I was asked to make another story like my 'Good… or Bad?' story. Midnight Eclipse77 made a mystery story about the hamsters. You should check it out if you like this one.
CHAPTER ONE
"One of you did this," Hamtaro said, glaring at all the other hamsters, "One of you killed Maxwell."
"What says you didn't kill him?" Howdy questioned.
"It could have been me," Hamtaro answered, "But it wasn't. You may think I killed him, but I didn't."
"How do we know?" Stanley asked him.
"You don't," Hamtaro said simply.
"I think that whoever killed Maxwell realized that he was the smartest of us," Bijou said between sobs, "Now Maxwell can't get in the way of the killer."
"That's probably true," Oxnard shuddered, "What if I'm next?"
"Oooooooooh! I don't want to die!" Sandy wailed.
"What if I'm next?" Dexter asked, more to himself than to everyone else.
They all quarreled about it, each ham remembering the terrible scream of Maxwell and what he looked like after they had all ran over to the room he had been in. There had been Maxwell- dead on the floor with a machete sticking through the book Maxwell had been reading and through him; with a puddle of blood surrounding him. The hamsters had had a funeral, and nobody had gone into the despondent room Maxwell had died in.
"I'm going to go to the kitchen and make something to eat. Maybe something sweet will cheer everyone up," Bijou announced loud enough so that everyone could hear her.
Everyone agreed that that might make them happier, so Bijou set off to the kitchen.
All the hamsters started separating to try to keep their minds off Maxwell except for Pashmina, Penelope, and Sandy.
"Do you think everyone should travel in groups of two or three?" Pashmina asked nervously, "It might be safer that way. It would be pretty hard for the killer to kill hamsters in groups."
"You're right. Hey, I gotta go to the bathroom. I would rather no one came with me because, well… you know," Sandy told them. After she left, another murder was commited.
"Aaaaaaaaahhh!" came Bijou's horrified cry from the kitchen.
All the hamsters got up from where they were and ran to the kitchen. Bijou was in the oven. It was set to 900 degrees and she was boiling.
"Oquie! Oquie!" Penelope cried.