FIFTH TRIAL

[beautifultomorrow]

[As always, the elevator makes it’s journey once again to the club, and John’s voice can once again be heard.]

Cornelia Hale, she…

[But he trails off, soon interrupted by that same distorted voice.]

Y͘o͢u ͞r͘͝ea͏̧͟l͟ly̵ ̡dò͟n̕’t̛͞ ̵̡h́͢͟a̵̡͠v͘͞e͢ ̛t҉͟o̧ ͡do͘ ̸̵i͘t͏ ̛̀t̢͝h̸̸̵i͢͝͏ś͏ ̡̀t̴͝i̴͘m҉̷e͢,̸̀ ͝͠J͠o̸h̸͏n̴̢.̡

I know, but-

I̧t͜͡’͢s̢̢ ̀rȩal̀̕͝ly̶̢ ̴f̵̶͏i̸̕n͏͜e̡͞.҉̢͠

[At that, the elevator doors open once again to the Tip Top Club. With Ursula, Kylo Ren, and Cornelia’s photo’s now in grayscale, the room is starting to look a lot bigger now that so few people are still alive. John is still here, but he is very noticeably sitting further away from the tables sitting in front of the stage. He smiles when the guests enter, but it seems a little off. It’s hard to tell if all the death of innocent people is wearing on him or if he is just genuinely afraid of you guys.]

Feel free to take as much time as you want. I'll be right here if you have any questions.

Comments

[theduck]

Oswald, please. We don't want to think that you would do something like this, but we have to make sure.

What were you doing last night?

[forgottenfounder]

[Donald's voice makes him pause - partly because he has to contemplate what the duck is saying, and also because Donald is...

He shakes his head.]

I... is it really that important?

[theduck]

It might be. That's what we're trying to find out, isn't it?

[forgottenfounder]

[His gaze flickers away, over Donald, over the others, to the ceiling.]

...I'm not sure I should tell you.

[nocasetoobig]

[oh

oh no.

oh no.]

Were you...meeting with someone?...

[forgottenfounder]

[He stiffens a little.

He looks at Chip. Then to the ceiling.




Oswald pops one of his feet right off the leg and quickly rubs it against his head.]

And they say I'm the lucky one...

[nocasetoobig]

Oswald, who!?!

[was that a voice crack]

[forgottenfounder]

[Okay now he's just tumbling off his podium now. Thanks, lack of balance.]

I can't tell you!

[pause]

I'm not supposed to. It's not safe.

[hallotween]

I mean, you've been not telling this whole time, and Cornelia sure wasn't safe. What's the harm?

[nocasetoobig]

[on his way over]

For you or for us!?

[boy he sounds hurt]

[keyofimagination]

[Suddenly, that distorted voice speaks up.]

Y͟o̵ù҉̷ ̡̀͝c҉̸a҉͝n̶ ̧̛t̴̀͠e̡̛l͘͠l̵̨͘ ̢̛͏t̕͟h͟e̵m͞,̛̕ ̷O̡͠s̢͝w͡a̴͟͡l̵d̶̛̕.̕ ̵̢I͝ ͢͡p͞r̴͡o̵̕͝m̕҉í͞şe̛ ̸̴͏i̧̡t̨ ͢w̛͏̢o͘n҉҉'t̷ ͜pu͠҉t͟ ̕a͠ǹ͡y̵͏ ̸͝ó͞f̧ ̕͏yo̴̕u͞ ҉i̕n҉̷ ̨m̡ơŗe̷̕ ͟͞d̷an̸ǵ̵́e̶҉r͘.̨̕

[forgottenfounder]

[He was kind of scooting away from the chipmunk, but the voice speaking up halts him, as he hopes it does to anyone trying to come and get answers.

Oswald looks out over the group, what's left of it anyway... and he sighs.]

Alright, Rod. You got me. I'm the mole.

1/3

[nocasetoobig]

You...

2/3

[nocasetoobig]

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

3/3 done

[nocasetoobig]

[you just proved Ratigan right. maybe he is naive.]

[forgottenfounder]

[Oswald's heart is breaking... if he had one.]

...I didn't kill Cornelia. That much is true.

[nocasetoobig]

Yeah? But you've still been spying on us?

[hallotween]

... Was the trap for you?

[theduck]

[can he not make one friend that doesn't end up betraying his trust. please]

Why? What was possibly worth betraying the rest of us?!

[forgottenfounder]

I wasn't betraying you! I've never betrayed any of you!

[keyofimagination]

[The voice sounds angry at Donald's tone.]

D̶ơ̧ǹ̵͞'̴t̴̀͘ ̧ỳ̷̨o͘͠u̷ ́͟d̶́a̴͞r͏ȩ ͝a̷͞͡c͡t ͏͟͞l͞i̸̡k͡͞ȩ͟͠ ̡͏t̶́ḩ͢i̵̛s͟ ̕w͜͢͢aş ̨͟h̴i̴̢͏s̢͝ ̸fa͡ù̵̴l͜ţ͏̵.̀͘ ̛͝͝ ̸͞Ţ̷̕h̸̶͠is̨ ́w̵̕a͡͠ś ͏̶m҉y҉ a̛͞͡l̷͡l͢͜ ̧́i͡d̢͟͠e̵̸͝a͞ ̴̨̕a̷̕n̴̕͞d̶̕ ͠I҉͢ ̸d̵̀͢o͠n̕'̶͠t̵ ̛́w̡͡an͠t͜ ̴́a̡ņ̷͟y ̨̀o̸͝͝f̸ ҉̕y̨͡o͘ù͢ ̢͝t̀͜h͜͝i̵̡̕nkįn͢͜g͞ ̨́t̵ha̸t O̴s̸ẁ͡a͞l͘d̀ ͘i̡͜s̢͘ ̢͡t̵͘o̡ b̧͠l̷͡a̸̧͠m̸͠e̢͢ ͘͟͠f̸͞o͝ŕ͟ ͢t̕ḩ̡̨i͟s̷͠.

I̢t̵̀ ̡̢d͞o̡e͞s͏͏n͜͝'̵t͢͝ ̕͡m̧̛a̕͘t̡͢͡te̛͜r̸͘͞ ҉͡͠a͢͝nỳ̧͢ḿ̷o̡͟re̶̴,̵͘ ́re̷̛g͘ąr̷͘dl̵e͏s͟s̀.̢ ́͠ ̶̡́H̷͟e̷͘͠'͝s no͝t͘͏ ҉w̵o̧r̨҉͡k͝i͏͏n̕g̸ ͢fo̷r̨͘͡ ̵͢͞m̨͠͡é ͡҉a͘ny͏̴m̢o͢͠r̸e̡.̶̧

[hallotween]

[...]

What did you tell him? What did you give him?

[forgottenfounder]

At the beginning? Not a lot. I only told him what we were all up to during the week, or if anyone was trying to escape.

After a while, I didn't tell him anything, because that didn't matter.

[theduck]

...Why not? Is this about the mole? Do you not think you can trust us?

[forgottenfounder]

No! Not... [Huff huff. This is maddening.] Not that.