All Because of You

Chapter 7 - Reality

Molly’s POV

“Did you get the stuff?” Chris asked, holding a camera as I exited my room into the hall, my arms full of things.

“Yeah, buddy!” I laughed, tiptoeing down the dark hall and back over to where everyone was sleeping.

“Even the whipped cream?” I rolled my eyes at him,

“Duh! Of course!” We made it back in the room and we held our breath as we slowly opened the door, the room pitch black.

“Okay, Carrot Queen, this is Trickster, repeat, this is Trickster, traps engage, over?” I rolled my eyes but played along, setting our materials on the ground,

“This is Carrot Queen, copy that.” I whispered. I looked through what I managed to grab: marbles, honey, whipped cream, makeup, thumbtacks, sharpie, and all of Zoe’s underwear, “Trickster, go to Rachel’s dresser and grab the undergarments.” He let out a chuckle and did so, dropping the bras and undies in a pile next to my things. “Initiate phase 1.” I added, opening the box of thumbtacks.

“Well who made you the leader?” Chris complained, grabbing one of Rachel’s red lacy bras and tracking it to the door.

“You’re the one who named me Carrot Queen.” I said with a ‘shit happens’ shrug, grabbing Zoe’s granny panties and tacking it to the wall right next to their sleeping figures. This is probably the best idea I’ve ever had. Omg. We spent about ten minutes redecorating the room in underwear before we ran out, trying to hold in our laughs at all of the different colors, patterns, and fabrics that seemed to cover up ever square foot of the room.

“Perfect.” Chris breathed, looking proud.

“Okay, phase 2.” I picked up the honey and whipped cream, holding them out in my hands, “Pick your weapon.” He thought for a second before grabbing the honey, an evil grin on his face,

“I call Dan!” He giggled, tiptoeing to where Dan and Rachel snuggled on her bed, their limbs tangled together, “Surprise, surprise, motherfuckaa.” He whispered, opening the honey and slowly drizzling it all over them, trying not to laugh as they remained asleep and oblivious. Oh, gosh, why is this so great? I went over to Phil and Natalie [squished on Casey’s bed with her at the base] and shook the cream, softly spraying it all over Natalie’s hair [snicker, snicker] and Phil’s face, almost losing it when he sneezed in his sleep, making it fly down onto his shirt. I took a step back and admired my handiwork, giving Phil a nice beard and Natalie a powdered wig. One word: Fabulous! Chris came back over to me with a camera and got a close up on the two of them, his face lit up with evil delight. This is so bad… but so funny…

“Okay, now on with Casey…” Chris handed me the camera and grabbed some bright red lipstick and went to town on Casey, making her look like a clown before moving on to my eyeliner, giving her a mustache and a mono brow. I handed him the camera back and pulled up the bag of marbles and opened it, peering at all of the colors that shone in the moonlight that beamed in from the high windows before quietly dumping them on the floor, spreading them around the beds and Zoe and Pj [snuggling on thefloor]—and I know, fat chance that they’ll actually slip on them, but we’ll see. Me and Chris stepped back, looking at our last sufferers. Zoe and Pj.

“Shoot, I forgot about them!” I whispered, biting my lip. What do we do? Chris did the same, crinkling his forehead in thought.  I walked around them, looking so peaceful as they faced each other… “Do you think we should give them a free pass?” Chris looked at me like I was insane,

“No survivors!” Chris whisper/yelled, handing me the camera and picking up what was left of the honey and whipped cream, simultaneously pouring it on them.