I know, I know. Before ya'll go reviewing and ripping me for starting yet another story, when I've got other stories to finish, I just want to say that this is an idea I've had for a while now, and thought I could give it a shot of writing. I will finish Messed Up one day, because I've got a pretty good idea of how I'd like that to end, and also some good storylines and plot ideas to go in it.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this new story. Despite my previous stories being set in California, this story is set in Florida, only because of a small little Easter Egg or cameo thing I thought would be cool, and also the year in this story is 2017. So, give me a review for what you think, and also I just want to say in this story, there is NO pairings, I ship them all but this story is a little different. They're instead all best friends.

CHAPTER ONE

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11am - Saturday

The sun was beating down over Crystal Cove, and families were out in force today, some here for the lifeguard try-outs, others here to simply enjoy the weather. He took a swig of water from his bottle, took his sunglasses off and tossed them on his towel, then stood up, looking around at his surroundings. Kids had dragged there inflatables and body-boards over to the water, while surfers rode the waves to the shore; dogs chased Frisbees across the stretch of sand and pretty females sunbathed in bikinis. He watched as Mitch, the Lieutenant here at Emerald Bay, squatted down to talk to some small kid who was scooping sand into a bucket.

He heard a buzzing sound above, and saw a drone flying fairly low, controlled by a dude called Ronnie, who was stood with his friend Dave, not looking at the drone but instead across the sands. He followed his stare, to see CJ waving at someone in the sea, and then turning and starting to run towards the guys. The drone bobbed lower, nearly giving him a quick trim of the top of his shaggy hair.

"Yo, Ronnie, watch it dude!"

"Oh, sorry, Shaggy." Dave shouted, nudging his friend who was still staring at CJ, who was seemingly running in slow motion.

Bending down, he tied the strap of his surfboard to his ankle and picked the board up which had been lying next to him, and he made his way towards the glistening ocean. The waves had been really bad earlier, but now they seemed okay. Fortunately, the wind had slowed down. Some dude who had been water-skiing earlier had been lifted into the air by the wind, coming down and cracking his head on the rocks. It was quite often that these and similar accidents happened, but with Mitch around, many of them were not fatal. He saw another female, brunette surfer exiting the water, board under her arm.

"Summer." He called, smiling. Him and Summer had met due to their love of surfing. She had given him some tips on the best wave to surf, and at which point to stand up, balancing techniques and other stuff. Aside from that, they went out for drinks often, but nothing had ever came about relationship – wise. Not that Shaggy wanted them to get together, just, they were good friends.

"Shaggy, hey! Waves are good today." She grinned, looking back towards the sea, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Yeah, I've been out this morning. Hey, you trying out today?"

"Yeah. Yes, I am. I am so nervous and excited, honestly I couldn't sleep last night. Fingers crossed."

"Dude, you have literally nothing to worry about. There's no way that they'll pick someone other than you." The growl of a motorbike engine came to a stop behind them, and they turned to look as the rider climbed off his bike.

"Awh, thanks. Anyway, I'll catch you later. Are you watching?"

"I will, if I don't get called to a case. But, yeah, good luck, anyway." They hugged, Summer waved him goodbye, and they parted ways, Shaggy heading towards the water. He came to the sea edge, the water just reaching his toes. He remembered when he started surfing, about a year ago now. He had no idea why, it was one of those things where you wake up one morning, tell yourself you're going to do something, and do it. He had taken a few classes first by professionals, and now he had been surfing independently for 9 months. It just made him feel not only happy, but exhilarating, and at peace at the same time.

He ran out until he was knee deep in the water, before lunging himself onto the board. He paddled out a way, bumping over the waves that weren't possible to surf, and when one large one started to crest, he dived under like a seal, returning to the surface just after the wave crashed over his body. Another large wave approached, and instead, this time he flew over it, his board nearly leaving the water. Finally, the sea quietened down, returning to peacefulness once again. He straddled his board, scanning the horizon for any good incoming waves. Ha, I remember when I told the gang about surfing. They'd laughed, told me I wasn't a surfer. But, well, I proved them wrong. Plus, after the first time they came to watch me, Daphne had found a new hobby in people watching.

He saw a wave coming towards him, and he swung his legs back onto the board, but so he was facing the beach now. He paddled away from it, and as the board started to tilt, he slowly stood up, knees bent. He flicked his board up so the front touched the top of the wave, and then came down again, a little bit faster. He turned his board, so he was now travelling sideways, trimming the face of the wave. That was another thing he loved about surfing, the adrenaline, the wind whipping his hair behind him as he rode the wave all the way back to the beach. As the wave started to die down, he knelt back onto the board, then laying down on his stomach, let the wave carry him back to shore. As he approached, he saw some sort of commotion by the tower, with a lot of people gathered in a circle. Normally, he let the lifeguards to themselves when they were tending to an accident, but people were laughing, so he decided to investigate. Being quite tall, he could look over people's shoulders, and he had to choke back a laugh as he saw Ronnie stood behind a deck chair, his penis trapped in the slats, and with Mitch and CJ on either side.

"Oh, Jesus Christ, Ronnie." He murmured under his breath, letting out a small chuckle, and then heading away towards the locker rooms, grabbing his towel and water en-route.

He passed the motorcycle he'd heard earlier. Just as he entered the male changing rooms, his eyes swept over the missing persons posters which were pinned to windows, palm trees and benches, "HAVE YOU SEEN KIERA?" printed in bold over them, with her picture below. Without lifting them up, he knew that under this poster, there was another with "HAVE YOU SEEN ROCHELLE?" and under that, well, the posters before that had been taken down, but there would have been posters for Clara, Mika, Katie, Tiffany, and Poppy. You see, Crystal Cove may seem safe. A place of little crime, a safe haven, some say. Mitch defended the beach, Ellerbee and his squad focused on the town itself, and then Mystery Incorporated dealt with the petty crimes. But this, this was something none of them could handle. Girls had been going missing, and later turning up dead 3 weeks later. Twenty-one weeks. Four, nearly five months of this. Kiera, the latest girl who was still missing, was 19. The youngest, Katie, was 7. The FBI had been in Crystal Cove for 4 months now. Their search so far had been fruitless. DNA had been non-existent, no pattern between the girls he kidnapped, no signs the girls knew their abductor. This guy was clever. Too clever.

Shaggy opened his locker, took his beach shoes off and put his sandals on. Stuffing everything in his backpack, he checked his phone to see he had two new messages from Velma.

Sorry to ruin your day, but we have a case.

Following this, was another message.

also,ur on coffee run

This one ended with a plain, sarcastic looking smiley emoji. Velma never used emojis, and was always grammatically correct in her messages, always being pretty OCD about spacing and capital letters, so he could tell that Daphne had taken her phone, and sent this one. He smiled, shut his locker, high-fived some surfer dudes who complimented him on his surfing this morning, and left the changing rooms.

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12:30 – Saturday

"It's been two weeks since nineteen year old Keira Wiley disappeared from her home in Coolsville, and the investigation into her case has been fruitless. Police are appealing for any witnesses or persons who may have any information in regards to her whereabouts to contact their nearest station. We remind viewers to remain vigilant, following on from the discovery of twenty one year old, Rochelle Adams body last week. Is this the work of a serial killer? Our spokeswoman, Zoe Lout, is speaking with Special Agent-" the TV flicked off, and Daphne Blake tossed the remote onto the wooden table.

"Those poor girls. God knows what's happening to them…" she sighed, turning to Fred. "Rochelle was the sixth body found, why the hell aren't the FBI doing anything?" Rochelle had actually been Daphne's best friend in 5th Grade, so her disappearance and subsequent murder had really shocked Daphne.

"Whoever is doing this is just so smart and evasive that even the FBI are having difficulty tracking him down."

"I know, but surely they must have some lead? A profile at least? How long is this gonna go on for? Keira will turn up dead, then another girl will go missing, and then they'll turn up dead and it's just gonna be this never – ending cycle for the next few years." She whispered, resting her head on Fred's shoulder.

"Daph, the FBI will catch him. I'm sure they will."

"Well, they need to hurry up. The whole town is on edge, no one feels safe anymore, Fred."

"Daph, as long as you're with me, nothing is ever gonna happen to you. I promise." Fred said, as Daphne snuggled in tighter to him, pulling his large hoodie over her knees.

"Hey, I'm sorry to break up this romantic moment between you two, but we're ready for the briefing." Velma announced, as she walked into the main room of the Mystery Inc. Headquarters, coffee in one hand and some pieces of paper in the other. Following her were Shaggy and Scooby, Shaggy with a tray of hot beverages in his hands. Fred and Daphne scooted apart quickly, blushing.

"Romantic? Pfft." Fred chuckled, nervously, and Velma and Shaggy laughed. Shaggy took his latte out and placed it on the table, and then handed Daphne hers.

"Here's your triple shot, single pump sugar free vanilla, soy milk, extra hot but not too hot, grande latte, Blake." He said, with a smirk on his face.

"Oh, fuck you, Rogers." She smirked back, punching him on the arm, but taking hers and Fred's coffee. Fred grinned at his best friend, and then looked at Daphne.

"And look at the name this time!" he stuttered with laugher.

He pointed to the name scrawled on the cup in pink pen: Dafknee. Fred laughed, and the boys high fived each other.

"What? That has got to be joke? Did you tell them to write it like that?!" she cried, joining in with the boys who were creasing with laughter. Velma cleared her throat to try and grab their attention, and the three took a deep breath and settled down.

"So, now that we've calmed down. I received a call this morning from an Richard Liqer, he –" both Shaggy and Fred snorted and burst into laughter again.

"What?"

"Richard Liqer?" Shaggy spat out through laughter.

"Di-Dick Liqer?" Fred laughed, bending over, gasping for breath.

"You guys are so immature. Seriously, stop laughing," The boys dried their eyes, and took a sip of their coffees. "Thank you. Anyway, as I was saying. Richard called me this morning to say he's been terrorised by what he thinks is some sort of large pig monster that stalks around his marina, scaring away visitors. He wants us to take a look around, and see if we can lend our assistance." She opened the light blue file she had been holding, and placed some pictures on the table, which each member of the gang picked up. Recently, the gang had been receiving some bogus calls, so when they answered calls about potential cases, they had to ask for evidence, either by picture or video format.

The pictures weren't the clearest, due to the enlargement, and they could only just make out the shape of some sort of fat, tall figure with a pigs head, wearing dungarees, but this thing looked pretty real. Well, as real as someone in a rubber suit could pull off.

"Wow. This dude obviously uses a Samsung." Shaggy said to himself, and Fred grinned. "But, seriously, I swear I've seen these pictures somewhere before."

"Really?" Fred turned to him, looking over at Shaggy's picture.

"Yeah, but I don't know where…"

"Probably in your mom's baby album of you." Shaggy grinned, and then smacked Fred over the head.

"Velms, are you sure this is safe? I mean, solving these cases in Florida, with this serial killer on the loose. We don't want to get caught in some trap and get kidnapped by him. I mean, in case you hadn't been following, Kiera has been missing for two weeks now, a week before she turns up, another girl will go missing. Whoever this is will be on the hunt." Daphne stated.

"Daph, nothing will-"

"No, Fred. I'm serious. Should we be accepting cases while this person is even out there?"

"Daphne. We can't put our lives and jobs on hold while this person is out there. I know you're scared, I am too, but as long as we stick together during this case, nothing will happen to us. Ok?" Velma said, reaching across to put her hand on top of Daphne's. Daphne nodded, and squeezed her friend's hand.

"Plus, hopefully, we'll only be away for this weekend, as it's only in Fort Lauderdale. I suggest you pack for the week though, just in case. We leave in one hour."

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15:00 – Saturday

The gang had arrived at the marina in Fort Lauderdale, to be greeted by a young, fresh faced looking woman with a slight Texan accent. The girls were looking pretty shaken up on the other hand. Shaggy had told Fred about Ronnie's awkward hard-on, and Fred had nearly crashed the van due to laughter. The gang approached the lady, who looked to be in her late 20's. She had long, sandy blonde hair tied in a braid, clear, tanned skin and green eyes. She was wearing a sleeveless top and blue denim shorts with flip flops.

"Well, hey. Ya'll must be Mystery Incorporated. I'm Daisy. You must be here about the," she leant forward and whispered "the pig?"

"Yes, we are. I'm Fred, this is Daphne, Velma, Shaggy and Scooby Doo." Fred introduced everyone to Daisy, and she bent to pat Scooby on his head. In return he licked her hand, and the gang knew instantly that they could trust Daisy.

"I heard he could talk? Is that true?"

"Reah!" Scooby barked, and Daisy laughed.

"So, Daisy. Is Richard you're father?" Velma asked.

"No, Rich is my cousin. He's probably out fishing at the moment, actually. He always has a knack of disappearing, when I need him most. He was the one who rang you this morning about the-" she leant in to whisper again, "the pig."

"Why are you whispering?" Shaggy asker her.

"I'm sorry. Richard is…he's a bit crazy. Personally, I nor anyone else has seen this monster that he claims is just walking around this marina. He's been known to have hallucinations, and I think this is one of them."

"So, this could potentially be a hoax?" Velma inquired, folding her arms.

"I…I don't know. I'm sorry. I mean, maybe it is true, but, he called you here to help. But, honestly, I'd appreciate the help. Even if this does turn out to be one of his hallucinations, you could as least alleviate his worries or something, right?" Daisy watched as both Shaggy and Daphne walked back to the Mystery Machine. Fred turned to see what they were doing, and Daphne put one finger up, gesturing 'one minute'.

"We can try, Daisy." Velma said, tentatively reaching out for Daisy's hand, who took it.

Shaggy unlocked the van and opened up both back doors, climbing in, having to bend slightly due to his height.

"I thought I recognised those photos, but I wasn't sure. But, now that Daisy just confirmed this pig thing could be a hallucination or a fake or whatever, I realised…" He took the pictures from earlier out of the folder, and handed one to Daphne. He then took his phone from out his pocket, and started typing something into it. Daphne felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand, and she turned around. It felt as if someone was watching her. She'd had that feeling so many times before, and knew when to tell if it was a genuine feeling or paranoia.

He flattened himself against the wall, so he couldn't be seen when she turned to look. Breathing heavily, he stifled back a phlegmy cough. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and he used his sleeve to wipe it. Turning round to watch the girl again, he inhaled deeply. He could smell her from here.

No one was there. She turned back to Shaggy, who held his phone out to her.

"Here. Those photos that this guy sent Velma. They were on the internet."

"Maybe Richard uploaded them to Facebook? I mean, the internet is forever."

"Wait. Click the link at the bottom." Daphne did so, and it sent her to a webpage titled 'BuzzFeed Top 20 Weirdest and Scariest Urban Myths and Legends'.

"Ok, that's weird," she scrolled down until she found the exact picture that Edward provided. "Woah…" Below the picture was a small credit, David Hermon 2005. "Well, that explains the fuzziness of the picture." Her neck hairs raised again, and she turned around again, to see if someone was watching her. Again, there was no one.

"So, if these are fakes, why is Edward hallucinating this thing?"

"I don't know. I mean, maybe he saw them, and they're ingrained in his head now? Or, like Daisy said, could just be a hoax. Trying to just waste our time?" They both heard some sort of shuffle behind them, but no one was there.

"Shaggy, can we go back now?" Daphne asked, feeling more paranoid than ever now.

"Sure." He replied, taking one final look at where the noise had come from.

God, she smelled nice. Flowers. Maybe, a rose? Or lavender? Oh, what did it matter? It was nice. He tried coughing back some more phlegm, but this was too thick, he had to spit. Damn smokers cough. He turned to look at her again, the boy had shut the van doors and they were walking back towards Daisy. Her red hair was flowing behind her. Maybe he'd have to cut and take some when the time came.

Daphne put her hand on Fred's shoulder and squeezed it. Daisy had just finished talking about Edward to Fred and Velma, and she gave one final glance over her shoulder.

"You okay, Daph?" Fred asked, turning to see what Daphne was looking at.

"Yeah."

"Anyway, I'll show you to ya'll rooms." Daisy announced, as she picked up a nearby case and swung a backpack over her shoulders. She pointed out the various buildings that were dotted around the site; the toilets, shower block, dining hall, rec room and finally the dorms.

"So we have various types of accommodation. Tents, single sex dorms and lodges. Ya'll can stay in the lodge, is that ok?" Daisy asked.

"Yes, that's fine." Velma responded, as the gang walked up a ramp towards a wooden door. She opened it, and the gang entered. Despite its rustic outer appearance, the lodge was surprisingly modern on the inside.

"We're trying to set up an activity centre here for kids. We just invested in the renovation of the dorms so…"

"It's really nice, Daisy." Daphne said, as she flung her case on the small, fabric sofa. The floors were covered in a cream carpet, and there was a hallway leading into the bedrooms and bathroom.

"So it's two bedrooms and the sofa is a pull - out, there's only one bathroom but unlimited hot water, and there's free Wi-Fi." Daisy explained, as the gang explored the place they would be staying in for a few days. The bedrooms were tiny, but there was a small wardrobe, mirror, and two single beds in each.

"Hey, Fred, it's like those caravans we stayed in when we solved that case in Wales." Daphne called out, from inside one of the bedrooms. The beds were a metal frame, however the mattresses were really comfy. Fred flung himself on one, and Scooby did the same on another bunk.

"Anyway, I'll leave ya'll to unpack, have a look around. The path just ahead up there," she pointed out the door, and Fred went to look, "that leads up to the beach. There's this surf hut up there, and a bar which serves really nice cocktails." Daphne and Velma both looked at each other.

"Well, if this thing is a hoax, that's where you'll find us!" Daphne laughed.

"Also, dinner is at five thirty, the dining hall is that main building we went past earlier."

"Brilliant, thanks Daisy. We'll let you know if we find anything. And, um, be careful." Fred said. Daisy looked back over at him, confused.

"Um, sure." She let herself out, shutting the door behind her.

"What was that about?" Shaggy asked him, as he stood staring at the door, rubbing the back of his neck.

"What? That? Nothing. Just, gotta be careful, right?" He replied, his ears going red, as he turned to unpack his case. Due to the thin walls of the lodge, the gang could speak to each other whilst in the different rooms. Shaggy told Fred and Velma about the pictures, and the gang agreed that this case must be some sort of hoax, but that they should stay anyway, to take a look around, and have a word with Richard, whenever he decided to show his face.

"Welp, you know what, I fancy checking out this cocktail bar." Daphne said, hopping up from her bed, after she finished unpacking her purple suitcase. "I haven't posted on Instagram for a while either. You coming Velms?" Velma nodded, and stood up from her bed as well, book in hand.

"We can have a scout down at the beach as well, look for clues." Daphne smiled.

"Sure, whatever you say, hon." Both girls left the cabin leaving the boys and Scooby sat in the living room type area, where there was the pull-out sofa, a small TV and iPod docking station.

"So, Scoob, fancy checking out the dining hall?" Shaggy asked, standing up himself.

"Roh roy, reah!" Scooby jumped from his bed, bounding on over to Shaggy, who stood up, grabbing his phone as well.

"Guys, food isn't even being served yet." Fred protested, standing up, but the boys were already walking towards the door. Shaggy spun around.

"We're only gonna take a look." He said, putting his hands up in surrender. "You coming?"

Fred sighed, and followed the boys out towards the main building. It was painted cream, with a corrugated metal roof. He had to jog to catch up to Shaggy, but then slowed down when he saw Daisy stood by a grey beach jeep with another girl. Shaggy looked at what his friend was getting distracted at and had to hide a grin.

"Step." He said, and Fred turned to look at him.

"What?" he responded, but still tripped over the small step leading towards the dining hall. He gave a small, high pitched shriek, but managed to grab on to Shaggy's arm, nearly pulling him down as well. Daisy and her friend had jogged over to see what the commotion was, and giggled. Fred went bright red in the face, and tried to laugh his fall off.

"Heh, heh. Who, er, who put that step there?" He joked, and the girls laughed some more, before walking off. He didn't realise he was still clutching onto Shaggy's upper arm.

"Fred." Shaggy coughed.

"Oh, er, thanks, Shag. Have you been working out?" he patted Shaggy's arm, and Shaggy glanced at him, a mixture of concern and confusion.

"I mean, it's the swimming dude. I do a lot of it."

"Course you do." Fred smiled, exhaling heavily, and letting the blush die down. Scooby ran out of the dining hall, barking.

"Raggy, rheres rood!"

"What, no way!" The boys followed Scooby back into the main building, Fred turning one last time to see Daisy head into her bunk.

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17:15 – Saturday

The boys had got back to the lodge a while ago to find the girls still out. Shaggy and Scooby had managed to persuade the chefs to allow them some snacks, so they had sat in the dining hall for an hour or so eating and talking and laughing with some other guys who came to join them. Shaggy hopped in the shower when they got back, whilst Scooby went off to find the girls, who were most likely, having been at the bar for nearly two hours now, drunk. Shaggy had thrown on a navy blue hoodie and some jeans, whilst Fred had dressed into a crisp, ironed light blue polo shirt, with his buttons done up, smart beige trousers and white tennis shoes. As Shaggy sat on his bed, scrolling through Twitter, he couldn't help but watch his friend, who was brushing his hair with a comb in one hand, and spritzing some perfume over his body with the other.

"Hey, Pretty Ricky, we're only eating in a café."

"I know, but, I want to make good first impressions."

"First impressions? To who?" Shaggy laughed.

"It doesn't matter." Fred replied, standing up straight and tugging his polo down.

"Wow. You have a crush on her."

"What? Who?"

"You know who."

"Pfft. Daisy? No, no, I'm just…I – well…" Fred started to stutter, as Shaggy approached him.

"Oh, Fred. Aren't you a little too old for her?"

"Old? What? She's twenty-"

"Well, I mean you're dressed like a sixty year old suburban dad doing a shitty barbecue."

"I – well, I don't really know…" Shaggy was rooting through Fred's wardrobe, pulling out various items of clothing and hanging them back up. Finally, he settled on a white tee, light blue zip jacket and jeans, tossing them on the bed, and a pair of trainers landing with a thud on the floor.

"Haha, Shaggy, are you giving Fred fashion advice?" Shaggy turned around to see the girls wandering in, surprisingly not drunk.

"Daphne, have you seen this fella? Look at him. He's trying to impress Daisy." Fred turned to face Daphne, hands behind his back.

"Oh, Fred, hon. You poor thing. It's 2017 now, not 1970." She picked up the items Shaggy had thrown on the bed, inspecting them and raising her eyebrow.

"You did good." Shaggy walked back on over to his bed, Scooby following, who was now tired and hungry from the run to the bar. He grabbed his phone and water, and picked up the sunglasses from his bedside table.

"You know, since I ate earlier, I think I'm gonna skip dinner. You's go on ahead, I'm gonna take a look at this beach."

"Waves are good, Shag." Daphne said.

"You don't know nothin' about waves." He waved her off, smiling.

"I haven't posted on Instagram in a while either." He said, imitating her. She stuck her middle finger up at him as he left, Velma and Fred laughing. He made his way down the sandy path, the wind was light, and the sun was still high, but was casting an orangey glow over the sky. He climbed up a small sand dune, and when he reached the top, the sea greeted him. It was similar to Emerald Bay, except there was literally no one around. No surfers, no lifeguards, no families. To his right was the surf hut Daisy mentioned earlier, and to his left he could see the bar, a few hundred metres away. He made his way towards the sea, but not coming too close, as he didn't want to get his trainers wet. The sea was sparkling, as the sun reflected from it.

Fucking kids. The boy hadn't seen him yet, which was good. As long as he didn't come in here, he'd be ok. He lifted up the centre trophy from the shelf in the corner, and the large crates scraped across the floor, revealing a wooden hatch. He dug his fingers under the tiny hole he had made, and lifted it up, revealing a small hole, small enough that he could fit through. He placed his foot on the rung of the ladder, and felt another cough coming. The boy hadn't heard the scrapes, so he wouldn't hear this. He let out the phlegmy cough, and then descended the ladder, grabbing the hatch and closing it.

Shaggy heard a cough coming from the old surf shack behind him. Turning round to investigate, he walked towards it but didn't enter. There was no door to it, so the sun streamed in, and he saw no one was in there. Still, he entered warily, but as he confirmed to himself that the place was indeed empty, he relaxed. There were some old surfboards hanging on the walls, with pictures of presumably there owner, pinned to them. There was Daisy, pinned to the board nearest the roof, wearing a wetsuit and holding her board and a cocktail in the other, smiling. Below, on the next board, was another, this one a guy. He was pictured kneeling down, waxing his board. In the corner of the shack, there was a shelf full of trophies. He picked a small gold one up, reading Daisy Mallone, 2010, Florida Surf Championship Winner. Placing this back, he picked up a silver one, this was reading Daisy Mallone, 2005, Big Kahuna of Hanahuna Surfing Contest Runner Up.

Holy what? Daisy had been there when we were there. Scooby had won gold in that competition. Maybe she recognises us? Weird how she never mentioned anything.

Another, larger trophy in the centre of the shelf stood out to him. As he went to pick it up, however, he heard a scrape behind him, and Shaggy turned round quickly. No one was there. The trophy was a lever of sorts. The crate which had been in the corner a second ago, had moved a few feet towards the door. There was a wooden hatch in the floor.

"Woah," he muttered to himself, squatting down to check out the hatch. He saw a small hole in the door, so he pried his fingers in and lifted the hatch up, letting it rest on the crate which had just moved, revealing a hole. He saw a ladder leading deep underground. He took his phone from his pocket, switching on the torch, but he still couldn't see the bottom of the hole. Taking a deep breath, and glancing back at the entrance to the shack, he climbed on to the ladder, and lowered himself down, tucking his phone back in his pocket. As he climbed down, he heard a scraping sound and the door above slammed shut. The crate, he thought. He hammered on the door, but it wouldn't budge.

"Fuck. Well, no going back now." He whispered, and he climbed down even further. The ladder seemed to go on forever, and eventually he reached the bottom, his feet touching some sort of sandy floor. He flicked his torch on again, and turned to see a very long path, heading straight into darkness.

Fuck. He had followed him down hear. Stupid, meddling kid. What was he going to do? If he found his safe, then…oh, shit, the safe was open. He watched as the boy made his way down the tunnel, and he grabbed the baseball bat which he kept by the entrance just in case of emergencies like this.

"What is this place?" Shaggy started treading lightly, picking up his pace quicker as he felt shivers go down his spine. The tunnel seemed to be never-ending, until he saw a metal door. He approached it, and placed his hand on the handle. It was like a door that was used to get into bunkers. What is a door like this doing down here?

He pushed on the door, but it was stuck. He shoved his whole body weight against it, and the door opening slightly. He did this several times, before he managed to squeeze through a small gap he'd made. The room was exactly like a bunker. There was an unmade metal bed by the side, and a bookshelf in the corner of the room. There was a streaky mirror, with a safe just below, tucked into the wall. He noticed the safe was open slightly, and he walked towards it, flashing his torch around the room to make sure he was alone. He knelt down, and opened the safe fully.

Inside, was a small chest of sorts, and he took it out. Opening this up, he saw some polaroid's, and a sort of notebook. Taking the notebook first, he turned to the first page, but when he saw what was written, he dropped it.

Poppy Alexandra Oswert – 15

There was a strand of brown hair taped to the second page. Her school photo was taped on the first, where she was sat, beaming at the camera. Shaggy picked up the polaroids, and had to swallow down vomit. Holy – holy fuck no fuck what is this? The pictures were of the girls. The pictures showed them tied up and gagged. Some showed the girls lying dead on the floor. Not just Poppy, but Tiffany, Katie, Mika, Clara, Rochelle and Kiera. Shaggy dropped the pictures. He felt sick to his stomach. This-this is his place. I have to get out of here. He pulled out his phone, but there was no reception. Fuck fuck shit, jesus why did this happen to him? Was there even a way out of here?

As he stood up, he didn't have time to register or react to the man stood behind him with a raised baseball bat, as he was knocked out cold.

CHAPTER ONE

Sooo, yeah. I hope this chapter makes a good first impression. As you can probably tell, I don't surf, I don't really know how to write about surfing, but I hope this is an okay description, at least. And, I thought the Baywatch cameo thing was cool, but let me know what you all thought.

I know this chapter is super long, and we all love really long chapters, but I can't promise that the others will be this long as well.

Hopefully, next chapter will be up soon! I haven't started writing them yet, but I'm going to try write out at least up Chapter 3 – 4 before I post Chapter 2. Pleaseee, it would be appreciated if you could leave a review, let me know anything that could be done better or what you liked!

Love Classic-Author x