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Anabel was stunned. She stared at the body laying ahead of her, laying silently on the bathroom floor. She was attempting to speak yet no words came from her mouth. "Hea...Heather..." She thought she felt a tear rolling, yet her face was dry. She thought she was overheating, yet her hands were ice cold. She kneeled over Eva's body, shaking it intensely. "Cmon Therapist Eva...wake..wake up...this isn't funny!!" Anabel struggled to hold her emotions together, she wanted to run, wanted to scream and chug flavored water, yet deep down she knew that wouldn't fix her problems. "HEATHER!" She screamed as loudly as she could, she felt that everybody was ignoring her, too focused on the partying and flavored water to care. Yet she knew there was always one person who'd care.

"Anabel what's-" Heather gasped, "is that, the pathetic THERAPIST?!?!" She stood there stunned, "But how did someone..." she then formed a smile, "I'm impressed."

"Heather this is...this is serious!" Anabel could barely form her words.

"Right, right sorry. I'll call the authorities right away!" She then took out her phone at a snails pace and typed 912 on her phone.

"Heather, it's 911! You idiot!"

"Oh ha-ha right, silly me! I just don't usually call the authorities for these inconveniences." She then called them and explained the situation, "so uhhh yeah we have like a dead body but you don't have to rush don't worry nobody cared for her an-" Anabel took her phone.

"This is urgent! The best therapist ever is dead and even more importantly I'm a sweaty mess and don't know where the shower is!!" Heather raised an eyebrow and Anabel gestured her to shut up. "Please hurry you lovely police!"

Heather continued her look, "We're in the bathroom women."

While Anabel filled in the police about the details, Heather went to inform the others, by rounding them all up to the bar (which serves flavored water ONLY) about the situation. "So uh yeah we have a corpse so if you wanna check it out go ahead."

"Wait really?!?!" Dream was in shock, "I was sure the security of the party was-"

"Oh boy, it sounds like a mystery!" Mickey said, bringing out his pen and paper, "that I'll solve!"

"There's no need, the police are on the way. Well that's if they listened to pathetic Anabel of course," Heather chuckled.

"Who died?" Said Dream's number one fan, Fan 166, "Please don't tell me it was my precious Dreamy-"

"I'm right here cutie don't worry!"

"Oh hehe right!" She said staring Dream in the eyes, "I forget the things I see."

"Yuh I'm pretty sure that dumb therapist died." Devin said pouring some flavored water, "What? I'm psychic, heck I'm the most powerful one here you non pencil people!" He then tripped on a napkin.

"Will all of you stop with the goo goo eyes! I'm all for ignoring dead bodies but this is ridiculous! If you're going to get away with murder do it the right way idiots!" Heather then stepped on the bar, making Bartender Devin gasp in shock, "as a former murderer, we must solve this murder!"

"Heather take my pencil, It'll give you more authority," Devin said handing her a giant pencil.

"Oh boy this sounds like an adventure!" Squealed Mickey in excitement, taking out his spy glass.

Heather shook her head, "I told you authority is coming! How could I be more obvious!"

"I can help you too Heather," Dream Fan 166 got uncomfortably closer to her, "I'm a former murderer myself."

"So attractive." Dream said.

"Wait so are we just not going to address the elephant in the room right now? We are literally surrounded by psychopaths claiming to want to help us!" Everyone slowly turned to Rick, they didn't really trust him as in the past he hypnotized the people of the DCU (dumb cinematic universe) but he was the only singer they could hire for their party. Rick cleared his throat, "look I know nobody trusts me, but doesn't anybody else have a concern that majority of the people here are claiming to be murderers!"