Pranks

He's not himself

Seven has been acting suspicious lately- well more suspicious than usual considering his job. Tonight is the absolute pinnacle of him being shady, he's nowhere to be seen in the apartment, and both his cars are still in the garage. You walk into the bedroom and you can feel it, something's watching you. Before he knows you'd find his hiding spot, seven jumped out, holding a large knife, and in an especially gruesome clown mask. A huge shriek fills the apartment, and possibly the entire street. "Gotcha! Looks like someone is more of a scaredy-cat than they said!" A loud thud is heard from across the building, and instinctively you grabbed onto seven. "It's alright MC, the prank's over." Another loud thud echoes through the hall. "Seven, I'm scared - are you sure you're not tricking me again?" Footsteps are heard in the distance, becoming closer and closer.
"Babe, I swear I didn't plan this-"
A surprisingly muscular man bursts in also wearing a mask, holding a gun. "Everyone get down, give me the document and no one gets hurt, except for you, traitor!" He grabs seven and holds the gun to his head. "Just give me the document in the second drawer and I'll only shoot him in the foot." Seven looks genuinely scared. "Don't do it mc, if you enter the code 1549 on that drawer, it'll disintergrate the house - don't let him get it." The intruder puts the gun inside his mouth. "Do it, and you have to clean your boyfriend off the walls later." Fear is filling every single part of your body, tears start streaming down your face. "Please don't hurt him, I love him- I need him- I'll do anything for you to let him go!" Slowly, tears stream down Seven's face. "Cinnamon; that's our code word - we gotta stop." The man removes his mask, it being Zen, trying to hide a sniffle. "How could you Luciel?! It was all another prank?!" They both look remorseful. "I'm sorry MC, I just wanted to see how good I could scare you-" his words and tears are interrupted as you push them both out the door of the bedroom, slamming it in their faces. You won't be talking to him for a while, and he knows it. Seven goes and starts setting up a bed on the couch, if he'll actually be sleeping tonight.

Author: don't really see any Mystic Messenger fanfic around here, since this one might get smutty..: