Prank Gone Wrong - A Minecraft Fanfiction (BajanCanadian & Others)

Chapter 2: Cereal and Fish

Mitch tried to contain his laughter as he looked at the infuriated Quentin. His face had a slight tint of red on it, and his knuckles were white from the strong grip they were in. The Mudkip sent curses everynow and again between his thumps on the door, but it only fueled Mitch and Jerome’s chuckling.

Mitch turned to his right to face his Bacca friend and found him with a similar expression to his. Jerome was holding in his laughter by clasping his mouth shut with a paw, his eyes squinted and with a few tears. They nodded at each other triumphantly and smirked.

Eventually, the fish became tired of attempting to crash their house to the floor with mere punches, which started to slow down and gave the duo the sign that Quentin was leaving.

Mitch wiped away some of the water in his eyes and peeked out of the window, prepared to jump back inside if the hybrid shot another Water Gun at him. 

He couldn’t catch Quentin’s steaming frown, as the amphibian was already stomping away. He could only see his hunched back, covered by a gray suit. The Mudkip was heading towards the plains biome in front of their house, most probably heading towards his own residence. The Canadian had already seen the damage that their TNT had inflicted on the house, and thinking about Quentin’s reaction when he would see it made him smirk. 

Setting up the redstone may have been a pain in the butt, but it was absolutely worth it. 

Mitch went fully inside the wooden house again and looked at Jerome, who was laying against the wall under the window. 

“Is he gone?” The Bacca asked, his voice breaking with leftover laughter.

“He’s on his way home!”

“Woohoo!!” Fluffy cheered and sprinted to his feet, fist-balling the air triumphantly. Mitch did the same, slamming his open hand on Jerome’s palm with a loud clap.

“Power Moves Only!!” his friends called, loud enough to get to the hybrid’s ears. It was obviously intentional, as he glanced towards the window and the small blue-and-gray spot in the distance.

Mitch laughed and lowered his hands towards his waist, “We got him good!” 

“That was hilarious!” Jerome slapped his knee and got rid of his lingering tears. “I think that was the best prank we’ve ever done!”

“And the hardest to plan and do!” Mitch somewhat whined. The two had close to no knowledge of redstone, and they knew it was going to be a problem if they wanted to get the trap done. Mitch had had the idea to go through the stands in the plaza, asking the merchants if they had some sort of guide. They managed to find a man, most probably two or three years older than both of them, who had a wide collection of redstone items. Torches, blocks, repeaters, pistons, noteblocks, you name it. He offered them a small instructions booklet for a very cheap price. Mitch and Jerome had worked for hours upon hours at night, trying to figure out where each part went and how many times they needed to flick the repeaters. Three days later and with the trap finished, both friends agreed to never again use the stuff in a complicated manner.

Jerome waved his paw at the brunette, “Sure, it may have taken a long time, but you can’t disagree when I say that it was totally worth it.”

“Guess I can’t,” the Canadian chuckled, “But I’m going to sleep for the next week straight to recover from the late shifts.”

“Same,” the Bacca yawned and stretched, suddenly reminded of his fatigue. Mitch copied him moments later, the temporary rush from their prank now dissolving into tiredness 

“And I’m never doing that again, ya’ know.”

“Neither am I. Doing it alone would be ten times worse,” Jerome’s black eyes widened at the thought. Mitch smiled at him and nodded in agreement.