FOURTH INVESTIGATION

[grimgrinningghosts]

[After over a month of all this, all the death is starting to take a toll on this mansion. Maybe with the death that happened just yesterday, you hope that no one else will die this week, but even the most optimistic guests here will realize that's wishful thinking at this point.

Either way, as you leave your bedroom, you will hear strange music echoing through the hallways.

Investigate?]

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[terribibble]

They... they hit hard enough they dented his motherboard.

I can't fix that.

[And he's not even a little bit torn up about it. No. Goodness no.]

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford's shoulders fall, and he gives Fiddleford's shoulder a sympathetic squeeze.]

I'm sorry. You did what you could.

[terribibble]

I've got it. I'm keepin' it. I could fix it if I could get the right parts. There's just nothin' in this house to get them out of.

[But there might be eventually. New rooms keep opening up. New things keep getting spat out of the slot machine in the game room. Eventually there's got to be some kind of electronic that he can cannibalize.]

[sixfingeredstan]

We'll keep our eyes peeled. There's got to be something. And like I said—if anyone can fix him, it's you.

[Ford really, really hopes that's the case.]