Emo Band Imagines

Bloody Prank ~ B.U.

Brendon and you had been married for almost 2 years. Everytime he came back from tour, you were greeting him always the same.

Jumping in his arms, watching movies at the night while cuddling.

But today you wanted to greet him differently. Yesterday you were watching dead girlfriend-pranks on YouTube and you kinda got inspired by it. So you went to the store and bought some fake blood and a big kitchen knife.

Brendon would be arriving home in 30 minutes, so you had enough time to prepare everything for your little prank.

You walked up the stairs, with the knife and the bottle filled with fake blood in your hands. You decided to do the prank and in the bedroom and went inside.

You sat down on the floor and started to smear around the blood on your body. You spilled some on the floor and took old shoes from Brendon and created footsteps with these. Then you took some blood on your hands and slapped yourself, so you had a handprint on your cheek. You even put your hands on your waist, to make it look like the 'murderer' grabbed you by the waist. You spilled blood on the knife and placed it somewhere in the bedroom. After that you ran your hands through your hair a few times to make them look messy.

After you were finished, you hid the bottle of fake blood under your bed.

A few minutes passed by, the front door opened. "Y/n, I'm home!" Brendons voice echoed through the house. You chuckled, but closed your mouth along with your eyes and acted like you were dead.

"Babe?!" He yelled again. "Y/n, this isn't funny anymore I'm starting to get worried!"

Brendon ran a hand through his hair. He jogged to the kitchen, no Y/n, living room, no Y/n, garden, no Y/n.

"Y/n?" His voice cracked. You started to feel bad, but that didn't stop you from completing the prank. Brendon walked up the stairs and went to the bedroom.

His eyes shot open, but soon were filled with tears, and they already spilled and ran down his cheeks. He ran over to you, bending down. He lifted your head with his hands. And he kissed the top of your head, while sobbing. Brendon started to look around the room, seeing the knife. He pulled you close to him and started sobbing again. "Y/n... who did this to you?" He cried. It was hard for you not to laugh, but it didn't break you.

Brendon let go off you and mumbled something you couldn't catch. "Where are you!?" He yelled. "Why did you kill her?! Who are you!?" He stood up and walked around the house. He ran back downstairs, only to appear back with his phone.

"911..." He mumbled.

You shot up and grabbed his arm "Don't calm them!" You yelled. Brendons eyes were filled with suprise and happiness. "What the fuck, Y/n?! I thought you were fucking dead!" He stood up.

You started laughing uncontrollable. "I'm so sorry, Bren. It was just so funny." You laughed.

"You even made me fucking cry! It's not funny!"

"It's kind of funny..." You stood up and hugged him. He soon pulled you close and kissed you a few times on top of your head and forehead. "Never scare me like that again."

"I won't"