Murder at Hotel OJ

Chapter 1

It was a beautiful day outside; perfect for a party. Bomb, Cabby, Candle, Mic, Nickel, Paintbrush, Paper, Silver Spoon, Soap, Suitcase, and YinYang were all gathered in the lobby dressed up in disguises and talking amongst themselves. OJ enters the lobby, dressed as a snazzy host.
"Welcome! Thank you all for following the outfit guide that was sent to you with your invitations. Now, I assume you all read your character sheets. Today is a very special day," OJ said. He looks over and notices someone approaching. "Oh, and here comes the lady of the hour, the light of the party, the birthday girl, Lightbulb!"
Lightbulb enters wearing a cute dress. She bows.
"Thank you for coming. Omga! You guys look amazing!" She said, "I'm so excited!"
OJ clears his throat.
"Yes, now on to the nitty gritty. For this murder mystery game, one of us will be murdered, and the rest suspects. Paintbrush and Lightbulb are exempt from this due to their roles, which I will get into now," OJ said, "Everyone has been assigned roles for the characters they will be playing. Remember, participation is required as it is Lightbulb's birthday."
"Of course," Paintbrush said.
"As expected," Silver Spoon said.
"I am the host, literally and in the game, so I will be stationed in my office. As for the rest of you, I will tell you where you will be stationed now," OJ said. "Paintbrush is the detective and will be stationed in the lobby with Lightbulb, who is the journalist."
Paintbrush nodded.
"Soap and Paper, you two are the Maid and Butler. You will both be positioned in the kitchen." OJ said.
"Yes, of course," Paper said.
"Cabby, you're the historian," OJ said, "so you're positioned in the Library."
"Understood," Cabby said.
"Oo! O! May I read the next ones!" Lightbulb asked.
"Go right ahead," OJ said.
"Suitcase, you're a girl boss," Lightbulb said.
"Businesswoman," OJ said
"And Spoony, you are the Prince of Sterling," Lightbulb said.
"Don't call him Spoony..." Paintbrush said.
"You two slay kings will be chillaxing at the pool," Lightbulb said.
"Why, of course, dear," Silver Spoon said.
"Two face, I mean YinYang, you're a poet, and you didn't know it!" Lightbulb said," You'll be in the Art Room with Mic, who is a Punk Rock Princess. You can make lyrics together!"
Yang laughs "Oh this is fuuun!!!"
"Yeah," Mic said before noticing Knife. "Oh, are you gonna be playing..."
"No..." he said.
Lightbulb and OJ continued to read out the following roles: Nickel is the locksmith and is located in the arcade, Candle is the psychic and Bomb, is the Flourist both located in the garden. With that done, they were dismissed to their stations for an hour or until a victim is found.

Lightbulb was excited. She kept thinking of scenarios for who could possibly kill who. Knife chuckled.
"Reminds me of a game I played with Fan," he said.
Before long, a sudden wave of drowsiness hit the three. Lightbulb yawned.
"Wake me when it's time," she said before falling asleep.
Paintbrush yawned, too. Not a moment or two later, both Paintbrush and Knife passed out. As Knife drifted, he thought he could hear the sound of glass shattering.

When the trio came to, they were dizzy and confused. Unsure of how much time passed, Lightbulb checked the time. An hour and 15 minutes had gone by. That's when they heard it. A scream. A panicked, blood-curdling scream.
"That sounded like Paper," Knife said.
The trio rush towards the sound of Paper's horrified cry. That's when they find him. OJ, laying lifeless on the floor of his office, in a puddle of his own juice. A part of the rim of his cup shattered. Lightbulb and Paintbrush gasp in horror. Knife stares in disbelief. Paper, clearly traumatized, panics.
"What do I do!?" Paper cried, "I don't know what happened! I-i think I've been framed!"