FIFTH INVESTIGATION

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Ten deaths have occurred in this mansion, one guest is still completely missing from the mansion with no clue where he is. How many more deaths with occur in this mansion? Will the remaining guests ever know a time when they don't have to worry about someone close to them dying each week?

Nothing seems immediately off, but you should all know by now to never trust Fridays.

Investigate?]

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[grimgrinningghosts]

[The blood trail leads to... The trophy room.]

oh good i was right

[terribibble]

[WELL YEAH THAT TRACKS (Get it. Tracks). That's about the most murdery room in the house.

He follows the blood trail with about as little enthusiasm as it's possible to have for anything and into the trophy room. Is there a pile of bodies. Is everyone dead.]

Re: oh good i was right

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford is right there behind him, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.]

it's fine it's friendly

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Oddly enough there are no immediate bodies in the trophy room. However, it should be noted that the blood leads right to a pile of the Scar pelts. ]

[terribibble]

[DOES HE HAVE TO UNCOVER A BODY I SWEAR TO GOD]

Is there... do you think there's somethin' under there. Oh, please let there not be anythin' under there.

[He already touched a dead body for an extended period of time last week and he's in no hurry to do it again, but... well. He transfers his coffee cup to just one hand and attempts to move the pelts. Please let there be nothing under them. It's just a big pile because there's a lot. How are there so many? Jesus Christ.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[It's sure is a lot of pelts, Scar must have died a lot of times. But as Fiddleford looks through it he should realize something.

... One of the pelts is a lot lighter than the other ones.]

[terribibble]

[Wait. Wait.

Wait.

Fuck.]

Kiara?

[kindaruledatit]

What. No.

[No. No??? NO????]

No, no, no, no, no!

[sixfingeredstan]

No.

[Ford's voice is muffled from talking into the hands covering his face. He's not about this life.]

Please tell me someone didn't....

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Hey, how do you know it's Kiara? Besides the fact that, getting a close look at her face shows that it couldn't be anybody but Kiara. Her face eerily blank from the lack of muscles and bones in her body.

Kiara is dead]

[terribibble]

[what the fUCK]

Someone -- someone --

[SKINNED HER and like okay look. An animal won't have the same impact on him as a person. That just isn't how it works. But she was a talking animal. He explained the fourth of July to her. It's... complicated, how he feels about this. It's bad. It's just bad. It's just really really bad, okay?]

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford kneels down to look over Kiara's sad, shapeless skin with sorrow. He hadn't been incredibly close to her, but he'd made a friend in her, and the naturalist in him feels very sorrowful indeed. She'd been one of a kind.]

How did they do this. And where's...

[Where's the rest of her?]

[outsidethecircle]

Forget how, why did they do this?!

[Yep. Anna is now here and she's not happy.]

[defyingfrigidity]

[Oh god. Oh god it's a gruesome death and there are kids still here. If there's one thing that severe apathy and depression can't beat out of Elsa it's her big sister instinct, so as soon as she realizes Anna is there with them, she turns to face her, being as gentle as she can as she puts her hands on the younger girl's shoulders.]

Anna... I-I know you like to help investigate these things, but you and Tip... you can't do it this time, okay? You can't... [She pauses, because god she has to fight down a wave of nausea.] You can't be the ones to find... everything.

[her skinless corpse is what she's trying to say but she can't get the words out.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well there's one way to find out, huh?]

[sixfingeredstan]

[...Shit. They're going to have to hunt for her carcass now, aren't they.

He stands up heavily, and looks around the room, looking for more blood trails. Entrails. Anything.]

[amadeusrockette]

[hey so how's the second floor looking? like, say if someone decided "nah. i'm not in the mood to see whatever's going on up there i'm gonna stay right the fuck here."]

[kindaruledatit]

[Hey ya'll, Wendy's back. She's a bit paler then before. Good thing she hasn't had breakfast yet.

She is definitely not looking directly at Kiara's shapeless form.
And whenever she does she lets out the smallest breath. She was a good friend.]

There's... gotta be more to her. Somewhere.

cw: vomit?

[kindaruledatit]

[Wendy knows how to hunt animals, she knows the methods to skin them too. Her dad's training paid off in that regard.

But now that she's looking down at someone who she had thought of as nothing but a good friend... and was now missing everything except her skin... She's just instantly filled with rage and despair, anger and tears burning in her eyes as she takes this in.

She just.... has to leave suddenly. To be sick, over here. In this corner.

Yup.]

[defyingfrigidity]

[... Man and just when Elsa had maybe started to make progress on not being a reclusive mess. She doesn't really feel any better but after her dream and the discussion they had yesterday about it, she's been feeling a little more willing to get up and check things out.

... So of course this had to happen.]

What-?!

[OH GOD WHAT CAN YOU EVEN SAY TO THIS???]

[kindaruledatit]

[.............................

At the very least, Wendy's gonna root through the pile in case there's any tiny dead people in it???]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well...]

[sixfingeredstan]

[oh, no.

Carefully, avoiding the blood, he follows the trail over to that pile to get a closer look. ]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well there is something...]

[kindaruledatit]

[She almost literally just passes by but WELP.

Looks like she's following Fiddleford this time.]