Hey Poptropicans, this is a guest post by Magic Kid. Enjoy!
*poof* Heyo Poptropicans! I come bringing you Part 3/4 of Murder at Myron’s! Read the previous episode here, or if you’d like to go to the beginning, you can reach that here.
Okay so quick recap: A lot of Poptropica’s villains come together for a dinner party at Myron Van Buren’s cabin, but after searching for the host, they find Myron DEAD in the trophy room. *DUN DUN DAAAAAA*
Last episode was a game of “Where’s Myron?” but now it’s time to figure out who, out of the choice of many dangerous unpredictable villains, killed him. Can Merlin figure out who the villain of villains is before they take another victim?
Perhaps this episode will be the answer…
Murder at Myron’s
Part 3/4
Pandemonium.
Black Widow’s scream reached the dining room and brought in a rush of people, spilling in through a door and crowding the entrance of the trophy room. Everyone gathered around Myron’s body, whispering loudly and shouting questions repeatedly until someone answered it.
Winston went over to investigate the commotion, and seeing his master’s body, he quickly sat down in a nearby chair with a small, “Oh, dear.”
“ALRIGHT, WHO DID IT?” Director D shouted over the noisy crowd, already exhausted from the arguing that was happening.
Everyone clambered to answer.
“It wasn’t me!” Isabella, the chef, said.
Daphne shouted over the noise, “MORDRED AND BLACK WIDOW WERE IN HERE FIRST!”
“Don’t look at me, I didn’t do it!” Mordred protested after several heads turned to him.
“To be fair, neither did I!” Black Widow added.
Gretchen argued back. “You two were in the room first, you both had opportunity.”
“But what’s our motive?” Black Widow shot back. “I, at least, had no desire to murder Myron Van Buren. I swear, I just found him like that! Mordred, on the other hand—”
“Excuse me?!” Mordred said. He was about to argue but was cut off.
“I think it was Moreau, she hasn’t said a WORD since entering this room, unlike everyone else,” Daphne accused bluntly.
“That’s MADEMOISELLE Moreau to you,” she replied coldly. “And silence is no admission to guilt. Would it be impossible to believe that all this noise began to give me a headache and I would rather not contribute to the tumult?”
“Oh.”
“Who said ve vas murdered? This could have EASILY been an accident!” Count Bram wondered.
“Oh yeah,” Black Widow said sarcastically. “He ‘accidently’ got stabbed or whatever and then ‘accidentally’ got stuffed into this cabinet.”
“EVERYONE! Let’s stop accusing each other! This was probably done by someone who wasn’t invited!” Ringmaster Raven reasoned.
“RIGHT! Probably that blasted kid who’s always meddling with our plots!” Director D said.
“I don’t think that they would have killed Myron though, they’re always going on about ‘not killing and manipulating Poptropicans to take over the world’ stuff,” Gretchen added.
I heard everyone continue to argue about who seemed suspicious and discussing villains who weren’t invited (“Dr. Hare isn’t here, neither is Omegon, Zeus, or Mr. Silvia. Who else?”) but I didn’t really pay too much attention because I was busy reviewing that myself.
Perched atop a display, I let my little robot owl brain assess all the possibilities.
Flashing through my mind, I analyzed every villain, their motive, their means, their opportunity, and their… well, everything.
Mordred most likely didn’t do it— I believe that if Mordred had a plot to kill Myron then he would have told me about it so I could cover for him, or else have ready-made evidence to prove his innocence. This lack of security means that Myron’s death was unplanned and that Mordred was most likely innocent. However, I noted in the back of my mind to ask Mordred for the truth later.
The other villains were harder to clear.
Captain Crawfish didn’t have a clear opportunity— plus I was pretty certain that him and Myron were on good terms. Still… you can never be sure.
Ringmaster Raven didn’t seem particularly violent enough to do this but you could never be sure. It’s the quiet ones that are careful with words that you have to look out for; they tend to be the most unpredictable.
Daphne seemed like an open book. She’s a whirlwind of accusations and bluntly honest statements. That could either be her way of hiding the truth or just her honest reaction to something surprising and dangerous. She had no motive that I could think of, but nothing concrete to convince me of her innocence.
My thoughts went in that vein for a while.
Somebody here was acting. Somebody here was lying.
But who?
I considered Ringmaster Raven’s theory about it being done by someone who wasn’t invited. The tree had been climbed and the window was open but how did they get out? The same way? It would have been difficult to pull that off a second time (and the first time as well!), especially with the storm outside.
“I would like to suggest Black Widow; Trophy Room; with the… Candlestick!” Director D announced jokingly.
“Har, har, har,” Mordred said sarcastically whilst other stifled giggles.
The jumble of noise was starting to fade as everyone stood around Myron, deep in thought.
You could hear a pen drop.
(And they did, a pin from one of the bug exhibits actually dropped to the ground with a quiet, yet pronounced thump.)
Finally Daphne said, “Oof, awkward silence! Uh, I’m going to check around the cabin, see if I can find out what killed him, see if someone uninvited is here~ ‘Bye!”
And she started to walk out of the door, but Winston stoped her. “No.” he said, “We won’t let you go alone.”
“It’ll be fineeeeeeeee,” she replied impatiently.
“Said literally every soon-to-be-dead horror movie character ever,” Gretchen muttered but no one heard.
“No,” Winston repeated, “Because if you did… do this, then going out alone is an easy way to get out of this and escape. And if you didn’t then it wouldn’t be safe for you and you’d end up being the next victim!”
“Oh.” Daphne looked like she wanted to protest but didn’t. “Who wants to come, then?”
“I’d rather not! It’ll be much more interesting in here investigating everything!” Mademoiselle Moreau said, already inspecting the room.
“I will!” I said, eager to help.
“I guess I’ll come,” Mordred and Black Widow said at the same time. Realizing that they did, they began to protest and argue, but Daphne dragged them out of the room anyway.
Once they were out in the open foyer (Black Widow and Mordred were still arguing), we walked (well, I flew, but I suppose you readers probably already know that!) in a group over to the fireplace.
Daphne was circling around the mantle, then around the chairs, then around the paintings.
Black Widow, storming away from Mordred, went and inspected the fireplace closer, the flames flickering in her eyes.
Mordred went over to the door that led outside and looked at the small mounted device by the door, searching through its data.
“HEY!” Daphne said after a while, “GUYS COME LOOK AT THIS!”
Quickly, everyone gathered around the fireplace as Daphne showed them what she had been so excited about. Turning the mounted candle to the side, behind the fire a stone wall moved aside, revealing a passageway.
“WHOA!” Everyone was surprised.
“A secret passageway!” Daphne said proudly.
More people had been leaking out of the trophy room at this point. Many wandered over to the fireplace, beginning to chatter again.
“Interesting!”
“Does anyone have something to put the fire out?”
“A secret passage!”
“That’s very cool!”
“YES, VERY COOL!”
“Did you find anything in the trophy room, then?”
“Nah, only that the window was locked from the inside meaning that it was an inside job.”
“WAIT– WHAT?”
“Uh, that’s pretty big.”
“AHA! I KNEW someone among us was involved!”
The chatter simmered and bubbled louder and louder, filled with more accusations and arguments.
Winston tried to contain the chaos but it was impossible.
The were shockingly interrupted by a loud, “TALLY HO!”
Everyone jumped in fright! Some screamed.
I, alas, was also terrified. Was Myron Van Buren back from the dead? Had he come to get revenge?
“TALLY HO!” The hunting cry echoed again.
A few people realized what was going on. Some laughed. Some sighed. Some remained confused and terrified.
“TALLY HO!” The doorbell rung again.
Winston went to get it, followed by a trail of some of the villains.
The door opened and everyone saw who was standing on the porch.
“You.” Mordred said icily.
“Yes, me.” The newcomer replied snarkily, shivering in the cold.
A few people whispered to each other. Winston invited the newcomer in.
And then Dr. Hare stepped in the house and looked around at the gathered villains. “Are you having a Villian Get-Together without me?”
TO BE CONTINUED
Hope you enjoyed this guest post by Magic Kid. If you did, check out her previous fanfiction titled “Zombies, Zombies, Always Zombies!”
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