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Day ONE

It was a bright, sunny morning, filled with happy people going about their usual business. People were shopping and working, walking from place to place, and talking to their good friends. But soon, everyone’s interest was drawn to a large list on the “Community Talk” board.

On the list was the names of everyone in town, save for one person.

“Geeze, Rai is playing a practical joke again? I don’t even get this one,” a resident complained.

“Me neither! I mean, so what if there is a list with all of our names on it? What is she going to do with it? What a strange little girl.” A number of other people agreed with this statement, and murmurs were heard from every end of the crowd, wondering what the list was there for. Maybe it was to make prank telephone calls, or she was going to say “Are you on the list?” trying to copy everyone’s favorite TV show, Zeroes. She’d be the only non-Zero, of course, and feel immensely special.

It was only a matter of time before everyone began to tear themselves away from their speculations and go back to their everyday activities. No one noticed that the assumed prankster herself was no where to be found, until one of her friends tried to call her for lunch. The phone rang and rang, but no one answered. “Where is she?” he wondered out loud, until her voicemail came on.

“Sorry,” came a voice that was most definitely NOT Rai’s. “Lady Rai is a little too indisposed at the moment to pick up her phone. If you look at the Community Board, you’ll see why.” A loud cackle was heard from the phone as the person turned to look at the community board.

Hanging there, from a rope tied around her neck, was Rai. Her body was covered in dried blood and her clothes were stained a dark red. Her mouth was carved into a smile, and there was a sign on her shirt. "Enjoy," the phone said, as if it was timing everything. The line went dead.

Her friend screamed, and attention was drawn to the dead body. More shrieking ensued. People crowded around the body, too afraid to get any closer, yet too curious to go away. They all wanted to know what the sign said, but no one could read it. It was written extremely small on the paper.

Finally, one brave person made their way up to her body. They took one look at the sign, and read it aloud.

“Let the games begin!”

Day THREE - Good Salsa, no?

The day was, yet again, clear and sunny. The people in the town of Sniperville were somewhat on edge over the recent killings, but who was to say that it wasn’t a onetime thing? Maybe the deaths of these people would just blow over as unsolved mysteries, and no one else would die. With that mindset, they continued on with their lives, working and shopping.

At one of the local café’s, couple of the week `Aine Chievious and `Kashi were meeting for lunch to discuss how to dissuade the rest of the townspeople of their apparent love for each other. Kashi sat down across from Aine, and was facing the community board.

“Kashi, I don’t know how we’re going to convince people that we’re not going out. I mean, I could go stabby time on some people if we need it. What do you think?”

“I don’t think stabby time is a good option. We’ve just had murders. I don’t even think it’s a good idea to mention that. For all they know, you’re a killer.” His attention was being drawn to the list that was on the board. Something was different about it…

Aine laughed. “Well, I don’t think that they’d jail me. I can’t get clues in jail, ya know?” Aine grinned, and pulled out two hand written notes. “I’ve been getting these slips sent to me in the mail. It looks kinda like Rai’s handwriting, but she’s dead, so I don’t know. But they’re from the killers, and I think we could use them to find out who they are. Don’t you?” Kashi didn’t respond. “Hey, Kashi. Kashi!”

He got up, and walked over to the board. Aine followed him, watching him with a curious expression. “Kashi?”

“Aine, look. The names of the people who died are marked out in blood. And MonJ’s name is blacked out, too. Who updated the list?” Aine looked over at it, and found Kashi was right.

“I don’t… I don’t know.” She frowned, and looked closer at it. “That’s so weird…”

Respectful Rhino walked up to them. “Yeah, I saw that this morning. It’s weird, innit?” Aine and Kashi both nodded. Rhino laughed. “I guess this is why the list came up. To remind us how many are left. Well, 3 out of 66 isn’t so bad.”

At that moment, in a blur of movement and one large sound, Rhino fell over, dead. Blood spilled from his head where the bullet had hit. Aine screamed. Kashi looked bewildered.

People rushed up to look at the body, and asked Aine if she had seen anything. She nodded. “Tell us!” someone urged.

“K-Kashi… H-h-he moved, and the next thing I know, Rhino was dead!” Kashi turned, shocked to stare at Aine.

“It wasn’t me!” he shouted. But they were having none of it. People dragged Kashi to the cell where MonJ was, and he looked up as Kashi was thrown in. “I swear to Zaeyde, guys, it wasn’t me!” The people ignored him and left the jailhouse, content that they had found a killer.

MonJ laughed. “Better in here and safe than out there and dead, right?” Kashi didn’t say anything.

Later that night, Aine had calmed down. After witnessing her friend kill someone, right in front of her face, she had been quite shaken up, but she was secure in her own home. “No one’s gonna get me,” she told herself happily as she began to prepare the salsa for tonight’s big party. There was going to be a small get together to celebrate the catching of a killer, and she was bringing the chips and salsa.

She hummed happily to herself as she cut up the tomatoes and peppers. She was safe.

“Ow,” she said when she nicked herself with the knife. A small amount of blood came out of the wound, and she put it in her mouth.

“Do it again,” someone said from behind her. Aine felt the fear wash over her.

“W-what?” Aine stuttered, too afraid to look around. “N-No, I’m not going to cut myself!”

“If you won’t cut yourself, I’ll just do it for you!” the CK said with a joyful laugh. Aine felt the pain sear through her mind as the CK sliced her throat. Seconds later, she was dead, and the CK was cutting her up into tiny, little pieces and feeding them into the blender.

At the party later that night, people had begun to wonder about Aine. The salsa had been delivered earlier, but she hadn’t shown up. “Maybe she’s still shaken up about the whole Kashi thing… I heard they were going out after she admitted her love for him the other day.”

“Oh really? I hadn’t heard that… I think that she ran away to save herself. That’s what I would do if I wasn’t so sure we had caught the killer.”

But one thing could be agreed upon… It was really good salsa.


#25, Respectful Rhino, was sniped
#6 `Aine Chievious, your NR, was crazily killed
#12, `Kashi, was jailed

Day FIVE - Death of a G-team

“Don’t come near me with that thing!” Reels said, glaring at the Sniper. She had spotted the Sniper in the trees, much to their surprise. Why someone would want to shoot her, especially on her walk, was a mystery to her.

“You can see me?”

“Naw dip, Sherlock,” she said, watching them. They stared down at her. Both of the people were just watching each other, neither moving. Reels was beginning to think that the Sniper would be so shocked that she could see them that they would leave.

The Sniper had other plans, sadly. Without moving his eyes, he pulled the trigger. The bullet shot her in the leg, and blood start coming out in a thick waterfall. She yelped in pain, and her hand went to her leg.

“Stop it, ---“ Right when she was about to say the Sniper’s name, they shot again, letting the bullet rip through her skull. She fell down, dead. Her blood filled the grass around her. The Sniper climbed out of the tree, and looked at her body.

“Too bad,” they said, and left.

Hours later, someone came bursting into town. “GUYS!”

No one looked over. Bellecat, now frustrated, yelled again. “HEY! GUYS! I FOUND A DEAD BODY IN THE WOODS!”

That got their attention. “Really,” Heart Shaped Toastie asked, looking at Belle.

“Yep!” she said, happy that people were paying attention.

“Who is it?”

Belle thought about it. “Err… I don’t know, actually. I just found a dead body.”

“Huh,” Toastie said.

“You found a dead body, yet you don’t know who it is? SUSPICIOUS!” Someone yelled. Belle looked at them.

“I agree! She must have killed them!” Someone else yelled. Belle stood there, staring at them like they were idiots.

“Because that makes sense,” she said. “Just because I don’t know who they are doesn’t mean I killed them,” she pointed out. But none of the GCDers wanted to listen to logic. Logic was for people who couldn’t jail killers.

They surrounded Belle, and the brand new pair of handcuffs that were bought after the recent arrests were slapped on her wrists. She looked down at the handcuffs, and then back up at the GCDers. “Idiots!” She said as they pulled her to jail.

“I’m not the killer!” she said when the jail was opened and the cuffs taken off.

“Save your breath,” Salvinorin said, looking at the new jail mate.

“They never believe you, anyways,” MonJ said with a half smile. “They didn’t believe all of us, at any rate.”

“Idiots,” Belle said, slumping down onto a chair next to Kashi. He was still depressed, apparently, because he didn’t even notice her. She was glaring at the ground with her arms crossed on her chest, mumbling on about how she wasn’t a killer and the GCDers were idiots for jailing her.

“Well, you did offer to work with the killers,” Salvinorin pointed out.

“You kinda deserved it,” MonJ pointed out.

A few hours afterward, the CK was preparing for their next kill. They had a target in mind; they had gotten a glimpse of her face on their last kill. They were going after her, tonight. She needed it, deserved it after saving Mercain.

The CK made their way through town, walking up to a door.

“You’re not getting in tonight, either,” Toastie’s voice came from above. She jumped down in front of the CK with a hard look in her eye. “I knew you’d be back here.”

“I didn’t come for Mercain, Toastie.” The CK laughed as horror shot across her face.

“N-no…” She said, backing up onto the door. “I… No!” she screamed as the CK moved forward with a large shard of glass in their hand. Toastie was too scared to move. She hadn’t expected this. She hadn’t thought they would try and kill her!

The CK’s hand shot out and stabbed the glass into her chest. The pain moved her to action, and she uppercut the CK. The CK stumbled backward, and Toastie lunged at them. The CK pulled out another shard, and slammed it into her eye. She screamed, and put her hand to her eye.

The CK took this opportunity to pulled out another shard and stick it into her heart, and other shard into her head. They pushed these shards into her body until she stopped moving. The CK pulled out her badge from her jacket, pinned it to her nose, and they left the body there to bleed.

#31, Reels, has been shot.
#43, Heart Shaped Toastie, your G-team, was CK’ed.
#51, Bellecat, was jailed.

Day SEVEN - Rock, Paper, Scissors

Alpha the White and buzzkid24 stood across from each other in the town’s square. Behind each of them was a group of 15 people, thinking that the person they didn’t vote for deserved to stay out of jail. A few stragglers stood behind neither of the two, but they were content with just watching.

“You’re trying to help the killers to save your own butt!” Alpha yelled as his 15 vigorously nodded. They all thought that Buzz was guilty of helping the killers, and that could not be tolerated.

“So what?” Buzz screamed. “We should be trying to FIND the killers instead of jailing people who are HELPING them. But nooooo, why would we want to find the killers? Jailing me will definitely help!” The 15 behind Buzz let out a long “yeahhhhhh” after he was done.

One of the neutral people came forward. “We could always have a contest to settle this, you know,” the guy said, looking between the two. “Like, a rock paper scissors type thing.”

“Okay,” both parties said unanimously. Buzz and Alpha came forward, and began their game to see who would be free to walk the streets another day.

“Rock…”

“Paper…”

“Scissors…”

“SHOOT!” Alpha came out with a flat hand, while Buzz’s was bunched up into a fist. “Paper beats rock,” the neutral announcer said, looking at Buzz. “Sorry, man, but you’ve got to go.”

Buzz relented, and nodded. “Okay, I’ll go quietly.”

“I have got to see this,” Alpha said with a big smile. “The killer helper going quietly, ha! It’s a good thing I won that game,” he gloated, staying a few inches behind Buzz while he walked, uncuffed, to the cell. When they got there, Buzz turned.

“I’d like to make an announcement,” he said dramatically. The cell opened. People waited for him to talk before he was thrown in. “It has come to my attention that…” Buzz grabbed Alpha, and pushed him into the cell, locking the door behind the bewildered man. “It has come to my attention that a really heavy rock would tear through paper, and Alpha needs to shut up once in a while,” Buzz said, turning toward the now locked cell. “Bye, buddy!” He said gleefully, as he walked away.

Turtle_Devil was bored. Ever since the killings had been going on, it seemed like nothing else was, and no one wanted to go out. At all. They moved in groups to their work and to their houses, hoping the killers would stick to their one kill per killer per day rule. So no one wanted to have a party, or go see a movie, or anything.

So she decided that she was going to be a rebel, and go to a movie on her own. She paid for a ticked to go see “Lite Nite,” a movie about some superhero or another. She didn’t really care which movie it was, just as long as she was there, defying everyone’s scared little unwritten rules.

Turtle bought her popcorn, and went into the theater. As was expected, she had the whole place to herself… Or so she thought. The Sniper had followed her from the shadows to the theater, and snuck into the small room in which they kept the film in. They sat in the room and waited for the theater to get dark, and the movie to start playing.

The Sniper went up to the window, and Turtle felt her heart beat faster as a tall shadow appeared on the screen. She screamed as two gun shots went off; one to break the glass, and another to pierce her skull. The screaming stopped as she slumped forward, dead and bleeding all over the sticky theater floor.

The Sniper ran out of the room and down the stairs, and snuck out the same way they had snuck in. The workers took no notice; they thought the shots and scream had come from the movie, not their customer. Her body was found when the cleaning crew was let in the theater. By that time, her blood was dripping out of her head. The staff called an emergency number, and was told someone was on their way.

That someone was the last G-teamer, Creticia. Her cell phone buzzed with a call from the scared theater workers, saying that there was a dead body. With Toastie gone, she was left alone to do all the work of protecting and keeping the town at peace. It was exhausting, that was for sure. Creticia pulled her coat on, and left her house, heading for the theater. Her G-Team badge was hidden under the jacket, and she moved from shadow to shadow, trying not to be spotted by anyone, lest she give her identity away. Usually, she wore a mask to all the crime scenes, so that no one would see her face.

Her cell phone buzzed again. She looked at it, and answered. “Hello?”

“Hello?” came a frightened voice. “Help!” the voice screamed.

“Hello? Where are you?!” Creticia said, trying to get them to talk to her.

“I… I’m in the town square. I… I got caught closing the story, and the person who was supposed to walk with me flaked, and now I think I’m going to die!”

“I’ll be right there,” Creticia said as she shut the phone. That was a lucky break for the CK, as she might have heard them laughing if she kept it open any longer. Creticia took of running, and arrived in the town square. There was no one there. “Hello?” she said, feeling as though she had walked into a trap.

When no one responded, she tried to run off, but a billow of smoke rose from the ground. It temporarily blinded her, and she began to cough. “So you’re trying to be a superhero… A good guy,” an evil voice said as the smoke cleared.

Creticia caught sight of a person in a ridiculous costume walking toward her. They had long claws coming out of their hands. “I always wanted to be a superhero when I was younger, too,” the person said. “But then I found out how much more enjoyable killing is!” they said with delight as they lunged toward her.

She kicked them in midair, and the CK hit the ground. Creticia ran toward them, prepared to fight them and find out their identity. The CK was still doubled over on the ground, coughing. She brought back her arm, and the CK moved with speed and sliced her stomach. Her hand went to her bleeding stomach, and the CK began ripping her up with their claws, and it got to the point that she stopped struggling and died. After ripping off random limbs and throwing them around the square, the CK took off the claw gloves and left them next to her bleeding body.

Laughter echoed throughout the abandoned square as the CK walked away.

#28, Creticia, your last G-teamer, was CKed.
#3, Turtle_Devil, was Sniped
#46 AlphatheWhite was jailed because of RNG gods.

Day NINE - Why meeeee?

The town had a bit happier air about it today as people were preparing to take a well needed vacation to get out of this town and go to Otakon. It was one of the biggest Cons of the year, and it was a place that a lot of GCDers turned out to go and see all the booths. And keeping themselves safe at a con seemed like a good way to stay alive.

One of the lucky people who were going to this con, Anael de Ezra, was busily throwing things into her suitcase. She needed this outfit for dinner, and that one for buying things, and this one for random dancing if she ever wanted to go dancing. Soon, she realized that she was packing up everything she could ever need for living in a place outside of here.

It was then that her mind was made up. She would go to Otakon, and never come back. These killers would never follow her out there.

Ezra snuck out of her house, lugging her boxes and things to the car that she was taking to Baltimore. She looked at her house sadly… she was going to miss this place. But that notion flew out of her mind as soon as she remembered all the dead bodies that had been turning up lately.

She went back into her house, picking up her random crap and carrying it out. With her last armful, she turned back at the house and sighed.

The Sniper sighed with her, and pulled out their rifle. If she hadn’t stopped and turned back to look at the house, there would have never been a chance to do this. “Too. Easy,” They said.

They pulled the trigger, and the bulled hit her chest, right where her heart was. A look of pure shock spread over her face as the blood cascaded onto her shirt, slowly engulfing the fabric with its dull red glow. The Sniper grinned, and got out of their hiding spot. Another one bites the dust.

The CK sat on the roof of a local used car lot. The victim was inside. Beside them was a tortoise. They looked bored, and were talking to it.

“Some trust in love, some trust in hatred. Some trust in everyone, and some just get away. Some even trust in the fear that we killers put in them. I mean, who else can you trust? Definitely not a used car salesman.”

The victim, BlurFountain, walked out of the shop. The CK smiled, stood up, and picked up the tortoise.

They raised it above their heads, like they were going to drop it on Blue.

“I trust in you, Mr. Tortoise.”

And the CK dropped the tortoise. The two below connected with a sickening crunch, and Blue crumpled underneath the tortoise. The tortoise fell with it, and slowly climbed away. It was alive.

Blue was not.

The jail mates sat in their cell, not speaking at all. Fort had finally pulled the fork out, and sat sulking in his corner, glaring at Belle. Belle glared at everyone else. Everyone else was too frightened by her glare to speak.
The GCDers clambered around the cell, pushing someone in. It was Wren, wearing a safari hat.

“She’s been going a little crazy with her noodle hunting, and we don’t like it. She’s safe in here with you guys, anyway.” They closed the door, and everyone sat, looking at Wrenny.

She grinned back with a crazy look in her eye. “Hi everyone,” she said happily.

“Hi Wren,” Buzz said, smiling. “What’s up?”

“Noooooooooooodles…” she said, looking around. They all exchanged glances because of the word, and shrugged. She wasn’t harmful. A hat could do no wrong.

Until she pulled a giant pair of tweezers from behind her back. “Noooooodles,” she repeated, looking around the room. MonJ gulped.

“Err, Wrenny, you want to give those here?” Salvinorin asked slowly, standing up to wrestle them out of the hands of the hunter!Wren. Wren just shook her head. She was a hunter, after all, and hunters do not give up weapons.

And then, she spotted Fort, curled up on the ground in the shape of a noodle. “NOODLE!” she screamed, ready to pounce. Alpha stood up, ready to stop her, but Buzz held him back.

“Oooooh, no you don’t. None of us will be at rest until this happens,” he said. But everyone else knew that Buzz just wanted to see Fort get stabbed with tweezers.

Fort looked up fearfully when Wrenny lunged at him. “Why meeeeee?” he asked the ceiling as the tweezers were poked into him, over and over again.

“Why meeeee?”

#26 Anael de Erza was Snipereded.
#60 BlueFountain was CKed
#7 Wrendraith was jailed.

Day ELEVEN - Can You Hear This?

Everyone was tense. Numbers were dwindling. There were 26 people left in the town, besides those who were locked up in the cells, and 2 of them were psychopaths.

It was not looking good for the GCDers.

Help The Bombardier was sitting on her bathroom floor, with her knees pressed against her chest. She held the phone up to her ear, and was constantly checking all around her.

“I heard that Kitty did it,” she said to the person on the other side.

“Really?” S H O Y K I N G responded. “I guess that could be possible, but then again, everyone is saying we already caught one yesterday when we jailed Trisk. Maybe that’s true for once?” Shoy himself was in his bedroom, sitting on the bed. He kept a constant watch out of the windows. If he saw anything, oh boy, he was running like hell.

Help snorted. “Yeah, right. They say that every time we jail someone. So far, it hasn’t been true. Why should we consider it so now?” She heard Shoy mutter in agreement on the other side.

“Why, heeeeeellooooooooo my darling!” A voice cut in on the conversation, and it sounded downright scary. Help too ka deep breath, thinking Shoy was kidding around with her.

“Geeze, Shoy, you need to stop. This is creepy.”

“Ohhhhh, so now I’m Shoyeeee?” The way that this person dragged their syllables out only made Help suspicious… And scared.

“Go away!” she said, screaming into the phone.

The CK chuckled. “Awww, that’s not a way to treat someone like me, now is it? It will just get you killed. Nooooo, I called to ask you something.” The CK sounded sincere, like they really wanted just to ask a simple question. But Help was still glad that she was in her bathroom, watching all the entrances with an eagle’s eye. No one was going to get her.

She was not going to die.

“O-Okay. What’s the question?” She asked, hoping it was something along the lines of an alliance.

“Can you hear this?” The CK asked wit ha small chuckle.

Help listened. She didn’t hear a thing. “Hear what?” she asked. And then, it hit her. There was a dull, deep ache in her ears and pain seared through her body because of it. He screamed, and tried to hang up, but had no such luck. Blood started coming out of her ears and soon, she was dead.

The CK stopped the frequency and pulled out the ear plugs from their ears, rubbing them. “I’m glad I was prepared for that.”

Shoy, still on the other line, was curious as to where she had gone. “Help? Help The Bombardier? Are you THERE?” he asked, quite loudly, looking at his phone. There was no answer.
He stood up, slowly, and repeated his callings. “Help The Bombardier? Hello?”

Shoy heard her scream, and hung up. “Oh, God, oh God! She’s dead! The killers got her!” he said, staring at the phone. “How could this happen? I didn’t hear her say a word!”

The Sniper grinned. It was amazing how well the CK’s killings could benefit their own. They had been sitting in the trees, waiting for Shoy to stand up all day now, and finally he did. The Sniper looked through the scope, and got his head in view from the window. They shot.

The bullet shattered the glass, and when Shoy looked up, it hit him squarely in the forehead. He fell over, dead and bleeding on his floor. The Sniper’s grin increased as they left the scene, going back to pretending to be an innocent GCDer, like everyone else.

“I saw Kitty outside of Shoy’s house earlier today! She was obviously staking him out, preparing to kill!”

“I was?” Kitty asked.

“Don’t play dumb with us! Crazed Killer… Kitty KRAZY? I mean, we should have connected the dots a LONG time ago. Obviously she’s insane!”

“I am?”

“I SAID DON’T PLAY DUMB!” The other person shouted back.

Kitty gave him a strange look. “Okay, Crazypants. I get it. No need to blow a casket.”

“I’D RATHER BLOW A CASKET THAN BLOW SOMEONE’S HEAD OFF,” they yelled as one of the GCDers threw handcuffs on Kitty. She grunted as they pulled her along toward the jail.

“I didn’t blow someone’s head off. I mean, come on,” Kitty said as they walked her to jail.

The GCDers laughed. “That’s what they all say,” they all said in unison.

The jail cell opened, and Kitty was tossed in, the handcuffs having been magically removed a few seconds before she was left in here.

Her eye started to twitch like a cartoon character when she saw what was going on.

“I HAVE DEFEATED THE HUNTER! I, your jailbird, command you to praise me!” Fort said, placing his left foot on Wrenny’s tied up body. She was tied like a mummy. The rest of the jail mates clapped, impressed with Fort’s heroic effort and win.

“Fort, get down from there,” Alpha said. “You weren’t the only one to catch Wren. I helped,” he said sourly, wanting some of the attention.

“Noooooodle,” Wren said sadly, still twisting to try and get out.

“Uh, guys, we have a newcomer,” Belle said, looking back at Kitty, who was still staring at the gathering. Salvinorin, who had taken it upon herself to be the “Jail mother”, walked over and greeted Kitty warmly.

“Hello, darling! Welcome to our humble cell!”

“Uh… Hi. What’s, er, going on here?” Kitty asked, still looking at the trapped Wren. “Shouldn’t you let her out?”

“NO!” Kashi and Buzz yelled at the same time. “That would result in us being killed!” Buzz continued dramatically.

“What Buzz means,” MonJ said, “Is that she’d attack us with that,” he pointed to a pair of giant tweezers that were also tied up with rope, “giant pair of tweezers. We don’t want to go through that again.”

“Unless, you want to be poked relentlessly,” Trisk said, covered in tiny bruises and pricks. “It’s up to you.”

“No, I think I’m fine,” Kitty said. And the GCDers through SHE was crazy…

#23 Kitty Krazy was jailed!
#5 S H O Y K I N G was Sniped!
#42 Help The Bombardier was CK’ed!

Day THIRTEEN - Could you do something for me?

As it stood right now, it was not looking good for the GCDers. The killers were still on the loose, and the people were just sheeping randomly. They didn’t know where to turn or what to do, and it was becoming apparent that the end was near.

~Creative~Chaos~ was extremely paranoid about all the killings. He felt as though there was a target painted on his back, and that everyone was out to get him. He had taken to holing himself up in his house, surrounded by computers and tin foil hats.

“They’re gonna get me,” he mumbled as his fingers hit the keys. “I’m gonna die.” He saw from the corner of his eye something move, and he turned toward it, screaming. It stopped moving, and Chaos found that he had been screaming at a moth.

“Only a moth… THE MOTH IS THE KILLER!” he screamed, jumping up out of his chair and racing toward it. The moth flew away, and Chaos laughed. “YES! That’s right! Run away from me! No one is going to kill me!” He laughed louder.

The Sniper sighed. It always was the crazy ones that took so long to kill. This kid had been running around his house, jumping at every noise and leaping at every movement. Finally, Chaos sat down to laugh about the evil moth running away, and The Sniper took aim.

“AHAHAHHAHAH!” Chaos laughed as he jumped once again. The Sniper cursed under their breath, and Chaos looked at them. “SNIPERRRRRR!” Chaos yelled, stopping to point.

The Sniper trained the scope on his head, and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit, and Chaos died.

He didn’t even think to move.

The Sniper escaped out the same way they had come in, and ran off the grounds before the neighbors (if they were alive; The Sniper didn’t know) called the cops. Or went to investigate.

The CK watched this whole scene unfold from their position, and frowned. “Looks like I’ll have to find another kill,” they said happily. They turned their attention to the other houses, and saw Sheena Ayame walk outside, looking around before she grabbed her paper.

“Sheena!” The CK called, running up to her. Sheena spun around, but breathed a sigh of relief. No killer here!

“Oh, hey!” Sheena said, walking toward the CK, not expecting a thing.

“Hey, could you do something for me?” The CK asked.

“Sure!”

“Tell me if this hurts…?” And the CK drew a knife, and stabbed Sheena in the chest. Her eyes grew wide, and she looked up at the Crazed Killer.

“You… a*****e…” She mumbled.

“Hmm, I might need to take care of that, too!” The CK said joyfully as they pulled the knife out and cut her throat with it. They dropped her on the ground, and ran away.

Sheena was left on the pavement to die, and wasn’t discovered until the neighbors say her body when they all snuck out of their houses.

Vlad D. Tepes lived next to Sheena, and was the first to discover her body. “GUYS! SHEENA’S DEAD!” he shouted, drawing the remaining people from their houses to see. They looked at her body that had a halo of blood around it, and turned to Vlad.

“You did this!” someone shouted.

“No, I just found it! Poor girl,” Vlad said, looking back as Sheena.

“Only a killer would say that! Suspicious!” Vlad looked at the GCDERS with confusion in his eyes. He told them about the death and he was being jailed?

What? “Uh…”

“SEE?! He stumbles over his words! KILLER!”

“Damn.” Vlad said as they dragged him off to jail. He was an innocent man in a jailhouse. And he knew how all the people he had been throwing in jail felt now.

The door was shut, and Vlad looked around at the jail mates. They were all lying on the floor.

“That looks like Orion,” MonJ said, pointing to a series of spots.

“Does not,” Buzz said. “That looks like the little diaper.”

“Don’t you mean dipper?” Kitty asked.

“No, diaper. I think it’s stuck to the ceiling,” Buzz replied, pointing to the obviously used diaper.

“Ew,” they all said in unison, looking at it.

Vlad sighed, and joined in on the stain gazing.


#35, ~Creative~Chaos~, was Sniped
#8, Sheena Ayame, was CKed
#40, Vlad D. Tepes, was Jailed