foolishmortals | SIXTH INVESTIGATION

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SIXTH INVESTIGATION

[It's another week, and we're fast approaching two months in the mansion. Maybe you're used to people dying on Friday, but maybe you hope the deaths will stop before there are none of you guys left. However, any hope that this will be a normal Friday for once will be completely dashed when you realize that there is a smokey smell hanging in the air when you first wake up.

Investigate...?]

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[In case you were wondering what that smokey smell was coming from. The kitchen looks like it had been set on fire last night. Luckily the damage doesn't seem so bad that the kitchen is unusable, but it appears to have been a substantial fire.

There is also another charred body lying on the floor.]

[Oh holy shit. She feels sick but is the body identifiable?]

[Most of their upper body is completely charred. However, with most of you accounted for and the melted glasses, if you squint, you will soon be able to tell who that person once was.

Fiddleford is dead.]

[You know what? You know what's going to happen? A coughing fit. Not because of the smoke, either.

Congratulations, Fiddleford. You might kill a young girl by dying.]

[mmmmmmmmmm ok she. she has to do something, about this.]

Come on Anna, you... shouldn't have to see this.

[Please don't die, Anna, you're the last Anna they have.]

[Thanks, Wendy. She swallows and nods. He had promised her that this wouldn't happen. Karolina promised that they would get out. Tip had--ugh. All of this was giving her a headache again. Quietly she looks towards the door. Maybe the fact that she was coughing so hard would cover up the tears.]

Right... let's go.

[Ugh. It smells like Tadashi in here.]

[Everyone makes promises that they hope they can keep. Wendy sure was thinking about how much she'd like to be in gravity falls with Karolina right now. She'd rather be anywhere else but here, die anywhere else.]

Yeah.

[...The least she can do is help Anna, she's got her hands out if the girl coughs so hard she has trouble breathing. One guiding hand on her shoulder.]

...I'm sorry. We'll figure this out. [it sounds kind of empty now.]

...No.

[Ford goes eerily still, stopping in his tracks as soon as he sees those glasses. The physique, all too familiar. Suddenly, it feels like everything around him has stopped; his vision swims, and he blinks hard, trying to see clearly. Hoping that if he blinks enough times, his vision will clear and he'll see that he was mistaken after all.

But it doesn't work. He's holding his breath, and his vision is still swimming, and when he finally wipes the tears out of his eyes, it's still Fiddleford lying there, burnt. Still his husband.

Still his husband.

Wordless, Ford collapses to all fours and lets out a loud, anguished bellow, directing all his sorrow, all his disbelief and rage and despair into the linoleum. He waited fifty goddamn years for this. Waited fifty years to be with the man he's always loved, and not a week later, it's over. He's gone.

Ford's heart is gone.]

[There he is.

Wendy almost doesn't catch who it is at first, but the glasses tart to give it away. There's only one other person in the house that it could be, and her hands fly to her mouth when she realizes it.

She's frozen for a good few seconds, realizing who this is, what it means. Time... was time going to change? Their world? Did any of that even matter?

No, no it didn't. Because right now, all she could do was stand back and nearly jump out of her skin as Ford gets all of his despair out at once. She's definitely wiping tears from her eyes. Everything they talked about, all they planned...

It was with a crushed heart that Wendy realized, maybe they really were stuck here.]

[After catching a glimpse of Maui's dead body, Mike was struck silent. How anyone could even manage to take out the big guy was beyond him, but there it is. He'd backed away, following others to the kitchen....

And stopped, frozen by the door once the second body was identified.

All this time, constantly reassuring him he'd be fine, utterly believing he could change his own future, giving the scientist a grin no matter how dire the situation. . .all that, for nothing. Maybe it really was just empty reassurance, and this whole time Fiddleford knew it. . .

Mike's thoughts race in his head, and for a brief moment, he imagines the body looks different, more like . . .nope nope, he shakes the image out of his head, dismissing the thought of his best friend, someone who Fiddleford reminded him of right down to his shrill screaming.

And it's Ford's own screams that bring Mike back down to earth, really hammering in just how much of a blow it all is. He rubs awkwardly at his neck, wanting to go comfort the old man, but for now, unable to bring himself to do so.

So he just backs away, letting the investigation get underway.]

Mother of God...

[This is a damn mess. Ford's gaze sweeps over the whole charred kitchen before settling on the focal point: a second body. No. Another double murder? Really?

Dread fills every limb of his body all over again as he moves closer, praying to God it's just...someone. A random stranger. Not one of his friends again.]

[THIS IS GREAT, everything about this is fiiiine.

The kitchen is a disaster area, but the worst part is certainly the second body on the floor. She knew it, she knew this couldn't just be it.

But she hoped as they got closer that it was at least someone they didn't know.]

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