The Tale of Jordan Frye and Jimmy Casket

Chapter 1: Blowhorns and Nerf Guns

It was cold. The air was tense. The dead body of a young woman was found stabbed to death. The police have almost cleared the area and were ready to retrieve the body for an autopsy. It was risky business because the body had been stabbed so many times, the head and limbs were fragile. As the rookie officer and forensic specialist prepared the body, someone was waiting above them on a darkened window sill. His jeans and blue hoodie were soaked in blood, making reddish purple splotches on the cheap blue hoodie, with a red triangle and a yellow V over it. His knife was covered with crimson, much like his eyes. He had blood red eyes with only tiny black specs for pupils and dark brown hair, somewhat concealing the monster behind them. The murderer released a maniacal laugh, scaring each of them. He jumped down from the sill with an usual mixture of bluntness and grace, his knife clearly shining in the moonlight. "Hello!" The madman greeted with an eerie smile, "Do you like what I did? It was a lot of fun to do!" The cop got in front of the unarmed forensic specialist and tried to whip out her gun but, with inhuman speed, the psychopath stabbed the officer before she could shoot. He turned around to see that the bystander was running for it. He smiled, breaking out into laughter. "Running won't help you! Don't you know that running only makes it more fun for me?" He chased after the forensics expert, backing him into another dark alley, with the madman blocking the way. The poor guy had no way out. "Come on! Don't you want to know my secret?" His to-be victim, shook his head. "Are you sure? It's a good one!" Before he could respond again, he was stabbed in the side. HomelessGoomba fell to the ground.
Jimmy Casket won this round.

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The computer screen flashed the results of the murderer winning again. With his siblings whining in the background, Venturian turned to the camera, "That, is all for this time. If you enjoyed this video of us bringing back the game of Muuuurder and me dominating the game like in old times, leave a like, leave a comment, and we'll see you, next time." He gave his classic salute and ended the recording.

"Man! That was fun!" Issac cheered.

"Yeah," Cierra agreed, "No wonder our fans wanted this back."

"It's like nothing changed." HomelessGoomba smiled, "Including Bethany's ability to die first."

"Hey!" The ginger snapped, "I'm just out of practice."

"Sure you are." Jordan laughed, "Anyways, let's go to the kitchen. I'm getting kinda hungry."

"Same here," Isaac agreed. Venturian ended the Skype call, closed Gmod, and got up. As he did, he heard a shrill, high-pitched laughter, startling him. "Thank you for bringing me back. I promise I'll return the favor." Jordan looked around his room, wondering where the voice had come from. With caution in mind, he grabbed a plastic lightsaber and opened the door. When he did, a blow horn was blasted in his face. It was his youngest sibling, Isaac.

It scared the life out of Venturian. "Not cool, dude!" Jordan snapped. Without warning, he grabbed blow horn out of his brother's hand and blew it in his face, each of them bursting into laughter. Issac started running up the stairs to the ground floor with Jordan not far behind. Bethany and Cierra were seated in the living room, eating pizza, while watching their oldest and youngest siblings chase each other around. Eventually, Venturian catched up and they begin to wrestle.

Bethany crossed her arms, trying very hard to hold back a smile. "Can you stop it? You guys are acting like little kids."

Their eldest brother put Issac in a headlock. "What's the fun in that?" Jordan joked as his brother tried to squirm out of the headlock. "That may have worked when we were 8 and 15 but, it's been 10 years. You're not getting out as easy as that."

In their distraction, Cierra winked at her younger sister and they turn to their brothers. The Frye sisters pulled out Nerf guns from behind their backs and fired at them. Jordan lets go of Issac and they retreat to grab their own weapons. In the chaos and fun, Venturian had completely forgotten about the voice he heard in his room. It wouldn't belong before he was reminded of it again.