"Hmm, I wonder if it goes fast.." Brian questioned as he took a seat on the floor of his room
Firmly holding both sides the tiny matchbox car, the boy placed the toy onto the hardwood floor.
"Oh god, what is he...." Scott wasn't even able to finish the thought before the boy revved the car backwards with a terrifyingly quick tug.
Poor Scott slammed into the steering wheel a painful honk.
Expecting the car to have zoomed forward upon letting it go, Brian seemed pretty disappointed.
"What the heck...? Maybe the rubberband broke??" The boy muttered with disappointment as he tugged the car forwards and backwards repeatedly, causing his father to slam back and forth continuously.
The one thing the boy noticed each time he rev'd was a 'mysterious' honk, which was really the result of poor Scott face-planting with the horn. After about the seventh honk, the horn seemed to stop working all together.
"-Sigh- I guess it's just broken... maybe I should throw it out..." Brian muttered as he looked down at the car.
"Oh crap..." Though he was still dizzy, the last thing Scott wanted was for his car to be thrown into the trash, especially with him still inside!
Thinking quickly, Scott turned the keys and hit the gas.
Brian suddenly gasped as the car between his fingers lunged forward without his assistance.
"Woooah, cool" The amazed ten year old watched as the car started making right and left turns all on it's own.
As Scott drove around the massive floor of his son's bedroom, he began to think of ways he could communicate with him.
"Dammit, he still has no idea it's me...If only I could just spell it out for h-..... Oh wait!"
Scott suddenly realized he could literally spell out a message with his driving.
Coming to a complete stop, Scott suddenly began driving in very straight, precise directions. repeatedly.
"That's weird.... what's it doing...." Brian squatted down in front of the tiny car as it continued driving in the same pattern over and over again.
"Waaaaaait a sec.....*GASP*" The boy's eyes went wide as he realized it was spelling out his name "BRIAN"
"OH MY GOSH!! THAT'S SOOO COOOL!!!"
Judging by the boy's reaction, Scott knew he had succeeded. All he had to do now was keep the boy's attention long enough to write out a sentence like "I'm inside the car"
Before he could attempt it, the excited ten year old jumped to his feet and ran over to the doorway.
"ANDREW!! HURRY!! LOOK AT WHAT MY NEW TOY CAN DO!!!" The boy screamed down the hallway towards his older brother's room.
Scott felt a wave of relief knowing that Brian was getting his older son involved, making it much more likely he'd get some actual help.
A groan could be heard down the hall from the bedroom adjacent to the boys.
"Uugh, what do you want Brian?" An annoyed adolescent voice poured from the doorway.
Andrew was 16 years old currently going through his rebellious stage. Regardless of the teasing and tormenting the teen usually put the younger boy through, Brian was always making an effort to impress his sibling idol.
"Pleeeeeaase! It's really cool I promise!" Brian whined until the older brother eventually appeared in his doorway.
The highschool freshman was wearing a yellow illustrated tee shirt, pair of black jeans, and a pair of his frayed year-old sneakers.
"This seriously better be good.." The aggravated teen stood in the doorway as the younger male sat down on the floor by the car.
"Look! This car can spell out my name all by itself!!" Brian beamed, excited to impress his older sibling.
Scott stared out the window at the giant teen who towered even higher than Brian by a foot and a half. The boy's boxers were partially showing and he seemed to be in a grumpier mood than when he last saw him.
The teen rolled his eyes .
"That's what you called me in here for? Some lame toy?" The teen snapped at the boy. It started to seem very likely to Scott that the older boy's bad mood was due to some sort of teenage drama at school.
"W-wait! Just look! I'm telling you it's cool!" Brian begged as he nudged the car, waiting for it to zoom off like it did before.
Knowing that Andrew probably wouldn't wait much longer, Scott put the car into gear and began to drive.....
...
..
After a moment of acceleration, the car suddenly puttered to a complete stop.
???
"No......GOD DAMMIT!" Scott's heart sank as he realized the gas tank had just ran out of juice. The frustrated father slammed his fists on the steering wheel. “I was so close!”
"Nooo~.. why isn't it doing it?!" Brian whined as he began to pull and tug at the car.
“Wow, I should have known you'd just waste my time like usual...All your toys are total junk huh?” Unfortunately for Brian, the older teen was clearly just looking for any excuse to bully the boy at this point, as doing so had recently become the teen's primary form of venting .
"I'm telling you it worked before!!!" The boy gave the car a rough push, causing it to roll across the room in front of the taunting teen.
"Really? So now you're wasted my time with stupid make-believe lies...You really are just a lame little kid" The teen glanced down at the tiny car between his sneakers and instinctive knew his next course of action.
“Well, I guess since it's broken, you won't be needing it anymore...” The cruel sixteen year old smirked as he began lifting his foot over the tiny matchbox car.
Scott felt a wave of fear wash over him as he watched one of his son's massive worn sneakers lift off the ground and cast a vast shadow over his car. The dirty sole of the teen's sneaker was patterned with worn repeating treads that practically had no grip to them anymore. The dizzying patterns blurred by before the foot came to a dead stop directly over the vehicle.
"WAIT!! ANDREW PLEASE!!! NOOOO!!" Brian started to plead frantically as he realized what his brother intended to do.
"Say goodbye to your stupid little toy~" The teen grinned began to slowly lower his foot.
The teen's word's sent Scott into a panicked frenzy.
"NO NO!!! ANDREW STOP!!! PLEASE!! ANDREW I'M IN HERE!! IT'S DAD!!!! NOOOO!!"
The sound of creaking turned to crunching and shattering as the vast, heavy sole of the sneaker made contact with the top of the roof.
The teen seemed to be taking a lot of enjoyment out of both the boy's reaction and the crunching sound under his foot as he pressed down harder
As the sneaker and the floor came closer together, the light between the two dimmed. Scott had dove down onto the floor of the car with some futile hope that the teenager would only partially crush the car and leave. The horrified father could only imagine the enormous bare foot of his older son just beyond the sneaker pressing down mercilessly from above with no sign of stopping. This was one of the same feet the loving father used to playfully tickle back when Andrew was just a happy little kid; now it was the harbinger of his doom.
Sadly for the unfortunate father, Andrew's enjoyment came first, and he clearly wasn't going to settle until he had crushed the stupid toy completely flat.
The crackling and popping noise of the car's compression eventually came to an abrupt end as the bottom of the teen's sneaker made total contact with the floor. The car had essentially disappeared between the two. The satisfied teen licked his lips as he slowly twisted his heel back and forth.
Just as he was about to turn and leave, the teen decided to taunt the sobbing boy one last time.
"Heh, just wait till I tell dad you were lying..!~" The sixteen year old smirked as he walked out, finally lifting his size seven foot off the flattened clump of foil
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