Dedicated to ChazzyLuver101SasukeLuverwho gave me the inspiration for this batch of alternate endings, if anyone has an idea for another alternate ending send it to me in a message and I'll try to post it on in a second chapter.
Who killed Chazz Princeton? Alternate endings
1
"I did" an obnoxious voice declares as the door to Jaden's dorm swings wide open revealing…
Chazz Princeton himself.
"Ch-chazz" stutters Jaden, everyone was wearing there busted expressions.
Chazz picks up a Photo/Card from the game mat and snorts "That's right it was suicide and with friends like you it's easy to see why"
He sweeps out of the room trench-coat flapping behind him leaving his so called friends mortified.
2
"I did it" admits a high pitched voice from outside "But you'll never catch…" sound of someone tripping up and trying valiantly not to fall flat on there face "Meeeeeeee ouch" sound of someone hitting the deck.
The duelists open the door to reveal a very harassed and disorientated Crowler eyeballs spinning, at the foot of the stair rail outside the dorms a discarded Sk8board Chazz's lay beside him, having obviously tripped over it while making his getaway.
"Mon due caught by the former actions of the deceased, how poetic justice can be hum Hastings?" laughs Bastion tweaking his fake Poirot moustache in an elegant manner.
"Don't you think your getting into this role playing thing a little too much?" asks a creeped out Jaden.
3
"You did it" acusses Bastion still role playing Sherlock Holmes "All the clues point towards you, so confess man, and take your punishment like a man"
"But I'm just a boy" protests Jaden, dumbly.
The real killer looked up and smiled wolfishly at their feebly attempts to uncover the truth, just how stupid were they? As if he would have left any evidence that connected him to Chazz's murder.
Pharaoh yawned and rolled over onto his side. It was pathetic in a way, but at the same time gratifying, flexing his claws he muses over his next victim.
The boy Jaden was goofy and didn't deserve any attention, the muscle bound one smelt terrible all the time, and the short one kept making a high pitched squeal everytime he used him as a scrating post which grated on his nerves, but the strange one however, the girl's brother was even more highly annoying and should be the next to die, thinks Pharaoh brightly, flexing his claws once more.
Tonight the shadows claim a new life, thinks Pharaoh, his former master the human who had fed him and worshipped him would have been pleased.