Yellow: What Do You Call Quantums Of Electromagnetic Radiation That Don’t Get Along?

*gang is chilling in the house*

*knocking at the door*

Second: Was Purple supposed to come over today?

Green: I don't think so-

*loud boom*

Dark, walking through where the door just was: We're here!

Second: Oh, hi Dark! Hi Chosen and Vic!

Yellow: What happened to the door?

Dark: APRIL FOOLS!

Yellow: BURNING DOWN THE DOOR IS NOT AN APRIL FOOLS JOKE?!

Dark: Technically, the door exploded, much quicker and more efficient.

*later*

Dark: Well, bye you little suckers!

Second: Bye Dark! Sorry the others couldn't see you off

Dark: Nah, it's okay. Come on Chosen, come one Vic let's head out

Second, already ducking behind the couch: NOW GUYS!

Red, Yellow, Green, and Blue: GLITTER ATTACK!

Dark: Wha-

*glitter bombs are thrown*

*The Dark Lord is now covered in glitter*

Chosen, patting Dark on the back: Happy April Fools Day

Red: Yellow's amazing at concentrating. Once they start reading, the only way they’ll notice you is if you take their book away. Not even if you hit them or shake them!

Blue: That was them ignoring you.

Second: So, what is Dark to you?

Chosen: The reason I wake up every morning.

Second: ...That’s adorable.

Dark earlier that morning, barging into Chosen′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

Chosen: I’d like to live through a week that’s not a whole new verse of “We Didn’t Start the Fire.”

Yellow starved to death

Yellow: I am charging my phone in school secretly.

Yellow: Mastermind over here.

Second: A SPIDEEER!!!!!!

Yellow: KILL IT! SMASH IT!

Green: BURN IT!

Second: STAB IT! WITH A KNIFE! GET ME THE SHOTGUN!

Red: Awww, it’s so cute! Look at it!

Second, pointing out Dark's black clothes: Whose funeral is it? Dark, looking around the room: Hmm... Haven't decided yet.

Purple: Hi, do you take walk-ins?

The Morgue: What?

*Second is fighting a monster*

Dark: Just stay calm! You already have everything you need to beat it!

Second: The power to believe in myself!?

Dark: No, a knife! Stab it!