Psychonauts
Title: Just A Little Revenge
Summary: Who would have thought Fred could be devious?
Spoilers: Err... the Asylum?

An impish smile was on Fred's lips. "So, Mr. "Chief Orderly", hmh? Where are you going, I thought you had to watch over the elevator?" Fred bent a bit down, not even enough to reach with his arms the green mop of hair, but it got him still the same reaction as if he did all the same.

Crispin's screeching rang pleasantly in his ears. Chasing the smaller man around proved to be even more fun than he had imagined. It was like cat-and-mouse and he enjoyed how he stayed directly behind his "prey" while nimbly avoiding or ducking under any obstacle without effort. He didn't intent to seriously harm the other in any way, mind you – it wasn't in his nature to become violent or cruel. That had been always Crispin's department, he had realized, and he wasn't going to stoop down on the other's level.

Symbolically, of course.

Which didn't mean he couldn't mess a bit with the former inmate.

Fred's smile blossomed into full wickedness at all the ideas he had. Chrispin chose this time to look back to see where his pursuer was.

The orderly-wannabe almost fainted.

Napoleon would be proud of him.