Dead jumped out of bed and ran over Sad's body. All he had to do was retrieve the light blue snake and bring it back to Sad. The bite of a light blue snake, apparently, could be used twice to bring someone back to life. Dead started towards the kitchen, where the snake would be slithering around on the table.

He dodged the green snakes with precision, he slid down the banister.

To the left. Left again. One almost got him, but he deftly avoided its deadly bite. Over the leather couch, jumping into the kitchen. An ice-blue light shone from a fruit bowl in the centre of the table.

The snake.

Dead reached his hand into the bowl and grabbed the snake, holding it in the air to showcase his victory to whoever was watching. It wriggled in his hand but it couldn't escape. Dead was holding it too hard.

The he ran back, jumping back over the couch, past the library, the entrance to the living room, and reached the foot of the stairs.

The bannister which he had slid down before was still there, but the thing about sliding down a bannister is that you can't slide up it again.

Snakes slithered down the staircase towards Dead.

"Son of a bitch!"

Dominus Apis, up until this point, had been avoiding the Beanchester brothers. But now, Dead was standing at the base of the stairs frozen in fear, the snakes slowly gaining on him. Dominus couldn't keep ignoring him. He didn't want anybody to die.

He jumped over, stomping on a few snakes, and grabbed Dead.

"Dude! I can escape by myse-" Dead began to scream as a dark green snake bit his leg. He started to thrash around, causing the snake to drop off, but the damage had already been done. His body was slowly turning the same dark green of the snake.

Apis laid him on the couch.

"Dean? Dean Win-"

"Shh! No! You're going to infringe copyright," Apis hissed and pushed Clyde away. "Dad, you don't have to see this."

He had started calling Clyde 'dad', so what. Sue him, Clyde was old and lonely and didn't have anyone his own age in the house. Apis had taken responsibility of Clyde in the beginning, and now it was his responsibility to be part of whatever weird story Clyde was remembering now.

Clyde folded his arms and looked away. "Whatever you say, Luke, but it's not the first dead body I've seen."

Apis pretended that he hadn't heard that, and looked at the snake Dead was clutching. It was glowing, icy blue, and wriggling in an attempt to escape. Apis pried Dead's fingers open and let the snake slide away. Instead of joining the other snakes, it slid down to Dead's leg and bit it.

Dead's eyes fluttered open. "...wha?" He bolted straight up. "Where's the snake?"

Apis grabbed it before it could slither into the mass of other snakes. He handed it to Dead.

"How did you get down here?" Dead asked quickly.

"We just grabbled some red snakes and walked-"

"Okay thanks bye." Wow. Could have at least given some appreciation for saving his life.

Dead plucked four red snakes from the ground – they were abundant on the lower floor – and waved them around as he headed up the stairs.

This time, Sad was aware that he had died. He knew he was dead. He was having a nice time, floating around aimlessly in the warm darkness, in the calm, not caring about anything, when he was suddenly ripped out of the darkness and into the bright blazing burning light holy crap this hurt. He could feel his limbs forming again, the snakes leaving his skeleton, his entire body brought back from the edge of the dark oblivion.

One could do nothing but scream when they felt that pain. Sad wished there was a painless way of doing this. He also wished that Dead would just accept his death and move on instead of reviving him every time he died.

He just wished the pain would end.

And then it did.

And he forgot. All of it. All of the pain he had felt. The darkness. The suffering.

He was alive again.

"Dead?" He sat up and rubbed his head. "What happened?"

"You were dead, Sad." Dead pulled his brother into yet another super manly bro hug, because we definitely need more of those.

"Again? Seriously?" Sad sighed. "How many times could we possibly die in one story?"

"Why don't you ask the author?" Dead grumbled.

"So, what do you guys think of Sad and Dead?" Ashlee, now out of test subjects, was doing her own makeup.

"A little weird," Marilyn said. "I like 'em though."

Linda grumbled something about 'likes pie too much' and 'a bloody giant'.

"Well-" Ashlee pulled them both in for a group hug- "I ship them with Satan."

END OF DAY FOUR