I was bored and thought: Of the 450+ Grandchase fanfics on this site, a little under 100 are humor stories . THIS SECTION NEEDS MORE FUNNY STORIES. WHY DON'T I WRITE A QUICK ONE?

So I started one. Probably won't be more than 5 chapters at the most.

A/N: This is my first fanfic. R&R plz. I appreciate nice feedback, but if you want to go and criticize my work go ahead. Just don't go overboard.

Disclaimer: I do not own Grandchase. All characters here belong to KOG. Heck if I said I owned it I would get a lotta lawsuits aimed at me. So let me make it clear again. I. Do. Not. Own. Grandchase. I am done =u=".

Short Story: Prankster's Trap

Chapter 1: A little morning fun

The man at the table looked around furtively, hoping he was not being watched. Quickly he set up a large collection of rope and pulleys, proceeded to write a quick note, and carefully added into the contraption.

"My my…this will be fun" He murmured to himself as he slipped away into the shadows. "All the pieces are in place. Now all is left is to play the game…"

O=O=O

The smell of breakfast quickly drifted through the castle. It was a beautiful summer morning, and nothing was going to stop that, and by that I mean the sunshine. The happiness that comes with it, however, will vanish within a few hours.

Why, you ask. Well, that's an easy question to answer. It's called a lot of setup, if you didn't already guess by my rather obvious intro. Setup to what? Well you'll find out…later…

Moving on.

Well in the kitchen was the indigo knight known as Ronan. Ronan happened to be cooking breakfast that day because Arme was being a lazy ass and complaining to no end about how nobody else ever cooked. (Ah, you had to see that coming.) The big amazement was that if Ronan could cook, why hadn't he done so before?

Simple. He didn't want to.

Well, he had purposely cooked the food…not that well, so he never had to go through the duties of the semiofficial chef. After all, he wasn't exactly a chef; he was the Royal Guard Master. And so forth he would not cook well, at least, not around his… teammates.

It was already less work for him, because all the demons were off doing missions, and Rin was…somewhere…other than the mansion in which the members of Grand Chase lived, so he shouldn't complain. Arme does more work than him. He got an easy day.

He quickly carried his cooking out to the enormous dining hall. About half of the people in the building were already seated. Elesis was sharpening her blade, Lass was fiddling with a wood carving, Ryan was playing with something under the table, and Sieghart was humming a tune to himself. Upon hearing footsteps, their attention shifted to the knight with their breakfast.

"TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!" Elesis yelled at him as he came closer. "WE'RE ALL STARVING OUT HERE!"

Ronan threw an angry look. "Listen, I'm in a rather pissy mood right now, so just eat the fricking food." The guard master placed the food on the table. He began to make his way towards the hall to call for the others, when suddenly, the strangest thing happened.

Within five seconds, the knight went from standing on the floor to dangling from the ceiling of the unusually tall dining hall by a rope. A small slip of paper drifted down from above.

"If whoever set up this trap would kindly step forward, I would attempt to hold back my sudden urge to kill." Ronan was clearly not amused, and his face proved it.

"RONAN! HOW'S THE VIEW FROM UP THERE!" Ryan called from below, only to be answered with a sharp elbow jab from Lire, whom just entered the room. The others followed quickly behind.

"Who…set…this…fricking…trap…up…?" Ronan now had a dark aura surrounding him. "And…while you're all here… CAN SOMEONE GET ME DOWN?" Lass nodded and proceeded to quickly ascend the walls.

"How the heck should we know?" Sieghart yelled at the dangling knight. The same knight was now falling, as Lass just cut him down. Unfortunately, he crashed into the table, breaking it and covering himself in the food. The small paper floated up briefly, only to be snatched up by a curious Arme.

"What's this?" she murmured to herself. An also curious Lire looked over the mage's shoulder.

Ronan trudged out of the room. "If anybody needs me…I'll be in my room."

Arme quickly read over the note, then handed it to Elesis. "It's for you. Read it aloud so we can hear it." Elesis read out the note.

It read:

Dear Elesis,

As you may or may not have figured out already, I have rigged the entire building with traps. Yes, though it was difficult, the entire mansion we reside in is completely rigged. Difficult as it was, I have done so because I wanted to play a little game.

Do you like detective stories Elesis? Well, I guess in real life the endings may not always end in the bad guy being caught huh. But, let's see if you can pull it off. Why don't you try to figure out who I am?

Of course I'm not going to make it easy. But I'm not going to leave you clueless either. Each trap contains a little hint to who I am. And to start you off, I have set up a little list for you. Cross off names as you see fit.

Lire

Arme

Lass

Ryan

Ronan

Amy

Jin

Sieghart

Mari

You have three days, before I come and get you myself. And then…well…that's a secret…

Good luck

"Well, I guess there's nothing about sadistic torture to exra-" Sieghart said aloud before being elbowed by Mari.

At the very bottom of the note:

Oh, and I will refuse to confess unless caught in a trap myself.

Elesis read the final line aloud. "Well, this takes out the torture idea."

Lire looked curiously at the note "It doesn't say anything about asking for help. So for now, I WILL ASSIST ELESIS IN THE DETECTIVE WORK!"

"Why are yo- Lire, for all I know you could be the one setting this up" Lire looked blankly at Elesis.

"Um…w-well…you have no proof, so just let me help. I need something to do anyway."

And so, the detective game has begun.

Meh this chapter was more of an introduction, plus it was kinda short, but hey, I gotta start somewhere. I'll try to get the second chapter up soon.