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There was a scourge of pranks happening in Thomas's mind. Soft balls balanced over doors, toilets covered in cling-film and lids closed, doors getting locked while someone's inside the room and marbles appearing on the floor in front of beds and sofa: all manner of pranks were happening and making most of the sides double check where they're stepping, looking around the area more carefully than they ever usually would.
Virgil always did this so nobody questioned whether he was being impacted by the pranks at all.
Then there was Remus. Remus who everyone knew was getting pranked like them because of his delighted laughter each time he was gotten.
Remus who had to be the culprit.
"ENOUGH! REMUS SANDERS GET YOUR BUTT HERE!" Janus's scream had everyone going to him, Remus already holding out a paddle and trying to walk backwards so he could be spanked immediately.
"Yes punish me double D. What've I done?" He crooned, wiggling his bum again.
Janus gave him a flat glare. “Given the chaos we've had in the last week, perhaps the more appropriate question should be what haven't you done?”
“The pranks weren't me? Why would I do things that sneakily and not admit to it so I can laugh at everyone?” Remus protested, not even attempting to pretend he wasn't aware of what the conversation about. “But spank me anyway, punish me for the culprits since. Make me loud enough he can hear what I'll do for him.”
The paddle vanished from his hand when he tried pushing it towards Janus again. “One more prank, one more at all, and I will personally work with Roman to destroy every creature, monstrosity, and whore-house within the imagination. Everything you've created there will be gone, if just one more prank occurs.” He stated, cold and resolute. “Admit to your pranks and apologise to us all.”
Roman stepped back, as if to leave the room. “No. We're both Creativity and I'm not helping in utter destruction of creations and ideas that develop my stories most of the time. Find some other punishment.”
“You got everyone here!” Remus cheered, as if Roman's words had made him notice the rest of them. “How about I tell you all what I'd do for or let the prankster do to me until you agree that that can't be me?”
*
The list of offers Remus was making to whomever was doing pranks did nothing to convince most of the sides of his innocence. Logan dubiously thought this was a planned reaction to avoid actual punishment when confronted over everything.
It was still carrying on when all the sides other than Logan had grown bored and decided to do something to help Thomas or relax for a while. He was trying to wait it out in order to learn just what needed resolving to calm Remus down again.
He was fairly sure he'd be successful until Remus was summoned elsewhere in the mind space quite forcibly so given the startled expression Logan only caught a glimpse of.
*
"They actually believe I was the one doing all of this as if their caution in case of pranks hasn't made your job worlds easier." Remus began cackling as soon as he recognised Virgil.
“Yet you aren't surprised that it's me?” He countered, leaning against his door.
Remus grinned, making no move to stand from where the summoning had dropped him. “Made your job easier, didn't it? Without anyone being scared of you or yelling about exaggeratedly negative reactions. Course it was going to be you.”
Virgil smirked, eyes dragging over him. “And all those offers? Intended for anyone in the space you dared try to claim themselves the prankster, or specifically for me?”
“Can you see anyone else enjoying both bondage and making out in confined spaces?” Remus countered.
“Could've had different ones aimed at different people. Logan likes challenging logistics and we both know Janus will tie people up physically just as soon as verbally.” He shrugged, “But I do like knowing all of those things are options. I bet you have so many more than that though.”
Remus's grin turned shark like. “Take up my offers and find out.”