Hey everybody, Paradigm of Writing here with a new chapter of Pluto Vacation. Here we are guys. The final chapter. The epilogue! We are chapter #12, our epilogue, Going Crazy! It's a more calmer chapter than certainly the last like seven combined with no deaths, but plenty of dialogue to mesh out everyone's thoughts of what happened on this crazy night. We'll be introduced to some new characters that aren't new and have made cameos, but now they're major. Wait till the very end for a secret special announcement that I'm super excited for, but I bet many of you already know what I'm going to say but read to find out. Enjoy! It's been an awesome, wild ride. Oh and disclaimer, I made Fox McCloud, one of the characters in this, fully human for purposes, and I apologize if that... turns you off from reading the chapter. This will have a strange way of piecing everything together. Instead of going in chronological order of the characters, I am going to have bits and pieces of each interrogation mixed throughout to make a hazy reclaimed version of their events, and it can add more to the mystery, I suppose. Expect A LOT of dialogue in this last chapter, guys. Hope you like it!

8:45 A.M, Denver City Police Station, Denver, Colorado, December 20th, 2015

Detective Fox McCloud brought the steaming cup of coffee to his lips, sighing in contentment as the cocoa drink went down with a satisfying gulp. He stared out from the ground floor of the station, seeing the azure sky with the radiant sun throwing its beams at the sidewalk for it to catch them. Pedestrians walked around in the morning for early commuting, work couldn't be missed. None of these individuals had any idea that a serial killer had almost wiped out an entire group of friends on a mountain ski lodge resort about twenty miles up the road. Walked around blissfully and ignorant to the whole fact that for seven young adults somehow still alive, they barely got out with their lives.

He remembered the panicked voice of Zelda Friedrich earlier in the morning, screaming with a hoarse throat that one of their own was dead, killed by being dropped into a hole in the floor, another crushed by a falling cabin. How her cries made him shudder that late at night, when you hardly expect the radio waves to crackle to life and have someone losing their mind on the other end. Fox had no idea if any of those kids were still alive. He brought up to the distressed girl in that conversation that they would send a helicopter to come pick the kids up when the storm dissipated as it did. Doing so at around four in the morning, he did so, calling out all available choppers. Fox hadn't seen any of them since the helicopters arrived, and he truly didn't know anything about them. All the detective had to go by was a word of mouth account, the sound of something groaning, cursing from the male and female on line, and the collapsing of a huge metal structure. The worse needed to be expected.

The man took another sip of his coffee. It always acted as a stress reliever for him. He found it weird that the resort had been linked back to the deaths of Lucina and Midna Husen a year earlier, as his colleague Rosalina Vinnus went on to a local radio station to give the scoop of that still breaking story. Seemed time to maybe reopen the case.

A knock on the door to the main interrogation room interrupted Fox from his drifting thoughts. "Door is always open." he rasped hollowly.

The door opened, and in stepped his partner in crime, so to speak, Rosalina Vinnus. The other detective, best in her department on homicides and drug dealings, looked ethereal in her diamond dust dress, flaxen hair loosely let down to her side as she graced a sympathetic smile. "They're here." she said simply.

Fox furrowed his eyebrows. "Who?"

"The children from the mountain case."

"Oh. Are you ready to bring them in for questioning?"

"If we can be gentle with them. Accounts tell me that they had a rough night up there, one of catastrophic proportions," Rosalina shrugged. "I doubt any of them are troublemakers, so we don't need to be brutal with them. They aren't criminals."

"Trust me," Another sip of the coffee. "I wasn't planning on it."

"Your facial expressions say otherwise, McCloud." she teased.

"Baffles me how you're so good at the job assigned to you when all you do, Miss Vinnus, is make jokes during work hours." Fox thought aloud.

She joined him by the windowsill, gazing outside with a distant look in her bright diamond eyes. "You know something?"

"What?"

"I bet any of the experiences we have had while working in this field compare to what those kids went through."

"Why is that?" Fox crossed his arms over his chest, slightly hurt by that fact.

"The girl who contacted you and warned us... just the hysterics in her voice brought up alarms. Their friend that died... Kuro Husen, he's the brother of the Husen twins. More than likely the same killer on all the three children, and those kids had to see it all. Perhaps they lost more than just the siblings, for all we know."

"There's only one way to find out." the male detective shrugged. He absolutely despised questioning time.

Rosalina took a deep breath. "Don't remind me."

Samus Adderage rubbed her arms tight, spurring friction to add some heat to her frigid skin. Dark shadows huddled together in the clump of garbage can green chairs, in the plain washout grey paint of the waiting room in the Denver police station. Transported from one hell to another, in the flick of a finger, the lifting up of a light switch. The surreal blast of fire still flickered and lingered on her skin, Marth's too. Watching the blonde blue eyed terror get roasted into a fried apple made her day after all the shit Lucas Samuels put them through... but her back hurt by being flung into the snow, her head colliding with a rock. Paramedics already staunched the blood flow, stitching the wound back together. Samus Adderage would be good as new physically. Emotionally? She didn't know.

The blonde girl gazed over at the other seats, her friends in order of Luigi, Peach, Sheik, Marth, Link, and Zelda sitting down, mesh blankets the familiar color of crimson blood red draped over shoulders, clinging onto whatever sanity still spoke to them in the invisible corners of their hearts. Darkness clouded the bright and sunny Sheik Boeing, fear plastered confident Marth Lowell. Gloominess and laziness shrouded curious and energetic Peach Tydal. Warm and caring Luigi Russo had been replaced with a bitter and mean old man, growling at those who asked, those who cared. Link Dillon seemed normal, if normal even existed anymore. Blonde hair still kept neatly, only a cut on the side of his cheek representing any form of struggle. Zelda picked at her nails, a hollow, yet angry look in her eyes from the fucking games pulled on her and over her. No doubt about that.

"So... did anyone do that college research paper assigned in our physics class?" Samus cleared her throat, speaking up.

Luigi looked at her first. "We just went through hell, and that's the story you're going with? What are you? Delusional?"

"Don't toss that word out at her," Sheik hissed, the two girls having made a bond from their little escapade in the basement dungeon of the lodge. "She isn't Kuro Husen, and she sure as fuck isn't Lucas Samuels. Delusional fit them like puzzle pieces, you know. Not her. She's fine!"

"They're both dead. Doesn't even matter." Marth whispered. The calm and collected bluenette that everyone loved now reduced to a whispering, crying mess. He received one of the worst treatments, if Samus, Luigi, and Peach wanted to fight over that title as well.

"Can we not speak ill of the deceased?" Zelda snapped, tossing her hair over a shoulder with a indignant flip.

"We spoke of them with full malice intent when they were dead, too." Peach shot back angrily. How the nice blonde who never got angry at anyone could now scream and hiss and yell whenever she felt like it to in one night... that fucked everything up.

"I am the only one who should be angry here!" the brunette growled.

"And why are you the only exception?" Sheik asked daringly.

"Link left me stranded on the bottom of a damn fire tower!" Zelda hissed.

"For the last fucking time, Zel, I didn't do that!" her boyfriend cried, throwing his head into his hands.

Everyone started screaming at each other, people throwing punches and insults. Marth and Link yelled at each other about loyalty to those you loved, the former hurling the insult of perhaps, you don't love her enough. Zelda and Peach went back and forth on the matter of lying. They all had shitty nights, not just her. They all escaped with pieces of them missing. Not just her. Luigi argued in the middle of the two girls argument, taking the latter's side. Sheik took Marth's side in the guys' argument, and all Samus Adderage could do was stare at the brokenness of her family, the ones who made her complete and formed a fully functioning group. How two ignorant boys of sheer immaturity and knowledge reduce them to a pile of shit.

She opened her to mouth to scream at everyone to shut the hell up when a loud, clearing throat cut them all off swiftly. "Children! Enough!"

The seven swirled their heads to see two new arrivals, a man and woman standing in front of them, the woman holding a clipboard, eyes wide in shock. The man had a cross expression distorting his features, dark mahogany eyes bearing disappointment into the group. The detective had short, cut tan hair that resembled one of a fox, and tanned skin, a musty brown jacket thrown over a dark shirt and slack. Samus drove her attention to the lady, mesmerized by her golden hair and gorgeous sea blue eyes.

"Thank you..." the woman whispered.

Samus blushed. "We're super sorry about what just happened... we, uh-"

"I totally understand," the man cut her off. "Apologies for yelling, but I couldn't hear me own thoughts on the screaming happening in this room. I've been told you're all friends. Friends don't argue this way, never should, and we won't start now."

"And who are you?" Sheik asked, slightly more disrespectful than she wanted to come across as.

The detective showed them his badge. "I'm senior detective Fox McCloud, and this is my partner, detective Rosalina Vinnus. We are the two in charge of this incident that has befallen you this past evening and early morning."

Everyone looked down at their hands or feet, but Zelda stayed staring ahead. "You're the gentleman I spoke to on the radio."

Fox nodded. "As a matter of fact, I was."

The name of the woman ran in Samus's head and she gasped. "Ma'am, weren't you on the radio last night, Pit Icarus's show... talking about the same Husen family?"

"Yes, I was." Rosalina breathed in, as if taking a sigh of relief.

"We're all friends with the Husen's. Or... were." the blonde girl said.

"Are we all in trouble or something?" Marth spoke up.

Detective McCloud made a reassuring noise. "No, none of you are unless your stories prove to involve criminal activity," At this, Link and Zelda both locked eyes, blushing, and so did Marth and Sheik. Fox raised an eyebrow at this, but didn't mention anything else. "All we're wanting to do is take each of you one by one into the back room and we'll just discuss your story of events that happened last night. A lot of... retelling will happen."

"Seems harmless." Zelda snorted.

"We'd like to think that as well." Rosalina smiled.

Fox eyed the seven. "Shall we all get started?"

No one answered him.

"Perfect." Detective Vinnus said sarcastically.

Luigi Russo tapped his foot impatiently against the hard tiled floor as Fox and Rosalina took opposite seats from him on the other side of the cold table. A plate of donuts had been pushed in the middle in case he was hungry, but the green clad boy didn't feel like eating all too much. A huge manila folder stared back at him hungrily, data pulled from hometown records of everything he could possibly think about him.

"So... you're here to get the gist of things?"

Fox eyed him. "Somewhat, if you choose to use those particular words."

"It's quite a large file of me." Luigi noticed.

"Preliminary measure, dear." Rosalina said, patting his hand.

He recoiled. "Don't touch me," he hissed. "I'm not experiencing more trauma!"

Her reach paused, face paling, lips parting. "Understood."

"Don't waste my time with this, either."

"We won't, don't worry." Fox said coolly.

"Who did you stab again?" Rosalina asked a hysterical Peach Tydal, the girl currently crumpled in a heap on the table, sobbing her eyes out with full blown wails and screeches. Fox rolled his eyes. His partner's pen hovered over the paper, hesitant and unsure to make a move and write down the details.

"Freak!" the girl cried.

"And who was Freak?" he asked.

"Kuro! I've already told you this... I've already told you this..." Peach wailed.

"Why did you stab him?"

"He acted as Freak, the serial killer. He came after Luigi and I... twice. How was I supposed to know he had the saws... the gun? The knife and all the terrifying shit he had? How? I demand to know how!"

"I thought you said Lucas Samuels, your friend, was the Freak." Rosalina frowned.

"Well, he was!"

"But you just said Kuro acted as Freak." Fox pointed out.

"No I didn't!" Peach cried defensively.

"We just want the truth."

"Kuro, as a prank acted as Freak. In reality, Lucas was running around killing us and making it seem as if he had been a part of the prank when he individually wanted us all dead..."

"You aren't making sense sweetheart." Detective Vinnus cooed.

"I don't want to be make any sort of fucking sense. I want to get the fuck out of here!" Peach screamed.

Link Dillon wiped a solemn tear from his eye. "I- I was right there. I tried to do something you guys, I honestly did. I couldn't move. Her voice constantly screaming at me to hurry the fuck up... so she wouldn't die. We already thought we had lost Kuro and Lucas... and I couldn't lose Zelda either."

"And what... Mr. Dillon, are you referring to?" Rosalina asked.

"After we got in touch with you, Lucas, as the Freak, cut the cords that kept the fire tower in place from falling. We went plummeting beneath the snow, where there are mines down there, these huge expanses of tunnels that go everywhere. They lead from the resort to the cable car station, the mines to the resort... everywhere."

"How would Zelda have been lost?" Fox mused aloud.

"She had been hanging onto part of the tower which had been flipped on its side. A ladder... I think." Link whispered.

"Did you save her?"

"No."

"What do you mean?"

"I had been trying to reach her, trying to find a better way to reach my girlfriend. She constantly kept on yelling at me... kept screaming and screaming, not letting me think. Trying over and over again to calm her down, but I suppose in all of the chaos, she'd never hear me. That's when the tower fell further into the mines, taking us both with it."

"The entire tower fell..." Rosalina repeated, a horrified expression plastering her face.

"Straight down. We don't know how deep it went. Zelda managed to luckily snag a bar before it crashed into the ground, and we would have been dead. Friedrich and Dillon blood splattering old cobblestones and rocky surfaces. Not our ideal way to go."

"You survived yourself?"

"I had latched onto Zelda's legs. Almost took of her pants."

He tried not to, but Link Dillon forced a cracked smile.

Samus Adderage picked at a scab forming on her right shoulder. "I- I thought we were close, you know. After Lucina and Midna died last year. At the hands of our wonderful and amazing friend, Lucas Samuels."

"How'd you get close?"

"We'd talk to each other over the phone a lot. Meet for study sessions and things, teen and adult stuff I suppose. We all live college lives, or at least attempted to. Marth, Luigi, Peach, Kuro and I did that in the very least. His vibrant amber eyes haunt me behind my skull..."

"Do you need to see a psychiatrist about that? We can refer you to one." Rosalina invited.

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure? After traumatic experiences-" Fox wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily.

"I said I'm fine! Didn't you hear me, fuckers?" Samus exploded.

A uneasy wave of calm spread over the interrogation room as the girl had launched herself from the seat opposite the two detectives, getting in both of their faces, her own a putrid purple, splotches of angry, dark navy at the cheeks, ragged and hissed breath, and hands latching to the sides of the table.

Fox pursed his lips. "Heard you loud and clear."

Rosalina flipped through Kuro Husen's file, finding a dismal detail. "Oh..." she said in a small voice.

Her colleague frowned. "What is it?"

"Small note on Kuro Husen."

Samus's eyes lit up. "May I know what it is?"

"I'm not sure you want to know, sweetheart."

"Try me. I've been through fucking hell. Nothing worse can happen to me now."

Rosalina closed her eyes, and prompted a Hail Mary. "Kuro Husen and Lucas Samuels were dating. A couple for two years, before you all went to the getaway last year. Seems as to why they connected everything together on the perfect prank."

The blonde girl sank back into her chair, slightly defeated. She let out a loud snicker. "My god..."

"What?" Fox tensed.

"Nothing. I'm just not surprised." Samus said distantly.

Marth Lowell rubbed his hands nervously over his jeans, every little critter and clink in the room causing him to jump. Rosalina had made a warm brewing cup of hot chocolate for the boy to drink if he wanted something comforting in his system. He fiddled with his hands expertly, whispering low and quiet to himself while keeping the alert persona.

"Son, can you tell me something?"

"Sure. I might not answer truthfully."

"That's not fine."

"Do I look like I give a fuck, sir?" Marth had the decency to had the sir in.

Fox locked his jaw. "No, you don't. Just... answer this one question. How did you end up in the mines? Out of everyone from your group of friends, you know the least, and we just want the details."

The bluenette stared at the detective, fists forming on the table as he placed his hands there to relax. "I had been taken from the cabin. I already answered you that. How many times do I have fucking repeat myself?"

"Just want to confirm." Rosalina assured gently.

Marth snapped an icy glare in her direction. "My ass you do! I'm being made to relive the same details over and over again. Sheik and I had sex! Someone threw her phone into the cabin. She got all pissed off and went to give the person a piece of her mind. Turns out our perpetrator was Lucas who had watched us act love to each other. He pulled me from the cabin! What more do you need?"

"You two had sex, Mr. Lowell?"

"Yeah. Am I not allowed to?"

Fox counted to ten in his head. "Not that you're allowed to..."

"Do you remember anything else, Mr. Lowell?" Rosalina asked.

"Nothing... except that she came for me."

"Who?"

"Sheik." Marth said.

"Your girlfriend?"

"Yes." he began crying.

"That's... great to hear?" Fox didn't know what to say.

"Sheik came to rescue me. My girlfriend almost did it too." Marth whispered, returning to fiddling with his hands.

"Miss Friedrich, your boyfriend Link said that you two had sex against a tree before going up to the fire tower?" Fox said, retelling some information Link had told him earlier in his interrogation.

"Yeah, so?" Zelda snapped.

"Just... sudden and interesting to pick such a volatile environment."

"I bet you and your partner fuck all the time." the brunette hissed.

Rosalina choked on the water she had been taking a sip from. "I beg your pardon!"

"You heard me." Zelda sneered.

"Miss Friedrich, we will not discuss that." Fox jutted in his pen in her direction.

"Then that means you do it all the time then!" she cried triumphantly.

The male detective recoiled. "Excuse me... you do not-"

"You denied it, but indirectly referred to it by wanting to avoid the subject. You, Mr. Fox McCloud, and you, Mrs. Rosalina Vinnus, who is married by the wedding ringer I see on your finger, have fucked each other at work."

"The reason why I said not to discuss this is-" Fox started.

Rosalina interrupted her colleague. "Zelda, we can talk about sex life at another time. What we want to talk about is the night you just experienced, to try and get a feel from everything. What were your thoughts on a Mr. Lucas Samuels?"

Zelda froze, her eyes flashing with something. Anger? She sat up, clearly composed to give a royal answer. "I never trusted him. Always had these glaring headaches that'd cause him to sit out the rest of the night from partying and having one which is odd and peculiar. He went bed early, all the time. He had gone to sleep when the group played this terrible... horrible, awful prank on the Husen sisters. Did the same this time. I wouldn't put it far past this motherfucker that he had prepared everything for the evening against us."

Sheik Boeing took a sip of water, having gone back to feeling one hundred percent perfect and normal. She leaned forward, having been the last person to be interviewed in a long morning of screaming, cursing, crying, and other travesties to happen to the sane or insane people who'd occupy the steel slate metal chair and face the two worst detectives of them all.

"You need to listen me," she said, in the earshot of Fox and Rosalina. "Go down into the mines. See what is down there. All the toys, all of Lucas's little fucked up trinkets and pieces he collected to make everything work."

Rosalina wrote down a note. "What is in the mines, Sheik?"

The blonde girl made a grim smile. "I've seen what's down there, like I said. His workshop. His fun little games he could have played on all of us had he somehow gotten everyone trapped in the lair of Samuel hell. I- I'd give anything to unsee it."

"How did you get down there, exactly?" Fox asked.

"Chasing after Marth." she said simply.

"I'm not following you. Can you elaborate more?"

"After he disappeared from me, down into that mineshaft... I had fallen into another part of the mines. An empty hallway that led to his lair. More walking led me to Samus, tied up in that chair, bruised and bloodied from her terrified run away from Kuro. It all connected."

"Can you tell us some of what you saw?" Rosalina urged.

Sheik made a wry smile. "I said no."

"But-"

"Do I need to repeat myself, sir? I am not talking about what I saw down there for myself ever again. You can discuss it all you fucking want, I am not!"

Fox McCloud sighed, having made another cup of coffee. Taking another sip, he set the new Husen case file with the preexisting one and closed the cabinet shut. Rosalina hung back like a parasite, hesitant to move towards her partner.

"What a morning." he sighed.

"You're telling me," she agreed. "The emptiness in their eyes. That'll be a feeling I'll never lose."

The case had to be reopened, no doubt about it. Doing some more digging led to shocking details. Lucas Samuels had been the first person to meet Kuro Husen from the group, an old day back many years ago during a storm. The two had got it off and became amazing friends, some would call them brothers if close enough. The dark haired boy had kept his new playmate a secret to all his new friends, having turned to entering a homosexual relationship at the age of twelve, afraid to really show everyone who he truly was.

Eventually, the two rolled around and Lucas became known to all as a new friend in the group, the blonde getting to know everyone and acted as a centerpiece, a figment of glue.

Going years back, Fox wanted to see where Lucas's birth records came from, who had he been born to and did those parents of the demented child know that, A. he was dead, and B. a psychopathic serial killer? Shockingly enough... he did find the father and mother.

The original serial killer, the original Freak of Husen Resort in Denver, Colorado. Reflet Samuels, the father of Lucas Samuels. He had knocked up a female security guard, birthed a child, and kept the knowledge of each other a secret to the world. Familial blood ran in the blonde boy, and like father, like son, set out to do what he expected to do from day one. Kill.

Becoming friends with Kuro Husen was easy, the two were very similar in being caring, but the loving comparisons stopped there. The blonde had turned more aggressive, demanding to know his boyfriend's friends. He had an itch to kill, an incessant urge, that when the time was right, he'd execute it.

He wanted to be the only person Kuro would care about in the end, the boy wouldn't love anyone else. All of his friends got in the way. Lucina and Midna Husen got in the way. They all had to be eliminated from the face of the Earth, leaving Kuro and Lucas alone together at long last. Never got to be that way, the dark haired boy so broken hearted over his sisters' deaths, he couldn't fully recover. The prank had been formed, and Kuro talked immediately to his best guy at his side, the man he shared a bed with, the man he loved. Lucas heartily agreed, and then found it could be time to utilize what he had been working for all along. Operation Pluto Vacation could begin, and it sure as fuck almost started.

Now Fox had to retrace his steps, go speak to Reflet Samuels, currently locked up in the Denver jail, in his early fifties at the minimum, presumably on a life sentence if he could somehow break out one day which would never happen. Had to go back to where it all started. This case was far from over. Lucina and Midna's bodies still needed to be recovered from their brutal murder if Lucas hadn't desecrated them yet.

Fox took another sip of coffee. "Rosalina?" he said.

"Yes?"

"Reopen the Husen Family Lodge case, and the Freak case from the 90's. We have a new murder mystery to solve on our hands."

There was no going back.

Pluto Reunification

Coming November of 2016

Holy shit guys, there you have it! The epilogue, the final chapter of Pluto Vacation for you my darlings, in one huge stride to the end. And yes, you've seen it first, you all see it. A sequel? Le gasp! I'm telling you upfront, we have a second story to go with this one, coming in an good chunk of eight months of this year from now, but it'll be worth it. We'll have some evolved characters, like Fox, Rosalina, (M) Robin of course, and Sheik, Luigi, Marth, and Samus will also reappear throughout as main / side characters. I've been planning this for awhile, and I'm super excited, like holy shit you have no idea. We did it at long last. If you do review, I'd love you to answer some questions!

1) Favorite character of the story, and why?

2) Least favorite character of the story, and why?

3) Favorite chapter title of the story?

4) Most shocking / suspenseful moment of the entire story?

5) Will you read the sequel when I begin to post it this November?

Before I let you go, I want to do some shout outs!

Thank you snow x. fairy, SolarEnergy07, Arctic01, fading in the light, my guest who flamed me for being a good guy in the archive (seriously check this review out, you'll be laughing), pichuplayer, Metroid-Killer, Retronym, my guest flowerslikepixelz, Luca the Wolf, Writer of Worlds, bladewielder05, and Shana Hager for reviewing. Thanks you guys, seriously, it made me continue to write this.

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Again, thank you to Arctic01, Jiyuu No Yume, Metroid-Killer, Rightful Queen of Dorks, SolarEnergy07, Writer of Worlds, and snow x. fairy for following this story.

And last thank you goes to Randomblackberry for hosting the Mystery Contest that this piece is a part of (bad thing that I'm writing a sequel, eh?) and I wish all my competitors the best of luck in the end as we all have done an amazing job and I hope Random you have a hard as fuck time deciding who wins because the entries have all been great.

I love you all so much, and thanks again for being the greatest readers, reviewers, and people a person could ever ask for. Love you all! Have a great day! See you on the flipside.

~ Paradigm