Okay everyone

get your investigator hats out

it's conspiracy time

ALSO SYNONYMS

WHAT ARE THEY

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"I hate this, I hate this, I hate this so much..." Shez mumbled under her breath, huddling into herself and grabbing onto her puffy cream sleeves.

"Hey, Shez, wanna hear a joke?"

Shez grumbled in annoyance.

"Okay..."

"What do you call a fake noodle?"

"..."

"...An impasta."

"I hate this, I hate this, I hate this so much..."

Kendall scoffed, adjusting her grey werewolf hoodie and tilting her fake snout back onto the bridge of her nose.

"Well sorry for trying to lighten the mood..."

The two were walking along one of the empty corridors, the crisp torchlight swooping dangerously low, a few embers flickering about, floating softly.

Shez hung onto the sides of her 1920s fur coat, shivering at the cold breeze coming in through a few of the vents.

Behind the two were Kyril and Liv, Kyril who was walking behind calmly in her pirate costume, humming from the Beauty and the Beast soundtrack.

(I'm sorry, I just saw the reboot yesterday, it is a frickin' masterpiece...okay sorry, back to the story...)

Her denim vest was swaying calmly, as she was adjusting her cream puffy pirate sleeves, her denim oversized pirate's hat swinging slightly.

Both Shez and Kyril had been brought up to speed about Cassie, the others retelling all that they could while rain drummed.

It was exhausting.

Meanwhile, Liv was quietly counting the seconds until she could leave, sweat clinging to her forehead and her ocelot onesie.

Well, at least it was comfy.

As the rest looked calm, Kendall sharing dad jokes and stories of her breaking everything from lights to bedroom lamps.

Shez was staring out a faraway window, which was finally no longer black, but now a really dark slate denim blue.

Kyril wasn't doing much, but rather draining the last contents of her hot cocoa mug, wiping away the milky mustache calmly.

Rain continued to drum outside as fog spread over the earth and stars dotted the denim sky.

Liv was about to lose her mind.

Okay, don't worry about this, in the morning, you'll get to go home...the sun will come up, the skeletons will leave, and you'll be home free...

...or so she hoped.

(...okay, I have to say this, this was actually some of DanTDM's original script for mcsm episode 6, how cool ^^...)

For now, they traveled through the hallway, until they came to a set of oak stairs coming down to a living room. Kendall stopped dead.

Kyril came tumbling into the girl without noticing her, and the two came crumbling on the steps, tumbling down awkwardly.

Shez and Liv both stood in shock, their mouth open ever so slightly, as the two girl's limbs stood out crooked, as the two fell.

Finally, they crashed near the bottom, where they could only see a sliver of Kyril's denim pirate hat, and Kendall's wolf ears.

"So...should we...do something?" Shez asked hesitantly, her words popping out in awkward soothing abashment.

Liv just nodded.

Shez coughed.

"Well then...lead the way, Olivia!" She called down, gesturing down the steps with jazz hands, her creamy white fur coat rippling calmly.

The two stepped down the oak steps at the end of the hallway, wondering how big this mansion was exactly, hanging on to the smooth birch banister.

The room was a small library, rain drumming on the windows softly, a crisp fire crackling in the back, sandstone spread around it.

Next to the sandstone were birch bookshelves, pastel books of slate, auburn, sky blue, cyan, and burgundy all were shown simply.

A few couple of seats, wooden and slanted ever so slightly, and some books lazily splayed about the cyan, red, and coral carpets.

Smoke rose from the fires, giving the room a smoky scent. Wood curved outwards near the ceiling, which showed more bookcases.

A small chandelier hung from the ceiling, made entirely of thin creamy white glass, auburn apple colored lava flowing into it simply.

Paintings of The White Pumpkin wearing a top hat stood by the fireplace, as well as a few others.

And in the middle of the entire mess were Kendall and Kyril. Kendall was slumped over a table, trying to catch her breath.

Kyril was...surprising.

Her pirate's hat, puffy sleeves, and denim vest were now completely gone, instead replaced by something totally unique and different.

The girl now had on a fringed black curly wig, a tan shirt, kakis, and sharpie drawn onto her nose, three lines going out in either direction.

Both girls came rushing down, Shez helping Kyril up, and Liv helping Kendall stand as the girl swayed, stumbling backwards a little bit.

"I...really...hated...that..." Kendall breathed out, clutching her chest and swaying dizzily as she stabilized with the help of her ocelot friend.

Kyril stood up again so fast that Shez screamed, stumbling backwards. Kyril simply dusted herself off.

"Uh...what are you dressed as?" Shez asked as the slate sky rumbled away from the auburn room, making her shiver.

Kyril's eyebrows arched.

"...Oh...oh, what, this?" She asked, gesturing to her newly transformed outfit. She smiled, quite proud of herself for some reason.

"I'm Phil!"

"Phil?"

Kyril groaned.

"You know, AmazingPhil."

"Ah...ah, okay...um, why, if I may ask, when you were dressed like a pirate 20 seconds ago?" Shez asked.

Kyril shrugged it off.

"Okay guys, we should be serious now, I want to get back to the rest of my family, so we better find the others, okay?"

Everyone turned at Kendall's now serious nature, but the girl simply patted down her fluffed up amber coral shaded hair and sat on one of the chairs.

"Sit," She gestured, smiling.

The rest sat at a few of the other chairs, Kyril seeming to grab more warm vanilla hot cocoa from the thin air, giving it out calmly.

A small line of pastel blue began to form in the mountains, settling, but the overall sky remained a dark slate.

Galaxies of blue, dark denim blue, began to fill the sky, white stars crumbling in formations of floating bliss.

Kyril's hot cocoa warmed everyone's throats, and Shez found a few blankets in a nearby closet, the fire continuing to spark warmly.

The four sat around, Kyril lying down and staring up on the celeing, feeling her hands along the soft carpets of coral and rose, cyan and light blue.

A little bit of calm cool silence.

Not too awkward, kind of nice, even.

Then Kendall.

"So...who do you think is the killer?"

Kendall's question sparked annoyance in everyone else, who groaned, Shez tucking in her 1920's fur coat for warmth, which seemed to melt and dissolve into her skin as she shivered.

"What!?" She asked, defensive.

"...it's a valid question. I'm just a curious person, I'm wondering for...curiosity's sake, you know?"

A little bit of silence once again.

"I think it was Cassie," Shez replied honestly, in the back of her mind a muddled puddle of crumbled theories floating calmly and cleanly.

"But she didn't say it was her, for all we know, it was Stacy! Or Lizzie!" Kendall stated, her fists balling up slightly.

"They both died," Shez stated, almost smiling."But they could be faking it!" Kendall sighed, exasperated at Shez's inability to cooperate with her ideas.

"Ok, come on everyone, come on now, don't get greedy," Liv said soothingly, calming everyone almost instantly.

Except for Kendall.

Kendall got up, pushing herself away from her chair, frustrated and growling slightly, auburn and slate flecks splashed across her eyes.

"Okay, maybe it could be Silver...she was really small, and obviously could fit underneath to make those traps..."

She started to circle the carpets.

"Or-or, yes!"

She beamed.

"Maybe it was-it was...Stampy! Because he had the original flint and steel, or it could be Rush, she was..."

The girl started to mumble under her breath, smiling more with each theory that swirled up into her eyes, sparking her webbed foggy mind.

The other three shared looks.

"Hold on Kendall, why would it be Silver?" Kyril asked, adjusting the black wig that had seemed to vanish until now, smiling slightly.

"Because, oh well, because of course, she was small...most of the traps we've seen aren't like Cassie had explained them as..."

Kendall pulled out a small journal, claiming that she had found it in another closet while looking for the others.

She closed one of the slate blue blankets and pulled it over her shoulder loosely as everyone else looked over the slightly blurred words on the smooth paper.

"So...Cassie's original traps were more for her height. The sand trap that killed Sparklez and knocked out Rush...that was really high up."

Everyone shared looks, flipping over all of the pages she had put, seeming to be thousands of notes and observations.

"The traps that killed Stacy were way high up," Kendall continued, gesturing to the celeing with a grim expression.

Shez smiled.

"I think it would have had to have been someone smaller...more agile, too, to avoid all of Cassie's old traps..."

Kendall went on about how the new White Pumpkin had a more higher pitched voice, a little bit younger, not around Cassie's age.

"You know, I did notice that since they were after the flint and steel, which Stampy has, it can't have been Cassie."

"Why not?" Kyril asked, turning to Shez, who had made the observation while sipping her hot cocoa.

Shez was smiling, and something light seemed to click in her eyes, and she pointed to a drawing of Cassie in Kendall's journal.

Everyone else leaned in, quite intent on what she had to say, the fire crisply crackling warmly, wood settling into the ground.

"Because, in Cassie' earlier story, she said that one of the other survivors of a couple of weeks ago told her who had it."

Kyril's eyes opened.

"And...because...because she didn't already kill Stampy, it's not here...Shez, you genies!"

Shez colored, waving her hand nonetheless nonchalantly smiling, saying it was nothing while Liv rolled her eyes simply.

"So...it's someone whose voice is younger, who is smaller, who isn't Cassie and always seems to be there..."

Kyril's nose scrunched up.

"Well who the heck is that supposed to be!?" The quiet most of the time girl asked, throwing her hands up into the oak air.

(...well gosh that sounds weird...)

"Kendall," Liv called attention to, "You must have been so observant to notice these...how did you do it?"

Kendall shrugged.

"I just listened to Cassie's story and ruled the implausible suspects out...it was pretty simple, but you helped, too."

Liv smiled, remembering how when the two were aimlessly walking through the hallways writing stuff down, Liv had added in her own notes.

"We ran into the hallway system, it's huge, much bigger than when Cassie told us about her White Pumpkin rein ..."

Shez's point was interesting.

"That's because there are more of us, probably...there were only about 7, 8-ish other youtubers, now there's 16 of us..." Kyril pointed out.

"...hmm...good point..." Shez almost whispered.

"There are double the amount of paintings now, and whenever we're near them, traps seem to go off..."

Kyril's eyes opened widely and foggily.

"So..."

Shez cut them all off.

"Well, I think we should go to sleep, then we'll wake up in the morning, and we'll get to leave this mansion..."

Liv's mouth fell open.

"But what about the others!?" Kendall flared up at once, even absentmindedly drawing her sword, eyes flashing amber.

Shez shrugged.

"Who know...I mean..." Her voice turned a little bit miserable. She shuffled her feet, not daring to step backwards from her.

"...the others might be...gone..."

"No no no, absolutely not, they cannot be-"

Liv placed her pale hand onto Kendall's shoulder and nodding. Kendall's attitude simmered slightly, her calming down and taking deep breaths.

She knew they were right.

She wasn't sure if Rush had made it, if Silver or Aranna had met their dooms, if Stampy was losing sanity...

It wasn't hopeless, but not exactly bright to go check on them now, when they could all be gone.

Shez smiled and stood.

"...Here..."

Getting a few slate, auburn, light pink, and coral sleeping bags from the closet, she laid them down.

Kyril immediately flopped into the slate one, settling in, her eyes and face relaxing, and soon, she was snoring slightly.

Shez went into the coral one, Kendall chose the auburn, and Liv gladly chose the light pink one.

No one dared to shut the lights off, though Kendall had locked the library doors, just in case.

She floated away.

The crisp fire blurred and melted into sleep.

~~~

No more than 20 minutes had gone by when Kendall was being shaken  awake. Liv's blonde curled frame came into blurred view.

Liv tugged on her ocelot onesie, which Kendall had guessed doubled as pjs, as the girl sat up, rubbing at her eyes groggily.

"I have to tell you something, I just...needed to come here to clean my mind...I have to tell you while they're asleep..."

The fire had gone out a little bit, dimming the room. Kyril's hot cocoa mug was empty, where the girl lay asleep on the floor, milk coating her nose.

Kendall's eyebrows arched.

Her eyes paled, and she rested a hand onto her friend's shoulder. Liv's eyes had trailed down, looking sad and miserable.

"I...it was me..."

Her eyes became thin but watery, clear like salty seawater, threatening to spill over like a ship in rocky shores.

"...I killed Fangirl..."

Kendall stood up so fast her legs wobbled, threatening to melt like waves on a beach. Her pale eyes widened.

"Liv...you're the White Pumpkin!?"

Liv's head tilted to the side.

"Oh, what? No no no no no, I'm not the white pumpkin, I swear it was an accident, I didn't mean to kill her..."

The two looked over to Kyril and Shez, who stirred slightly, mumbling, nursing their hot cocoa comas, turning over in their slate sleeping bags.

Luckily, they remained out cold.

Liv sighed in absolutely abashment but melting relief, sighing, then walking up towards Kendall. She instinctively backed up.

"it was dark, the lights turned off and I-I, I got so scared, so I took out my sword, and it hit a button. I heard something go off and..."

Liv crumbled onto the ground like a broken paper airplane, tears spilling out of her light blue pastel eyes, scrunching up her face into her hands.

Kendall yelped.

"No no! Liv!"

She bent down, rubbing her friend's shoulder soothingly, wrapping her arms around the girl in a hug.

"It's not your fault...so what if your sword hit a button that triggered a trap...it wasn't your fault! Remember, Dan accidentally killed Sparklez!"

Liv sobbed harder.

It was a quiet moment of silence, nothing but the crisp fire, the flickering crackling torches, and Liv's quiet sobs as Shez turned over once again.

Finally, the two stood.

Liv almost smiled.

"Thanks, it feels good to clear my conscience, man, woo!" She placed her hand onto her chest and took deep breaths, smiling now.

"I just, I dunno, one minute the entire place is in the dark, the next, boom!" Liv spread her arms out widely, her own eyes widening.

All of a sudden, an abrupt noise came from a picture on the wall. The picture dissolved in bits of chipped wood.

Rush and Phoenix came rushing through the small slabs were the painting had been, the one of a small pastel swan.

Kendall backed up.

"What on earth..."

"Kendall!"

"Rush!"

"Phoenix!"

"Liv!"

"Kyril!"

Kyril suddenly yelled at the noise, sitting up and stretching her arms towards the sky, looking quiet groggy but smiling nonetheless.

She was clearly still nursing that cream cocoa coma.

Rush launched into a long story of the live stream, people contacting the police, but to no avail.

Then Aranna's death.

"So...she's gone?" Kyril asked, not still 100% sure what was going on at the time being. Rush rolled her eyes.

"No, really?"

Phoenix elbowed her in the shoulder. Rush winced but stayed docile, edging backwards towards the fire.

"So, wait...you killed Fangirl?" Phoenix asked, astonished. Shez had now woken up, tripping over herself by accident.

Abruptly, giant iron bars, meshed together like a foggy spider web, webbed and muddled in a silver slate glow.

Dust settled back onto the floor calmly, and there was someone turning a lock, but to no avail, miserably.

"I can't open the door, what's going on!?" A small but strong voice came from the other side of the wooden doors.

"Silver!?" Kyril yelled.

All of a sudden, the fireplace backed up into the sandstone, leaving thin gaps, and large grey-almost black-spiders, began filling the room.

"Spiders!" Shez squeaked.

Drawing their swords, all members stood back to back as the spiders started to circle, bobbing and weaving like waves on a beach.

One spider lunged at Shez, who screamed and swiftly shook her sword blindly, the spider then vanishing in a quick puff of smoke.

Spider after spider, they came, Kyril dodging and refusing to kill any, just running away, Shez screaming, and Liv killing most of them.

Finally, the room had completely emptied out, full of puffs of smoke and left behind string entangled in itself.

They were gone.

Everyone took big breaths.

"Everyone okay?" Rush asked.

Everyone else nodded.

"That must've been how Dan had died..." Kyril mumbled under her breath.She shivered slightly at the thought.

A bit of silence.

"So...we need to talk," Phoenix's gaze shifted menacingly to Liv, who seemed cornered by everyone else.

The remaining participants closed in around Liv, who started to back up against the fireplace.

"We heard you talking earlier about killing Fangirl...you were so tight-lipped now, why so easy to share?" Kyril asked.

"B-because! I didn't want to bring it up because I didn't want you to think I was the White Pumpkin! But now people are dying over this!"

Kyril and Shez stopped.

"Please! I'm not who you're looking for! I know I'm younger and I have a small build, but I could just sit in a corner for the whole rest of the night, not touching anything, button or otherwise, for the whole rest of the night! You've got to believe me!" The girl begged.

"Ohmygosh, Liv, love, please stop talking for two minutes...come on now, we believe you..." Kendall comforted her.

Liv flushed.

"Sorry, I'm just very nervous right now..."

"Wait a minute," Shez mumbled. "Go back...what did you say about the deaths again?"

The others gave her a confused look. Shez simply and swiftly moved over towards the fireplace, smiling calmly.

"No no, think about it! Liv said that she killed this girl, but I was guarding in  that cyan wooden room, and I didn't see any portrait at all!"

Kyril's eyes widened.

"So..."

"Exactly. Cassie's old traps always had paintings by them, so this means....that maybe the white pumpkin..."

Shez became lost in thought, standing at the fireplace, her rippling cream fur coat washing against her back.

"...maybe...yes! Maybe the White Pumpkin - " She was cut off by the lights shutting off, and Shez felt something.

Something cool, pressed sharply against her back, and Shez screamed sharply, still lost in thought.

Everyone gasped as the light turned back on. Shez's eyes were now milky, and two scars marked at her neck and back.

Burgundy blood was splashing on her body, and her eyes foggy, rolled up into the back of her head, she kneeled over in a melted dissolved mass of burgundy and cream, and Shez despawned.,

Someone had slit her throat.

The participants felt completely abashed.

Everyone looked up to see The White Pumpkin standing behind where Shez's course now laid, scattered stuff everywhere.

The White Pumpkin, in the same simple denim blue jumpsuit, slate and buttoned, their white head shining.

Swiftly swooping down, the White Pumpkin took down its shimmering pastel axe, moving the scattered drops into small hoppers.

The drops became limp and got sucked into the hoppers and the killer stood once again, eyes trained on everyone.

"Enjoying the party?" It asked, tilting its head back ever so slightly and laughing in that deep electronic cold cool voice.

He disappeared down on of the gaps in the fireplace, taking off down a dark corner. Kendall, without thought or reason, ran after him.

"Kendall!" She heard Rush call sharply, but sandstone tan colored pistons were now blocking her, closing around her.

Nothing but a thin hallway, with a blocked exit, a fireplace warming her back, and a killer to catch.

Kendall ran.

She heard muffled, 'Kendall are you okay?'s, and, 'Shez! No!"s. She continued on, running on the wood, surrounding by sandstone.

There, standing on the top of a bunch of oak steps, was The White Pumpkin, his contorted melting almost face smiling.

"Try and keep up," It crooned, stepping on two thin birch pressure plates. Instantly, something opened up from above.

Kendall looked up and saw a bunch of pistons, all aimed at her. She bared dodged it in time as lavender tipped arrows stuck to the ground, whizzing by swiftly.

Kendall breathed but continued, and instantly felt her stomach drop. Soft dark grey sand clumped together in her hands as she struggled to get up.

"Soulsand...?" She whispered.

The hiss of something made her turn around, and lava in shades of auburn and apple came coming at her, and Kendall finally stood.

Struggling against the sand that was keeping her from moving, enveloping her in a thick mess of muddled pebbles and sand, shimmering lightly.

The lava licked her ankle, and Kendall winced, crying out in angst, against all odds, managing to keep going.

Hoisting herself up onto the wood that marked her safely, she stood, not paying attention to the auburn marks splashed across her ankles now.

The White Pumpkin's eyes seemed to widen, and throwing something lavender, disappeared, Kendall turning the corner.

The White Pumpkin fell down a flight of stairs, yelping ever so slightly, and Kendall chased after him, down the oak wooden stairs.

The White Pumpkin seemed to melt and disperse into a thin white surface, and Kendall stiff followed.

She began to feel choking, and she couldn't control her arms shooting out, broken like a crackling airplane.

No, no, no, please no...

Soon, Kendall had melted into a portrait, and feel. Taking a moment to place her hands onto her knees, she winced.

She took giant gulps of air, feeling tears stain her face, wiping them away and spreading them as she shook, relieved.

Thank the Lord above...

But then she remembered the pumpkin.

"This...this guy is frickin' fit..."

Finally, she looked up, just to see The White Pumpkin turning a corner and heading up a bunch of quartz steps.

Kendall turned all around her, brushing her coral hair aside, and gasping loudly and audibly.

All around her were the portraits: She was back in the main living room, where everyone had first gathered.

Salty hot tears stung the back of her eyes, but she blew them off, choking a bit but brushing it off.

She was about to go off to chase the killer, but she heard a click, and she barely saw a lavender tipped arrows, gleaming, shot straight at her.

Crunch.

The arrow found a home.

(I'M SORRY KENDALL. Well, there goes Aiden_The_Writer's Rushdall moment, sorry Logan...)