Description: Sides on April Fools
Triggers: There a little spot where someone dies, slight bit of blood
(If I miss any please tell me)
The house was quiet. Everyone was sleeping peacefully in their own rooms. The night was cool and the heat was turned off to keep a chill in the air. As it became midnight and changed into the first of April, alarm clocks rang in every room, waking everyone from their peaceful slumber. Every room except Roman's, that is. As everyone scoured their rooms searching for the hidden clocks to turn off the beeping, Roman ran down the hall yelling as loud he can.
"It's April fool's! Let the games begin!"
Logan was the first to find his, tucked behind a small sculpture in his bookshelf.
"Roman where is it?" Patton yelled through his door. Logan made his way to Patton's room to help him find it after Roman yelled out "That's part of the fun!" with a laugh.
The second to find his was Virgil. "When were you in my room to plant this?" He asked, the dark circles under his eyes blending with his eye makeup.
"Your's was tricky," Roman admitted, "During dinner a few nights ago actually. Patton," he yelled out over the still ringing alarm, "Yours was the easiest!"
The beeping was silenced, followed by a bedheaded Logan moaping back to his room, covering a yawn with his hand. Patton came out behind him, carrying the clock, unplugged in both hands. He thrust it at Roman.
"No," he gave a mean look, which coming from Patton became adorable from his failed attempt at intimidation.
Virgil went back to his room as well, and all had to admit they were glad the first prank was out of the way. Logan and Patton slept until morning, unlike Virgil who was woke up by more alarms hourly, until the fourth, when he gave up on any attempt at sleep. He wandered out into the living room where Remus sat on the couch.
"VIRGIE!" Remus yelled upon Virgil's entry, "You fell for the loop alarm? Why didn't you unplug it?"
"I figured they'd stop at some point, but I was wrong," he said the last bit borderline, sing-songy. In the kitchen he turned on the Keurig a made a cup of some of Remus's Death-Wish coffee to try to replace the sleep he missed. He sat back on the couch with his freshly brewed cup and waited for what the rest of the day had in store. Virgil wound up making a second cup after having gulped down his first and was joined in the kitchen by Logan.
"Are you sure caffeine is a good idea for you Virgil," he asked as politely as he could, "I understand this is typically an,, eventful, day, but I don't believe coffee will help. Especially Remus's highly caffeinated coffee, and especially not 2 cups, no matter how little sleep you got."
"Thanks, Logan but I need to be on guard today. If anything a little extra anxiety will be good."
Logan gave him a doubtful glance and turned away, letting him free to make his own decisions. As Logan began to fix himself breakfast, Virgil went back to the living room, seeing Remus sitting on the couch, his head draped over the edge, eye level with the coffee table and feet flung over the back. As Virgil as crossing over into the other room, his mug was taken by a bed-headed Patton.
"No caffeine for anxious beans!" Patton said matter-of-fact-ly as he took the mug into the kitchen, adding milk and sugar to drink it himself, "We also don't waste perfectly good coffee." He took a rather large sip and puckered at the bitterness. "This is Remus's isn't it?" He glanced at Virgil, "Why are you drinking a cup of Death-Wish? I get it sounds spooky and it matches your whole,, thing, but come on Virgil!"
"That was his second cup," Logan informed Patton, who simply gave Virgil a slight look. He dropped his argument after remembering the vague alarms he heard through miles of sleep during the night.
As the five of them settled into the living room, Roman having joined them after retrieving all the alarm clocks, they heard a yell from down the dark-sides hallway. Deceit stumbled out, clutching a fistful of plastic wrap, his hat slightly askew.
"Cling wrap to the face? I expected more from you Roman." He said with a slick voice behind his smirk.
"Hey, that was me!" Remus yelled at him, tossing his feet over into Virgil as he positioned himself upright.
"No," Deceit said, "You told me you were only doing the 2,"
"I pulled a You on you!" Remus said with a smile, getting Logan to grimace at his grammar.
They let the excitement die down for a bit and allow everyone time to wake up. After a while, Logan goes up to go to the kitchen to make another coffee but was stopped by Patton.
"I'm already heading out there, I'll get it for you." Logan thanked him as he gave Patton his mug and settled back into the couch. Remus had flipped back upside down and was fidgeting with the ball of plastic wrap Deceit had thrown at him. Roman has taken to annoying Virgil, poking his shoulder and repeating his name over and over. Patton came out a few minutes later with Logan's coffee and a cookie each for him and Virgil. Logan took the first sip and almost spit, forcing himself to swallow it to not make a mess.
"Salt in the coffee, really Patton?"
Remus, along with Roman, burst out laughing and reached over to high five Patton. Patton high fived the both of them at the same time and settled back in next to Virgil. Logan disappeared to make a new drink while shuttering from the foul taste left in his mouth.
As Patton went to wash his mug, he was surprised by the sprayer sending water onto his chest instead of out of the faucet. He abandoned his mug in the counter to find a towel, yelling into the other room as he rummaged threw drawers. "I have to admit that one was good, but come on Logan!"
Logan looked over to see Virgil looking at his thumbs with a slight smirk. "That wasn't me Pat," He told him. Patton though it over for a moment and made another guess.
"Yes?" Virgil asked back sarcastically.
"That was a good one kiddo!" Patton said as he noted the certain time that gave away it was Virgil.
Later in the day, things have calmed down. Logan had taken to reading in his room in his favorite chair, soft, covered in navy corduroy with a nice view out one of the windows. Patton and Virgil were on the couch napping, Virgil head on Patton's shoulder and Patton half hugging his shoulders. Roman, even, was working on a small writing piece. It wasn't until half past 2 that Remus came running into the living room.
"Guys I killed Dee!" Remus yelled. Virgil woke up and tried to make sense of what he had just been told.
"You actually killed him this time? Not like before where you try but he didn't?" Virgil interrogated the mustached man while Patton rubbed his eyes, calling for Logan who could probably handle the situation better than him in his drowsy state.
To answer Virgil's question, Remus nodded. "My big prank was bigger then I thought and he's actually dead! "
Virgil jumped up and followed Remus back to his room, somewhere they very rarely went, with Logan coming close behind.
As they entered Remus's room, they noted the additions. A rusted crown was hung on the wall with the words "The Fallen Prince" hastily painted around it. More urgent details they noted were the machetes hung from the ceiling by fishing line and Deceit, unconscious on the floor with a gash across his head. Virgil looked over the situation and shoved Logan in front of him, taking deep breaths and muttering to himself. Logan, being more analytical, took in details of the scene, specifically the smell.
"He's fine Virgil, " Logan said to the panicking side, "He isn't hurt. The 'blood' is ketchup. That's why it smells like vinegar."
"You're no fun, Logan!" Remus said with a pout.
"Where did you even think this up?" Virgil asked, still worked up, but showing more anger then anxiety.
"Well you know the prank where you out a bucket of water on top of the door, " He began laughing as he finishes out his thought, "I figured I might as well go to the next level and try decapitation!"
"Wait!" Logan interpreted, "Assuming you meant your 'big prank' to be decapitating Deceit, Why would you set it up in your room? How would you not expect this result?"
"Just to confirm," Virgil blurted out, "He's not dead right?" He pointed at Deceit.
"Yes he's fine, " Remus brushed it off, "The end of the handle wound up hitting him and knocked him out. I put the ketchup and fake cut to prank you," Remus pointed to Virgil over Logan. "And it's set up in my room because we arrange to discuss the next prank in here."
"No, " Logan demanded, "This has gone far enough. Both you and Roman are going to stop. Each of you crosses many metaphorical lines every year but this has gone too far." Logan kneeled down to check for a pulse on Deceit just to confirm for Virgil before ushering him out to Patton. As Patton took Virgil back to his room to help calm him, Logan went back to help clean up the ketchup and care for Deceit.
The night ended, to everyone's disappointment, with everyone upset. Deceit, fully conscious and without a concussion, confirmed Logan, was pouting with Remus at the end of their hallway. Patton and Virgil were cuddled on Patton's bed watching slime videos to calm Virgil down and Logan was straightening up his bookshelf for lack of a better task. As everyone was getting prepared for bed, they found their pajamas missing, Patton being the first to notice.
"Hey, " he yelled out to everyone, "I thought Logan said no more pranks!"
"Yes, Yes. Wikipedia said no more but he can deal with this one, " Roman came into Patton's room, a laundry basket held against his hip full of everyone's pajamas. He picked out Patton's and Virgil's and tossed them to each of them respectively. "April fools," Roman said, rather unenthusiastically. Patton inspected the pajamas to find small red hearts dyed around the hems at the bottom, sleeves, and neck. The same markings we're on Virgil's and everyone else's.
Patton beamed and hugged Roman for the gesture. "Not as extreme next year ok?" He asked, to which Roman nodded and left to hand out the rest of the pajamas.
