🔎 "no clue...": Clue stage play reader insert

🔎 "no clue...": Clue stage play reader insert

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"Dear Mx ___ we have been delighted to invite you to a meeting at Boddy Manor, we advise you come at 7:30 pm sharp because a certain--Mr. Boddy--has offered to bring an end to a long-standing, confidential and painful financial liability" that was the letter that you found slipped under your door how could you have known a simple little visit would turn into a murder mystery? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (This is based on the stage/play adaptation of clue so I will be using the script for dialogue of the characters, you don't have to watch the play to read this) (Also implied that reader's color is orange, but you can choose name)
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A fanfiction based on the video game, Sallyface. There are always thoughts shoved far back in my mind that I wouldn't dare say aloud. There are memories and stories I want to be heard but won't budge for the life of me. Maybe it's the lack of awkwardness it maintains, or maybe it's the fear of disgust looks towards me that's keeping me from saying these thoughts aloud. I don't know, but it doesn't really matter in the end. I will be dead by the end of May and there's nothing stopping the inevitable. I wish that I could run from this; hide, but I can't. It's here. That vicious, blood-driven entity is not leaving anytime soon. It has us in its grip now. Its grip is tight and inescapable. I've always hated this fucking town. This filthy, horrific place. Especially that room, the one I dare to enunciate, Mrs.Packerton's slaughter factory. It ruined me, probably forever. But that's just where it started. "This smell" I start to say. Ashley looks over to me quickly, intrigued. "This smell, it's Nockfell. This is Nockfell." Human meat, death, and murder are Nockfell. Side note: In this fanfiction, they are all born in 1976; they are all in their senior year.

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