(I a m s p e e d-)

Pen's PoV

My friends and I are just playing Warhammer 40k (ever heard of it? I play it myself), just to try to ignore the creepy vibe of death and murder.

"Ok, bolt rifle strength is 4, what's the toughness?" I ask.

"It's 5."

"Ok, 5+ to wound."

I rolled 3 dice, a 2, a 3 and a 6.

"One wound. 3+ to save."

Eraser rolled a 5.

"Ha!" Eraser chuckles.

"Damn, plague marines are hard to kill!" I admit.

"Urm, guys? Hate to ruin the game but, it's time for lunch." Blocky kindly interrupts.

We snapped a pic of the board, put it away, and headed to the dining room.

Coiny's PoV

Lunch time.

The Losers! Are all sitting down at one of the 8 dining tables, each with 8 chairs each.

If only all of them could be used...

"Hey, Pin?" I asked, hoping to start conversation.

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to go for a walk later today?"

"Sure!"

"Ok..." I reply, hoping something happens in the future...

I saw Bottle run off pretty quickly. Where's she off to? I wonder.

I keep looking around.

But something's off.

Then it hits me.

"W-Where's Marker?"

Marker's PoV

I don't even want to go to lunch.

I just want to stay.

Right here.

The view from the window is ok. I guess.

The door opens.

"Hi-" I say, before realising that there was a hooded figure in the doorway. It held a knife.

"Game over..." it said.

"T-thanos?" I reply.

It wasn't actually thano-

Stapy's PoV

"I'm looking for Marker." I say.

"Ok?" Foldy replies.

I head to the halls.

Where could he be?

Maybe his room.

I climb the stairs to our teams floor.

His door's open.

I go through it.

"Hey Mark-"

Holy shit...

He's dead...

A knife wedged in his chest.

Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shi-

I charged back to the dining room.

Black Hole's PoV

Bottle's back from... somewhere. Keep that in mind BH.

"Hey Remote?"

"Yeah?" She replies with her usual eagerness.

"C-can I t-tell you s-something?" I nervously ask.

"Ok!"

"..."

"Black Hole?"

"I l-"

"EVERYBODY SHUDUP!!!!!!" Yells a third voice.

"What Stapy?" Asks a confused Eraser.

"M-M-Mark-ker... H-he's d-dead..."

"Did I just hear someone's dead?"

We all turn our heads to a fourth voice.

"Time to vote for the murderer." Says Two.

The madman that started this.

(Little time skip)

Third person PoV

"Well, Bottle did run away pretty darn quickly..."

"I'm telling you guys, I'm innocent!"

"That's not enough..."

"P-please guys...   you know I wouldn't kill!"

"That's how Yellow Face died. We can't just accept common sense."

"..."

"I g-guess we h-have to accuse B-Bottle. There's n-nobody else t-to accuse."

"Balloony, you have to shoot her."

"W-w-wh-"

Those were Bottle's last words.

BANG!

Bottle collapsed.

"Well, Bottle isn't the murderer. Head back to your stuff and shit."

Two left, carrying Bottle's and Marker's bodies over his shoulders.

They all left.

Except Tree.

"Why the fuck Two???"

Dead: Pie, Bottle, Firey Jr, Clock, Robot Flower, Nickel, Yellow Face, Marker, Gaty, Snowball

10 down, 49 to go. Pen-cil22, signing out.