Pandora Mansion
Chapter 3: Splash
Continuing from the last chapter, following Chili's death, the group learns that a murderer is planning to kill everyone. After searching the entire mansion, they plan for Skyla to fly on Unfezant to get help. However, an arrow kills Unfezant and Skyla dies soon after. Now, the remaining 21 people and their Pokémon are left with this startling conclusion…One of them is the murderer!
Who shall die next? You'll see soon enough…
I don't own Pokémon and the story Unova Mansion by Dark Amphithere inspired me. Thanks a lot dude.
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The remaining 42 assorted group of people and Pokémon were all in the dining room after dinner. No one had said anything during the meal, everyone keeping their eyes on their food or on the gathered group, suspicions filtering through their heads. They still sat there, the plates empty, as though they all waited for some unseen signal. Looker's eyes shifted amongst the people, thinking to himself. Blue's face was still, not revealing anything. Burgh's eyes kept flashing every which way, as were Bianca's, Fennel's, and Cheryl's, as though they all excepted to end up with slit throats. Iris was staring down at her plate, gripping Lyra's hand tightly as the brunette patted the girl's shoulder comfortingly. Silver was smoking, oblivious to the tension, as was Roxie, silently bobbing her head to whatever beat was playing in her headphones, a relaxed smile on her face.
Riley coughed, everyone's attention coming to rest on him. He stood up from his spot, Lucario rising with him.
"Okay, everyone," he said, addressing the room. "I don't need to remind you how serious the situation is now, but we might as well. Colress informed us only a few minutes ago that the murderer is actually one of us. We need to figure out which one of us is the one before the situation worsens.
"Chili, Simisear, Skyla, and Unfezant have been buried and someone," he said, turning to look at Marshal, "broke our only shovel."
Marshal hung his head. The blade to the shovel had snapped off as he furiously dug into the earth, grief and fury building up inside him as he slammed the shovel against a rock.
"Cheryl's medical kit has been stolen," Riley added, making many of the guests grimace at the reminder. Cheryl had left the kit outside and had returned soon after, only to discover it was missing. "And Trip's pocket knife was stolen." More rumblings at that, a few whispering that the murderer had gotten another weapon.
"But," Riley said with a grimace, reaching into his jacket's pocket, "I found this in Skyla's room."
He set the object on the table, making a few people gasp out loud. Another wooden box, the carved lid reading Pandora's Box #2 in its red wood, sat on the oak table. Yet another gift from the killer. Reservedly, Riley opened the box.
Instead of the cheerful melody like before, a glass-shattering scream reverberated from the box, scaring many as they jerked back in surprise. It was Skyla's voice. Then the murderer's familiar, disguised voice filtered through.
"So sorry, my guests, but the skies are my domain. A sad death, correct? At least for Chili, he did not have to live with the guilt of his partner's death, unlike Skyla. Pity, she was quite kind to everyone…
"As you've noticed by now, I am actually one of your own number. Now, my guests, I'd like to invite you to guess my identity. I offer no clues, at the moment, but I'm closer than you'd think.
"Until the next death, my friends, I bid adieu."
The voice was silenced and the box closed in on itself, making a slight, ticking sound. No one said anything, thinking about the latest message. It told them nothing, except for the fact that the killer was a calculated, intelligent person, due to the precise planning of the murders and the elaborate traps. Perhaps they were creative as well, shown through the intricacy of the box. But the boxes could have been purchased, so the murderer's identity was still a mystery. Colress decided to end the silence, giving a slight cough before standing up.
"Seeing that we're lacking her supplies, Cheryl's reduced to CPR and the minor emergency bag she found under the fire extinguisher in the closet. Our situation has grown dire," Colress said. "But enough finger pointing," he said with a sigh, his hands propped up on the table. "We need to start coming clean…"
"Not gonna happen," Silver said quickly, pulling a small packet of pills out of his pocket and popping one in.
"About our pasts," Colress continued, giving the druggie at the end an exasperated look. "In this situation, I can think of better activities to do than try and help you with your addiction, Silver. No, we need to talk about why we came here and who we are."
"What if someone refuses?" Trip questioned, irritated as Serperior hissed.
"Because I doubt you'd want to fight your way against 20 Trainers and their Pokémon, since we'll naturally suspect you even if you aren't the killer," Blue said, narrowing his eyes in distance. Trip grimaced, pulling out his camera and turning it to video setting, preparing to get everyone's confessions.
"So…Who'd like to go first?" Colress asked calmly.
No one started speaking or raised their hand. Everyone was afraid of being judged and mistaken as the killer. Colress sighed in defeat while Magnezone gave a buzzing sound similar to a groan.
"Very well, I'll go first," the blonde man said, removing his glasses and cleaning them before continuing. "I was invited here by the Pokégear Company, saying I had won a sweepstakes for a mansion. While I was suspicious, the letter included the fact that former employees and customers were added to the pool for the contest, so I left my suspicions behind. Perhaps I should have let them be and remained home," he added after a moment.
"What do you do for work?" Riley asked.
"Why does that matter?" Misty questioned.
"You can tell a lot about a person by what job they perform," Looker explained.
"I'm a scientist," Colress explained. "I formerly worked for the Pokégear Company in the labs, developing some of the products. I left that line of work several years ago to pursue my idea to become a Pokémon researcher. Unfortunately, I was not accepted, since I had no previous learning. Instead, I started working as a scientist again, but for the local company involved in medical machines and pharmaceutical products. It pays well and I spend my free time studying wild Electric-types."
He glanced over to Fennel, who sat next to him with Musharna floating over head. The purple-haired woman coughed in her hand before beginning to talk.
"I'm Fennel and I got my letter from the Pokétch Company, saying I had won a mansion. I'm currently living in a crowded apartment building so I thought it might be a nice new place."
"And you're job?" Shauntal asked, scribbling down everything, even though Trip's camera was capturing it all.
"I'm a scientist too," Fennel said, smiling over at Colress, who smiled too. "But I'm a researcher in dreams, both Pokémon and human. As I'm self-funded, I also do minor work at the local high school, teaching science. But my research has been published and it looks like I'll be getting some grant money to continue it…If I leave this island, that is," she said with a sad sigh.
It was Cheren's turn and the man sighed as Beheeyum floated next to him, his expression blank. "I teach at the Trainer's School in Aspertia City, as well as runs its Gym Leader."
"Really?" Iris asked perkily. "My uncle Hayden runs a Gym too!"
Cheren nodded. "I got my letter from the Pokédex Company about a free vacation. I thought it might be a relaxing break, as the school's closed for summer at the moment."
Bianca smiled and said, "Well, I'm under the tutelage of Professor Juniper at the moment, as I'm training to become a Pokémon researcher so I don't have an official job right now, but I do part-time at the Pokémon Center. I got my letter from the Pokégear Company."
"Okay…I'm Riley," the man said. "I own the Iron Island mine off the coast of Sinnoh, I was asked by Bryon from Canalave City to become the Gym Leader at Oreburgh City, but I turned it down. I'm content running the mines. I was invited here by the Pokétch Company, and the mansion sounded nice, so Lucario and I came."
Booker was up next. "I'm Booker, a retired carpenter, but I still work at my workshop with my old apprentice. I built the Booker Bridge connecting Renbow Island with Mitonga Island in the Oblivia region along with the ship known as The Union, even Pichu's ukulele."
Pichu smiled at this and played a quick bar of music, making several people smile. It was obvious that Booker was proud of his work.
"I was invited here the Pokégear Company, but there was also a personal letter from my brother, Professor Hastings from the Pokémon Ranger group. He said he wanted to catch up with me for old time's sakes. But he isn't here, only myself, nineteen other people and their Pokémon, and one murderous killer and their accomplice."
"Accomplice?" Misty asked, curious.
"Surely the killer has their Pokémon working with them as well," Booker explained, stoking Pichu's head. "Only thing I regret is getting Pichu wrapped up in this whole thing."
Cheryl decided to step up and talk. "Well, as you all know, I'm Cheryl and a nurse, along with Chansey. I've been a nurse for the past six years or so and the Pokédex Company hired me to assist in any medical emergencies that could happen, which is why I brought all my supplies. I wasn't…Thinking that I'd end up on an island with a killer though."
Marshal sighed. "I'm Marshal, and I run a successful dojo near Twist Mountain. I was invited here by the Pokégear Company, but the letter also mentioned a minor martial art contest."
Shauntal glanced up from her notebook, embarrassed. "Shauntal and I'm a writer in various genres. But during my writer's block, I also work at the library in Nacrene City. I was suffering from major writer's block when I got my letter from the Pokégear Company. I thought coming here might give me some inspiration that I desperately needed. But…If I live through this all, I guess I'll be writing one interesting mystery novel."
Lyra, the next one, found Shauntal's bluntness a little disturbing, but didn't let it show on her face.
"Well, I'm Lyra and I work at a bookstore, since I have a huge love of reading," she said calmly. "I work long hours at the bookstore as I'm stressing myself by trying to pay for both my apartment and to save up for my own house so when I got my letter from the Pokétch Company about winning a mansion, it seemed like a good deal."
Silver glanced up, seeing everyone staring at him expectantly. "Ugh…Give me a sec," he said, removing his cigarette to pop in another pill, while Croconaw started smoking some grass-like product, making several people and Pokémon cover their mouths as a nasty smelling smoke issued from the burning product. "Okay…You know I'm Silver and this is Croconaw," he said as the Water-type waved, a goofy expression plastered on his face. "Unlike most of you guys though…We weren't officially invited," he admitted, sucking on his cigarette.
Everyone stiffened as some Pokémon began to growl threateningly. They were all thinking one thing-Silver was getting suspicious.
"See, an old buddy of mine and I were at a party a couple of days ago with some other pals, celebrating his birthday…" Silver frowned, ducking his head sadly. "Soon enough, similar to our past parties, booze and drugs started circling the group. Cops burst in sometime after midnight and my buddy and I scrammed. But…Soon, we had to stop in the park…my buddy overdosed. There wasn't any time to get him to a doctor, and the cops were still tailing us. Before he croaked, he gave me his letter to go to some mansion getaway from the Pokédex Company. So…That's my story, which is why I picked up smoking yet again. Arcues," he muttered, still puffing on his cigarette, "Ethan helped me break this habit; now that he's dead, it's back."
Cheryl, while disgusted by his actions, gave Silver a sympathetic look as did Bianca and Iris. But others, like Blue, Ursula, and Trip, were mistrusting of Silver. Was he actually telling the truth, or was he spouting drug-induced nonsense yet again?
"Where do you work?" Ursula questioned.
Silver winked before giving a confidential whisper, "Former drug runner before I got hooked, now unemployed with the occasional odd job."
"Typical," Cheren muttered distastefully.
"I am what I am," Silver said, leaning back in his chair, arms tucked behind his head. "You're up, weirdo," he said to N, who was stroking Zoroark's head.
N's grey-blue eyes lifted up, shrugging as he started to talk. "My name's Natural, but I changed it to N to simplify things."
"Smart move," Blue said. "Your parents must have been huge hippies."
N ignored that remark. "I grew up alone in the wilderness with only Pokémon as my family." Everyone turned to him in surprise, White's eyes wide in shock. N continued without adding any emotion to his next few sentences. "I know not the humans who conceived me, nor of the woman who bore me. The Pokémon named me and raised me as one of their own. As such, after I grew up, I turned my actions to assisting Pokémon everywhere."
"Hey! You're that environmentalist!" Burgh said after a moment, recognition in his eyes. "At the Pinwheel Forest, you chained yourself to a tree when that the Pokétch Company was planning on building a factory there!"
"And you were the man who led the protest in front of the mayor's office," N added. "I support myself by working at a high school as a lecture in history and mythology and I volunteer at the Pokémon Daycare and adoption center on the weekends. I received my letter from the Pokédex Company and I decided to check out the mansion, maybe convert it to a Pokémon sanctuary. Who'd like to go next?"
Looker decided to go. "My name is Looker and I'm a police officer."
"SHIT!" Silver said, suddenly, jerking back in his chair, landing on the ground with a THUD! Laughter exploded in the dining room as he grimaced, getting up while watching Booker nervously as Croconaw edged away slightly from Herdier, who was grinning crookedly. "You aren't going to arrest me for illegal consumption of drugs, right?"
Looker gave a hint of a smile. "If we get off this island, don't be surprised if I pull you in for a drug test," he said with humor. "Sorry for not saying so earlier, but I thought it might be best to keep quite on my employment, but I think the killer would have done their research on their guests, so there's no further point in hiding my identity."
"Got any ideas on this case, Looker?" Fennel asked, interest on her face as others nodded.
"Sadly, no. No evidence that points at a specific person yet, but hopefully, the killer will make a mistake. Anyways, I'm a police officer, but I'm hoping to become a private investigator. I've only worked gang wars, suicides, hit and runs cases, and drug deals," he said, giving Silver a pointed look. "Never something of this magnitude, but I'll try to assist. I received my letter from the Pokédex Company and I had done previous work there as a security guard."
"I'm Misty," the red-head said. "I run a swimming school in Kanto and I also do snorkeling tours of the ocean during the warmer months. All three companies have been customers, since they hired me to take some representatives out for a deep sea tour. The Pokégear Company sent me my letter and it talked about a swimming contest, so Staryu and I boarded the boat to get here."
Trip spoke up next. "I'm Trip and I work as a freelance photographer and video maker. I do weddings, parties, and even some stuff for newspapers when work's slow. I was skeptic when I got my letter from the Pokétch Company, since I worked with some anonymous Internet source about a faulty product of theirs, but decided to come anyways, thinking I could make a minor scrapbook or documentary. But we're not very likely to all make it out alive."
"Stop being morbid," Lyra snapped, glancing over to Iris, who looked scared a bit.
"I'm being realistic," Trip argued. "Two people and their Pokémon are freakin' DEAD and…"
"Be quite," Colress said, shutting him up. "How about you, Ursula?"
"Hmph," the girl said. "Like I said before, I'm Ursula. I run a fashionable boutique in Hearthome…"
"Contest fag city," Blue stated with a nod, making several people crack up (he's not a fan of Contests, in case you haven't guessed).
Ursula glared at him, Gabite snarling while Nidoking smirked broadly. "AND I'm pretty famous as a top Coordinator as well."
"Another reason for me to hate you," Blue decided. Ursula looked ready to start a fight, but she kept her cool. She'd settle this later…
"I was invited to Dex's Deluxe Villa as a gift for winning some contest. But now I'm stuck here with you all as one of us is trying to kill everybody else."
"Charming," Trip muttered as he rolled his eyes.
"Anyways," Blue said, kicking his feet up onto the table, "I'm Blue. Not much to say, invited by the Pokédex Company, saying I won a mansion, only to find myself stranded here with about twenty others, two now deceased by someone here who's a murderer. I work as a researcher for Professor Oak, but I'm working my ways through law school too."
"Great," Silver said angrily. "A lawyer AND a police officer. Once I get arrested, I can be your first case."
"What about you Burgh?" Cheryl questioned.
"I'm a painter and I even do a bit of clothes designing," the man replied. "I do a fair amount of environmental work and participated in a few rallies, a few times against one or two of the Poké Companies. Leavanny and I came here for some inspiration after getting a letter from the Pokégear Company."
Roxie was bobbing her head to the beat on her headphones, able to understand what was being said due to lip reading. Marshal tapped the girl's shoulder, making her take off her headphone before she started to talk.
"Name's Roxie. I dig music, parties, and Poison-types. It's not surprising that I work at a music store selling the classic rock and more modern punk tunes to people, but I also have my own band that plays gigs across Unova. The Pokétch Company promised a sweet rave party with a free mansion up for grabs after a drawing. I was totally stoked, so here I am with Toxicroak," she said, bro-fisting her Poison-type Partner.
"Iris, do you want to explain now?" Lyra asked the younger girl. She looked up and nodded, drawing on a smile, something she had been missing earlier.
"Hi! You guys know I'm Iris with Haxorous as my Partner. I'm still a student at my public high school in Opelucid City and I live with my uncle, Drayden. We're not really related, but he's the only family I have now," she said, sadly before getting upbeat again. "He got a letter from the Pokédex Company inviting him here, but then he got sick…So he said I should go in his place. Kinda wish I was back home though."
White was last. "Well, I'm White from Unova. I worked for the Pokétch Company once during an internship program before I started writing for the Unova Chronicle, a paper delivered throughout Unova. I was invited here by the Pokétch Company as a ways of saying thank-you for the internship, or so I thought. Well…That's all I can say, I suppose…"
"Well, now that we've gotten to know each other a bit," Colress said, "Let's review what we know."
He got up and started to pace a bit. "Skyla's and Unfezant's deaths tell us nothing, as we don't know which weapon was used. Same thing with Chili's and Simisear's deaths. But I'd have to guess the rigging of the trap had to have been done after Cheryl chose her room. As we have no clues, we're at a total loss as to what to do."
"But I noticed a connection," Looker said, drawing everyone's attention. "Several of us worked for the various companies that invited us here. And, as former employees, they could have had access to the companies' files and have selected us all to be here. We'd also know that all three companies worked with one another, so there'd be a wider pool to choose from."
"Wait so that means…" Misty said, realizing what it meant for her.
"Anyone who worked for the companies is a more suspicious suspect?" Marshal finished.
Many people moved their chairs away from White, Colress, Misty, and Looker, keeping a suspicious eye on them.
"Hey!" White said angrily. "Just because we worked there doesn't mean we're the killer!"
"I'm just stating the facts," Looker said. "And I'll be considered as well."
A few people grumbled at that before they settled down, a few, such as Blue, Ursula, and Trip still warily watching the group. Colress decided to talk again.
"There's also the fact that a few have protested against the company as well, perhaps they were gathered as a way to silenced."
Said group looked slightly wary now, except for N, who shrugged.
"When protesting against some of these big companies, you shouldn't stop your work simply when threatened," he explained.
"So you've been threatened before?" Shauntal asked.
N nodded. "I don't know by who, but my apartment was broken into and ransacked, but the companies weren't to blame. Legally, of course," N added at the end.
"While this is all useful," Colress said, drawing the discussion back to the topic on hand, "We do not have a clear motive for us all to be here and we cannot craft a plan against the murderer, their identity is unknown. Any ideas for what we should do?"
"Maybe we should all just stay in our rooms until the killer leaves," Bianca suggested.
Blue snorted. "We have no idea WHEN the murderer will leave, especially if we're still alive."
"This situation is not looking very good for us," Cheren said, grimacing. "Perhaps I should take my chances and try swimming back to shore."
"It took three hours to get here by boat!" Fennel cried in surprise.
"You'd never make it," Misty agreed.
"Maybe drowning would be an easier death than to whatever the killer has in store for us," Cheren said.
"Suicide is not helping," Riley told the younger man, glaring at him.
"But what can we do?" Cheryl questioned, fingering her braid in worry. "I just want to leave this place!"
"Ditto for the rest of us," Silver told the nurse with a grimace.
"We need to catch the killer," Looker said, getting everyone's attention. "Once they've killed everyone, the murderer will have to get off the island or be trapped here. They've no doubt created a getaway plan."
Many stared at Looker in surprise, but the idea hadn't occurred to anyone earlier, but it made sense now. Unless the killer had a death wish, they'd have an escape plan prepared once their plan was successful.
"That's…Not a bad idea," Riley said. "But it's getting late and we don't have any other ideas right now."
Iris let out a huge yawn at that point, echoing his thoughts. Drowsily, she rubbed a fist over her closed eye.
"My point exactly Iris," Riley said, the youngest person receiving sympathetic glances. She was too young to be introduced to murder. "Motion to continue this discussion tomorrow?"
Nods went all around and everyone left the table, heading for their rooms and, hopefully, a good night's sleep. But for one person, this would be the last sleep they would get before they went to rest…Permanently.
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Misty was about to step into her room when someone grabbed her arm. Stunned, she turned around to spy Blue, glaring at her while Nidoking towered over both of them. She wretched her arm out of his grasp, folding both of her arms over her chest.
"What do you want?" she questioned. "I'd kind of like to go to bed."
"I know you left the room before Chili's death," Blue said angrily. Misty raised an eyebrow.
"So, everybody left the room sometime or another." She didn't like what he was implying.
"Maybe, but you also worked for all three companies once, giving you access to their records," Blue said. "So you'd have plenty of victims to choose from."
"You think I'M the killer?" Misty questioned, glancing around the hallway for some help. But she had chosen the room at the end of the hallway and everyone else had entered their rooms already.
"I think its suspicious that you spent the whole time in the pool while we were waiting," Blue said as Nidoking snarled. "You could have just dunked your head under the water before coming back…After rigging that trap that killed Chili. AND we don't know where you were when Skyla was shot down."
Misty's face blanched and her mouth opened in denial before Staryu huffed, letting out a stream of water right into Blue's face. The man sputtered, his hair and shirt soaked while Misty gathered her Pokémon into her arms, glaring at him.
"Pick on someone your own size next time," she spat before entering her room, slamming the door shut before locking it. She then leaned against it, sliding down so she was all hunched over sitting, hugging Staryu close.
"I'm not the killer," she whispered softly. Staryu said nothing as his Trainer clung to him.
Outside, Blue glared at the door before shuffling down to his door, Nidoking following as the man muttered soft curses. However, without either Blue or Misty's knowledge, someone had been watching them.
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N sat at his desk, still wearing his clothes from today, staring at a piece of paper covered with his handwriting as he drummed a pencil against the hardwood. Zoroark leaned against the wall, watching his Trainer. N frowned at the paper, sighing as he crunched it up, tossing it into the wastepaper basket. He then grabbed the paper ball up and ripped it to pieces. It wasn't a good idea for the murderer to get a hold of his notes, just in case.
A knock came at his door. N quickly got up and went to the door with Zoroark, taking up positions at it. With a nod to his Pokémon, who readied himself, N opened the door, only to discover White and Dewott standing in the deserted hallway. White still wore his normal clothes as well, her hair down for once. N blinked in surprise.
"White, is there something wrong?" he asked her.
She shook her head, rubbing her arm tiredly. "Other than a murderer planning on killing us all, I'm fine."
N felt like slamming his head against the wall. How foolish was he to forget the current situation? Making such a mistake in front of White only added to his embarrassment.
"Forgive me," N said, embarrassed as a grimace filtered onto his face. "What is it you need?"
"I just…Came to talk," she admitted, stunning N. She lifted her head, her icy blue eyes looking nervous. "Can…We come in?" she inquired.
With a nod, N stepped away from the doorway, allowing her to enter. White came in while Dewott headed over to Zoroark, the Dark-type looking embarrassed as she stepped closer. N closed the door as White sat down on the sofa. N soon joined her.
White's knees were drawn up to her chest as she stared forward, giving a sigh before she began to speak. "Why are we all here?"
"I don't know," N said. "Perhaps this is destiny's cruel type of joke or fate's fickle hand that moves against us."
"Because I don't understand what horrible act drove someone to do this," White whispered, ducking her head. "I've never been so scared in all my life. For all I know, you could be the murderer."
Everything was silent, as N felt a bit of hurt flash through his body at her words. Then his heart beat paused for a second when White added, "But I don't think you are."
"I'm glad to see I'm not a suspect," he told her honestly. "You don't strike me as a killer, either."
White laid her head against N and he wrapped an arm around her after a moment. Similar to the two on the couch, Dewott was leaning up against the now sitting Zoroark as the latter set his head on top of hers, the pair conversing quietly. They were silent for some time before N broke the silence.
"We may be gathered here for our deaths, but I don't regret it." White froze, surprised by his words. "This whole experience has given me something rather important."
"What's that?" White asked, looking up at him in confusion, her blue eyes locking with his grey-blue. Something inside those eyes seemed to resonance down to his very soul and White realized what he was about to say.
"I got to meet you."
She said nothing, but N, somehow understood that she felt the same way. White raised her head to them, before they both moved forward, like a planet's gravity drawing in asteroids into its orbit. N's lips found White and they were locked in an embrace for some time while Zoroark gave comforting growls to Dewott as she rubbed her cheek against him. The kiss began to deepen as their hearts beat faster. They broke off, gasping slightly as they stared at each other.
"I…I'm sorry," N whispered softly, ducking his head down.
White, flustered, scrambled up off the couch, muttering, "No...It's…It's…fine…"
She quickly left the room, Dewott hurrying after her, leaving the boys to stare after the retreating females in surprise. N sighed, laying down on the couch, covering his face with his hat, crossing his arms while Zoroark frowned sadly.
"Amazing…I can fall in love with someone who I barely know on an island with a murderer on our heels…"
Meanwhile, now in her room, White was laying on her side on top of her bed, saying to Dewott, "And I don't know if I can fully trust him. And yet…
"I know I love her," N finished to Zoroark, who nodded sagely, thinking of Dewott.
"I love him," White whispered to Dewott before placing a pillow over her face. "It's always the weird ones…" she muttered under her breath, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks.
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Few people truly slept well, still fearful of the killer and many had locked their doors again. Iris was still camping out in Lyra's room, this time the girl sleeping on the bed while Lyra lay on the carpet, keeping a close eye on the door. Half of the guests stared to freak out upon seeing smoke drifting down the halls before Nidoking came out and slammed his fist onto Silver's door, who appeared with a fresh cigarette leaking smoke, glaring at the Poison-type and his Trainer in annoyance. Fennel was one of the few who managed to get a fair amount of sleep, as her nightmares were consumed by Musharna, who, while disturbed by the images, was nevertheless content with a decent meal. Cinccino was scurrying around the room in a frenzy, tidying everything up in a way to keep herself calm while Bianca hugged a pillow comfortingly.
Cheren stared up at his ceiling before he glanced over at the wall to his right. He could hear N talking quietly behind the wall. He vaqule wondered to who before he sighed, closing his eyes again, attempting to fall asleep. Burgh was in his sketchbook again while Leavanny fingered the curtains, unable to sleep. Booker was sitting upright in bed, staring out the window at the night sky as Pichu slept on a small pillow, the old man holding a small, leather satchel on his lap.
Soon though, everyone was able to fall asleep, able to relax and even Silver and Croconaw had stubbed out their cigarettes. And yet…A few guests remained awake…
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A door creaked open, a face poking out. With a sigh, the person stepped out of their room, clad in a bathrobe as their Pokémon followed. The pair climbed down the stairs, heading for one spot: the pool.
Misty hadn't slept well, not only about the murderer, but also due to Blue's accusations. She needed something to calm her down and a swim, no matter what time of day or night, always helped soothe her nerves.
Do others really think I'm the murderer? She wondered sadly as she walked down the hallway. True, she had spent most of her time in the pool, but she knew for a fact everyone left the room one time or another before Chili's death. It was all a question of who had the longest trip out of the room, it would have taken quite a while to rig the wires and ropes suspending the ax.
Misty opened the glass door leading out to the patio, stepping out into the moonlight. Staryu hopped after her as she moved towards a table. She removed her bathrobe, revealing her yellow swimsuit, placing it onto the table along with a fresh towel. She padded over to the pool, dipping her feet into the shallows before she slid into the cool water. She bent over, allowing the water to reach her neck. She sighed, already losing her fear and frustration.
A pair of cold hands roughly grabbed her neck at that moment, jerking her from her thoughts.
Misty attempted a scream, to draw help, but her throat was suddenly constricted, making her gasp for breath. The darkened figure behind her, covered in a dark cloak, gripped her mercilessly, slowly strangling her as she flailed about before trying to wrench out of the grasp.
Staryu started to move forward, preparing to attack, but a second dark-clad figure appeared, growling threateningly. Staryu let out a Water Gun, but the figure dodged. A glimmer of steel was seen in the muted moonlight before a whistling sound echoed in the night, blending in with the wind. A dart of silver raced through the air before Staryu was launched back, pinned up against the wall of the mansion by an iron harpoon sticking out directly from the gem in his center. His red light dulled down before all five of his limbs flopped, signifying his sudden death.
Meanwhile, the figure forcibly dunked Misty's head under the water, drowning her as they released part of their hold on her neck. Bubbles escaped Misty's mouth as she desperately tried to fight her way to the surface, but the grip was too strong, or perhaps she was too weak. Soon, the thrashing died down as Misty's body began to still, floating in the much beloved water.
The figure slowly drew back, releasing their hold, waiting a while, just in case. But after a few minutes of patience, they were rewarded with the confirmation of the red-head's demise. Nodding as a sick smirk appeared under the hood, the figure made its way up the pool's steps to be joined with the second figure, water dripping down from their cloak. They gave a nod in satisfaction, setting a now familiar box onto the table next the Misty's things, before reaching for their hood.
The moon was suddenly covered by dark clouds as the hood fell down the killer's back. They turned their head to face the mansion, hidden in shadows with a large, bulky device strapped to both their mouth and around their eyes.
"Sleep tonight," the killer's voice, disguised by the voice translator, said. "For tomorrow, I can almost certainly guarantee a gristly demise."
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Yeah, Misty's dead, ironically drowned. Yes I did this one purpose. I actually got a review from someone who thought she was the killer…But seriously, Misty wouldn't have made it so easy for people to guess if she was the killer, what with her being the only one I noted who left the room. But now that she's gone, Blue seems pretty suspicious now, right? Well, I think we can rule some people out. Keep the guesses coming please, you need some new suspects now!
A little Ferriswheeling shipping moment as well. I'm a huge fan of White and N pairings. More couples may form during their stay. I cannot, however, guarantee how well they will fare. Misty: Review everyone! *serves a beach ball to where Staryu is, who hits it back*
Staryu: Star iyu ar arsta! (Please enjoy this Fanfiction!)
Bianca- The Clumsy Optimist; Partner Pokémon: Cinccino
Blue- The Complete Asshole; Partner Pokémon: Nidoking
Booker- The Aged Builder; Partner Pokémon: Pichu
Burgh- The Buggy Artist; Partner Pokémon: Leavanny
Cheren- The Knowledgeable Pessimist; Partner Pokémon: Beheeyum
Cheryl- The Timid Healer; Partner Pokémon: Chansey
Chili-The Hasty Hothead; Partner Pokémon: Simisear (BOTH KILLED) axe to the head
Colress- The Calm Techie; Partner Pokémon: Magnezone
Fennel- The Shy Scientist; Partner Pokémon: Musharna
Iris- The Dragon-loving Joker; Partner Pokémon: Haxorous
Lyra- The Bookish Beauty; Partner Pokémon: Quilava
Looker- The Silent Stranger; Partner Pokémon: Herdier
Marshal-The Determined Fighter; Partner Pokémon: Sawk
Misty-The Surfer Gal; Partner Pokémon: Staryu (BOTH DECEASED) Misty: drowned and strangled; Staryu: harpoon gun to his orb
N- The Anti-Social Genius; Partner Pokémon: Zoroark
Riley- The Peaceful Aurist; Partner Pokémon: Lucario
Roxie-The Punk Rocker; Partner Pokémon: Toxicroak
Shauntal- The Mysterious Writer; Partner Pokémon: Froslass
Skyla-The Flyaway Gal; Partner Pokémon: Unfezant (BOTH DECEASED) Unfezant died to broken neck; Skyla by head trauma and blood loss.
Trip-The Obsessive Photographer; Partner Pokémon: Serperior
Ursula-The Bitch Queen; Partner Pokémon: Gabite
White: The Friendly Girl; Partner Pokémon: Dewott