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"Hey, everybody. Just figured I'd send out an invite to a little get-together I had planned for a while for Halloween. There's going to be food and drinks, and I've got a karaoke machine set up for those brave enough to pick up the mic. You guys like karaoke... right?"
"Anyway, hope to see you here. Should be the night of, around 6-ish. Thanks for listening."
I scoffed and hit "STOP" on the recording, tossing my phone into my bed.
(Heads up! I wasn't able to get the drawing portion of this assignment together, which is meant to help visualize the characters. Hence the broken images you'll encounter. Otherwise, the story is mostly complete, aside from having a final overlook of all the text. I did what I could to account for lack of images, but otherwise, thank you for reading!)
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I stood and stared at myself in the mirror. Frankly I was slightly regretting setting this get-together up; there were more people than I prepared for, even if it was just 5 or so. Sky, our blue dog... thing, rather fortunately brought over some friend of his, armed with a soda dispenser.
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Or well I shouldn't say *armed*, Festin is essentially a walking bag of corn starch, aquamarine liquid swirling and bubbling within his translucent body as he stomped around and offered everyone drinks. Sky couldn't stop smiling, so I couldn't bring myself to kick them out for bringing in a complete stranger.
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Perma, our heavy lifting arctic fox with a lime coloring of their coat splattering their arms and face, was here to help as well, and begrudgingly let another of my friend's friends in despite whatever conflict the two of them have. I didn't catch their name, but they're dressed like they're luring in their date back home, shorts and a comfortably open turtleneak sweater. A big cat, just with less muscle and more pudgy orange fur.
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Lastly was Flint. You might call him a "little guy". Very anxious, but when he got more comfortable he was fun to be around. Despite Perma bringing beers for everybody, the most of them chose to drink with Festin instead... Everyone except Flint. Needless to say, he was already dizzy and it's only been 5 minutes.
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A knock at the door makes me jump from my recounting of things so far. It's a tough, woman's voice.
"Rein! Come on..."
"Sorry, sorry.*
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I creak open the door, stepping out and immediately meeting Perma's frame. Radiating her usual, icy aura.
"You don't have to apologize."
I motion to myself, fingers clicking. "I think it's fair."
"Hush. I get this is new for you." Perma rests a big clawed hand on my shoulder. It's cold, giving me a firm, reassuring squeeeze. "Just let me know if there's any way I can help."
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She brushes past me, and gently closes the door to the bathroom behind me. I nervously swallow, and step out into the living room.
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"Rein, quit fucking around. I'm smart enough to know robot's dont use bathrooms."
That's fair.
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It's my living room. Except it's full of people.
[[Big Dumbass]]
[[Other Big Dumbass]]
[[Someone..?]]
[[Little guy Flint]]
[[Gather Everyone for a Picture]] I wave to Sky. He shyly waves his massive paw back. I don't recall when we met, it must have been through Flint, who's also attending. He's a huge, 10 feet tall, ears brushing against the cieling, huge hanging limbs and blue all over. He looks most adjacent to a giant blue teddy bear. Despite being the biggest in the house, he's also the second quietest... at least until he starts to open up more. By then I think we'll all be slammed enough to dance with him and play his games.
"Good to see you, big guy."
"H-hey! Good to see you too!" He tries not to hide his face in his paws. "Thanks for... you know inviting me. It's not often someone lets me come by, especially for a party like this."
[[SKY: How are you?]]
[[SKY: Do you know everyone here?]]
[[SKY: What are you..?]]
[[Back to Living Room]] Cute, early 2010's esque cat in a big black coat, armed with a egg-shaped plastic head and an LCD screen. His "face" is armed with a goofy cat smile. The rest of them is a container for some bright aqua-blue liquid, bubbling and stirring within. From what I can guess he's full of Baja Blast. Just a guess, but while he may be full of soda, his head looks as empty as anyone's can get.
Festin stares.
[[FESTIN: So... Sky invited you?]]
[[FESTIN: What's on the menu?]]
[[FESTIN: What do you think of the party?]]
[[Back to Living Room]] She glares and folds her arms over her chest when I look at her. I... don't recall inviting them over, so I just assume it was someone else at the party. A big, bulky orange cat, with piercing yellow eyes and messy hair. She's dressed like she's either getting ready to be a thirst trap online or go to bed, but my best guess is both. At least she looks comfy in that sweater.
"What's up?"
[[BBS: Who are you?]]
[[BBS: Who invited you??]]
[[BBS: Does your back hurt???]]
[[Back to Living Room]] I swallow, clear my throat, and motion to everybody.
"Alright, everyone. Let's get a group photo?"
Everyone in the room gathers to me, Sky smiling and excited and Flint adjusting his sunglasses. Even the "Manager" looks excited, or at least as excited as I assume she can get.
I hold up my phone to us, getting everybody in frame as I get ready to take the photo.
"Smile," I murmur.
[[Take a photo!]] "Hi Rein! You look pretty today..."
"Oh, thank you." This little sweet tart is Flint. Small, harmless, anxious. Always anxious. It's a miracle he even came by this time, usually he avoids invites over like the plague. A social plague.
Which is fair, I guess. I'm not particularly exciting. He's wearing a hoodie and some big bulky sunglasses over his head,
[[FLINT: How are you?]]
[[FLINT: Are you drinking?]]
[[FLINT: Are those your eyebrows or sunglasses?]] "H-hueeh? Oh I'm doing lovely... How are you?" He leers down at me.
"Fine, I guess." I squeezed at my shoulder.
"I getchu, could always be better! Hope me being around can do that for you..." He smiles with a sticky addicting sweetness that only cats would provide. That and... whatever Sky is.
[[Big Dumbass]] "Ueeh... N-no, not really, besides Flint and Festin." If I recall, Flint is the little guy with sunglasses, and Festin is the living watercooler with the black hat.
"Well it's a good time to meet some new folks." I motion to the other attendees.
"I dunno, that big cat lady looks mean,..." He motions to this big orange feline, sipping from a plastic cup.
[[Big Dumbass]] "H-hueeh? What am I?
"Why are you asking me? All I know is that I'm big and soft and you should hug me! Please? Please?"
I tell him no thanks. He looks heartbroken, in a strangely literal way.
[[Big Dumbass]] Not a word is said, he just gives me a simple nod and smile.
[[Other Big Dumbass]] "What's that stuff floating around in your gut?"
He offers a cup full of what looks to be the same liquid. I tell him thanks, but no thanks.
Festin looks content.
[[Other Big Dumbass]] I wrap my arms around this giant teddy bear and squeeze him in a tight embrace. He whines and hugs back.
[[Bathroom]] I sigh.
"What do you think of the party, Festin..?" I say, half-heartedly.
His smile widens. Make of that what you will.
[[Other Big Dumbass]] "Figured some free snacks would do me good."
"Come again?" I ask, curiously.
"Oh, and I suppose... getting my social time in. Speaking of; what's your name again?"
"Rein."
"Awesome. I filled my quota. Thanks." She sips from a cup of Baja Blast and I stare dumbfounded. I failed to ask for her name and I barely noticed. Thankfully the tag on her shirt says...
Manager. It says manager and nothing else.
[[Someone..?]] "That big blue cat." She jabs a thumb at Sky. "Dude's like... a huge pushover."
"... Yeah."
"Hey, what's with the look?" She holds her head high, scoffing at my plain stare.
"I always thought of him as more of a huge <i>throw-over</i>."
She smiled a little at that.
[[Someone..?]] "... You ass."
[[Someone..?]] "Gosh, I'm doing great! N-nervous, of course... Most of these are new faces for me...
"What about you, Rein?"
"Good enough I suppose. Everyone besides you and Sky are stiff as boards."
"No kidding, and that big cat lady..." He swallows and gives me an anxious smile.
"She's scary..."
"She's... something alright. Scary isn't it, though."
"Really?? You're kidding!" Flint stares at me, flabberghasted.
"How's construction going?" I inquire.
"It's... going okay! Just taking a brief vacation." He nods convincingly.
"Vacation?"
He swallows. "Y-yup!"
"... Actually If I recall, you *quit* construction a while ago."
His eyes widen and he blushes. "I uh... w-well I work a different kind of construction now..."
I don't have the heart to press him anymore on this, so I don't.
[[Little guy Flint]] "Shhh, don't tell, but I took Sky's drink and replaced it with one of Festin's cups of whatever! He'll never tell the difference."
I'd doubt that but knowing Sky... "Wait, Sky drinks?" I inquire, surprised.
Flint nods rapidly.
[[Little guy Flint]] I didn't even get the chance to ask him and he's already glaring at me. For an anxious wreck, he can look really intense.
Also, reader, for your safety i'm going to clarify; those are sunglasses. Thank you.
[[Little guy Flint]] That's when the lights went out, a gasp behind me, and something crying out. I drop my phone in surprise, stumbling back into him.. or someone else?
"W-watch it!"
"Hands off, ass!"
"Sorry??"
I continue to fumble into tripping over what I assume were some clothes while backing up and falling into the floor with a fwump.
A lot of tumbling, bustling of bodies and stepping ensues, a heavy thud to my right, and the sound of my door opening ahead.
The lights come back on and Festin bounds into the doorway of my apartment from outside, smile fading as he looks in. Sky is left resting against against the wall and seated on my couch-side table, desk lamp just barely seated with him falling off the edge and clattering to the floor. He stares at the floor ahead of me and turns pale, frozen.
To the left of me, even the Manager's eyes widen.
[[Look]] It's Flint, face down on the floor, A bloodied knife in his back, and a spill of red across the floor.
My heart sank.,
"The fuck... Did you do this?" The manager glares at me from my left.
"N-no. She... " Sky clutches his belly, legs quaking. He hurries away down the hall, shoving past Perma, who glances in and immediately looks away.
I can only stare in shock, up until there's a crash to my left.
"What the *fuck* did you do...?" Perma growls, staring down the Manager as Perma pins her by her shoulders. Her claws dug into the Manager's sweater with an iron grip.
"I didn't do a thing you psycho." She replies, snarkily. "Don't let your biases get to-"
"Shut up. Shut. Up." She grit her teeth, grimace creeping into a grin of rage.
"Perma-" I speak, and immediately feel all my joints freeze when she turns her head at me, arms stiff and holding the Manager where she is.
"What happened, Rein?"
I swallow, trying to form any words under the pressurizing gaze of this arctic fox. Anything but "I don't know."
"The... lights went out, we all stumbled around, and now..."
Perma stares, expecting me to speak more, but I can barely say another word.
"Rein,"
She drops the Manager and walks towards me. I swallow as Perma pulls me up by my underarms, back to standing and blocking Flint from my view.
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"You need to find out who did this."
"P-perma-"
"I know it seems out of left field but you're the smartest of us to figure out what the hell happened. *Find some evidence* or *talk with people* or something."
"But-"
"Don't let anyone leave. You hear me?" She turns back to the remaining guests, the Manager, Festin, and Sky who's still in the bathroom.
"Nobody leaves until I find out who's responsible for this. Not Sky, not YOU, not Festin, not even Rein."
She lets me go.
"When you find out who did this, let me know in your *bedroom*."
[[Back to Crime Scene]] It's rather unfortunate.
[[Bathroom]]
[[Kitchen]]
[[Front Door]]
[[Bedroom]] The Manager leaned over the counter, arms around their chest and phone in one hand, scrolling by whatever and who gives one. She glances at me and grimaces,
"What do you want? You trying to get me arrested?"
[[INSP: The Manager]]
[[INSP: The Kitchen]] Festin stands awkwardly at the front door, his face lit up as I approach. He gives me his usual goofy smile despite the circumstance, offering a drink. I politely decline, again.
[[FESTIN: What were you doing outside?]]
[[INSP: Festin]]
[[INSP: Outside]] Perma greets me from my bed, giving me an icy look.
"Do you know who did it?"
[[I need more time!]]
[[Let's finish this.]]
Sky is here, on his knees, looking pale and not very happy anymore. He looks up at me when I walk in, swallowing and eyes widening. Despite being on his knees, he still fills the whole bathroom like a giant.
Good for him, the entire bathroom is spotless. I don't think I need to explain why. Though, there is this burnt odor lingering from somewhere...
[[INSP: SKY]]
[[INSP: The Bathroom]]
[[Hug Sky]]
[[Back to Crime Scene]] "I'm... n-no I'm not really."
It's one thing to get sick at a party, and another to get sick at a crime scene, but he's experiencing both right now so... "I imagine it's really overwhelming."
"Flint... Flint..." Sky burries his face in his paws.
[[Bathroom]] He croaks at the question, "No, and I couldn't have done anything, I was too... urp... drunk."
His eyes water and holding at his gut...
Sky coughs up several *plastic balls*, wet and sticky and bouncing all over the bathroom. There had to be at least 3 dozen of the multi-colored glossy orbs...
"...?" I want to inquire but Sky interrupts with a desperate, crashing smile.
"D-don't ask..." He gags and hacks.
[[Bathroom]]
[[INSP: The Balls]] It's Sky. Even when he's a quaking mess his bright colors and shine never falter. It's like his whole body was dipped in conditioner. He's wide awake, and anxious as hell.
There's nothing more to inspect. All he's wearing is his shirt. While I'd love to ask him to remove it for the sake of inspection, and considering it's his only article of clothing, I'd rather not see him naked.
"W-w-why are you looking at me like that..?" He whimpers, looking more sickly.
[[Bathroom]]
[[SKY: Are you okay?]]
[[SKY: Do you know what happened?]] It wouldn't be hard to find anything out of place, considering I never use this space, and it isn't long before I do.
A smoking gun... or a *hairdryer*, under the sink. Surprisingly this is mine, and to see it busted like this is unfortunate. Though, again, I rarely use it. From what I can guess it was fried from the outlet...
[[Bathroom]] Many plastic balls line the bathroom. I groan at the idea, but for the sake of knowledge I lick Sky's balls. He screams internally, but the evidence is valueble. It tastes like Baja Blast.
"Gross..."
[[INQ: The Balls]] "Sky, you said you've been drinking tonight, right?"
He nods, glancing about at the inquiry.
"But... I don't believe you have."
He sinks into the floor, looking scared. "B-b-but the... drink!"
"From what I can gather from your *balls*, you weren't drinking tonight, at least nothing alcoholic. You've been drinking Baja Blast."
He rises from his sitting postition, exclaiming and hitting his head on the ceiling; "NO WONDER -ouch, it tasted so good! But how do you know the Baja Blast *isn't* alcoholic?" He points down. I stare back at him blankly.
"I... don't taste any alcohol."
"You're kidding... so why do I feel drunk?"
"It's the *placebo effect*, you think you were drinking alcohol, so your behavior reflected that, you may have felt like you were drunk, but it was merely your own confidence in that drink."
"That's funky..." He chokes, "W-wait, does this mean?.."
I nod. "You're still a suspect."
He thumps his ass back on the floor, reality seeping back into him and making him anxious.
[[Bathroom]] She groans, emptying her pockets and sticking her thumbs into them.
It was hardly anything, maybe some pocket change, her wallet and phone, but notibly was some *anxiety medication* in a round, orange bottle. She glances away when I pick them up.
"It's for a friend..." She mumbles.
[[INQ: Anxiety Meds?]] Dishes fill the sink, and food lines the counters. Pumpkin pie, crackers and cheese and ham slices, whatever chips I could find. Most of it is uneaten besides what the Manager actively chews on while I watch. We meet eyes. She swallows. She stops.
[[Kitchen]] Inspecting the bottle, the perscription was for *Flint N. Steel*. It's Flint's medication.
"Why do you have this?" I ask, shaking the bottle.
"No reason..." She lies.
"Why?"
"None of your buisiness, bitch, now get out of my face before I kick you and your white fox's ass!" She bares her teeth, claws out and glaring down at me.
[[MGR: Say that to her face.]]
[[MGR: Be honest.]] She hisses angrily. Seems she isn't afraid of Perma at all.
[[MGR: Be honest.]] She growls, stepping around on her feet.
"Well since you fed me and I TRUST you won't tell anyone about this...
"You know *anxiety meds amplify the effects of alcohol*, did you know?"
I nod, "I recall hearing that from somewhere."
"Surprisingly people pay a pretty penny just to get fucking wasted with some anxiety meds. It's dangerous as shit but, what do I know..?"
"That's interesting... I appreciate you being honest with me."
"... Can I keep the meds then?"
"No, you may not." I stick the meds in my jacket pocket.
"Fffff..." She restrains herself from calling me any more explictives.
"As you asked, though, I'll keep this under wraps. Don't let this happen again."
"Whatever..." She picks up her other things and stuffs them back in her pockets, crossing her arms and looking away from me. She was obviously bothered, but thankfully doesn't seem to hate me anymore.
[[Kitchen?]] Examining him only gathers his gaze, where he turns about to face me despite me trying to look behind him. I have to hold his shoulders so he sits still.
Interestingly he has a hose as a tail, where he dispenses his drink and injects himself with cornstarch. More interestingly, something was stuck in his hose. I nearly mistook it for a cap, but upon further inspection, it's a *screwdriver*. My screwdriver. Why do people use my stuff without asking?
[[INQ: Screwdriver]] I really wish I could, but Perma said to stay inside. It would be easier going out there than asking Festin was he was doing outside... But I'll have to make do.
[[Front Door]] "What's this?" I ask, holding up Festin's tail so he can see.
Dead silence, just a gentle whirring. I sigh.
"Can you point to what you used this for?"
He nods, pointing outside... Somewhere I can't go.
"Details, Festin, details."
He spins a finger in the air and tugs his hand down. Guess we're playing sherades...
"For... the lights?"
He tilts his hand side to side. *"Sortof,"* both he and I wish he could say.
"Thank goodness I'm doing this and not Perma, she tends to have a short fuse..." I mumble to myself.
He points at me right as I finish my mumbling.
"Huh? Oh I was just saying Perma has a short fuse."
He points again, nodding right as I finish. Short fuse. Short fuse...
[[Timer?]]
[[Fusebox?]]
[[A bomb?]] He smiles and stares. This is going to be tough...
[[Front Door]] "A bomb?"
He gives me a thumbs up, then a thumbs down.
[[Fusebox?]]
[[Timer?]] "A Timer?"
He shook his head.
[[A bomb?]]
[[Fusebox?]] "*The fusebox.*" He gives me a thumbs up. Bingo.
[[Front Door]] "By the way..."
I look up at the Manager, curious. She's looking away.
"... Sorry for being a shitty guest. Hope you find out who did this."
... I nod.
[[Kitchen]] ...
We all gather in my bedroom, the Manager trying to resist glaring at Perma, Festin looking clueless, and Sky gently shuddering. I stood beside Perma at my bed, and she stood up, towering over (most) of us.
"So... Now that we're all here, Rein? Which of these guys did it?"
The Manager and Perma meet eyes, and the Manager glances at me pleadingly. Sky bites at his entire paw, wishing he was anywhere but here. Festin... is Festin, standing stiff and not understanding the implications of what's happening.
[[It was Manager]]
[[It was Perma]]
[[It was Me]]
[[It was Sky]]
[[It was Festin]]
[[It was Flint]] "Then what are you doing here?" She stops tapping her foot. "Go find out who did this."
[[Back to Crime Scene]] She opens her mouth, face twisting into a look of hopelessness, gazing into the floor like it's going to swallow her whole.
"I should have figured you'd say that..."
Perma grits her teeth. "YOU."
She starts stomping towards the Manager before I can interviene, claws revealed and looking ready to burst a vein. The Manager only glances up at me, before getting snatched by the collar in Perma's iron grip. I couldn't help but feel I made the wrong choice.
THE END? "Real funny" Perma remarks, staring down at me. "But actually pick someone."
"I made my choice."
Perma stares at me in complete disbelief.
"Where's your evidence?" She growls.
"In the bathroom, you used the hairdryer to blow a fuse-"
"Actual. Fucking. Evidence, REIN! This isn't some fucking game!!"
"And while the fuse was blown, you threw a knife in Flint's back, and hurried back into the bathroom amidst the shuffling." My explanation only makes her grit her teeth harder. The air felt freezing, and her glare made me regret everything I just said.
"Just a minute!"
Sky raised his paw, smacking it against the ceiling (ouch) with a heavy thud.
"Then whose scream was it in the bathroom, and how did they manage to put the hairdryer back under the sink so quickly with everything else going on, *in complete darkness*?"
I swallow. Thank god I'm wrong, but Perma looks ready to scatter my faceplate against the floor after saying all of that.
[[Try again.]] I can be scatterbrained, but my motherboard isn't rotting, reader. You're expecting a plot twist but really, I'm not the culprit here, and you know that.
[[Try again.]] "... Sky?" Perma muttered, glancing over at...
The gap between Festin and the Manager, who both looked at eachother confused.
"Son of a-" Perma raises her mitts, only for a heavy thud to interrupt, shaking the apartment. Another followed.
It sounded like it was coming from outside. I rushed over and tore open the blinds to be met with...
THE END??? He nods. Everyone stares at me in disbelief.
"He had access to the fusebox..." Sky glanced between him and me, smiling and shaking his head.
"Get serious. Who did it?" Perma presses.
[[Try again.]] "F-flint?" Sky squeaked.
"Rein, that doesn't make any sense." Perma stares down at me in disbelief.
"Tsk... It's really simple, really." I wrung my hands.
"Flint, if you don't know, is *incredibly anxious*, he almost didn't make it to the party today because it had him riddled with anxiety. The Manager pointed out, and I figured, this anxiety is bad enough that he went out of his way to get some *anxiety medication*. If you don't know, this amplifies the effects of alcohol." The Manager nods, curious and staring off into the distance, lost in thought.
"Then explain the lights going off!" Sky tugged at his ears.
"I'm getting there," I retort, "the lights went off because..."
[[EVD: Hairdryer vs Lights]]
[[EVD: Balls vs Lights]]
[[EVD: The Fusebox vs Lights]]
"... *Perma blew a fuse using my hairdryer.*" Perma swallows.
"That makes sense, but why was Festin outside?" Perma inquires.
[[FESTIN was fixing the fuses!]]
[[FESTIN was getting more for us to drink!]]
[[FESTIN is STUPID!]] "Sky's *balls* were wet, and caused the lights to go out."
Sky blushes tugging tighter on his ears and glancing at his peers, who all shook their heads.
"If this is some joke you aught to knock it off..." Perma prods at my shoulder.
"Didn't expect the big man to have them, congrats," the Manager remarks.
"ACTUALLY SHUT THE FUCK UP. DIE. GO TO HELL," Sky seethes, much to the Manager's amusement.
[[EVD: The Fusebox vs Lights]]
[[EVD: Hairdryer vs Lights]] "The fusebox blew a fuse!"
"Why?" Sky asks.
"Huh? I mean... I... well..."
Perma glances away, tapping her claw to her lip in crossed arms.
That was close, but I need better evidence. What caused the fusebox to blow?
[[EVD: Hairdryer vs Lights]]
[[EVD: Balls vs Lights]] "*Festin was fixing the fuses.* You'd know that if you noticed the lights came back on after he walked in, screwdriver in hand... er... tail."
"What a handyman!" Sky pats Festin on the head, he whirrs from the compliment...
"That doesn't explain the knife." Perma crosses her arms, giving me a glance.
"That's because..."
[[The knife isn't real!]]
[[It doesn't explain the knife you're right.]] Festin gives a thumbs up.
"He doesn't *look* any fuller." Sky comments, prodding at Festin's soft body.
"..." I try to pretend that wasn't my actual answer. Festin stares at me. Either he didn't care for the insult or didn't understand it, or I'm just bullshitting here and he's waiting for a real answer.
[[FESTIN was fixing the fuses!]]
[[FESTIN was getting more for us to drink!]] Everyone stares at me dumbfounded, until they hear a thud at the bedroom door.
[[Look!]] Everyone stares at me dumbfounded, until they hear a thud at the bedroom door.
[[Look!]] The manager opens the door.
"Hey you... hic... funny... guys... I thought the party was over!"
It's Flint, drunk off his ass but alive, his face dyed red and his shirt dripping... was that *wine*? Sky immediately leaps over Festin and tackles Flint before anyone can get a better look.
"Oh my gosh!! Flint!! You're awake! You're not dead! I was so scared!! Flint ooohhh...!!" Sky squeezes and hides Flint wholely from view, We can only hear his muffled noises and the pat of his mitts against Sky's body... and something else.
[[INSP: Knife Half]] Dropped from the collision with Sky... a plastic knife with fake blood plastered over it. Where the sharp end is meant to be is just a fabric loop, like something you loop to a belt...
"So the knife was fake...?" Perma muttered. We look at eachother. The Manager rolled her eyes."
"I... never inspected Flint-" I'm interrupted by a cheering Sky.
"Nobody did but that's okay because he's here look at himohImissedyousomuch!!" Sky holds Flint up high and spins him around, before keeping him high to the ceiling light for all to see, everyone looking up at the drunk little man, coated and dripping with wine and... looking a little sick.
"I have a headache..." he groans, before swallowing and his body lurching "H-HOOORRFFHH". He vomits all over the floor like a little dog. Sky's ecstatic grin faltering with an "ooh..."
To clarify, it wasn't plastic balls. It's real vomit, gross and discolored and soaking into the carpet. I groan upon realizing how much there is to clean now.
THE END
So who really was the culprit?
[[It was Manager]]
[[It was Perma]]
[[It was Me]]
[[It was Sky]]
[[It was Festin]]
[[It was Flint]]