✔Oddball Oneshots [And scenarios]

Sassy Little Missy [IkeVamp]

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This was requested by: AnimeAngel176

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[Side note(s): Im not sure how this was supposed to go when I started it but I hope you enjoy. Some difficulties I had writing this was actually getting the MC's character bc I dont know how to make a sassy character not sound bitchy-]

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"Who took my motherquacking orange juice?!" I call out, disappointed in my nonexistent refresher.

"Uh, did it have some red stuff at the bottom?"

I turn around and see Napoleon with an empty cup. Why do they always take my stuff?

"Yes." I deadpanned. "...It had red spicy dust at the bottom."

"It wasn't me." He replied quickly.

I went around later that day and interrogated everyone. I didnt care whether or not that one lived on the other side of town or not. I am going to avenge my orange juice.

"So I have come to a conclusion, since I have interrogated you all." I announce at the dinner table.

"Who drank your juice?"

"Ah, I'll be getting to that. First, let's hear your stories." I notice a few of them shift uncomfortably in their seat as other shift their eyes around the room while the rest sat still.

"Napoleon." I call out, while he quietly sips his water.

"I- Yes?" He replies.

"You say that you were just 'looking in the pantry for ingredients', right?" He nods. "But then you come to tell me later today that you were cooking with someone else before I asked you."

"Well, I was-"

"Leonardo. You were in town. It could not have been you, unless of course you had returned just as i left and took my OJ. But you probably wouldn't have liked it, right?"

"No, I don't believe so."

I move on.

"Mozart. You were in the music room, why would I bother? You are not suspicious, that's what makes you appear on my sus list. You were supposedly composing, right?" He nods.

I continue, "But you're quite sneaky at times. I have not heard you walking down the loud halls around 18% of the time I see you. That's very close to around a fifth of the amount of times we meet per day. Per. Day. Crazy, right? Anyway, moving on."

"Where are you going with this, Y/N?" Sebastian asks. I give him a side glance and he walks back to the kitchen.

"Arthur. You were out and about the mansion, but you stayed in your room for the most part. What were you doing? Were you writing?"

"Yes."

"Did you ever take a break?"

"Occasionally."

"Okay. Now. What did you do during your break?"

"I walked."

"Where?"

"Oh, you know. Around. Where else am I supposed to go? Space?" I sigh at his response.

"You know what? I'm moving on. Vincent!"

"Yeah? I'm right here." I hear a gentle voice next to me say.

"Oh. Sorry 'bout that. Anyways, you said you were outside?" He nods. "You were painting again?"

"I was going to. But I go distracted."

"By what? Eight clouds? Or my spicy orange juice?"

"My subject. It was so pretty I stared at it until noon."

"Alright. Moving on-"

"Why do you care so much about a drink?" Theo asks.

"Because it's mine. And I spent so many days preparing to drink it."

I see some of them roll their eyes and I huff.

Leonardo reaches out from my right and pats my head.

"So.. I wont question anyone but I have a feeling somebody used it in our breakfast." I send a glare towards the kitchen.

It seemed as though Sebas got the message and jopped right out with my missing cup and small remnants of juice.

"It appears it spilled overnight." He says.

"How the frickity frackity duck would something spill if I made sure it wouldnt unless someone shook it and caused it fall?"

"Um. Maybe someone got hungry." I saac suggests from his seat.

I get tired and anxious with al these eyes on me so I let out a depressed sigh.

"R.I.P my lovely spicy OJ... See you in OJ heaven one day." I mutter, my posture drooping.

"..There was a noise I heard last night. The window was open before I saw the intruder." Comte speaks up from the end of the table.

I supress my urge to roll my eyes successfully.

"Ah, when was this?" I inquire.

"Around three in the morning." He responds. I nod and turn to exit the room.

"Y/N. Where are you headed?"

"To my room. I'm too sleepy to deal with this anymore."

--And so the saga of the missing Spicy Orange Juice comes to a close, its kidnapper never revealed. The older residents of this well-kept mansion quietly spoke amongst themselves as our little hero(ine) is overcome with sleep, ready to face the world the next day once more.--

-Fin-

Written by: RhedTigre623 ♡♡♡

I had depleted most of my creative energy here just thinking about alternate endings.

I used Outcome B in this part.

Outcome A:
-it is revealed that Y/N was the drink thief, having sleepwalking problems during the night.

Outcome C:
-Shakespeare had infiltrated the mansion in the cover of darkness and left just as quietly.

Outcome D (random thingy-):
-Sasuke steals the OJ bc it had special powers idk why lol

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And thats all! Hope you had a wonderful day!!