A/N: I don't own the wrestlers! I do own Will. Darkest-Hearts owns the Mizmallows. As always, it's meant in fun.

The Mizard Of Odd

Chapter 6: Miz Has A Mishap

Miz dropped the box of Mizmallows and pushed away from the table. "I think I'd like to lie down now."

"What's the matter, Miz?" Christian asked, retrieving the box of Peeps.

"He's going to eat us, Miz!" the box screamed. "Save us!"

Miz covered his ears. "I'm not hearing this, I'm not hearing this, I'm not hearing this…"

"Not hearing what?" Punk asked. "I know you're mad and all, dude, but maybe you could try making sense for those of us who aren't sanity impaired?"

Miz stared in horror at Christian, who had a knife and was squinting at the box thoughtfully. Slowly, he lowered his hands from his ears. "Uh, Christian? You're not going to eat those, are you?"

"Probably after dinner," Christian said. "Why? You want one?"

"Save us!" the Mizmallows yelled. Miz could distinctly hear more than one voice now. He winced.

"Yes. They're my favorite. Can I have them? Please?"

"I don't know," Christian said doubtfully. "What are you going to give me for them?"

"What do you want?"

Christian shrugged. "Your dessert tonight?"

"Deal," Miz said in relief. "Whatever it is, you can have it. Now hand over the Mizmallows."

"Mizmallows," Punk said. "That's cute. Weird, but cute."

Christian shrugged and pushed the box across the table again. "They're all yours."

Miz cradled the box against his chest and peered down at the marshmallows inside the plastic. "Shh, it's all right. You're safe now. He won't eat you, I promise."

"Wow," Christian said, "you are crazy, aren't you?"

"Really crazy," Punk said. "In the land of crazies, he's the king."

Miz ignored them. "Could someone wheel me to my room, please?"

"I will," said Mark Henry. Miz nodded and the big man stood up and took the handles of the chair. They passed through the sun room, where Matt was sitting in a darkened corner.

"Leaving so soon, Miz?" Matt asked.

"Are you Matt or Matthew?" Miz asked, and the man chuckled.

"Matthew. If I were Matt, I'd be trying pathetically to please you all. Matt's weak."

"Oh."

"I'm taking Miz to see the moon," Mark said. "Out on the balcony."

"I thought you were taking me to my room," Miz said.

"I never said that," Mark said.

Miz sighed. "Could you please just take me to my room?"

"Sure. I'm a race car driver!" Mark made a noise that sounded almost like a car engine.

"Do you have to make the noises?" Miz asked. "My head is killing me."

Matthew chuckled. "That's how it starts."

"That's how what starts?" Miz asked.

"Everything," Matthew said.

Mark let out an ear-piercing shriek and jerked Miz's wheelchair around, nearly spilling the man out. He ran, full speed at the door to the sunroom, making alarming car noises as he went.

"Look out!" Miz yelled, flinging himself from the chair at the last second. He'd cradled the box of Peeps against his chest, hearing their cry of horror. He held them safely against himself, protected, as he rolled to a halt near Matthew's feet. Mark crashed into the door with a resounding bang as it flew open, hit the wall, and bounced back. Mark was already gone by the time it had bounced back, however, taking Miz's chair with him. Miz looked up at Matthew, who had a smirk on his lips. "That was close."

"You should learn to keep better company," Matthew said. "Or it's likely to get you hurt."

"I can see that." Miz sat up and examined the Peep box. "You guys okay?"

"I think I lost some of my sugar," one of the Peeps said.

Miz looked up to see Matthew staring at the box with interest. "What have you got there?"

"Mizmallows."

"Hmm," Matthew said, sliding onto the floor to sit next to Miz. "Sounds interesting."

"Are you still Matthew?" Miz asked.

The man blinked at him. "Matthew? No. Hey, are those sugar?"

"Well, they have sugar on the—hey! Give that back!"

Matt held up the box he'd snatched away from Miz. "But it's sugar."

"Oh boy," Miz heard from the doorway. He turned to see Punk moving across the room. "Let me have it. Right now."

"But…" Matt looked up at Punk, his eyes huge and filling with tears. "But it's sugar, Punk."

Punk sighed and held out his hand. "Now." Tears spilled down Matt's cheeks as he set the box into Punk's hand. He let out a sob. Once Punk had the box, he said, "Will's handing out pudding in the other room, Jeff."

"Pudding?" Matt said, perking up.

"Jeff?" Miz echoed.

Punk shook his head at Miz. "Go ahead. I'm sure if you can behave at the table, you'll get pudding for dessert. And who knows? Christian may have more sweets on him."

"Yay!" Matt bounded to his feet and ran into the dining room.

"Jeff?" Miz said again.

Punk sighed. "We don't see much of Jeff anymore. He's almost completely gone now."

"But Jeff is a real person," Miz said. "I've met the guy."

Punk chuckled. "What can I say? Matt doesn't function well without his brother around. While Jeff was in the WWE, he was fine, but once Jeff went to TNA and this Drew McIntyre thing started, Matt went to pieces."

"How many personalities does he have?"

"That we know of?" Punk said. "Four. And I can only assume that you haven't met the fourth one yet."

"I don't know." Miz sighed. "My head is killing me, and now my arms hurt, too." He paused. "Uh, can I have my Mizmallows back? They're upset."

"Right, sorry," Punk said, handing over the box. "So where's Mark?"

Miz winced. "I do not want to talk about it. Unless you're going to tell me what the hell is wrong with him now?"

"Nope, sorry," Punk said. "But I will help you to the room, if you want."

"I think I'm bleeding internally," Miz said, "so yes, that would be nice, thanks." Punk helped Miz to his feet and the two made their way to the door, with Miz leaning heavily on his roommate. "I really appreciate this."

Punk said, "Hey, I'm Jesus. It's what I do."