one by one [mcyt]

II

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me and my axe
will leave your neck a
bloody fountain
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Dream pulled out the box with the materials in it, sitting it on the coffee table that they all stood around. He assigned them all roles and they got to investigating.

Eleanor read her card and followed the task, walking towards Dream.

"Hello Mr...." She found his name on the card. "Leslie." She finished her sentence, looking up at a smiling Dream.

"Did you bring the murder weapon to the party?" She looked up at him and asked, raising her brows.

He smiled down at her, shaking his head. She furrowed her brows but moved on. She was stopped by George, who asked for alibi during the murder.

"I was making drinks for everyone, when I heard a loud crash coming from the upstairs hall." She read out the script on the small card, before looking back up at him. He nodded and moved on.

"Alex, Ranboo, can I talk to you?" Eleanor whispered to them, still reading off her card. "You two have some sort of unresolved conflict, am I right?" The characters they were portraying, Mr. Beck and Dr. Todd, had a history of held grudges with each other, and that could be an important factor in figuring out the murder.

"Mr. Tubbo." Tommy started, before he had to be corrected. "Oh! Mr. Butler..." He corrected himself before putting on a mysterious tone in his voice. "Is it true that you're involved with some shady people? Others would call it a gang." Tommy lifted one eyebrow, purely for comedic effect.

"No." Tubbo confidently said, but Eleanor looked over at him and his twiddling fingers and tapping toes told her otherwise.

"Okay." Tommy said and walked off, before Eleanor walked over to Tubbo. Her card didn't tell her to walk over and interrogate him, but she knew he was lying.

"You're lying." She whispered, standing in front of him.

"Am not." He defensively said.

"Mmh. That right there tells me you are." She paced in front of him before asking him another question, this time one on her card. Just as she was about to read it, Dream announced the next clue.

Wilbur took the initiative to have a go at it, sitting at the dining table with Eleanor watching over his shoulder. She rubbed his shoulder as he wrote with the other hand, jotting down important information.

Everybody went about the game, asking each other different questions. Karl had been the victim of this game, all he had to do was just sit in the corner. However, he pretended to be a ghost so he could talk to everybody.

"OoOoOoOhHhH... I'm a ghOoOost." Karl eerily said, smiling as he walked up to Eleanor. "Why did I have to die?" He laughed, slinging a friendly arm over Eleanor's shoulder.

"I dunno, but I think you should go grab me one of the cookies that George brought." She smiled, Karl skipping into the kitchen.

He came back with two large chocolate chip cookies, one for him and one of her. She took a bite, eyes almost rolling back in her head. She walked over to George and tapped him on the shoulder.

"I need your recipe for these." She whispered. George thanked her and said he would write it down in a bit.

"I've..." Wilbur started, drawing his words out. "Got it." Eleanor scurried over to him, looking at his paper.

"The letters rearrange to dining room." He pointed out. "So, does that mean it happened in the dining room?" Wilbur looked up at Karl.

Karl shrugged, not being able to tell him. They went back to reading their cards and doing their tasks.