Why?! -14

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The rest of that day had gone pretty uneventful. Nothing interesting took place that day. But that's only during the day. For Wilford had a little trick up his sleeve. It wasn't some elaborate plan but it was something that would piss everyone off. Remember the whole pots and pan ordeal? He planned to use them to wake everyone up at a rediculously early time. Why? Because everyone who lived there hated waking up early. The only people that did were Dark and Wilford. It was routine.

The two would get up at about 5 a.m everyday. While the rest would start to come down at about 10 a.m, so they would get to experiance some sort of peace and quiet for a couple hours.

Wilford, knowing that Dark would be awake during the times he chose, decided to ask Dark earlier that day if he would be interested in joining. And he said yes. Who knew Dark would say yes to something like that. Besides Will and Dark, King and Jameson will also be joining.

You would think Jameson would be the person to try and stop them, but nope! He just goes along with it!

It was around the time they were going to do their little prank when Dark decided he didn't want to participate and would just watch as the magic happened.

So, they all had items that they would believe would make lots of noise. And on the count of three they all started making lots of fucking noise. I don't know who could ignore that.

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Seán was up a bit late this night. He was working on the Thumbnail for a video. Normally it wouldn't take too long but tonight, it was taking forever. It was about five when he decided to just pack everything away and just work on it in the morning. He was sat on the edge of his bed listening to how quiet it was during the night compared to during the day. Unfortunately the science didn't last forever.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Well he was definately awake now. He got up and opened his door to see where all the noise was coming from. It was most likely coming from downstairs. It also seemed as though he wasn't the only one that noticed all the ruckus. Almost everyone was standing outside their room, all looking like they had just woken up. Which they all probably had. He noticed that Jameson, Host, Google, Dark, King and Wilford were no where to be found.

One by one everyone began to make their way downstairs, followed by many groans and grumbling.

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Once they noticed they completed what they set out to do, all banging came to an end.

"Their gonna kill you all. Mabye not Jameson but the rest of you won't be speared."

"Doesn't matter, their reactions we're looking for."

They waited a couple of minutes before hearing footsteps coming from upstairs. Not too long after they saw Chase walking down rubbing the tiredness out of his eyes. "What the fuck is all the noise about?" He mumbled looking at the group of people only to see Dark smirking, a smile on Wilford's face and Jameson and King with somewhat netrual looks. Then he looked more carefully to see the pots and pans. "Well that explains it." He said before walking into the kitchen.

The next person to came down the stairs wouldn't be so calm about the whole situation like Chase was. For it was another Septiceye, take a guess, who could it be?

Well if you guessed Anti then correct you may be. He came down the stairs looking rather annoyed and looked around at the the people in the room. "N-Now who t-the f-fuck is r-responsable for p-planning this?!" He demanded, his body glitching violently. All fingers immediately pointed to Wilford. They were quick to sell him out. Anti let out one of his disoriented giggles before glitching out of the room. Probably going to get a knife.

While he was doing that, Wilford turned around to face the rest of the people in the room. "So no one had my side during this? Unbelievable."

Dark let out a chuckle before responding, "Well it was your idea. We had nothing to do with the planning. We just decided to help. Well, more accurately, they decided to help. I mearly watched."

No one else decided to come downstairs after hearing Anti. They all just decided to go back to sleep.

"Wilford, you better hide unless you want to be in a fight, or want a knife lodged in your shoulder, your choice." Dark suggested, noticing the room around them as it began to glitch. "I'm taking the fight to him I guess." Wilford stated walking into the kitchen where he assumed Anti had gone to.

Dark only stared at the door waiting for some sort of noise to come from the room. Just then Anti glitches into the room. "W-Where i-is t-that a-asshole!" Anti basically screeched, having a firm grip on the knife in his hand. "He's in the kitchen." So much for friendship.

Anti glitched out of the room again. He was probably in the kitchen this time. A scream came from the kitchen as Chase sprinted out of the room, shutting the door behind him. "Care to share what's going on in there?"

"Anti and Wilford are dancing in the kitchen."

"Dancing? Why are they danc-"

"With knives."

"Well that makes more sense."

Dark could hear the bangs and crashes coming from the kitchen. They were definately dancing with knives.

Dark looked back at the two other egos wondering what they were doing during this period if time. The two were no where to be seen. The two probably went to their rooms. They haven't slept since the night before after all.

Dark decided to go about the rest of his morning the same way he usually would. Excluding anything to do with the kitchen, for obvious reasons, and waking the rest of the egos, Seán and (Y/N). He had no intentions of being yelled at today.

About half an hour later Wilford and Anti came out of the kitchen seemingly untouched. Well, except for the obvious bleeding coming through Wilford's shirt. Dark watched as the two left the living room and went back to their rooms.

Anti was most likely going back to sleep while Wilford was most likely going to tend to his wound/wounds. Who knows how many he could hand gotten during the period of 30 minutes. He was fighting Anti after all.

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