This is the 2nd to last chapter.
Shifty, Pop, Cuddles, Russell, Handy, Disco Bear, Lumpy, and Skippy are dead or still incapacitated. The killer's dumping site has been found. And Cro-Marmot is in hot water.
Pheonix Reece, I'm just keeping it secret. Like Roswell, the Loch ness, or East Dakota.
Enjoy with caution my loyal audience.
Cro-Marmot sits in a steamy dark room, with only his reflection to accompany him. Water runs down the side, from the heat, but on the inside, if he could, he be sweating himself. Nutty bursts in, a candy cane hanging off his lip. He smirks and circles around the block of ice and flesh. "Aint crackin' are you? Well, we got ways of getting information out of you!" he taps gently on the ice with his finger. "Can you hear me? Your screwed. If we have to thaw you, the exposure of oxygen to your fur and skin might just be your undoing. Now if you tell us why you lied to us, we will let you free." Cro-Marmot stays resilient, of course, and Nutty slams the table with his fists. "You're a god damn smart bastard aren't you!" Nutty screams.
Flaky and Toothy watch Nutty flip out, and discuss what to do. "Nutty seems angry." Flaky squeaks from her chair.
"He's a candy seeking machine with clock batteries fueling him. Nutty's strung up and one cut will send him falling." Toothy coos quietly, sipping his coffee. "Cro's bound to be the one to send him down." Flaky stares at Toothy, demanding a better response. "He'll be fine. It's harmless stress."
Both turn and see Nutty attempting to beat Cro-Marmot in his ice prison with a chair. He was screaming "TALK TALK TALK! GOD DAMNIT! TALK TALK TALK!!!" Flaky turns back to Toothy. He sighs, and directs her outside. He goes up to the one-way mirror, and speaks into a microphone.
"Nutty, go blow off some steam, Flaky's taking over." Nutty glares daggers at the glass, kicks Cro, and hobbles off. Nutty enters and indignant as ever, he falls back into his seat.
"Stupid girls and their..." Nutty mumbles. Toothy slaps his and shoves an all-day sucker in Nutty's mouth. Toothy stares at him, and strikes up conversation.
"Have you ever jacked off in here?" Toothy ask. Nutty stares at him.
"Do you have an STD?" Nutty replies trying to counter him. Toothy furrows his brow, defeated.
"Touch'e." Toothy says stumped. Flaky walks in, a smile across her face.
"Well, Giggles convinced him to give us a red herring. She also convinced Shifty to kill himself, and killed Lifty. We also have proof Giggles gave him rabies." Flaky tweets happily. Nutty and Toothy glance at her then at each other.
"How did you do that?" asked Toothy.
"He just likes me!" Flaky said happily.
"That means Giggles is atleast a co-conspirator." Toothy points out. Nutty shakes his head in disagreement.
"If Cuddles became an arsonist, would you take the heat atleast once?" Nutty asks. Both nod.
"She could've been covering for You, Toothy, or Cuddles." He points out.
"What about Petunia?" Flaky asks timidly.
"If the bed is any place to make a determination of character, than Petunia's a pussy." Nutty says.
"She always needs saving, by her girlfriend, Giggles." Toothy says rolling his eyes. Nutty's ears stand at attention. He had a plan.
dum dada dum!
nextchapter, the psycho will be revealed.
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