Athena

"I'M APOLLO JUSTICE, AND I'M FINE!" The person in question, who happened to be wearing a purple, frilly dress, shouted as he stood next to me in the hot air balloon.

"I know, Apollo. Now be quiet, I'm trying to charm this snake!" I was playing my violin softly, attempting to hypnotize the cobra lying between us into juggling some bowling pins.

"I'M APOLLO JUSTICE, AND I'M FINE!" Again he shouted, scaring the snake so it suddenly turned into an angry elephant that picked me up in its trunk and threw me out of the basket. I was falling and falling and...

I woke with a start. What a weird dream… It was four in the morning, and, after a moment of calming myself down, I turned over to get some more sleep before work.

"YOU'RE ATHENA CYKES, AND YOU'RE FINE!" I froze as my coworker's voice rang through my apartment.

"Apollo?" I waited, now wide awake, hoping I had just imagined it.

"YOU'RE ATHENA CYKES, AND YOU'RE FINE!" No suck luck. I got out of bed to investigate. The sound seemed to come from quite close by, so I looked around a bit while I waited for the next shout.

"YOU'RE TRUCY WRIGHT, AND YOU'RE FINE!" This time, I swung towards it and began moving things around.

"YOU'RE TRUCY WRIGHT, AND YOU'RE FINE!" I found a dresser drawer sticking slightly out, and I pulled it open, throwing clothes over my shoulders to find the source of the noise.

"YOU'RE C-" Apollo's voice cracked, on what I assumed was a recording of his Chords of Steel practice, before it dropped several decibels. "You're Clay Terran…" He trailed off and I paused. I never realized how much that still hurts him… I sat in silence for a minute before he continued.

"YOU'RE EMA SKYE, AND YOU'RE FINE!" I resumed my tossing of clothes as Apollo moved on to someone I didn't know. When I pulled them all out, however, there was nothing to be found.

"YOU'RE EMA SKYE, AND YOU'RE FINE!" On an impulse, I took out the drawer. Behind it was a speaker connected to an iPod. Taped to the latter was a note that said "April Fool's!" in big, block letters that I couldn't recognize. I clenched my fists, annoyed and frustrated, before Apollo shouted again.

"YOU'RE KLAVIER GAVIN, AND YOU'RE FINE!" I turned off the device, and waited, half expecting to hear another outburst. Thankfully, there wasn't. I gave a sigh of relief as I calmed down and started to clean up the mess I had made in my frantic search.

Picking up my shirts, I let my mind wander. How in the world did anyone get in? I'm the only one with a key, besides my landlady...and I can't see her helping anyone with this. I'm also pretty sure it's not Apollo, since he probably wouldn't have wanted me to hear the part about Clay. So who could have done it?

The job finished, I climbed back in bed, still pondering this mysterious person as I drifted off to sleep.

Author's Note: Yay. :D I had been hoping to get this up tonight. Glad I could!

This is the first chapter with the Ace Prankster. ;D

Again, reviews and such are appreciated. :)