[ Who Killed Markiplier? ]

Chapter III

The Detective and I were quiet. He laid on the cushions, eyes closed but occasionally checking his bullet wound. Me, on the other hand thought of what I could do in this place. I could go investigating, but that'd be too dangerous especially if you're alone with somebody who's handicapped. I can't simultaneously watch over the wounded detective and go scouting around the manor.

But I cannot just sit here and probably wait for trouble, I had to do something. So I decided to explore the rooms near where we are right now.

I take a left, returning to Abe's makeshift office. Once again, I was faced with newspaper clippings and post-its about William's hunt. Everything in this very room was screaming about the tragic incident.

The table was a chaotic mess filled with books and more post-its. A typewriter was set on top of it all. A piece of paper on it contained the very words "The Colonel did it" over and over again. Some of the text was inked with red (I don't know if that indicates something, but that's pretty darn scary and threatening.)

I move over to the cork board, noticing pictures of mainly Mark, William, and Celine. Once again, it was all about the hunt.

I could've overlooked everything pinned onto the board due to the fact that I've known what had happened there, but there was one bit of information that I hadn't known until now.

A red line was connecting both pictures of William and Celine, and a sticky note was posted in between it.

"AFFAIR" was written in bold black marker ink.

Once again, shocking information was thrown at me whenever I'm least expecting it.

Celine was a nice gal, (A bit creepy considering she's gotten mixed up with some gypsies as she told us beforehand) but I'd never expect her to cheat on Mark because I assumed she was—

Well.....loyal.

And William, that lying son of a bitch.

Goddamnit... Damn it all.

I scan the cork board further with great intent of finding anything of importance. Everything I've known my whole life was a facade put up by my friends. It felt utterly betraying.

My stay inside the office wasn't prolonged when I heard banging from the other side of the room where I left the wounded detective. I immediately sprung into action fearing that someone or something may be attacking him. The noise was deafening; it's as if it was coming from the very house.

Upon reaching the living room I spot the detective, who was visibly swaying as the banging reached its crescendo. I myself feel the ground shaking tumultuously as lighting and thunder crackled around us.

"What the hell is going on!?" I shout from the far edge of the room.

"I have no idea! The room just started to shake. Is there possibly an earthquake?"

Holding for dear life at the doorway, I look outside the windows to check the surroundings. To my surprise, the trees outside lay tranquil as its leaves dance peacefully to the wind. There's no sign of a quake anywhere.

So that means...

The whole house was shaking on its own.

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Total word count: 531

A happy new year to all of you guys! I've gotten a bit busy over the holidays which means I haven't been able to write more chapters. (This chapter is actually a stored chapter that I was preparing to publish, but school and life got it the way so....heck)

I'm actually hoping I could have more time writing rather than doing school stuff. It's totally my goal to complete this fanfic.

All those aside, I hope you did have a fun time reading this and have a great 2018!