Pranker: Strife

Victim: Fury

Let' begin.

'Alright, this is going to be a good one!' Strife thought to himself. He had something, long but soft wrapped up in a few paper towels and was heading to Fury's room to plant it. He couldn't stop smiling as he kept thinking of what her reaction would be when she discovered it. Sure he might get a black eye or two but it would totally be worth it!
Strife entered her room and, keeping it wrapped up, placed the unknown object under the covers of her bed where she would find it.
Later in the evening Fury had returned home and was heading to her room to change. Strife had hoped she would find his little present but he didn't hear anything from down the hallway and he wasn't knocked out cold, so he figured he would just have to wait longer.
The sky darkened and thousands of stars appeared one at a time in the sky, and Fury decided to hit the hay. Strife had refused to go to bed before anyone else, especially Fury just to witness this moment. Death was currently asleep and War was outside beating the crap out of some training dummies.
Strife waited for her to close her door. When she did he ran into the hallway, as quietly as possible, and pressed his ear to the door. It took a while but he heard a scream and smiled wickedly. Fury threw her door open, forcing Strife to move away, and she went to the bathroom. He heard her spill her guts into the toilet and he broke out in laughter.
The scream of course roused Death and made War come running inside to see what had happened. A drowsy Death nearly broke down his door, his vision not yet used to the light and he had grown frustrated with the handle.
"Fury! Are you alright?" Death called out to her, walking toward the bathroom and shoving Strife out of the way. Fury was sitting by the toilet, keeping her head above the seat.
"Strife shit in my bed! He wrapped it up like a child's present!" Fury responded angrily, her throat sore from the vomit. Death felt disgust shoot through him at the thought and turned to Strife who was using the wall for support since his laughter was so intense.
"Did you really shit on Fury's bed?" Death demanded, pissed that he would do something so gross. Strife shook his head and finger at Death.
"Of course I didn't! Ha! You thought it was real! It's not a real terd!" Strife could barely get the words past his lips.
"I got it from Earth! Its soap that looks like shit!" Strife breathed out. Death kept his eyes narrowed at his younger brother though more confused by that answer if anything else.
"Damn humans and their weird ideals…" Death grumbled, going to Fury's room to investigate. Strife, still laughing his ass off went into the bathroom, trying to calm his aching stomach.
"I'm sorry for that Fury, but oh, your reaction was worth it!" Fury glared at him. She noticed War behind him and she smiled, nodding toward Strife. War got the idea and held a hand up, smacking the back of Strife's head in the name of Fury.