Sorry, for two reasons...

One, for being lazy. Two, nobody dies. :3

Also, I know this is a short chapter but I have a writer's block so erm... yeah... but thanks to Vampire Koneko and Jarkes for these ideas. The Champions (and maybe that mask dude) are forever grateful.

x Murky

After everyone had assembled in the Great Hall, half of the residents being poked fun at, everyone settled down to watch Hercules. Ares was the general favorite character, as he usually was. It was, as usual, a good movie, but the best part was definitely in the middle when Lance's bit came on. This caused more people to look at him and laugh mercilessly at his choice of cosplay.

The rest of the cosplay crew didn't go unnoticed; the rest of the Harry Potter cast got a lot if 'who in the name of Arceus are you supposed to be?' After explaining that the voice on the intercom was directed at them and that they were forced to wear the suits; No Exceptions. The cosplay crew was the butt of %90 of the jokes for the rest of the day.

Lance was not the only one who left in a bad mood.

Everyone went to bed calmly, and night fell upon the Castle…

Steven decided to check the fanfic site this morning, just because he had been skeptical about it earlier – it seemed rather stupid at the time, but he had warmed up to the idea and actually kind of liked it now. He got out of bed and pulled on a shirt and some pants – no way was he going to walk around the castle in his pajamas. He shuffled calmly along the highway, nearly jumping in the air when he heard Bruno snoring. "Calm down," he murmured to himself. "It's only just Bruno."

Slipping into the large, Champion-only computer room, he accessed the site. All he had seen from these people were printouts, and he wanted to do something for a change.

Jarkes 2009-01-29 . chapter 4

I've got a good one...
Replace all of Lance's capes with bedsheets. But not just ANY bedsheets: PINK bedsheets.

"Pink bedsheets?" Steven murmured. "No. We can't do that to another Champion… only to the Elites."

Vampire Koneko 2009-01-29 . chapter 4

XD

- Replace Will's clothes with a Beautifly costume. Replace Karen's clothes with a Dustox one.
- Make Lance scream around saying 'Bloody Murder!' XD

"Lance runs around screaming 'BLOODY MURDER!' anyway." Steven chuckled. "But the Beautifly and Dustox idea? That's good stuff." He closed the window, and retreated to the Cosplay Closet. He emerged after much shuffling around and some giant cascades of outfits with Beautifly and Dustox full-body suits, and reminded himself again what he was supposed to do. "Will is the Beautifly, Karen is the Dustox."

He drifted into their rooms, and nearly screamed when he saw Karen; there was an Espeon asleep on her face. Trying not to laugh, Steven put the Dustox cosplay suit into a drawer after emptying the entire shelf; he did the same with Will, and wasn't as surprised when an Umbreon was draped over his head as well. Smiling, Steven cleared out his closet as well and flung in the Beautifly suit. Mission completed, he went to bed.

Half an hour later, Will woke up with an Umbreon chewing on his mask. After swatting the black cat Pokemon off of the black mask sitting on his bedside table, he got out of bed and got dressed. Half-awake, Will trudged over to the computer in the corner of his bedroom and checked out the reviews. Ah, yes… He thought. I am going to be quite busy today.

While everyone else was out wandering with nothing good to do, Will swooshed calmly throughout the castle, arms laden with frilly pink bed sheets. When questioned why he was toting around a large amount of frilly pink bed sheets, he would explain that he found them in his closet and wanted to get them out. Most people nodded and moved on with their day, and thankfully nobody questioned him when he entered Lance's room.

As Will flung the closet door open, he marveled at Lance's large amount of stupid capes and rubber suits. Leaving the suits alone (they looked kind of creepy, to be honest) he pulled down Lance's cloak collection and stowed them hastily away in a dark corner of the Cosplay Closet the next door down.

"Now," he said, "I must find a way to make Lance scream that something di-" he stopped midsentence as Lorelei passed by with a 'hey, Will' and got an idea. Nodding back, the purple-haired guy reached his hand into the closet and took out one of Lance's capes; at least these weren't rubber like his suits were. He slipped back into Lance's closet and began to furiously tear the cape into strips. He then found Lance's stash of ketchup (he likes most red things) and dumped an entire bottle of Heinz over the shreds.

Satisfied with his work, Will peered down the hallway, and stopped cold. Lance was trudging along, still in the stupid jacket over his rubber suit. Beginning to panic, Will scrambled back into the closet and hid behind Lance's new pile of pink bedsheets. He sat there in darkness for a second, huddled in deep shadow, until Lance opened the door. Apparently, Lance couldn't see him.

"What the…?" The red-haired man mumbled as he looked around. "Why were all my capes replaced with pink bed sheets? Nobody could have pranked me, could they? Unless some other Champion thought it funny or something." He picked up one of the bed sheets. As he did, Lance stepped forward and his foot slid. "Hunh?" He muttered, glancing down.

"OH MY GOD!" He yelped. "WHAT IN THE NAME OF ARCEUS IS THIS?!?" Will smiled widely, trying desperately to hold back uproarious laughter. Lance backed up a few steps, a look of complete horror on his face.

"Who… did this…?" The man gritted his teeth, eyes flashing with anger. "I'm going to find him. RIGHT NOW!"

Lance stormed out of the room and thundered down the hallway. As residents opened their doors and stared cluelessly at the rampaging Elite, an angru roar of a voice reached their ears.

"BLOODY MURDER! BLOODY MURDER! BLOOOOOOOOODY MURDERRRRRRRRRRRR!"