Pranker: Fury

Victim: Death

Let's begin.

It was only the day after Strife got completely attacked by the onslaught of pies War had unleashed on him. Strife was still fuming and upset about it, but would sometimes get the better of himself and laugh along with War. Fury currently was sitting on the couch with Death as War and Strife started to wrestle. She had been curious of what the others were capable of in this prank war.
In all honesty her mind was blank of any ways to prank any of them. All she knew was she wanted to prank them all at once, but what could she do?
Fury looked to Death to ask him if he had any pranks in mind but was surprised. He had his head leaned back and his eyes were closed. She sighed. He was sleeping. Fury crossed her legs and turned away, holding her head on her hand and starting to brainstorm.
A thought came to her. She could just go to Earth and ask mortal children what would be a clever trick. But that would require to much to do...
"Ha! Death passed out!" Strife suddenly yelled out, making Fury flinch from her thoughts. Death didn't stir to the noise and Fury rolled her eyes.
"You know he sleeps like the dead, no matter how loud you yell he isn't going to wake up-" Fury stopped when an idea popped into her head.
"Strife, War, make sure he doesn't wake up. I'll be right back." Fury said, getting off the couch and hurrying down the hallway. Strife and War shared a look of confusion.
"Why does she- OH SHE WANTS TO PRANK HIM IN HIS SLEEP!" Strife said, clapping his hands together when he figured it out. War smirked.
"I wonder what she will do." War said. Fury reappeared in the room, holding a fancy box in her hands, a large grin on her face.
"War, move out of the way." Fury said, a giggle in her tone as she practically skipped over to Death's sleeping form. War inched away so she could stand in front of the older horseman. Fury opened the box and Strife busted out laughing at what was inside.
"Shh! I don't want to risk him waking up!" Fury chuckled. Strife held his hand over his mouth and slammed his fist on the armrest, desperately trying not to laugh to death. Fury pulled out a stick of lipstick from the box and put a hand on Death's chest to lean over him. She started drawing on Death's mask with it.
"This deserves a point!" Strife said, drawing a tally on Fury's box. Fury grinned as she put the lipstick back in her makeup box and pulled out mascara. She used it to make little markings above the holes of Death's mask where his eyes were. She pulled back and looked at her work. Death now had fake lips printed on the blank part of his mask made of Fury's lipstick and fake eyelashes.
"Dude, wait for him to wake up! He is going to be so shocked!" Strife said. Fury nodded and put her cosmetics back into her box and closed it, pulling it under her arm and removing herself from the couch. Death's arm twitched but he didn't stir. Fury sighed in relief and ran past Strife and War to put away her makeup box. She grabbed a mirror from her dresser and ran back out.
She walked back in and Strife and War were sitting down, grins on their faces as they watched Death, waiting for him to wake up. Fury sat down beside and Death, unable to keep from smiling.
Death cracked his eyes open and yawned. He hadn't meant to doze off like that. He stretched a bit and leaned forward to scratch his neck. He looked up and saw his three siblings grinning at him.
He raised a brow.
"What?" Death asked in a grumpy voice. They all shared a highly amused look and Fury held out her mirror to him. Death eyed her. She motioned him to take it and he did.
Death had glanced into it, but then took a double take, his eyes the size of dinner plates.
"What in the-" Death was cut off by Strife busting out laughing.
"Hahaha! Got you while you were sleeping!" Strife said. Death clutched the mirror, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Was this a trick mirror?
"I like your new look Death." War chuckled. Death looked up at them, his shock melting into anger.
"I am going to murder you and reap your soul!" Death threatened angrily. At first he was going for Strife, thinking he did it but Strife immediately got serious and put his hands up.
"Hey, hey! It wasn't me! If you want to know who it was look at the chart." Strife said, pointing at the board. Death looked over and saw it was... Fury? He looked to his sister with disbelief. Fury had her head down with laughter, her hair covering her face as she struggled to breath. War and Strife were laughing as well but she was he loudest. Death rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Fury slowly got to her feet and giggled.
"Don't worry, its washable." Fury chuckled. She pulled out a rag and starting to clean the makeup off of his mask as he glared at her, Strife and War's laughter continuing in the background.
"I hate all of you..."