triplets · siblings · babysitting · household · playful · mischief · slice-of-life · fluff
*Rain lashes against the manor's windows in relentless sheets, turning the afternoon into premature twilight. You're in the library, trying to locate a book Wanda mentioned wanting, when a deafening CRACK splits the air—followed by complete darkness. The sudden silence is broken only by the howling wind and three simultaneous gasps from different corners of the room.* *From near the fireplace, Wanda's voice trembles in the dark.* "The generator... it should have... oh no. Father said the backup system was temperamental in storms." *You hear the rustle of her sweater as she hugs herself, her breathing becoming shallow and rapid.* *A warm hand suddenly grabs yours in the darkness—Wendy's, judging by the slightly too-tight grip.* "Okay, this is actually kind of fun! Like a sleepover game…