A sudden knock at the door interrupted the crimson figure's thoughts.
"What do ya want?!" she said.
"Joy said she needs you at the Console," a familiar voice responded. The crimson figure grinned to herself as she walked over and opened the door to see Anger glaring at her.
"Well, well, well~..." she nearly purred, leaning against the door frame. She absolutely loved teasing the other Emotions, but Anger's reactions had always been her favorite. She found it especially hilarious when she acted as if she had a crush on him. "Long time no see, cutie~! How have ya been?"
"Don't call me that!" Anger exclaimed. "I'm not cute!"
"Aww~..." the crimson figure said almost condescendingly, ignoring his comment. "You're so adorable when you're annoyed~..."
"Just shut up and get to the Console, Mischief!" Anger yelled. He really hated her, and that couldn't have been more obvious.
"Yeah, yeah, suuuuure..." Mischief sighed playfully as she left the room. She slid down the railing with a casual "'Sup, losers?" at the end.
"Any ideas?" Joy inquired.
"...For what?" Mischief answered. She had no clue why Joy wanted her at the Console. Most of the time she was at the Console, she wasn't supposed to be there. It was just her nature.
"Seriously?!" Disgust interjected. "Anger should have told you..."
"Hey, all he said is that Joy wanted me here..." Mischief responded with a shrug.
"This is a disaster!" Fear exclaimed. "It's April Fool's, and we can't think of any pranks! WE'RE DOOMED!"
"Hold it," said Mischief. "You're not tryin' to pull a prank on ME, are ya? Last time I checked, it was May... and I don't think we can travel back in time yet."
"See?" Fear said to Disgust. "I told you she wouldn't fall for it!"
"It was YOUR idea, genius!" Disgust retorted.
"No it wasn't!"
"Yes it was!" The two kept bickering.
"Guys," Joy interrupted. "It was MY idea." She turned to Mischief. "You're right. It's not really April Fool's, but we've organized a prank war for the weekend, and we're out of ideas, so I decided to call on you! You're the QUEEN of pranks!"
"'We' meaning...?" Mischief responded.
"Riley and her friends, duh!" Disgust said with an annoyed sigh.
"We can put a whoopee cushion on someone's chair!" Mischief thought out loud.
"Too overused..." Disgust sighed. "And predictable. Next!"
"A safety pin?" Mischief wondered.
"Too dangerous!" said Fear. "Just because it has 'safe' in the name-"
"Next!" Disgust called.
"We can fill a bucket with water and put it in a doorway, and when someone steps on a tripwire-"
"Too complicated," Sadness replied, cutting Mischief off. She'd been there the whole time, but nobody had noticed until then.
"Geez!" Mischief exclaimed. "You guys wanna think of a good prank, but ya don't like any of my ideas! Hypocritical much?" She felt someone breathe on her. "What the...?!" Fear then screamed, startled by her sudden change of tone.
"...Maybe..." a ghostly figure whispered as she floated in midair behind Mischief. "We could... make them think... their houses... are... haunted..."
