Henry Stickmin OneShots

Hot & Dangerous Pt.1 (Curtisson)

(Warning- Suicide? Murder? Eh, one of them.)

"Fuck! I messed up big time!" Burt whined, holding down his face to the table.
Frederick patted his friend's back.
"Hey, there will be more chances! Sven is one of the 6 leaders after all. He's always on deck." Fred told him.
"My mouth just wouldn't work! Why am I like this!? As soon as you left I bumped into him and then... Shit. He's so... Hot! How can someone that looks like that, be in this clan? And he seems so sweet too. I'd like to get to know him better. But how can I, when I can't even hold a conversation with him?"
"I get it. You just need some confidence. Tell ya what. Next time we have a guys' night, I'll teach ya how to talk to talk to people."
"Thanks, Mr.Cheesy."
"Cheesy!?"
"I've heard your pickup lines before on other guys. And cheesy is an understatement."
Frederick cackled "Well, at least I'm able to say something. Some guys like cheesy!" A moment passes. The cafeteria is filled with amalgamations of conversations, mumbling into one sound, as the two friends watched the clouds in the window. "Um... By the way... Have you seen Oldmin today?"
"Hm? Ah, no. No, I haven't. Why?" Burt looked up, with a speck of curiosity.
Frederick scratched the back of his neck and looked away "Ah... Nothing important. He was hoping to talk to you sometime today. He's probably just busy."
Burt shrugged and set his head back down, in front of his lunch.
Frederick snuck a blushing glance for a moment at Burt while the Liason was distracted.

Unbeknownst to them, someone was watching the two from the entrance. A man with a blue hat and blonde hair. Giving a glare as cold as Pluto, towards the cheese hat, before disappearing down the hall.

A second later, Burt could hear a commotion running through the hall.
"Where's the chief!?" Hollered a toppat.
"There's been a hanging!" Exclaimed another.
Burt was shocked. If anyone on the airship was going to kill themself first, it would've been himself. He wondered who could've gone through with it. He and Fred stood up and joined the men in the hall as Reginald and Right Hand Man approached.
"Cheif! There you are! It's Oldmin. We found him in a supply closet. This way!" The first toppat then sped down the hall toward an open supply closet.

"Oldmin!?" Burt and Fred followed to recognize their friend with a rope around his neck, and a note taped to his chest.
Burt gasped and covered his mouth taking in the horrified expression on Oldmin's face.
Frederick felt a chill down his spine as terror froze him still.
Reginald took off his hats and held them to his chest, picking the note and reading it. After a moment, his head fell as tears swelled. "Suicide." He muttered.
"It can't be..." Burt mumbled. "It can't be. Oldmin was always so positive! He... Couldn't have..."
Reginald put a hand on Burt's shoulder and gave him the letter.

Dear everyone,
If you're reading this. Then I have a confession. I never wanted to be a Toppat. I hated being a criminal this whole time and wore this facade, thinking this was the only way. I've wanted out so many times, I made myself dizzy. I just kept thinking about what my late parents must think of me. Everything I've done was just one mistake after another. There is no redemption for me. Except this. This is my atonement for my sins. This is my way out. And I hope you don't think less of me because of this. I did make some great friends and I'll miss you all. But consider this my letter of resignation. I can't be a part of this clan anymore. It hurts too much. Goodbye.
~Johny "Oldmin" Smith

Burt couldn't hold it in any longer. He fell to his knee's let out a wail. Frederick joined him on the floor.
RHM let them get the first wave out of their system before squeezing their shoulders and gently speaking "C'mon. Let's get you two somewhere a bit more comfortable." He lead them down the hall as Reginald and a few others tended to the lifeless body.

The two friends just sat in a private office on the couch for a while after crying so much. They stared into the abyss with puffy eyes. It felt like a few hours passed before Frederick sighed themself alive.
"It... Doesn't make sense." Cheese hat pondered.
Burt glanced up.
"I saw him earlier today. He was so happy and determined to..." Fred shut himself up.
"To what?" Burt spoke up with a raspy voice.
"Uh... To... Do a good job today." Fred avoided eye contact.
"You're lying. Tell me what's going on."
"I... It's not my place to say."
"Then whose is it?! Oldmin's dead! Just tell me! Freddy. He looked so horrified... Hanging... Up there. I don't think he killed himself! So tell me what he wanted! It's about him wanting to talk to me right?!" Burt had gotten up into Frederic's face and gripped his wrists to prevent him from escaping.
Frederic tried to squirm free, but stopped, blushing due to their position. Burt was towering over him on the one side of the couch. He looked away and cleared his throat. "He... He wanted to..." Cheese hat scoffed at his stuttering "Oldmin had a crush on you. He was gonna finally ask you out."
Burt let go in shock. "He... What?"
"You heard me. He was planning on taking you out for dinner or to a movie. Idk. All I know is that he's been working up the courage to step out of the closet for you." "But... You're right. I don't think he... You know. There's... An imposter or traitor on this ship. But why Oldmin?" Frederic wrapped his head with questions trying to piece everything together.
"He was in charge of some sensitive information. Maybe..." Burt heard some more sobs from his friend. He let out a sigh. "We'll get to the bottom of this. If there's a killer here. We'll find them."
Frederic sniffed "Yeah. We'll avenge our friend."
Just then Leprechaun and Earings walked in.
"Oh my gosh! I just heard what happened!" She plopped onto the couch and wrapped her arms around Burt's neck. Her mascara ran down her face.
Leprechaun's eyes were dark and puffy too. "Did he at least..."
"No." Fred cut in. "But we think he was murdered."
"Murdered?! B-By who?" Earrings stuttered.
Burt "we don't know. But I'll find out. I'll check the security cameras. Hopefully, the footage caught a clue."

To be continued...