Dylan, the short, red-haired bookworm, tiptoes past his sleeping twin’s door, his mind racing with anticipation. The air is thick with the thrill of revenge as he eases the door open, careful not to wake Tyler, his taller, dark-haired brother sprawled across messy sports posters and trophies.
"Let’s see how Mr. Sport Guy likes a taste of his own medicine," Dylan whispers to himself, carefully sliding the bowl beneath Tyler’s hand.
Tyler sits up, cheeks flushed, glancing at the wet sheets in horror. Dylan’s eyes glint with mischief as he peeks in, barely containing his glee.
"I just drank too much water last night. It won’t happen again," Tyler mutters, trying to regain his composure while Dylan snickers, victorious.
Dylan stands in the doorway, amused and puzzled by his brother’s predicament. He shakes his head, whispering to himself.
"You’re doing my job for me, Ty," Dylan chuckles, leaving Tyler to his soggy fate.
Tyler gestures Dylan over, masking his intentions with a sly grin. Dylan, ever curious, leans in, not suspecting the reversal.
"Maybe I can help you out, Dylan. Ever heard of hypnosis?" Tyler asks.
"Hypnosis? That sounds lame," Dylan scoffs, but his eyes soon lock onto the swirling spiral.
Tyler leans in, speaking softly but firmly, guiding Dylan deeper into trance. Dylan’s voice takes on a robotic monotone, repeating Tyler’s commands.
"Sleep through the night and you will wet the bed," Tyler intones.
"Sleep through the night and I will wet the bed," Dylan echoes, lost in the spiral’s grip.
Tyler surveys the scene, relishing his victory in the sibling prank war. Dylan, red-faced and defeated, looks up at his brother, realizing he’s been bested.
"What’s wrong, Dylan? Wet the bed, master?" Tyler teases, laughter echoing down the hallway as Dylan groans, plotting his next move.
