Third Investigation

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Another week has passed by and thank goodness no more ghosts have killed any of you (yet). But almost as soon as you leave your bed room you realize something is off. Something is frightfully off this morning, it seems.

Investigate?]

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[whistlenotchirp]

[Well good. The pool table hasn't used its area of effect attacks yet.

He moves past the body of Lefou (fun) to the study. He can appreciate a room of knowledge building and its honestly inevitable that someone might ruin it.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Oh poor Jiminy.

There is a lot of blood in the study and someone is laying on the floor, eerily still. Her back is turned to Jiminy, but with her unique body shape it is instantly clear who it is.

Sylvia is dead.]

[whistlenotchirp]

[Oh no.

Oh no no no no no.

He scurries back and forth, split between racing to help and getting help. Eventually he manages a:]

SOMEBODY! ANYBODY! WE GOT ANOTHER ONE! [Before racing over to the dino lady.]

[capulion]

[Kiara comes running, for the second time today, and comes to a screeching, sliding halt.

Oh no.]

There's no way she's still...?

[That's too much to hope, right?]

[whistlenotchirp]

S-She's not like us. Her pulse could be somewhere else than usual!

[Cause he doesn't feel anything on her neck...]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Not so fast, Jiminy. As he gets closer to Sylvia, he should notice that something or someone is clinging to her.]

[whistlenotchirp]

[He screeches a little before hesitantly hopping to the other figure.

Blank I swear to god you better not.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Even if Jiminy didn't talk to him, the fact that he and Sylvia were practically joined at the hip should make it blatantly obvious who it is. He looks calm, like he just fell asleep against Sylvia. If only he didn't have a large gash in his stomach and he wasn't breathing.

Wander is dead.]

[ilovepuppies]

Captain...?

[Star is standing in the doorway. She heard the commotion and came running.]

[whistlenotchirp]

[He pulls his hat from his head, trying to halt his harsh breathing.

"At least we don't have to tell him" is the first thought he thinks and its sickening.]

They're gone.

[capulion]

[Once the shock wears off of seeing someone else, it starts to sink in who it is.

No. Of everyone here... the gentlest, the most determined to see the best. No. No!!!]

NO!

[kindaruledatit]

[There he is. The kind little alien guy she danced with at the party, the guy who was comforting her at every afterparty. He was with his closest companion in the universe, and it would have looked almost peaceful if he wasn't dead.

dead.

Wendy stumbles back, fists clenched white. Tears are definitely stinging her eyes with the way she shakes her head.]

No way... this can't be happening!

[nobodyperfect]

[Lea races up when Jiminy calls, and his face goes ashen when he sees the two lying there.

No. Oh no. This... This can't be real, can it?]

[aboyandhiscar]

[Mike's done checking out the other rooms when he hears the cry for help, but he can see just fine from the door. He stares a long minute at the bodies, then takes a breath.

Least he got to play his banjo one more time.]

[trashcubes]

[hey gang, what's happening in...]

oh... Oh noooo...

[robots cannot cry but the noise WALL-E makes may as well be]

[sixfingeredstan]

[Once he finishes up in the bathroom, Ford finally makes the trip to the study where Sylvia and Wander lie, to pay his respects. His heart is dreadfully heavy, his eyes red-rimmed, his five-o-clock shadow looking more like a ten-o-clock shadow.

He waits until it's clear, and then kneels down beside them, bowing his head and letting his grief flow over him. Who did this? Why does this keep happening, week after week?]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry we couldn't keep this from happening. I—I'm glad the two of you are together, at least.

[This is unbearable. They'd been his friends. He'd had so many good moments with the both of them over the past month. And now they're just...gone.]

[pardonmylanguage]

[Tip places a hand on Wander's cold shoulder...and breaks down sobbing.] No...no! Who-who's going to keep everyone together? We need you, Wander...don't go...

[capulion]

What the-?

[She goes to check on Sylvia too, when she notices that and stumbles backwards.]

[kindaruledatit]

[what now

Wendy was getting a bit closer, but now she doesn't know what to do.]

Who... is it?

[kindaruledatit]

[of course

Wendy breaks away from the first body party when she knows that Ford and the rest can handle it, and she hurries up to the second floor.

She skids to a stop at the first sight of the body.]

No! What...!!