foolishmortals | FOURTH TRIAL

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FOURTH TRIAL

[To what I'm sure is everyone's joy after a sad investigation like that, after everyone reaches the Stretching Room, Oogie's voice can be heard.]

Is this haunted room actually stretching? Or is it just your imagination?

[Well at least he's honoring Ghostave's memory, except he starts laughing, almost tauntingly, after he says that.

In the very least the graveyard seems identical, with three new epitaphs for our dearly departed.

Here lies Lea
Slaying bugs he made a name
And got sent to the deadliest game

Here lies WALL-E
They were our dearest friend
But that didn’t help them in the end

Here lies Tarzan?
????
?????

... Ok then.

Oogie speaks before everyone can get to their tombstones.]

Don't keep me waiting!

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You know that'd only happen if I were the bad guy here, right? [Even though right now he looks like anything except an innocent person] What's there to spill?

Then who here is, man? And why won't you just come clean about the video if it doesn't bother you that much?

[Demyx passes his hands over his face, actually managing to grin]

Fine! Yeah, I saw myself die. But you said it yourself, just because it was there doesn't mean it's going to happen! You said that. So what does that matter?

Because you didn't just come out with it. Dude, you froze up just a moment ago when I mentioned it!

Dude, you're my friend so--if you want proof, I'll find proof, right here. Right now.

[how the fuck mike]

[That's a cheap shot, Mike, calling him friend and all. Demyx raises his eyebrows, actually showing surprise for a moment, and shakes his head]

Alright. If you think you can prove anything, then do it. I dare you!

[Is there really a way to conclusively prove Demyx was even involved with the murder? You tell him]

[Mike thinks long and hard about this. He's no genius, and honestly, he doesn't really have a clue. He hasn't known Demyx all that long, and it'd be a huge relief if he WASN'T the culprit. They can catch whoever did it, and maybe if there's no bad blood between them, they can go back and do another jam session.

. . .

Oh. Hey.]

Let me see your shoes. Are they dusty?

What do you think? This mansion is full of dust, of course there's going to be dust on them.

[As if that's going to help, he even shows the soles. Yeah, there's a lot of dust there]

Check yours too, they're going to be covered in dust too.

[Would you want to take a closer look? What's there to lose?]

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[SURE WHY NOT Mike does lean over to inspect his shoes more. It's almost a relief--besides, the culprit's shoes wouldn't be quiet as grimy as everyone else if they cleaned themselves up. Anything to note?]

Yep, mine too. But given it's the music room we're talking about, I wanted to make sure.

[Demyx pretty much jumps off the tombstone, landing on the ground and stumbling]

Yeah. No. There's nothing.

[With some luck you did notice that the boots looked a tad too...damp? Even the dust and dirt covering it is sticking a bit too well]

[Well first Mike has to help him with that stumble--MANNERS, even during accusations. But as his boots bump Demyx's. . .yeah, that's a little noticeable.]

Guess not--dude, did you step in a puddle or something?

[Ford's watching all of this cautiously, but when he hears that, his brows knit together.]

Are his shoes damp, Mike?

...There was nothing on the floor.

[Sawdust and grease, soap won't always remove grease from clothes but -]

Did you wash your shoes, Demyx?

[?????]

A little, yeah. But he's still dusty as anyone else.

...yeah. In the Laundry Room. It was all full of puddles. Of course my boots would get wet if I got there.

[It's a bit amazing how he can contradict himself without changing his tone]

But Lefou just said the floor there was dry.

That's--that...

[...oh. Demyx shuts up, most of his coldness leaving him. Instead he falls silent]

...Demyx. If there's anything we should know, I think it's best you come out and tell us now, before we go any further.

[WHAT THE FUCK, HE THOUGHT YOU WERE CHILL....]