Well this is a dead end, or is it let pull a batman and look into this as far as we can.
Hmm maybe we could ask them a few question? like what his was doing right before all of this etc…
Well this is a dead end, or is it let pull a batman and look into this as far as we can.
Hmm maybe we could ask them a few question? like what his was doing right before all of this etc…
No time. You guys should hurry home to get some rest.
Well then to home and to sleep. Unless someone has broken into our house.
It’s never too late, Diamondking.
~~
February 3rd
TTV Law Offices
8:23 PM.
BEEP BEEP
Click
???: Hello? HELLO? Somebody help!
Kahi: Wh-who is this?
???: No time. Just please, open your door! He’s onto me?
Kahi: WHO? Who’s onto you?
???: Looch. He’s finally compromised me. This is bad news, Kahi. NOW PLEASE OPEN YOUR DOOR!!
Plural stumbles onto the floor and locks the door.
Plural: Oh gosh, he’s done it. He cracked my code. Now I’m gonna be in a world of PAIN!
Kahi: Just calm down, Plural. Now, I’ll call the police.
Plural: No time! Hide me, please!
Kahi: Alright! Stay behind that counter! I’ll go confront him… With whatever I have.
Kahi closes the door behind him and goes down the hallway. He doesn’t see Looch.
Kahi: Hello? HELLO? Is anyone down here?
Kahi looks outside of a window. The Eggo truck is down in the parking lot, but no other cars besides Kahi’s are. Kahi turns around to go back to his room. His door is opened.
Kahi: Oh no… No no no no no…
I pull the shotgun i had stored in my pants.
/s
I go back to the door, And i look in.
Ask Plural for a waffle!.. No?
Look in your room!
Kahi: Oh no… Oh please no…
Kahi: PLURAL! Are you alright?
Plural: Hmm, well does it look like that to you? Kahi, please. I need paper to write my will… My system collection… Cannot be left to anyone but my family… If I even have one…
Kahi hands him paper and a pen.
Plural: No, to the body, stupid.
Kahi hands the body paper and pen. However, it proves to be impossible to write.
Plural: Oh no, he’s gonna take my system sets too.
Kahi: Please, Plural. Don’t panic. I’m gonna call 911. You can live.
Plural: No I won’t. I really, really will not.
Kahi: … Okay you’re right on that.
Plural: Kahi…
Kahi: Yes?
Plural: Cronk…
Kahi: WHAT IS IT?
Plural: Cronk is a… A… Scruuuub.
Sounds Legit
Plural dies that instant. Kahi begins to panic. However, as he turns toward the phone, Prpl has blood on her hands.
Kahi: !
Prpl: How did this even happen? One moment I’m eating snacks, and the next I have this… Blood on my hands… Or whatever the heck it is. I think it’s blood? I should probably taste it to figure it out.
Kahi: Please don’t.
Oh why Plural, why. you where so young, If only i pulled my shotgun out sooner.
Please do I would like to join you.
Use Plural’s mask as a soccer ball for saying that!
Ask Prpl if she did it!
#Prpl killed me!
Ya know what dat means?
Due to the Plural Code of Plurality, the truck passes on to nearest murderer who’s name starts with P. Congrats, Prpl!
Actually, let’s ask Prpl if she saw what happened.
February 4th, 2016
Detention Center
3:30 PM
Kahi: …
Prpl: Well that was a fun first night. You really know how to give a welcoming ritual.
Kahi: I swear I didn’t plan any of this.
Prpl: Whatever. (Munches on snacks.)
Kahi: Look, I have absolutely no idea what happened last night. At first some waffle guy comes knocking at my door, and then suddenly I run down the hall, but when I come back the waffle guy is decapitated and you have BLOOD on your hands! What’s the deal there?
Prpl: Honestly I’m as confused as you.
I am PSwagMeister now.
That Guard still creeps me out…