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Art is not mine, from google by Sébastien Gallego
Its been too long. I sorry. Stuff happened…. BUT IM BACK :D
If you had walked, or rather- run- into the dining hall at that very moment just, as Afap and Shadow had, your eyes would have been entertained by quite the terrifying spectacle. At the very head of the room in front of the massive fireplace, there was a mortified Chaos with his entire left arm ignited in flames. A panicking Trot was screaming mostly gibberish and trying to apologize but Chaos wasn’t having it. Next to them sat a half yelling, half laughing Greief bent over trembling in a chair.
Trot was doing his best not make it look like a crime scene. He grabbed a cloth napkin and wet it with what he thought was water- it was not water. So not only did it look more like he was trying to suffocate Chaos, the whole thing went up in flames and now there were little fire patches on the carpet.
“OH-“ Trot yelped and moved in strange contortions to pat out the fumes.
“What are you doing- AH- IS THERE NOT WATER?! WHY IS THERE ALCOHOL? WE ARE MINORS!”
“I don’t know!”
“You’re telling me the place you rented is offering HARD BEVERAGES TO MINORS! AHhH, GREIEF, GET ME SOME AQUA PURA!”
-PAUSE-
Allow me to draw this out for you:
So Chaos, Trot, and Greief had remained behind in the dining hall since they agreed it was the safest place. Under the impression that Blue was one of the unfaithful, the trio figured if either of them were the other killer, the said killer wouldn’t have the might to do the deed with a witness.
So Greief set to munching on a chicken leg in the corner while Trot and Chaos entertained themselves by admiring the details of the woodwork and paintings. It was when Chaos stopped to appreciate a couple swords hanging over the fireplace when- chaos- began.
Trot happened to also be on that side of the room. He was observing a strange painting of a man holding a small dagger. It was an odd painting. The man looked sunken and sad, as if he knew your fate- and it wasn’t a good one. Trot stepped closer. The angle of the dagger was odd- it was exactly vertical in the man’s hand. That’s when Trot saw it- a shadow on the painting.
If you know anything about paintings, you would know they are flat- completely smooth on either canvas or wood- they do not make shadows within themselves. This propelled curiosity inside Trot. He reached out and stroked the canvas. A sliced part of it peeled away. He was met with a menacing pair of eyes which were watching him from a darkness on the other side. One of the eyes glowed a pinkish color in the black. He half yelped in surprise and darted to Chaos.
“There’s— there’s-“ he stuttered.
“What- huh?”
“EYES!”
“You aren’t making sense-.”
Trot grabbed Chaos’s arm, spun him to face the picture, and aimed a finger at the painting.
“THERE!”
As he did, something small, metallic and sharp flew from the peeled section of canvas. Only Trot saw the blade coming, so he shoved himself and Chaos out of the way- into the fireplace. Trot, of course, was unscathed, but Chaos screamed like no one had ever heard before. It shocked the whole house. Everyone heard it. How could they not hear it?
And so, Greief sat witnessing the ordeal of a flailing, fire cloaked, Chaos, and a panicking, fire extinguishing, Trot who was also swearing under his breath.
That’s when Afap and Shadow burst into the room.
———
“What’s your alibi, Trotelot, the ‘friendly’ arsonist?” Afap asked menacingly.
Trot, bound by his arms and legs in a chair, sat accused on the attempted murder of TheCrypteral, Chaos.
“I saw a pair of freakish eyes from that stupid painting by the fireplace. You can go find the peep-hole, I swear, it’s torn right where the dagger is. Someone was watching-“
“A dagger?!”
“No! Not on me! In the painting!”
“This is awfully concerning, mate.”
After the group sent Afap to observe the painting, he reported back that there was no such tear to be found.
“WHAT!” Trot tried hopping around in his chair. “There was a tear, I saw the eyes! It frightened me and I ran to Chaos. Then there was a knife-“
“The dagger!” Afap interrupted. “The dagger you mentioned!”
“NO! It was more like a throwing star… I saw it and tried to get out of the way- and then Chaos was there—”
“And you set my arm on fire and now I have SECOND DEGREE BURN, thank you very much!” Chaos blurted from his spot in the corner where he was rubbing ointment on his arm.
“I’m sorry, ok! I was trying to save you!”
“Sounds like something a murderer would say…” Greief chimed in. “Well it all makes sense! You wanted to team up and ‘accidentally’ kill one of us in front of the other so that you could cover up and be clear for the rest of the night! It’s got to be Trot. Vote him out- err, whatever we do to eliminate people-“
Trot reeled in his chair- or tried to, “That is so dumb, I would never kill anyone in front of another person!”
“But you would kill someone!” Afap put hand on the chair and balanced it on its back legs while staring into Trot’s soul.
‘You know what I think?’ Trot leaned up to Afap’s face and whispered, ‘I think it’s YOU-‘
Afap smirked, ‘Oh yeah? Blame me, go ahead, but I’m not the one who burns things or PEOPLE for fun.’
‘Ugh, no, just, no. My point is, i know it’s you! Here’s why-‘
“No, no, wait wait, we don’t have sufficient evidence.” Shadow abruptly entered the argument.
Trot made grateful hand motions in her direction and mouthed ‘thank you’, while Afap released the chair with unnecessary roughness and flipped him over. ”Now he’s trying to convince me I’m the murderer, HA!”
Chaos stood and stiffened.
“Is this enough ‘sufficient’ evidence, Shadow?!” He held up his arm and winced.
“It was an accident!” Shadow cried.
“How do you know! You weren’t there. You can’t defend him just because he’s your friend. If he’s a murderer- he isn’t going to stop until the rest of us are dead, we can’t take chances here.”
“But what if he’s innocent? Then you’d be sentencing your own teammate!”
“No teammate of mine turns on me.”
A large crackling BOOM sounded again as Rod came to life.
“HAVE YOU MADE A DECISION? WHAT WILL IT BE? WILL YOU SENTENCE THE YOUNG LAD OR CARRY ON WITH HIGHER RISK OF PERISHING?”
“Oh! Look who returned from the dead.” Afap exclaimed.
“UH, NOT DEAD. NEVER DIED- WHAT- ANYWAY, COME TO AN AGREEMENT OR BE FORCED TO MOVE ON.”
The group hastened into a circle.
“Let’s just move on.” Offered Shadow.
“No, no, I think it’s him.” Greief argued.
“You think everyone is the murderer!” She objected.
Chaos shook his head. “Shadow- I don’t want anyone else to suffer, we must take him out. If we are wrong, I take blame, but I just can’t take risks.”
“I agree with Chaos, we can’t take risks and he’s hurt pretty badly. Besides, Trot is just crazy at this point, accusing me out of no where. Pfft.” Afap reputed.
“I just want to see someone die.”
The group turned to Robin who appeared from a nearby hall.
“What? I’m not the murderer, I just want to see what happens.”
“You’re sick.” Shadow sighed.
After much debating back and fourth, the PMCers had come to an agreement.
“So how does this work?” Chaos shouted to nothing.
“AH, SO YOU’VE DECIDED TO LET HIM GO, EH? MY SECRETARY WILL BE WITH YOU SHORTLY.”
Everyone stood away from Trot, except for Shadow who was trying to get to him, but Chaos held her back.
“This isn’t right!” She screamed. “It’s not him!”
Everyone fell silent as the secretary approached the chair with a covered tray in her grasp.
She presented it to Trot and untied his hands.
“Take it.” She encouraged him with a soft and sweet tone.
He eyed her awkwardly, took the platter, and uncovered it. There was a simple vile filled with some ugly dark liquid.
“Can’t I just, y’know— go home?” Trot whined as he looked down the vile.
The secretary smiled her sweet little disgusting smile. “No, dear. The game doesn’t work like that.”
“Oh, so you encourage suicide then? Lovely. I have my regrets. I will not be leaving a nice review on your ad.”
“These are not my rules, I’m just a secretary.”
Trot sighed. He took the vile in his hands. Shadow cried out again. He paused.
He smiled sweetly at her. “Don’t worry about me, just get out of here as fast as you can.”
Just before he took the vile a dart flew across the room, past the group of friends, past the secretary and embedded itself in Trot’s neck. He tried ripping it out but all he could manage was one terrified glance at a cloaked figure before falling limp and lifeless in the chair. The group whirled around. The cloaked figure stood quiet- still holding up one arm with an aimed dart gun.
“Oh—Who are you!” Greief shrieked as everyone else was too shocked.
The figure pulled off their cloak.
It was Tzyber.
Members included in this series:
Tzyber
BlueBoyBuilds
Afap
blackconverses
TheCrypteral
TheGlitchedRobin
ShadowOnTheLoose
EnderHasVanished
WhisperOfTheWild
Greief
I’ll find the typos later
Thank you for reading!
Its been too long. I sorry. Stuff happened…. BUT IM BACK :D
If you had walked, or rather- run- into the dining hall at that very moment just, as Afap and Shadow had, your eyes would have been entertained by quite the terrifying spectacle. At the very head of the room in front of the massive fireplace, there was a mortified Chaos with his entire left arm ignited in flames. A panicking Trot was screaming mostly gibberish and trying to apologize but Chaos wasn’t having it. Next to them sat a half yelling, half laughing Greief bent over trembling in a chair.
Trot was doing his best not make it look like a crime scene. He grabbed a cloth napkin and wet it with what he thought was water- it was not water. So not only did it look more like he was trying to suffocate Chaos, the whole thing went up in flames and now there were little fire patches on the carpet.
“OH-“ Trot yelped and moved in strange contortions to pat out the fumes.
“What are you doing- AH- IS THERE NOT WATER?! WHY IS THERE ALCOHOL? WE ARE MINORS!”
“I don’t know!”
“You’re telling me the place you rented is offering HARD BEVERAGES TO MINORS! AHhH, GREIEF, GET ME SOME AQUA PURA!”
-PAUSE-
Allow me to draw this out for you:
So Chaos, Trot, and Greief had remained behind in the dining hall since they agreed it was the safest place. Under the impression that Blue was one of the unfaithful, the trio figured if either of them were the other killer, the said killer wouldn’t have the might to do the deed with a witness.
So Greief set to munching on a chicken leg in the corner while Trot and Chaos entertained themselves by admiring the details of the woodwork and paintings. It was when Chaos stopped to appreciate a couple swords hanging over the fireplace when- chaos- began.
Trot happened to also be on that side of the room. He was observing a strange painting of a man holding a small dagger. It was an odd painting. The man looked sunken and sad, as if he knew your fate- and it wasn’t a good one. Trot stepped closer. The angle of the dagger was odd- it was exactly vertical in the man’s hand. That’s when Trot saw it- a shadow on the painting.
If you know anything about paintings, you would know they are flat- completely smooth on either canvas or wood- they do not make shadows within themselves. This propelled curiosity inside Trot. He reached out and stroked the canvas. A sliced part of it peeled away. He was met with a menacing pair of eyes which were watching him from a darkness on the other side. One of the eyes glowed a pinkish color in the black. He half yelped in surprise and darted to Chaos.
“There’s— there’s-“ he stuttered.
“What- huh?”
“EYES!”
“You aren’t making sense-.”
Trot grabbed Chaos’s arm, spun him to face the picture, and aimed a finger at the painting.
“THERE!”
As he did, something small, metallic and sharp flew from the peeled section of canvas. Only Trot saw the blade coming, so he shoved himself and Chaos out of the way- into the fireplace. Trot, of course, was unscathed, but Chaos screamed like no one had ever heard before. It shocked the whole house. Everyone heard it. How could they not hear it?
And so, Greief sat witnessing the ordeal of a flailing, fire cloaked, Chaos, and a panicking, fire extinguishing, Trot who was also swearing under his breath.
That’s when Afap and Shadow burst into the room.
———
“What’s your alibi, Trotelot, the ‘friendly’ arsonist?” Afap asked menacingly.
Trot, bound by his arms and legs in a chair, sat accused on the attempted murder of TheCrypteral, Chaos.
“I saw a pair of freakish eyes from that stupid painting by the fireplace. You can go find the peep-hole, I swear, it’s torn right where the dagger is. Someone was watching-“
“A dagger?!”
“No! Not on me! In the painting!”
“This is awfully concerning, mate.”
After the group sent Afap to observe the painting, he reported back that there was no such tear to be found.
“WHAT!” Trot tried hopping around in his chair. “There was a tear, I saw the eyes! It frightened me and I ran to Chaos. Then there was a knife-“
“The dagger!” Afap interrupted. “The dagger you mentioned!”
“NO! It was more like a throwing star… I saw it and tried to get out of the way- and then Chaos was there—”
“And you set my arm on fire and now I have SECOND DEGREE BURN, thank you very much!” Chaos blurted from his spot in the corner where he was rubbing ointment on his arm.
“I’m sorry, ok! I was trying to save you!”
“Sounds like something a murderer would say…” Greief chimed in. “Well it all makes sense! You wanted to team up and ‘accidentally’ kill one of us in front of the other so that you could cover up and be clear for the rest of the night! It’s got to be Trot. Vote him out- err, whatever we do to eliminate people-“
Trot reeled in his chair- or tried to, “That is so dumb, I would never kill anyone in front of another person!”
“But you would kill someone!” Afap put hand on the chair and balanced it on its back legs while staring into Trot’s soul.
‘You know what I think?’ Trot leaned up to Afap’s face and whispered, ‘I think it’s YOU-‘
Afap smirked, ‘Oh yeah? Blame me, go ahead, but I’m not the one who burns things or PEOPLE for fun.’
‘Ugh, no, just, no. My point is, i know it’s you! Here’s why-‘
“No, no, wait wait, we don’t have sufficient evidence.” Shadow abruptly entered the argument.
Trot made grateful hand motions in her direction and mouthed ‘thank you’, while Afap released the chair with unnecessary roughness and flipped him over. ”Now he’s trying to convince me I’m the murderer, HA!”
Chaos stood and stiffened.
“Is this enough ‘sufficient’ evidence, Shadow?!” He held up his arm and winced.
“It was an accident!” Shadow cried.
“How do you know! You weren’t there. You can’t defend him just because he’s your friend. If he’s a murderer- he isn’t going to stop until the rest of us are dead, we can’t take chances here.”
“But what if he’s innocent? Then you’d be sentencing your own teammate!”
“No teammate of mine turns on me.”
A large crackling BOOM sounded again as Rod came to life.
“HAVE YOU MADE A DECISION? WHAT WILL IT BE? WILL YOU SENTENCE THE YOUNG LAD OR CARRY ON WITH HIGHER RISK OF PERISHING?”
“Oh! Look who returned from the dead.” Afap exclaimed.
“UH, NOT DEAD. NEVER DIED- WHAT- ANYWAY, COME TO AN AGREEMENT OR BE FORCED TO MOVE ON.”
The group hastened into a circle.
“Let’s just move on.” Offered Shadow.
“No, no, I think it’s him.” Greief argued.
“You think everyone is the murderer!” She objected.
Chaos shook his head. “Shadow- I don’t want anyone else to suffer, we must take him out. If we are wrong, I take blame, but I just can’t take risks.”
“I agree with Chaos, we can’t take risks and he’s hurt pretty badly. Besides, Trot is just crazy at this point, accusing me out of no where. Pfft.” Afap reputed.
“I just want to see someone die.”
The group turned to Robin who appeared from a nearby hall.
“What? I’m not the murderer, I just want to see what happens.”
“You’re sick.” Shadow sighed.
After much debating back and fourth, the PMCers had come to an agreement.
“So how does this work?” Chaos shouted to nothing.
“AH, SO YOU’VE DECIDED TO LET HIM GO, EH? MY SECRETARY WILL BE WITH YOU SHORTLY.”
Everyone stood away from Trot, except for Shadow who was trying to get to him, but Chaos held her back.
“This isn’t right!” She screamed. “It’s not him!”
Everyone fell silent as the secretary approached the chair with a covered tray in her grasp.
She presented it to Trot and untied his hands.
“Take it.” She encouraged him with a soft and sweet tone.
He eyed her awkwardly, took the platter, and uncovered it. There was a simple vile filled with some ugly dark liquid.
“Can’t I just, y’know— go home?” Trot whined as he looked down the vile.
The secretary smiled her sweet little disgusting smile. “No, dear. The game doesn’t work like that.”
“Oh, so you encourage suicide then? Lovely. I have my regrets. I will not be leaving a nice review on your ad.”
“These are not my rules, I’m just a secretary.”
Trot sighed. He took the vile in his hands. Shadow cried out again. He paused.
He smiled sweetly at her. “Don’t worry about me, just get out of here as fast as you can.”
Just before he took the vile a dart flew across the room, past the group of friends, past the secretary and embedded itself in Trot’s neck. He tried ripping it out but all he could manage was one terrified glance at a cloaked figure before falling limp and lifeless in the chair. The group whirled around. The cloaked figure stood quiet- still holding up one arm with an aimed dart gun.
“Oh—Who are you!” Greief shrieked as everyone else was too shocked.
The figure pulled off their cloak.
It was Tzyber.
Members included in this series:
Tzyber
BlueBoyBuilds
Afap
blackconverses
TheCrypteral
TheGlitchedRobin
ShadowOnTheLoose
EnderHasVanished
WhisperOfTheWild
Greief
I’ll find the typos later
Thank you for reading!
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wow
why did trot have to dieeeee whyyyy
-is knocked out by alcohol overdose-
doesn't expect that their party may wind them up dead...
Will they all live to tell the tale, or will they
all perish in the manor?
Hope you like it :D