Speaker was frantic, he needed a weapon if he wished to live throughout the night. He entered a workshop, and found a staple gun. Testing its weight, only to find it had a few staples in it. Dissatisfied, he grabbed a small hammer and tested it. “Hm, it’s not big enough to encourage Tiger’s Hammer fascin-“ A gun cocked behind him. Toaster stepped out from behind him. “So, you’re the killer huh Toaster?” said Speaker. “No, I’m not the killer,” said Toaster. “Then why do you have a gun?” retorted speaker. “Cause I’m...” Toaster pulls out sunglasses and a badge. “...an undercover Ninja.” “WHAT?!” Toaster nodded in amusement. “I spent several years undercover as a troll when in reality, I’ve been in a ninja for a long time. I even have a banhammer to prove it. And this killer is something personal to me.” Speaker was confused. “Personal?” Toaster shrugged. “He murdered my previous Ninja partner, Microwave. Unplugged that man faster than a gambler trying to get Loot Crate. In his dying breath, he begged me to get him an mechanic, but it was too late. He had died that day, and this killer was confirmed to be someone from Offtopic.” Speaker nodded, a little confused at the turn of events. “Okay...so if-“ “So I staged this lockup and the party to draw out the killer. I knew he couldn’t refuse a good old fashioned game of murder mystery!” Speaker was aghast. “So Chubby isn’t really dead?” Toaster shook his head fast, “Oh no he’s dead. He’s dead dead. The drink was poisoned before anyone sat down. And the killer knew that since we all got our own drinks except chubby. Still not sure how he knew it could kill him instantly.” “So let me get this straight, you locked up 11 people with a killer, locked the building up, and just hoped for the best?!” Speaker yelled. “Hey whoa whoa whoa whoa! This is a still a work in progress plan Speaker. This will all work out, trust me.” replies Toaster. “Yeah I think I’m better off on my own. Oh by the way, the posters? That you too? asked Speaker. “Oh god no, that was the actual killer. My artist work is awful” says toaster as he starts walking away. Speaker nods, “Good to know.” ————————————————— Elsewhere in the mansion hallways, Tiger is wandering alone with his thoughts. “Okay, you can survive a silly night of murder. Just one silly night. You’ve beaten Halo 2 on Legendary, you’ve fought and beaten Oryx on Destiny 1, you can do this. But what if I can’t?” Tiger looks around quickly as he tiptoes around. “What if I’m doomed to failure? No, I can’t think that way, I can do this! I AM THE MASTER OF MY OWN FATE! I CAN SUR- Holy-blam!-spiketraps.” Before him laid a sea of traps, not enough to kill initially, but enough to wound. If the traps didn’t kill, then the spikes would. “-blam!- me that was close! Well, this means I must go hardcore mode.” Tiger begins giggling like a maniac. “I’ve been fighting the urge for so long...but now it’s time to put on the SUIT...” ______________________________________ Near the kitchen, Graviton was stuck near the Ice machine. “Someone, anyone! Help!” Cell came rushing in. “Don’t worry damsel in- oh, hey Grav.” “Hey Cell. Can you get me outta this ice machine? My arm got stuck as I was getting ice for Xombies arm, heard he got it injured.” says Graviton. “I’m actually Cell-9, not Cell-3.” Says Cell. “I don’t -blam!-ing care if you’re Cell-goddamn prime or infinity get me the -blam!- outta here!” “Alright alright alright, calm down!” Says Cell. He opens up the box, and Graviton is freed. With a big hefty sigh, he puts his hand on Cell’s shoulder. “Right, thanks for that. Now, where’s Cell-3?” asked Graviton. “Dunno, I was looking for him when you started calling. We got lost in the Art gallery.” “Any changes the pictures?” Cell shrugged. “Not really. Strange how they put mousetraps on Cell-3s picture.” Graviton was confused by that. “Mousetraps?” But before he could ask further, they heard a siren, the sound of the President under assault. Cell-9 perked up, “NO! CELL-3 IS IN DANGER!!! I MUST SAVE HIM!!” “Cell-9 wait!” It was too late. Both Cells were racing toward each other, with Graviton on their heels. He lost them in the Art gallery, but could still hear them. “WHERE ARE YOU CELL?!” yelled C9. “-blam!- me,” said graviton. He had no way of know where both their voices were coming from. This entire place was like a megaphone, or Xombies temple during sex hour. Then, screams ensued. Graviton races in the direction of the screams. When he entered the hallway, he saw Cell-3 and Cell-9 impaled by the spikes, their internal circuitry sparking and bleeding oil. “-blam!-ing...shoudl$$@/ take/n..the..de$k...jo-jo-job...” says Cell-3 before his lights turn off. “I blame...Loot crate)/)&2 for the..@&$eer..’bja....” Cell-9 was dead too. One had conflicting ideas, and now there were only 10. Something no one should ever dare see. Part 4: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/251632662/0/0