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Partners In Crime

Egos: Bing, Jim’s, Host (I kept it platonic since you didn’t specify)

Request: Also if you take requests, how about a cute one with the reader and their partner in crime (maybe Bing or the Jims) pulling a harmless prank on one of the other Iplier egos (doesn’t matter who, just somebody who wouldn’t kill them for it)?

When you got a walkie talkie call from the Jim’s you were usually about to see something interesting; when you got one from Bing too you were definitely needed to be the mastermind behind some elaborate scheme.

This time it was a prank against Host who you had thought couldn’t hurt a fly. He just sat in the quiet library, the only quiet (at times) room in the Iplier manor, with his sweet tea and occasionally his record player. But your partners in crime insisted Host must pay.

“He banned us from the library!” Cameraman Jim whined “For being too noisy could you believe it!” Added Reporter Jim. You tried to calm them down “Relax, Host is a reasonable guy. I’m sure he’ll lift the ban in a month or so, hang on, is it a lifetime ban?”

“No!” Reporter Jim stated, flailing his arms, and microphone, as dramatic as always. “A week Y/n! A whole Jimmin’ week!”

“Do you know how many shenanijims we could have done in that time?” Cameraman Jim asked.

“Hundreds!”

“Thousands!”

“But we wouldn’t have!” Argued Reporter Jim “But now it’s our civic duty to show how monstrous this guy is. For society’s safety!”

“Wai-” you began.

“He’s a madman y/n!” Cameraman Jim started but was interrupted by a crash… succeeded by another crash… and yet another, as Bing burst through the door he hastily closed behind him sweating. “Sah dudes!” He panted, even though as an android his didn’t really need to, jogging up to you. “Sorry I’m late, my secret mission took longer than I thought.” Cameraman Jim was moving to clap him in the back as you tried to wrap your head around what was going on.

“Wait what? Secret mission? Bing what did Host do to you?” You asked with a concerned look, more aimed at the door Bing just entered through but seeing your gaze he chucked nervously and span you back around, keeping his hands on your shoulders excitedly, but probably also to avoid you finding the source of the multiple crashes.

“Well” Bing began, elbow leaning on your shoulder which really dug in “I might have kinda sorta destroyed Hosts happy place by sorta collapsing two of his bookshelves, and then kinda using them as skate ramps.” You liked up at his nervous smiling face with an awe stricken expression. “Bing!” You shrieked. “Hey, hey! It wasn’t my fault y/n. They dared me to do it! Said they’d film me and my skills would outdo Chase’s latest trick shot vid on his YouTube channel!”

“Yeah and make us rich.” The Jim’s snickered as you shoved their shoulders at their antics.

“Firstly, Bing, your silly competitions- however friendly” you added pointing at Bing, seeing him about to interject then lowering his head “has to stop, before someone’s eye is replaced by a golfball.”

“Or a pickle” the Jim’s snickered, turning your attention to them as you swivelled on one foot and they immediately shut up. “And you two; a week is not a long time! Find a passion project for now, try to take an ugly picture of Dark eating with his mouth open or-”

“Hey you guys only got a week? No fair! I got three and Host still said he was being nice!” You raised an eyebrow at Bing and he pouted. “Don’t like bein’ excluded…”

You sighed but the walkie talkie had made you like one of Pavlov’s dogs, when you hear that static your adrenaline gets pumping ready for some mischief and besides, you were still interested in the prank they were going to play. “So… just out of curiosity, what were you thinking of doing?” You finally asked, an ‘oh no’ ready to rise from your stomach as you saw worried glances Sep between the three. Reporter Jim swept his hair and now sweat from his forehead. “Well you see, the thing is Y/n we, uh, kind of already started phase 1” “And that’s kind of past the point of return” cameraman Jim finished.

“Oh no” you gulped, stepping closer to them. “Jim’s, Bing, what was the prank you guys are doing?” You asked not sure if you wanted to know until finally Bing opened up.

“Well, see we uh, we thought Host basically lives in the library, treats it like his home y’know?” You nodded slowly as Bing laughed, cleaning his sunglasses “well yeah, you know, so we were thinking y’know if Host loves it so much he should try and live there for a while?..” “Go on” you asked, eyes flickering to the library door that was part of this room… then to the other door that was, unsurprisingly, in the hallway behind the door Bing seemed desperate to close. “Oh Bing what have you done?” You sighed walking toward the hallway when Bing and the Jim’s rushed to stand in front of it, Bing waving his hands cautiously. “No no no, you really don’t want to go in there!” Bing said rather loudly and very worried, turning it back into a sweaty smile and yet another ‘innocent’ chuckle.

“Why?” You demanded, sidestepping but so did they. “Well because Bing’s part of the, completely harmless, prank was to, erm, completely block the door and hallway either everything form the garage?”

“Including my X-bike!” Bing whined at them as your eyes bulged out of your head not even knowing how much junk was stuffed in that dusty garage.

“Well I think we should get him out of there and then just throw a bucket of water on top of a door or something.” You said, turning to the other door but they beat you to it again.

“Seriously?” You muttered. “Well we kind of need you to plop down these blankets, this mattress, and this mini fridge so Host can survive overnight.” They chuckled, filling your arms as they listed them, stopping at he mini fridge when you dropped the rest with a death stare.

“No. you’re all going to clear that mess” they groaned and you hushed them “then, I have an idea for an extremely harmless prank that will not ensue a lifetime ban on your asses!”

The boys reluctantly agreed and cleaned the hallway as if it was never touched while you and Host had a nice cup of tea.

The following week Host was begging Google to murder his phone after all his accounts including email were applied with notifications for every single Buzzfeed article, video, quiz. Everything.

These fools! Don’t mess with Host!