FINAL INVESTIGATION

[grimgrinningghosts]

[It’s Wednesday morning, and when the 8 remaining guest wake up, they’re greeted to a soft song playing in the distance. Even with the stress of the past few months, the song helps puts the living guests at east, a beam of hope in the dark times.

As the guests go to investigate the noise, they will find themselves heading to the casino. On a nearby card table, there is a pigeon with a key in their mouth, they’re docile enough to let you pet them if you want, but don’t expect them to stay around for long. As soon as all either guests enter the room, they drop the key and fly away.

A small note is attached to it, reading:]

I wish I could help more, but this key should help aid you on the journey that lies ahead of you. I believe in you all.

-Walt

[When they look for the door the key works on, they’ll quickly realize that there’s a locked door near the back of the casino, the key is a perfect match for it. When they open the door, they are greeted by a stream of moving carriages, Doombuggies, as it were, heading towards an inky black tunnel. It’s not exactly the most… normal way to investigate the mansion, but according to Walt this is the best bet you guys have.

As the remaining guests get inside the Doombuggies, they’ll find that the dark tunnel seems to stretch on forever, and you can feel them slowly go down, down, down. You might start to wonder how this tunnel even fits into this mansion, but this mansion never fit into normal reality, has it?

Eventually, as the Doombuggies take you further and further down, the guests will start to notice a branching path in front of them, either through sheer coincidence or some presence guiding the guests, they will find that no matter what they do, they’ll find themselves evenly split, going through the separate forks in the track.

It keeps going until soon, the ride comes to a sudden stop. A voice is heard through the halls.]

Playful spooks have interrupted our tour, please stay seated in your... Doombuggy. We will proceed in just a moment.

[But no matter how long they wait, the “ride” doesn’t start back up again. While it’s still dark down here, there’s enough light to make out a passageway besides the buggies, no matter which path the guest ended up taking.

Investigate?]

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[grimgrinningghosts]

[There are approximately four cells, each labeled differently by gold ornate playing.

“DEMIGOD”, “ENTREPRENEUR”, "APE MAN", GHOST HOST”

Any you want to start with?]

[sixfingeredstan]

[OH....BOY.

Okay. This is fine. There's nobody in there, right, it's just...cells. They have to get to the bottom of this.

Ford steps cautiously toward the one labeled 'DEMIGOD' to get a better look.]

I'm glad Lefou isn't here.

[grimgrinningghosts]

[There's a bed, and a surprisingly-modern-looking toilet. It's currently unoccupied.]

[sixfingeredstan]

[Anything else of note in here? Because...well, Tarzan.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well you haven't checked GHOST HOST's cell yet.]

[sixfingeredstan]

[DARK MOD SHOW HIM THE FORBIDDEN GHOST HOST.

Let's just see what's going on in this joint over here!]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[... There sure is a headless corpse in that prison cell.]

[sixfingeredstan]

[WHY IS IT ALWAYS HIM WITH THE HEADLESS CORPSES.

His heart heavy, Ford squints between the bars to get a better look. Is it a familiar corpse? Like, maybe that of their old buddy Lawrence?]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[It might look vaguely familiar, especially with a head laying close to the body.

It's your old friend Lawrence, Ford.]

[defyingfrigidity]

Oh no...

[Oh no. Ohhhh no. This doesn't look good. If things didn't look ominous before, this just... made everything worse.

While Ford approaches the Demigod cell, Elsa approaches the one labelled ENTREPRENEUR.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[There's a bed, and a surprisingly-modern-looking toilet. It's currently unoccupied.]

[defyingfrigidity]

[... Huh. There's nobody inside currently, but is there any sort of hint that it was occupied at some point?]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Nope. It looks to have been saved for someone.]

[amadeusrockette]

[Welp the adults went in so Julia follows them, still holding Anna's hand, and peers into the APE MAN cell. Because this isn't gonna go badly.]

Anna, do you see anything in the other cell?

[grimgrinningghosts]

[There's a bed, and a surprisingly-modern-looking toilet. It's currently unocc-

No, Tarzan is in here. He is slumped up against the wall, unwashed and unkept, defeated. He's seemingly sleeping at the moment.

This one is an oddity because, outside of the cell, there is what appears an animatronic dog holding a set of keys in it's mouth, looking directly at Tarzan. It's immobile and unresponsive.]

[outsidethecircle]

Tarzan!

[The actual Tarzan and not the fat old guy.]

[amadeusrockette]

Mr. Pines! [Julia's voice raises in alarm once she's realized what the fuck is in the cell she's looking into.] Tarzan's in here!

[What happens . . . if she tries to take the keys from the dog?]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Do you really want to try? It looks like they can come off pretty easily.]

[amadeusrockette]

Hey, boy. [Yes, she is going to try and take the keys.] Can I borrow these?

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Success! The keys are successfully taken out of the dog's mouth.

...A machine gun slowly emerges from the robot dog's mouth, and Tarzan startles awake, groggily.

He gets out one "GUYS! before it opens fire into the cell.]

[outsidethecircle]

[What the living hell was that about?! Sorry, Julia, she's going to let go and jump back.]

Tarzan--!

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford's eyes go wide, and he immediately reaches out to pull Julia and Anna away from the gun...dog.]

Tarzan, no! Oh, good God....

[This isn't pretty. Not one bit.]

[grimgrinningghosts]

[....so in case it wasn't obvious after it stops firing after a solid 50 seconds, Tarzan is dead.

Given the bloody bullet-riddled body, that shouldn't be a surprise.]

[defyingfrigidity]

[HOLY WHAT

Elsa tries to reach out her hand, to put up some kind of barrier between that thing and Tarzan, but it's no use... it was too fast...]

No...!

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford, hearing the alarm in Julia's voice, skids over to the cell and feels the color drain from his face.]

Hot Belgian waffles.

[He pounds a fist against the bars.]

Tarzan! Are you...god, please tell me you're alive.