DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters or the rights to them because they belong to Capcom and I feel like run-on sentences today.
Miles knew revenge wasn't the right path to take. But it was only fair. It's a little thing called karma, he knew. When you mess with fire, you get burned. When you mess with Miles Edgeworth...
Upstairs, Miles thought of everything. He grabbed two bowls, – filled with water – a permanent marker, a can of shaving cream, (from the bathroom), and honey, just incase.
He snuck back downstairs, trying to be as quiet as a mouse. The boys were in a deep sleep now, to Miles' relief.
The first move he made was to put the bowls of water right besides their sleeping bags, and put their hands in them. He knew the result would be…wet. And humiliating. Next, he took the marker, and, naturally, drew all over their faces. He mostly drew words, such as "loser", "doofus", "fool", and "idiot." On both of their foreheads he wrote in all caps: "GOTCHA!" He also filled in the surplus of space that wasn't taken by words to make stupid doodles.
Miles next squirted some shaving cream into both of their hands. He blew lightly on their faces, and, of course, they swatted the tingling away with their hand, putting shaving cream all over their faces.
But Miles was in the zone now. He took the honey and squeezed the bottle above their heads, making their hair grossly sticky.
Suddenly, Miles became overwhelmed with a sense of guilt. He, firstly, wasn't even sure if what he was doing was right – the boys may hate him for the rest of their lives.
But, but! Miles thought it over again. They deserve it! They have put me to the end of the world and back in this sleepover! They deserve everything that's coming their way.
Miles tried to come up with something different to do. As if a light bulb went off in his head, he ran over to the boys' bags. There, lying in all their glory, were their underwear.
Grabbing the foul undergarments with two fingers, Miles ran upstairs once again. Walking over to the sink, he turned on the faucet, freezing cold water coming out from it. He threw the underwear in the sink, and when they were soaked, threw them in Larry's freezer. He ran back downstairs, pleased with himself.
There has to be something else! This is all great, but there needs to be one thing to put the cherry on top of the Sundae of Revenge!
Miles looked around the basement. Seeing Phoenix and Larry lying there made him force himself not to laugh. He found it quite difficult.
Walking around, Miles suddenly tripped on something. He groaned in pain and picked it up. It was a camcorder.
Miles' eyes widened with glee, happiness, and mischief. It's fate! He flicked it open, and to his delight, there was a tape in there! He had used these before – this would be priceless!
Miles first decided to do some practicing before making the ultimate move. He cleared his throat. "Hello. My name is Miles Edgeworth. I am in Larry Butz's basement with Phoenix Wright and Larry Butz himself. I assume it to be around five in the morning, but that is just an estimate. I, Miles Edgeworth, have officially taken my revenge on Larry and Phoenix, my acquaintances and classmates."
Perfect. Now to really do this thing.
Miles walked in the bathroom so light was a possibility when starting this. He would have to use flashlights when showcasing the boys. Miles pushed the red recording button. It started flashing, the cue to begin.
"Hello, everybody. My name is Miles Edgeworth, and I am currently in Larry Butz's basement, along with Phoenix Wright, awake at five o'clock in the morning. I have been the subject of many cruel mockeries throughout this sleepover, and I, Miles Edgeworth, have officially taken my revenge against the two boys who made my night miserable. I am about to exit the bathroom I am in to show you what kind of revenge I took against these two boys. Let's go."
Miles left the bathroom, grabbed a flashlight, and turned it on. Lucky for him, the boys were heavy sleepers. He walked carefully over to their sleeping bags and shined the flashlight on Phoenix first. He pointed the camera to him, and said, "This is what you get when you make me skip around the neighborhood and sing."
Miles switched the view to Larry. "This is what you get when you act like a complete jerk."
Miles ran back into the bathroom and turned the light on. He flipped the camcorder towards himself again and said one last thing. "As you can see by my acquaintances' faces, revenge is sweet. Miles Edgeworth out." He turned off the camcorder and left the bathroom once again, turning the light off and setting the camera down on the couch. He looked at his friends' faces one more time, and realized he had forgotten to tape how he had put their underwear in the freezer.
Oh well…Miles yawned. He was now tired.
He crawled into his sleeping bag and curled himself into a ball. Revenge was tedious, but completely worth it. He couldn't wait to see the other boys' expressions on their dumbfounded faces when they woke up.
Miles smiled, closed his eyes, and drifted off into sleep.
A/N: When I go to sleepovers, I'm not much of a prankster, so I used the old tricks everybody's heard of. My friends tried waving incense under my nose once when I was sleeping and asked me a question to see who I had a crush on in my school (or something like that) but it didn't work, I guess. That's the only relatively close thing to a prank I've ever experienced at a sleepover. Please review telling me what I did good/bad on, and anything else that's on your mind. Thank you so much, and see you at chapter 11!