More Than One Way

Chapter Twenty-Four- Murder!

Anti groaned as he woke up.

He walked out of the room to see the butler waiting for him. "Ah! Good morning~! I've prepared for you a seltzer with cocaine..." Anti didn't listen to the rest, he was too tired. NOT a morning person. He took the glass and was ABOUT to take a sip, when he realized. 'Wait! Did he say fucking cocaine? Yeah... Let's NOT drink that...' After the butler left, he put the glass on a table with flowers on it. 

He walked forward and his heart lightened seeing a semi-familiar face again. 'Blue' started to talk to him, but Anti just nodded, half listening. "...Life is ours to choose..." Anti's ears perked. He felt something tug at his memory but was too blurry minded in the morning to connect any dots. 

Anti went downstairs and suddenly chaos unleashed. Anti was baffled as Markiplier's great, great, great grandfather fell onto the floor, dead. "W-WHAT THE FOOK-!?" Other people suddenly came rushing in screaming about murder. One of the guests grabbed his attention and started questioning him. "I... Uh..." Seriously, Anti couldn't defend himself- there was no explanation as to what the fuck just happened!

"THE BODY'S COLD!" The butler announced, affectively saving Anti's ass. Luckily, the man believed that. Anti then found out that the man was a DETECTIVE... 'God, I feel like I'm in a cheesy murder mystery... This lineup is TOO convenient!' A bunch of pictures slipped out of the detective's badge. "Don't ask me about them..." "Ok-" "FINE! I'll tell you! Each one of them DIED a death more tragic than the last... Some in oddly hilarious ways." 

Anti and the chef exchanged a look.

"WHICH MADE IT MORE TRAGIC!" The detective huffed, "But hey... YOU look up to the task." Anti didn't like this. "You're my new partner." "Oh, HELL NO-!" The detective laughed and pat him on the back. "That's what ALL my old partners used to say! Right before they..." His laugh faded. "Hand me that kit behind you."

Anti turned around. Nothing. Anti turned back to the detective, only to see police tape and everything around the body. 

'Blue' walked into the room, looking around with confusion. Anti felt his heart ache at the look on his face. The butler broke the news to him, and 'Blue' held his cane closer. As they continued to debate on whether they should call the authorities, Anti was more focused on his... Friend? 'Blue' sounded heartbroken, "I..." and then his voice became more stern, "I need to talk to the colonel."

Anti spaced out for a bit while talking to the detective, just cringing at the detective's... Strange procedures and telling him where he was at 1:30. 

He walked to another room to start the investigation, only to hear 'Blue' and the colonel arguing. "...God dammit, he reached out to you!" "Oh, what do you want from me, then?" The colonel huffed. "WH-! I want you to CARE!" 'Blue' sounded distressed. "Just because I'm not WEEPING LIKE A CHILD, doesn't mean I don't care!" Anti wanted to barge in there and beat the shit out of the colonel, but 'Blue' was already leaving, mumbling a small "excuse me" to Anti on his way out. 

Anti went into the room to see the colonel. "Damien! I DONT-!" The colonel stopped himself, seeing it was Anti. 'Damien, huh? It's... Fitting. Anyways... This bastard...' He bit back a snarl as the colonel talked to him. 

Anti listened to the colonel's mocking story and couldn't help but snicker. Hand on his hip, the colonel shood Anti away. 'He really reminds me of someone... Someone I get along with... AHA! He reminds me of Wilford! That crazy son of a bitch! But this guy is way more sane.' Anti chuckled, walking away. 

Only to be grabbed by the butler and dragged to a cellar. 'Can I just STOP investigating this? I would much rather let the detective deal with grandpa's corpse and just take Damien somewhere safe.' 

Something clicked when he saw the bottle and the spilled whine. 

'Damien's dead... Was he... Murdered?' 

'Just what the hell am I here to witness?' 

'What was Henrik investigating about this?'