itsjustagamerp | For the Sake of Spite [Active/Open!]

Characters: Riku's doppelganger, and anyone who wants in.
Content: The shade is a creeper. Take that how you will.
Location: Any decks, primarily 2 and 3.
Time of day: EARLY morning, like 4 am. Late enough Riku's usually in bed.
Warnings: Creepiness, possible inappropriateness regarding female characters, but rated a hard PG.
Notes: In the dark he might be mistaken for the real thing. Anyone who wants to be creeped, just reply!

Somehow Riku had managed to fall asleep, despite his prodding and words. He'd simply have to wake Riku up later. No need to let him get too much sleep.

The shade sauntered out the door, leaving it wide open and Riku buried under a sea of pillows and blankets. The hall was primarily silent, free of the drone of speech and the step of feet. His own footfalls came quietly, landing on the edge of his heel and rolling his foot forward. It was an old trick the real thing had learned as a kid to sneak past his parents or Sora. Now it had a different use.

There were so many doors, many with people inside. It was all a matter of opening one and seeing who was inside...

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Despite the early hour, Pinkie's still in the kitchen. Actually, she's been sleeping in the pantry lately; she didn't really want to go back to her room with that thing still around, and anyway Maes made it look REALLY comfortable in there! She isn't sleeping now, though, not after all that taffy she ate earlier! Instead, she's leaning against a counter, mixing up a bowl of cookie dough.

Even though she's facing the door, she's failed to notice that she never put the table barricade back after letting everyone in for taffy time earlier. Ooops.

Pinkie Pie. She was the first thing Riku encountered.

The shade stepped in quietly, slowly approaching with a broad grin laying over his dark features. He stepped as close as he could, features partially backlit from an overhead kitchen light. She was bound to notice a shadow falling over her...

Pinkie glanced up as the shadow fell over her. Backlit as he was, she only noticed the shape of him at first and smiled broadly, dropping the spoon into the bowl. "Riku! Ha, I KNEW you slept in the fridge! Everybody else was all "ohhhhh, that's silly, why would he sleep in the fridge, but I was like..."

She trailed off, ears slowly levering backwards. "Wow. My hoof is hurting again. Normally it's only this bad when..." She looked up at him again, closer this time, and gasped in sudden alarm. "You're not Riku!" Dropping down to all fours, she took a few steps back, before making a quick dash to try to get around him. She KNEW Riku was good at fighting and stuff, so she didn't even know WHAT his double could do.

At her realization, the doppelganger allowed a broad grin to slice across his face. Like his other, the shade was fast, and cutting the pony off was simple. His hand made a swipe at her, quickly grabbing her by the mane before he moved to put her in a headlock and began to drag her.

"Aaaaaaah!"

Pinkie let out a short scream of surprise, and then pain, as the shade grabbed her mane. Her hooves scrabbled uselessly at the smooth floor, unable to find purchase as he dragged her along. "Cammy! Anypony! HELP!" But Cammy had gone out, probably to look for HER shade again because he knew she was worried about it, and nobody else would even be awake this late. Desperate, Pinkie tried to bite down on the arm around her head.

"BLECH!" She let go immediately, spitting and gagging. "You taste even worse than worms, you - you big mean BULLY!" The pony lashed out at his feet with her front hooves as she shouted, trying to trip the shade up, but it was kinda hard to aim while being dragged by the neck.

The doppelganger grimaced at the bite, gritting its teeth. To its luck the bite didn't last long, and it continued to pull her. With so much flailing, it watched its step, only stumbling slightly. Hmm, now what to do with her...

It grinned as it saw a comfy little spot in the pantry. Well, if the pony had slept there, why not make sure it gets a full-night's sleep? On the way, it grabbed a chair and shoved it towards the pantry, ensuring it could keep hold of the pony. With a hearty shove, it threw the pony into the pantry before quickly closing the door on her. The chair was quickly propped up under the doorknob.

After shoving the table over for good measure, the shade examined its arm. Hm. It was a little fighter.

Pinkie continued shrieking and calling out for help as she was dragged, a sound which cut off into a surprised squeak as she was hurled into her makeshift pantry-bed. "HEY!" She turned as fast as she could, but only managed to throw herself against the already shut door. Doorknobs weren't exactly easy for her to begin with, and it took a few rattles for her to realize that she was actually locked in. "HEY! Let! Me! OUT!" She pounded her front hooves against the door a few more times, before pivoting and giving it the best buck she could muster. Unfortunately, she was no Applejack.

"You could at least have turned the LIGHTS on!" she shouted with an angry stomp. She was pretty sure that the shade wasn't out there anymore anyway, but it was the principle of the thing. Turning away from the door, she felt around on the floor until she found the big bag of flour she'd been using as a pillow, whereupon she wrapped her front legs around it and flopped down with a little "Hmph!" She'd been planning on sleeping in here anyway, but being locked in by a stupid shade just made it feel like a trap.

Well, someone would HAVE to find her soon - this was the only kitchen on the entire Satellite. She hoped her cupcake batter wouldn't be ruined by the wait.

About a half hour later, there was movement outside. 90s Kid had been up all night playing Sega until now; he always ended up with the munchies in the middle of the night, so he came down to the kitchen to hunt down some pop tarts. Maybe this time the machine wouldn't burn it.

Caught up in his task, he didn't notice anything weird about the layout of the kitchen, and just turned on the lights as he headed for the food synthesizer.

Even though she was in her bed, Pinkie hadn't been able to fall asleep. She was too upset over being locked in the pantry. So instead she sat and stewed. At least for a little while; eventually she got distracted trying to figure out if she could use the taffy machine to make anything else, like cotton candy or caramel or marshmallow creme...

In the darkness of the shut pantry, the light that beamed under the door when the kitchen lights were turned on was bright and obvious, snapping Pinkie out of her candy-related reverie. She stood and banged on the door with her forehooves again. "Hey! Hey, is somebody out there?"

AAAAH IT'S A PANTRY MONSTER!

Oh no wait. 90s Kid realized after starting and leaping halfway across the kitchen that he recognized that voice, and even noticed the furniture blocking the pantry door as it shook with the banging inside.

"Pinkie?"

"90s Kid?"

Pinkie stopped her banging for a second in surprise, then started bouncing for joy. It was one of her friends! "90s Kid! I was cooking midnight cupcakes and then Riku's mean shadow-thingy came and he pulled my MANE and he dragged me around and then he threw me in HERE and locked the door! Can you come open it, pleeeeeeease?"

At that, 90s Kid's face turned serious, possibly even scowling. Creepy shadowy things making fun of his hair was one thing, but you did not mess with his best friend forever. He rolled up his sleeves, marching toward the pantry door.

"Stand back, Pinkie Pie! I'll save you!"

The table was easy enough to move aside, and when he saw the chair wedged against the door he decided to make this his Big Damn Hero moment. He set himself, bringing his leg back, and...

"EeeeeeeYAH!" he kicked the chair as hard as he could, sending it flying across the room, freeing the pantry door.

Unfortunately, the top of his calf caught the bottom of the chair as he kicked it. Bruce Lee, he ain't.

"...ow."

"Okie-dokie-lokie!" The pantry was small enough that Pinkie didn't have much of anywhere to go, but she pressed herself against the back shelf anyway, closing her eyes as she waited for him to bash the door open or...

...something? She popped first one eye, then the other open at the crash of the chair flying away, before bouncing up to try the door again. And it opened! The pink pony came flying out, tackling her rescuer in a floofy pony hug. "90S KID! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK - " She finally noticed the fact that he was in pain and peered down at his leg. " - you want some ice for that?"

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I have an awful idea I need to talk to you about.

You are a bad bad person

Yes I am. And I'm about to give Riku a bloody lip, too.

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THREADJACK TO THE RESCUUUUUUE lemme know if this isn't okay.

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