Prince Quinlan, South American United States (S.A.U.S)

[by Tis I, The Most Frienchiest Fry]

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Five years before the Selection

"You all need to be on your best behavior, do you understand?" Dad demanded, glaring at me in particular.

"Yes, Dad." We all said before Dad left the room. Tyronne and I exchanged a look. Lynna, my older sister, turned on me and Tyronne.

"Do not interfere with this you two." She said, already sensing our plan. She then proceeded to walk out of the room, leaving me and Ty to plan.

"I'm out," Ty said. Disbelief filled me.

"What?!" I asked. He couldn't just walk out on me like that!

"It's too much work, Quin." He said in his cold way, then followed in Lynna's footsteps and walked out of the room.

"Fine." I huffed. "I'll drive away Lynna's gross suitors by myself," I said. We had met them earlier that day, and so I knew who I was going to target first. I went to my room to grab some supplies and a backpack to put the supplies in, then proceeded to go to each of Lynna's suitors' rooms. There were three in total, and I had three brilliant pranks planned. Lynna was greeting them, so I didn't have to be worried about them being in their room.

My first stop was at this one dude who was super monotone about everything.

"It's cool." He had said when asked what he thought of the palace. My palace was the best palace, it was more than just 'cool'! So for him, I adjusted the temperature of his room to fifteen degrees Fahrenheit (roughly negative nine degrees Celsius) and then rigged the thermostat to readjust itself to fifteen degrees Fahrenheit every time it was changed. At least some of the robotics classes Mom had made me take had paid off. I then grabbed a small bucket I had packed and ran to the bathroom, filling the bucket with water. I then threw the water all over the bed, and then over the floor and walls. I repeated that action until everything was coated with water. Now the palace was 'cool'!

Next, I went to the suitor who said that the palace was supposedly 'filthy' when no one but I was looking.

He had cringed at the slightest speck of dirt, so I took cockroach cut-outs Ty had put in my room a few weeks ago, and put them on the insides of a few lamps. I grabbed a few old toilet paper rolls and wet them, then tore them apart. I wrapped them together again, and put them in hidden places throughout the room. They looked like poop, which was kinda childish of me but whatever. I also emptied his toothpaste and filled it with mustard. This had to be enough to scare him off, he had practically fled when he saw a pile of dirt a maid was cleaning up.

I stopped at Ty's room to grab some stuff. I went to the blond kid's room last, a devious plan in my head. I grinned evilly and grabbed some supplies out of my backpack. He was the one who treated me like a little kid, even though I was eighteen. He also treated Lynna like he was better than her, which he was obviously not. He was not better than Lynna or me. Ty, maybe. For him, I had the best prank.

When we had first greeted him earlier that day, he had thought he had seen an ant and had freaked out. Sure, I didn't like bugs, but I'm not afraid of them. So while I was in Ty's room, I had grabbed his ant farm.

"Here little guys, be free," I muttered as I released the ants into the guy's bed. I made sure to put a few crumbs in the bed. I forgot how many ants Ty had, but it was a lot. He literally had a palace for the ants. My older brother was weird.

By the time the blond dude got back, the ants would be all over the room, and the blond guy would leave the palace.

The next morning, the suitors were nowhere to be found. Lynna said they had left early in the morning, each of them giving some horrible excuse like 'my room was freezing', 'there were bugs all over', and 'my room was filthy', and all of those were horrible insults to my parents and the palace, so Dad let them go with an angry expression apparently.

Dad never brought more suitors home again.


Thanks to The Most Frenchiest Fry for this funny One-Shot! we got ourselves one prankster among the Selected...! But does he realize that he's one of the suitors, now? xD

All credits and reviews go to The Most Frenchiest Fry!