Mediocrebot's Prankstravaganza / Massacre

I’d had an epiphany in that grimy auto wrecking yard with Theresa. The fleeting experience of love, appreciation, and joy I’d felt when she told me she had committed those pranks for me was uplifting. Even when she’d immediately revealed it to be a lie to distract me so she could escape and continue her murder spree.

I had been going about pranks all wrong.

A good prank was not about the skill, mastery, or cunning of the prankster. It was about brightening someone’s day with the knowledge that they mattered enough to be pranked.

I set about my task with newfound resolve, filed an anonymous tip with the police to find Frank’s body, and laid out my plans for the rest of this April Fool’s Day prankstravaganza, which was now rolling into June.