M.I.
Mystery Incorporated. A group of five paranormal investigators. Well, paranormal, as in people who dressed up as ghosts, ghouls and other not- so- scary monsters. None of it was real though, which was the disadvantage. Fred Jones, the 'headboy' of the group wanted to solve mysteries and crimes that involved real people causing havoc with a chainsaw, or a demonic presence that was a haunting a family or… or… a werewolf that was killing people in forests.
The rest of the gang didn't want to do that. Daphne got kidnapped by almost every monster they had faced. She didn't want to become the next victim of a psychotic killer! Velma, like Daphne, did not want to be killed by little possessed girls or the ghosts of murdered families. And, Shaggy and Scooby, well they just disliked monsters altogether. Shaggy especially hated the werewolf cases, as he was one himself.
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Sitting in the main room of the HQ, the gang were watching the television. Daphne and Fred were cuddled up to each other, Fred's arm draped around Daphne's shoulders. Velma was sitting by the phone, waiting for a mystery, and Shaggy and Scooby were on the floor, a bowl of Scooby Snax between them.
When the phone did ring, Velma picked it up in seconds.
"Hello… yes… yes, okay. Fred, it's for you." Fred reached over for the phone.
"Hello, Fred Jones speaking… okay, what's the problem?" There was a faint, panicked voice on the other side of the line.
"Well, I'm sorry, Chief Swan, but we're paranormal investigators, not park rangers. We can't help you." A loud voice shouted down the phone.
"Abnormally large wolves, you say? Now that's more like it. We'll investigate as soon as possible." Fred hung up the phone, and passed it back to Velma.
"Well, gang. Looks like we have another mystery on our hands!"
"A werewolf case, Fred?" Shaggy moaned.
"Not werewolves, Shaggy. Abnormally large wolves." He corrected.
"But there, like, the same thing."
"Where are we going now then?" Daphne asked.
"A small town called Forks. It's in Washington."
"Rashington R.C? (Washington D.C) Scooby asked.
"No, another Washington. The one closer to us. So it's not that far."
"Yeah, only about 1,200 miles. Not that far." Velma said sarcastically.
"We've travelled further."
Daphne stood up and looked at the clock.
"So, I guess we better start packing?" she shrugged.
"No shit." Shaggy stood up and walked off. Nowadays, he seemed to get in a bad mood whenever there was a werewolf case.
But this time, for the first time, this would be Shaggy's best mystery yet.