Sora got fucking wasted.

Okay, strike that. He got as wasted as one possibly can off candy.

Now if you're staring at me like, "What the fuck? It's JUST candy!"

JUST candy you say? JUST?!?!

Seventeen Snickers, fourteen Twixs, eleven 100 Grands, twenty Crunch, fifteen Tootsie pops, fifty-five Tootsie Rolls (The old lady down the street had like fifty billion of them anyway..), fourty-two mini-Butterfingers, thirty-seven Smarties packets, and about eighty-five Hershey bars.

The dude was sooo fucking wasted. It's not even funny anymore.

Nevermind, a wasted Sora IS pretty funny.

Anyway….

Roxas arrived home about ten minutes after the little 'incident'.

(My synopsis: Sora lost Roxas, Roxas met up with Axel, Roxas and Axel had MAJOR PDA's. -public displays of affection- and BADAM Sora went insane.)

What he found?

"Hola amigo-muchacho-constable-por favor-mon amour-mon ami- mi casa es su casa- et tu retarde- baka- enchilada- spaghetti- taco- noodles- baka no baka- CANDY." Whump. Sora passed out.

"What the.."

Roxas stared at his older twin, and then turned his eyes to the HUUUUGE pile of wrappers.

"HOLY CRAP!"

And now, Roxas knew Sora was completely, entirely, UNDOUBTEDLY wasted on candy. And it amused him. Sadistic bastard.

Roxas walked over to his twin, sat next to his twitching/unconscious/wasted body, and poked it.

Yes, you heard me right. Poked. Sora.

Sora jumped off the ground, ran through the house seven times, ran out the door, got on his bike, traveled at the speed of sound for like a minute, ran back inside, cooked dinner, made the beds, fired the maid, cleaned the cat, walked the dog, and then collapsed in the same exact spot he had been originally.

The same, exact, spot.

NOT. NORMAL.

Roxas found it amusing, yes he did, he poked him again. And again. And again.

Until there were footprints showing where Sora had run, the door had fallen off it's hinges, the bike chain broke, the speed barrier had been broken over seven times, the door had footprints on it, there was enough dinner to last them a year, the beds were so freaking clean, the maid issued a restraining order against the boy who repeatedly told her she was fired, the cat barely had any fur left, the dog hid under the bed, and that certain place on the floor had a dent.

Axel walked in on a very amused Roxas, and a still very wasted Sora.

"…….."

"…" Roxas' snickering stopped.

"…….Whip cream and feathers?"

"Thought you'd never ask!" Roxas magically pulled out a can of whipped cream, and a feather.

The neighbors thought Sora was Santa gone anorexic.

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Now kids, the moral of the story?

Well there are quite a few..

1) Don't do drugs.

2) Don't eat too much candy

3) Don't poke Sora while he's sleeping

And lastly…

4) Don't ask what Roxas and Axel did with the whipped cream and feathers after tricking Sora. Don't.

For the sake of your sanity.. DON'T!

A/N

Happy Halloween everyone!

I was really bored while writing these, and its freaking 3 A.M! Gimme a break!!!

Luhv joo all! Mwah!