After the meeting that was held last week, the X-Men have understood that they should attempt to catch this mischievous trickster that has entered their home.

You floated around, looking for someone to piss off only to find nothing. It was quiet. Too quiet. You checked the kitchen, no Gambit and no smell of beignets. Then the living room, no sound of banter and laughing of Jubilee and Roberto. The bedrooms? No Scott and Jean, no sleepy Logan, no sarcastic Morph, and no bubbly Rogue.

Maybe Beasts lab...

You near the door, the sterile smell reaching your nose. The strong smell of hand sanitizer makes your nose scrunch as you walk inside.

Usually, there's classical music and the blue furry genius leaning over a desk. Not this time. Early silent. You were about to leave until you heard something flapping in the wind. Paper.

You turned out and looked at the well written blue prints. It was a plan to catch something. The thing was gonna be met in Beasts lab, run out into the hallway and be met with Wolverine and Morph, getting flour thrown on them.

Then, as the subject of this plan was skidding down the stairs, Jean was going to use her powers to disorient them and have them cornered by Scott.

Then as they try to get away, Magneto's going to wrap a silver based rope around them that Beast created and an inhibitor collar closed around their neck. There was also a side note written in the margins that said 'if not neck, then anywhere that can be reached'. Classic Beast.

You paused in your reading, looking up at the title at the top. To catch a Demon. Oh God...oh no...this was about...you---

Your thoughts were cut out by Beast jumping out. You dropped the blue prints, your invisible form running out the door and just like it said on the blue prints; there was Morph and Wolverine.

Flour was thrown on you, highlighting your invisible form as you spat some of it out. "Yeah! C'mon ya furry Devil!" Wolverine yells as you run down the stairs with a yelp. Jean rounds the corner and pressed her fingers to her temple. Her hand outstretched towards you and your mind is filled with random noises.

Your mind rings as the sound of forks running against plates fills your mind, making you back away with a grunt. "Scott, now!" She called out. Scott walked towards you, making sure you couldn't run away as your eyes darted around.

A figure levitated over Scott with a scowl, glaring down at your flour-y and pale white form. The Master of Magnetism. "Cease your trickery, demon of mischief." He demanded, closing his hand into a fist. Silver rope curled around your figure before pulling taut around you.

Magneto used his powers to pin you to the ground with the rope, Scott forcing a collar around your neck. "Alright team, they've been captured." He calls out, his voice echoing through the room. All of the other X-Men came down the stairs, looking down at your floured and restricted form.