Who Killed Markiplier? (Mayor X OC SubPlot)

Chapter 1-pt 3

I went under the tape and headed to the other exit of the room. Immediately I heard a raised voice, muffled by a door or wall. "How can you be so flippant?" It was Damian. I moved to the sound of the argument. "Flippant?! I'm taking this matter very seriously." That sounded like the Colonel. I found a door cracked opened slightly. I peeked inside and I saw a distressed Damian. "Oh, don't give me that horsesh*t!" Damian yelled. "I know you hated him, but, g*dd*mmit, he reached out to you." "Oh what do you want from me?" the Colonel asked. "Well, I want you to care!" Damian hopelessly yelled at him. "Just because I'm not weeping like a child doesn't mean that I don't care," was his retort to that. "I can't believe you." Damian sounded so disappointed in his friend. He lifted his cane in frustration, dropped his arm back down to his side, and spoke harshly to the Colonel. "You come find me when you pull your head out of your a**!" He walked to the door and I knew I had to move before he found me. I moved backwards to run but Damian saw me. We both paused and stared at each other through the crack in the door. He sighed and opened the door. "Excuse me," he said angry, walking away. "Dami," I called out to him. I grabbed his hand and he turned to me. His eyes told me everything. He was ashamed that I saw him like that but he was still angry at the Colonel. "It's ok," I told him smoothly. He didn't say anything. He only removed his hand from mine and walked away. I was a little hurt but I knew Damian. He needs to be by himself for a while and he'll be ok. I turn back to the door. 'I need to talk to the Colonel,' I thought.

I walked back and entered the room. I saw him sitting in a chair, staring at the wall next to him, lost in thought I guess, and walked over to him slowly as to not startle him. The Colonel raised his hand in defense. "Damian! I don't-Oh!" he looked forward and saw that it was me. "Ah!" He stood up from his chair, more excited to talk to me than Damian again. "Good to see you again! You were quite the rapscallion at last night's festivities." "It's good to see you again too, Colonel," I said. "If I remember you were quite a ball of mischief yourself." "Why, I shall take that as a high compliment indeed," he said. He bowed and I couldn't help but laugh. I liked the Colonel, I really did. His joyous energy and jokes made me feel at ease. "Ah, it's always a pleasure to talk to you Izzy. But you're probably really here to help the detective with his-" He exaggerated the next phrase with quotation marks with his fingers. "'Investigation of murder'." Even more thunder filled the air and we looked looked out the window behind the Colonel. We faced each other again and he dropped his hands in surrender. "Anyway, I'll help you. I'll tell you what happened to our dear friend Mark." He sounded genuine when he said he wanted to help but when he mentioned Mark it was complete sarcasm. I stayed quite and let him tell me what happened. It did not go as expected. He mockingly acted as Mark as he acted out what he thought happened.

"Oh! Look at me! My name is Markiplier now! Forget all my friends or the people who helped me along the way. Just look at my money! Oh, I need to pay people to be my friends! Hahaha! You like me? Too bad. Oh, glug-glug! Oopsie poopsie. I can't hold my booze. Gotta go off to the little boy's room. Who wants to join me? I'm gonna go there upon my stairs. MY house has more than ONE staircase. Oh, look at me and how great I AM! Oh no, I'm falling. Aaah, I'm dead."

After his re-enactment of Mark's supposed death, he faced me again and I just stared at him with wide eyes with one arm wrapped around me and barely covering my lips with fingers on my other hand. "And that's what happened...probably anyway," he said. I had no words. Not that I ever do but even mentally I have nothing. "So, if you need to corroborate this story with anybody else," he started to wave his away in a shooing motion. "Just be on your way and investigate the entire house. Go now, I'll be here when you're done." I walked away from him and he sat down in the chair again as I left. I had only two take aways from that encounter. The first was that, no matter how much I liked him, the Colonel was crazy, and that second was that he clearly hated Mark. 'If he hated Mark?' I thought. 'Why did he even bother to come to the party?' I didn't want to think of him as a killer, but if I was being honest with myself, he gave off many red herrings. As I thought this, I saw the butler enter halfway into the room. "Miss Knight," he said, "Come with me, I need to show you something." He walked out of the room to lead me. I eagerly followed him. I was praying that he had some real evidence about the murder and not another freak show case. "Now if your looking for answers," he explained as we walked. "There's really no mystery at all." I peeked at his words. 'He knows something!' I cheered mentally. "There's not a single detail of this house that I'm not privy to, and not a single guest that I have not personally vetted." We walked a little bit more before he quickly turned around and pointed a finger at me. "Now I warn you," he said. He started to walk again. "What you are about to see is not for the faint of heart. A domain of evil this is..." We stopped in front of a small gate in front of a small staircase that went down into the cellar no doubt. He grimly speaks to me again. "But in we must go."