Lash's POV
October 13th
"Remind me why we're doing this?"
"Because Valerie pranked me." Magenta responded.
"And it involved a lot of look-alike Guinea Pigs! And a catapult! And a bathtub! And-"
Magenta cut her usually crazy boyfriend off.
"Shut up Zach before I bite you in a very tender place." She growled.
He just gulped and remained silent; he remembers the last time.
"And do you know how she'll react to this?" I asked.
"Hopefully she'll be angry and not torch my stuff." She paused. "You better not warn her."
She packed some more fluffy pink unicorn plushies into her bag.
"Are you positive this is smart?"
She bit her lip in thought. "No, not really; deserving of a Darwin Award, really."
"Then why-" She cut me off.
"Revenge." She paused again. "I hope Ethan will help with the unicorn part of it."
I shook my head as I got up off the floor.
"If you get torched, we're not helping with the burns."
She stuck her tongue out at me. "Like I will. She'll never know."
Oh dear god she's doomed.
I made sure to stand back from Valerie as she opened her locker the next day.
There shall be fire, for sure.
She finished her lock combination, slipping out of the loop to open the door.
Crapola. I should have stood back further.
An explosion of rainbow confetti and neon pink streamers rocketed out of her locker.
The unicorns were the worst part.
They ran out of her locker, on little wheels, zipping around the hall as if they were possessed by demons.
Damn you, Ethan, for helping Magenta with this. Also, damn you again for being so good in robotics.
The entire hallway was quiet, until she exploded in rage. Quite literally.
"MAGENTA!"She screamed, fire licking up her arms, setting paper on fire.
Magenta poked her head around the corner as Valerie was setting each and every one of the dozen or so unicorns on fire, blasting them down the hall, setting a good chunk of stuff on fire.
Her eyes wide, she ducked back.
Too late. Val saw her and took off, tendrils whipping out to catch the Guinea Pig.
We chased after the two Prank enemies, students and teachers alike parting to let us run through.
"Get back here!" She yelled, as our purple-clad friend dashed underfoot of the crowed, making a beeline for the door.
Oh man, how much stuff in now on fire?
By the time we had got outside, Val had gotten a hold of a human Magenta. And then a shifted her. And back again, over and over.
But those tendrils just won't let go.
"Valerie! That hurts!" She squealed, as the tendrils tightened their grip and fire raced up towards her.
"That's the plan." She growled. "You wrecked my locker."
"I didn't mean to!"
"You ruined my day with pink unicorns."
"That was sort of intended!" Magenta cried.
"And worst of all, you hid from your crimes."
"Meep! Stop going evil on me!"
"Payback."
She proceeded to tickle her.
"No! Zzzaaaccchhhh!" She wailed. "Why'd you tell her?!"
"Because it wouldn't be as painful?" he offered hopefully.
After Valerie was through with her, we had attracted quite the crowd.
Magenta stalked to class, mumbling. "I'll get you backā¦"
Valerie gave her a mock salute. "Good luck! You'll need it, and a lot of it! I'd expect better next time!"
Yup. Magenta is so doomed.
