Pranker: War

Victim: Strife

Let's begin.

It had been two days since the armor enchantment incident. Strife had continued to argue that he wasn't responsible for the prank, but gladly accepted receiving a point on their prank war chart.
Death had later removed the enchantment off the younger brother's armor for him. War had not forgiven Strife and hadn't received any apology for it, so he decided to take his rage and use it in the prank war.
This didn't take long for War to think of. You see, Strife hates the cold and War had ice. His plan was War would wait for Strife to leave the house and while he was gone, he would slip the chunks of ice into Strife's bed.
Over time the ice would melt and War would keep the water at a freezing temperature for when Strife returns home. But he also had a spot for Fury in his scheme. When Strife gets into the bed to sleep, he would most likely leap from it. When that happens, War will have Fury positioned somewhere in the room with him so when Strife gets up, she will help War activate a few mini catapults with cream pies on them, which will ultimately hit Strife all over, so he will be a creamy pie mess.
War had been excited ever since he had devised this prank of his. He had taken the time to encourage Fury to help him, which she happily agreed to, and also to go out and find mini catapults, which were rather rare by the way, and not make it look suspicious when he brought home a bunch of random cream pies.
Soon his trap had been set. Now all he had to do was wait for Strife to leave for a while.
The morning after War had gotten the ice chunks, Strife had announced his departure.
"Stupid council wants me to go kill off some demons that have been roaming Africa or something. I'll be back later tonight, don't prank anyone till I'm back. I don't want to miss the show!" Strife said. They all rolled their eyes as usual at his joke. Strife then left and War hurried along with Fury on his heels...
"War! War! Strife is coming!" Fury whispered, running back into Strife's room. War had busied himself by keeping the melted water cold, but immediately fixed the covers at Fury's warning. They moved to the shadows and waited for Strife to walk in. They heard him in the hallway.
"Death! I'm going' to bed!" Strife yelled to the eldest. Death grunted in reply. Strife waltzed down to his room and walked in. He took off some of his armor to go to sleep and crawled in bed.
When his skin touched the mattress, Strife flew out. He landed on his feet besides his bed and glared at it, rubbing his now cold wet arms, muttering curses under his breath. The next part of War's plan commenced. He and Fury activated the catapults and the pies flew. Strife looked up and his eyes widened.
SPLAT!
"EW, OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK!? OH BY THE CREATOR IM COVERED IN WHIP CREAM! UGH ITS STICKY!" Strife yelled, flailing his arms, desperately trying to fling off as much as the pie topping as he could. War fell to the floor and held his gut, a loud roar of laughter emitting from him.
Fury clasped her hands over her mouth and struggled to fight her giggles as Strife kept screaming profanities about pie and overreacting. Strife looked over at them, his face swirled in disgust.
"YOU ASSHOLES! UGH IM DISGUSTING, EW! GET IT THE HELL OFF OF MEEE!" Strife screamed, acting like a wild monkey, only driving them to laugh harder. Soon Death was at the door with a confused look. When he saw Strife covered in pie and whip cream, he desperately tried to fight off his laughter,
even doing his best to look away.
"I got you back!" War breathed, calming down after his fit.
"That’s what you get for enchanting my armor." War chuckled. Strife was in such turmoil he barely knew what was going on anymore.
"I TOLD YOU IT WASN'T ME! OH BY THE DREGS THIS IS SO GROSS! THIS IS GONNA TAKE FOREVER TO GET OFF! OH MY GOD!" Strife continued his ranting, still flicking his hands to try and get rid of the pie.
Soon they had extracted Strife from the house and threw him into a lake to stop his whining.
Then they went into the living room and added a point to War's box. Strife was steaming with a towel on his head covering his wet and messy hair and his arms crossed, glaring angrily at his younger brother.