Pantalone and Dottore

You were only four years old, but you had a truly terrible personality. Smart, mischievous, and eerily similar to Dottore. You had two older brothers: the eldest was also a carbon copy of Dottore, while the middle one, on the contrary, was a dead ringer for Pantalone.

Now the eldest and middle brother were playing chess, and you were sitting next to them, dangling your legs.

“Come here,” you said confidently.

“Then I’ll lose,” the middle one answered calmly.

• Well, go ahead and lose.

The elder quietly snorted into his mug of tea, but at that moment the door suddenly opened.

Dottore entered the room with a very satisfied face.

— I have a wonderful proposal.

“No,” the elder brother said immediately.

• You didn't even hear.

— I'm already scared.

Dottore ignored him and walked closer.

"Pantalone's sick. He's lying there, suffering, and wanting to cuddle someone."

After these words, he looked straight at his middle brother.

He slowly put the chess piece aside.

• No.

• Yes.

• No.

A second later, Dottore was already dragging him to the door by the scruff of the neck.

— LET ME GO!

• Pantalone is really looking forward to seeing you.

The door slammed.

There was silence in the room.

You slowly looked at your older brother:

— Was he kidnapped?

The older brother looked towards the door with a completely empty gaze for a few more seconds.

• …I think yes.