Genre: Horror/Humor
Rating: K plus
Summary: There's a trickster hiding where no-one thinks to find him. There's a trickster that's taken Anakin.
Ahsoka crept to the corner, lightsaber up. Her master was missing. This part of the Jedi Temple was deserted, and somehow had fallen into disrepair. Gone so far, so fast...but how? She'd been down here just last week!
The apprentice tiptoed carefully around corners, checking the note in her hand for direction. It was scrawled casually, with terrible, terrible implications so thoughtlessly thrown in with the words. Her master was here. She knew it.
He had to be.
Finally, she came up on the last corner, turning her body and moving her head to peek slowly. A body lay there, limp and relaxed. Terror crept into Ahsoka's mind. No, no no no no no... Anakin, no...
She knelt over the body, noting the insanely wide smile. Everything about this situation was creepy and saddening. She was so caught up in the emotion that she didn't notice the figure coming up behind her.
"BOO!"
Ohmygosh I am so so so sorry. I am going to try to do better. Also I'm not dead.
