Scrapped stories

Who killed Markiplier

I left my carriage and ran up the stairs to the manor. I adjusted my blazer and slipped my hands in my trouser pockets. As I was making my way to the door, I noticed someone who wasn't familiar to me. He wore an outfit like he just came out of a jungle. It was peculiar for a city. He turned round as I made my way up that smaller staircase. "Ah! And here I thought I would be the last guest to arrive," The man smiled. He had scientific glasses and he had a big black moustache. "I guess not. Work can be busy," I grinned and held out my hand politely, "Y/N Y/L/N" "My friends call me the Colonel and your welcome to do the same should it please you," He shook my hand. "You're not the honest one," I commented. "Am I so easy to read like a book?" He asked. "No and yes. I'm a lawyer," I told him. "Well, after you Miss Y/L/N," The Colonel held out his arm gesturing for me to pass. I opened the door slowly and was greeted by the butler, "Ah, Bonjour. Welcome to Markipler Manor. Your invitation please." I took my invitation out of the inside pocket of my blazer and handed it to the butler. "Very good! Very good! Right this way! Good luck at the table tonight. I shall fetch you a drink fourth with," The Butler walked away. I walked over to Damien who was talking to another mysterious man. Dressed a lot like a detective. "Oh! There you are old friend. How are you settling into your new office? Now I know it will take some getting used to but there's nobody I'd rather have along side me to protect this great city of ours," Damien smiled. I wanted to hug Damien, but I just knew it would be awkward considering the past and the fact that he doesn't like hugs. I noticed the man next to Damien had been looking at me. "And this is," Damien directed my attention the man but he looked away fast to not look creepy, "Detective Abe. Best of the best." "No need to brag Damien," Abe laughed slightly to himself. "Y/N Y/L/N," I introduced myself holding out my hand. "A shaker," Abe shook my hand. "I'm going to go look around," I told Damien. "Okay! I'll see you at the table soon. Try not to rob me blind again. We'll catch up," Damien responded as I passed him to explore, and I found myself in the dining room. I saw the chef with some trays picking them up off the table. "If you're looking for something to snack on then find it somewhere else," The chef yelled at me, "And stay out of my kitchen!" "Now! Now!" The butler was stood in the hall with a tray holding several mini champagne glasses, "Let's not be rude to our guest." The chef went back to the kitchen, and I went over to the butler. "I'm so sorry." I apologised. "No, I am. Here's your champagne," The butler handed me and glass with a smile on his face, "Enjoy your evening." He then walked off again. "Welcome! Welcome! One and all! My name is Markiplier! And thank you for joining me this evening. So good to be surrounded my such close and trusted friends. Now this evening is not all about the poker. Its not all about me. Its about you," Mark pointed at us all. What a jerk trying to make us think he's nice. "So drink up and be merry," Mark continued, "Life is for the living. And who knows, I could be dead tomorrow." Mark made a laugh that sounded evil but in a silly way. I downed my glass of champagne in a second. Lets get this party started.

The next thing I knew I was being woken up by an alarm clock. I slammed my hand on it, stopping it. I sat up. I was in one of Marks guest bedrooms. The mattress was so comfy, and the duvets were so soft. As much as I wanted to stay laying there, especially with a bad hangover, I got up. I pulled on my shoes and then my blazer. I couldn't be bothered to put my tie back on so I just put it in my pocket and left my shirt open a few buttons at the top. I went over to the vanity and fixed my hair ever so slightly. I then got up and walked out of my room to the landing. As I did I was met by the butler, "Ah! Good morning. I hope you had a good night's rest. I've prepared you a tea with a special ingredient. Best thing for the morning after if you ask me." He handed me the cup of tea and walked into another room. "Thank you," I spoke quickly. There was Damien looking over the stairs, "Ahhh! There's our little monster. You really knocked it dead last night. I haven't seen you go wild like that since our days in university," Damien grinned. "I know! I guess I just had to let it out after years of hiding it," I took a sip of my tea. "Ye! I guess you do hey old friend," Damien went from a smile to a straight face, "Still not sure what we are meant to be celebrating. I mean its good to have everyone back here but... something feels." "Off!" I interrupted him, "I know! I felt it when we first stepped in here." "Well maybe we shouldn't be too conspiratorial. Life is ours to chose as I say. I have some work to finish but I will see you at breakfast," Damien walked to his room. I started to make my way down the stairs still sipping on my tea. As I got to the bottom, I had finished my drink. I put it on the closest table and went into the sitting room where I was met by a dead body. Marks body! There was a sudden flash of lightning. "Did you hear that lightning?" Abe walked in, in his robe and as soon as he saw it he yelled, "Oh god! There's been a murder." Then there was another flash of lightning. Abe walked closer not even looking at me. "I found him like this," I held both sides of my face in utter shock. "Did you hear light-" Then the butler walked in, "Oh my god Murder!" He walked to the other side of Marks body. Then the chef walked and screamed, "Murder!" "What the hell happened here? Who's in charge?" Abe grabbed me with both hands by the blazer, "Trick question! That guy!" He pointed at Marks dead body. "And he's dead now which makes me in charge so you better listen up good, bucko cause if you haven't been paying attention, there's been a bit of a killin'" Abe spoke and everyone looked up expecting thunder. "What the hell," I whispered under my breath. "And you're my prime suspect so you better get explaining right quick as to the what where when and why you happened to be here upon his mans death!" Abe looked at me right in the eyes. "Sir the body's cold. He's been dead a while," The butler looked at Abe confused. "Looks like we don't have 2 but 3 people who know about death," I smirked. "I likely story," Abe looked to the butler and back to me, "That I happen to believe completely. All right, you're off the hook for now but I'm the detective and-" "Oh ye? Prove you're a real dick!" The chef interrupted him. "Heres my badge. Asshole," Abe showed it to chef and then me. A bunch of photos came unfolded of Abe with a bunch of people. "Ah, those are my old partners. Don't ask me about them. Fine! I'll tell you. Each one of them died. Each death more tragic than the last. A few of them even died in ironically hilarious ways," Abe kept a straight face keeping eye contact with me, "Which made it all the more tragic. But hey, you seem like you're up for the task. You're my new partner Y/N." "What?! No!? I'm the lawyer not a detective," I shook my head. "Which only makes you all the more qualified. You and I are the only ones in this house who know murder. Pass me the fingerprinting kit behind you partner," Abe pointed to the couch. I turned round and picked it up. When I turned back to give it to Abe the crime scene was already set up and fingerprinting kit went from my hand to Abe's without me even realising it. "Thanks partner," Abe dropped it on the floor. I ducked under the police tape, "What are we even going to do?" "Whatever we can," Abe responded. "What the hell happened here?" We heard another voice. We all turned to look at Damien. "Forgot there were other people in the house," I murmured. "Oh! Mr. Mayor. I'm so sorry. There's been a murder," The butler informed Damien and once again there was a flash of lightning. "What the hell," I flinched. "A murder?" Damien looked at the body covered by a white sheet and of course the god damn thunder, "Who?" "It was Mark," The chef shrugged. "I'm afraid he's telling the truth," Abe sighed, "Marks been... killed." Everyone looked up expecting the thunder. "Why? Who would do this?" Damien seemed so confused. "That's exactly what me and my new partner here are here to find out," Abe gestured to me. I was honestly wanting to give him a high five but that would be insensitive. "We got this Damien," I smiled. Damien seemed sad as anyone would be in this situation. "Um, excuse me. I feel like we should call the authorities for them to handle this matter," Butler suggested. "Look buddy, as far as your concerned. I AM the authorities," Abe showed off his badge again. Butler then looked to me. "I'm a-" I started to say. "Lawyer! So leave us to it pall," Abe finished my sentence, "The fact of the matter is I believe the killed is right here amongst us in this very house. With that freaky lightning storm outside none of us are getting very far anyway. So, in the meantime we are stuck here. But we are gonna get to the bottom of this. And the rest of you get back to your rooms, hunker down and pray to god you're not next to be murdered." There went the lightning again. "I'll... I'll check on our other guests," Butler ducked under the police tape and left the room. "I'll get back to cooking. All this death made me hungry," Chef also left. I walked closer to Damien wanting to comfort my old friend. "I... I need to talk to the Colonel about this," Damien backed away and left.

"Alright partner! Its time to get to work," Abe ducked down, and I did the same. "Judging by the temperature of the body that I measured rectally which is obviously the most accurate way to get the inner body temperature of a corpse. That's a fact, totally procedure. Don't tell anyone I did it," He shook his head. "I guess it is but that's a little weird," I was honest. "Don't worry. I used gloves," He assured me, "Anyway, I am sure Mark was killed around 1:30 am last night. So what were YOU doing at 1:30 am last night." "I went up to my bedroom and collapsed on my bed as I was drunk and trying to escape Mark trying to be flirty just because I'm the only girl here," I explained. "Checks out," He nodded, "So, we need to figure out where everyone was and what they were doing around that time, at the very least, who saw Mark last. Maybe get out there and piece together the story from last night. I'll stay with the body." I left the room and went to find Damien and the Colonel. I found them in a room that I wouldn't even know how to describe. It was dark and had a random looking couch the more I looked I realised it was a cinema room. Damien and the Colonel were having an argument and Damien was yelling. It was unusual to see him like this.