one by one [mcyt]

III

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they say i did something bad
but why's it feel so good?
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"That's exactly what I'm saying." Quackity nodded. "And we can stop it. We just have to figure out who killed Jack, and it's one out of 9."

"Well we already gave our alibis." Tubbo confusedly said.

"Somebody had to be lying." Quackity, simply said. "No doubt about it. And we need to figure this out before we're burying the next one of us."

"Yes, without DNA testing and without proper scientific material." Ranboo pointed out.

"That's true but, we're professionals, are we not?" Quackity shrugged, raising his eyebrows.

"I'm sorry if this is out of pocket but, I need alcohol in my system. Right now." Wilbur said, starting towards the back door.

"I second that." Eleanor threw her finger up in the air and everybody agreed, solemnly following them in the house.
Everything felt eerie when they walked inside, no one wanting to look down that hallway.

Dream poured 9 glasses of various things before calling Ranboo to take over.

"Ranboo!" He yelled, pouring the last bit of the drinks. "Will you bring these out to everyone? I have to go grab something."

"Yeah, sure." Ranboo said in a confused manor, wondering what Dream had to go grab. He brought the tray out and sat it on the coffee table, every hand quickly grabbing something.

Dream came running down the stairs with something he shoved in his pocket as he circled around the rest of them. "Oh." He said, realizing there wasn't a glass left for him. He went to the kitchen and grabbed one, putting in an ice cube and filling it with smooth whiskey.

"So what are we thinking." Karl said, crossing his legs. "One of us killed Jack, somebody ought to fess up." He shrugged, taking a sip of his drink.

"Well we know that nobody will do that." Wilbur said. "We've got to figure it out ourselves."

"So what are our leads?" Ranboo said, setting his drink down and resting his elbows on his open legs.

"Let's just think about it. Tommy, Dream, the master bedroom thing. Can we go in depth about that?" Wilbur interlocked his own fingers, leaning in and resting them on his spread knees.

"I went in the master bedroom and looked for a clue, then went to use the bathroom. Simple as that." Dream said, shrugging.

"Well, I went in the master bedroom around the same time that you did. The bathroom door was shut and the light was on but I don't think I could hear anything." Tommy said.

"Well, you need to be more certain than 'I don't think'." Wilbur said. "Tommy." Wilbur started, staring intently into Tommy's eyes. "Are you lying about where you were between 6:30 and 6:45."

"No! Why would I lie about that!?" Tommy raised his voice.

"Tom Simons, did you kill Jack Manifold!?" Wilbur yelled at Tommy, before Eleanor yanked Wilbur back.

"Are you fucking mental!?" Tommy said, standing up in front of him.

"Wilbur!" Eleanor yelled, smacking him across the head and yanking him back down to his seat. "You saw how Tommy reacted why would you think Tommy killed him? What would make you think that!?" She had never raised her voice at Wilbur but he was being severely unreasonable.