A/N- Before you read this, we are not on crack. I repeat NOT on crack. And yes us. I have been joined by Moll7iee to create this somewhat, ….weirdly insane fic.

Disclaimer- We do not own Death Note.

Dead on the Desk

It all started on a cold, hot, windy, calm day, in the middle of August. There were two girls, brothers, to be more specific. They were both pleasantly not weird-looking but were a little average in personalities. Their names- Shannon Mango and Danielle Pineapple, have no relevance to this story whatsoever. But we thought we'd include that anyway.

The class was working on a project in their French lesson about cardiovascular fitness and how to improve their eye shadow application skills. In order to accomplish both of those things, the two brothers needed a big sheet of A3.141592654etc. So, of course where else did they go but to ask their imaginary friends if they could take a trip to resources to obtain said sheet of obscure sized paper.

So off they went, venturing down the vast school hallways, arms linked and whistling the tune to a funeral march, as happy as can be. On their journey, they encountered a big scary troll, also known as, Larry the Lizard. He told the two brothers in the most angry way possible,

"GO SEE KATE VOEGELE IN CONCERT, OTHERWISE I'LL GRATE YOU SO YOU'RE DEAD ON THE DESK LIKE A BUNCH OF FLOWERS THAT WAS LEFT BY YOUR GIRLFRIENDS WHO ARE BOYS."

Over an hour later, still nowhere near the resources room, they in fact realised they were no longer in the school, but instead were residing in the remote and possibly Canadian forests.

"Now I wish we hadn't sent our parents to Australia in that cardboard box!" said Shannon.

Not that it had much to do with the forest they were in of course.

They carried on walking aimlessly around in circles (with a radius of 32cm) until they got so tired they passed out on the floor.

…

L sat at his desk, legs curled up to his chest in the usual fashion, biting his thumb as his gaze was fixed upon the television screen. On the screen was a report about two odd brothers (He swore they were girls) who had gone looking for a piece of paper, and ended up missing. Recent reports said that they had sent their parents to Australia in a cardboard box, but L had no idea what that had to with the missing persons case at all.

Just as he was about to get up and find himself a nice piece of carrot cake in the fridge, Watari suddenly jumped out of his office wearing a pink velvet-like hoodie, around 12 different types of gold chains around his neck, and a large pair of trackies hanging below his bum.

L practically jumped back in surprise as he saw Watari's new attire, looking him up and down.

"Watari, where on Earth did this new outfit come from?"

"Yo, L-san, you like my new get up? It's bare sick. In the hizz house."

"What the hell is a hizz house?"

"Well, er, I… I don't know- all the happening kids are saying it these days."

"Oh my god, never say that again."

"Sorry hard, I just think that kids'll think I'm sick when they see this new look."

"Y-Yeah, you're a very sick man."

"Thank you! I-"

"I didn't mean it to be a compliment!" L stormed off to his fridge in frustration, shoulders hunched as per usual, grabbed the cake and shoved it in his face.