TW//: Swearing, blood, death.

George locked up the door after shutting it, you step back a few steps. That was... horrifying. You look to your left, the Detective stood there by the wall as the Colonel came strutting down the hall.

"What the Hell is going on? Where's Owen?"
The Colonel asked, standing by the Detective.

"He's gone, and so is everyone else."
George said simply. What a pessimist... there's still some here! But... Jacob- oh God... wasn't he planning something for the town...? George walked by you as the Chef and the Butler rounded the corner.

"Wait a minute, where the Hell do you think you're going?!"
The Detective snapped after George, pointing at him as George walked off.

"Away from here! This place is cursed! If you'd half a brain, you'd all do the same."
George called back, still walking off. Away from the hallway, and presumably to his words- away from the manor.

"Don't walk away from me! Where's Owen? Where's Jacob!?"
The Colonel called out to George angrily, but he looked around at the others too, just wanting a general answer.

"I've spent 25 years cooking for these uppity fucks. I'm not about to die for 'em! I quit! Bitch!"
The Chef stated, ladle still in hand as he walked away. Leaving as well. The Butler came over next, placing a hand on the Colonel's shoulder.

"I know things seem far beyond your control right now, but such that is for all of us here. I shall take my leave, and I implore you to do the same."
The Butler said, removing his hand from the Colonel's shoulder, yet he hadn't stepped back before the Colonel spoke up.

"I, won't let, my friends die, in this godforsaken house!"
The Colonel snarled out at the Butler, looking over at you as well. The Hell is he looking at? You did nothing wrong!
"And if you all are too much of a coward to do the same, you had best leave before I kill you myself!"
The Colonel spat, looking at the Detective, then the Butler, then you. Before turning around and storming off, probably to his room.

"Now you hold on a second, I've got more questions—"
The Detective started, trailing the Colonel and grabbing his shoulder. The Colonel shoved him off almost immediately.

"Get your hands off me!"
The Colonel spat out before continuing to walk onwards. Leaving the hallway as well.

"What the Hell is going on here?!"
The Detective snarled, looking back at you for a few seconds before continuing after the Colonel. You turn to the Butler.

"I know he's in pain and I know you might be, too... but we need to leave this place. There's only death here now."
The Butler said, glancing back at you a few times before walking off as well. Leaving you alone.

...why can you faintly hear a heartbeat?

"Hey!"
Someone whispered sharply into your ear, you turn around and there was no one there. Why did it sound like Owen..?
"Help!"
The whispered voice of Owen called, you walked closer to the locked dark oak door that led into the séance room. You can't get in, so you turn back in. The world went grayscale, the cream walls going a soft grey or white under light. The wood coloured black. What the...

"Madness!"
You hear a distorted voice say from down the hall, you don't know who it was.

"You wanna talk about madness? Madness is stealing your—"
The words became unintelligible to your ears with the heavy distortion. You walk down the warped hall. What was going on? You hadn't heard this before.

"Be careful."
You distortedly hear as you vision zoomed out, only to zoom back into another spot. The stairs.

"Now this evening, it's not all about the poker; it's not all about me."
Scott's previous words echoed in your head, slowly distorting as well. Your vision zooms out again,

"Can't we resolve this amicably?"
Jacob's words distortedly echoed faintly as you walked through the living room.

"Life needs a little of madness, eh, chap?"
The Colonel's voice also distortedly echoed in your head as you continued onwards through the manor.

"Good to let the beast out every once in awhile, eh, old friend?"
Jacob's still distorted voice repeated.

"I'm not gonna just sit around and let you drag my partner to their very likely death!"
The Detective's distorted voice echoed as you turned left, into the dining room. Your vision zoomed out again as you look into the kitchen, zooming back in at a room. The murder scene room. You finally get to have a look at it, two couches pressed up against each other, facing a fireplace. Wooden flooring. Most likely cream walls, two windows on either side of the fireplace with fancy curtains. You can't tell colours, your world is grey after all.

"I thought I told you to stay out of my kitchen!"
The Chef's voice was so distorted it sounded different, but you knew it was the Chef. You know that line. The lights start to flicker. White specks off dust where almost completely static in the air.

"A domain of evil this is... but in we must go."
The Butler's distorted voice said. You looked right, into a very dark section as you walked on. You spied a grandfather clock, but you looked away before you looked at it closer. The lights flicker with each heartbeat. You settle your eyes on a room you haven't seen before, this is new... how did you not see it before?

"You first..."
A distorted voice of the Detective said.

Your vision fades back into colour as you step closer to the room, an oak desk sat in the middle. Scattered in papers, a typewriter in the middle, a few thick books scattered on the far edge, an unfinished glass of cider on the table. Two ornate chairs with black cushions sat in front of the desk. More brown curtains, but with fancy designs in a lighter brown this time, covering a window completely. You walk int the room more. Looking over to the left where a large dark oak desk stood, tucked close to the wall. You assumed this was the Detective's office. There was also a bulletin board almost entirely covered in newspapers and pictures and more things, you can faintly make out a few of the headlines. "MAYOR IN LEGAL TROUBLE", "CELEBRITY ACTOR IN CAHOOTS WITH BELOVED MAYOR?", "POLICE REMAIN CLUELESS ABOUT CELEBRITY DEATH", "SAFARI HUNT GONE WRONG". What, the, Hell?... there where also pictures of the Chef, the Butler, Jacob, Owen, the Colonel, and also the Detective themselves on the board. You walk further into the room, glancing at a paper on the desk- "THE COLONEL" was repeated several times over in messy handwriting. Almost insane. You look away. Looking at one of the newspapers now on the desk, a duplicate. It was the safari one, The Colonel front and centre. But above that... "CELEB ACTOR SECRETLY A DEMON IN DISGUISE?"... how peculiar, you don't think Scott is a demon.

He seemed... kind enough.

You look over to the left, a few stick notes in an empty boom shelf. You skip past that, your eyes scanning the board. Sticky notes, you ignore most of them. Picking out a few other things though. "Not marriage material" was on a sticky note up by The Colonel, then there was a picture of the Colonel with... Owen? Huh... you look on, continuing you gaze right, flicking over a few things. A new newspaper— "FALLEN MOVIE STAR", god... the news of Scott's death got out quick... you turn to the typewriter. A messed haze of "THE COLONEL DID IT." Over and over, getting worse as it went, same phrase, but occasionally missing words or letters or jumbled around. It was insanity. You look over left, on-top on one of the books was the picture of the Colonel, the one you found. You picked it up, before bringing it down- you flinch back in expectancy of the Colonel appearing again. He didn't.

"There you are! I've been meaning to ask some questions—"
The Colonel said, his voice slowing down in mild confusion, from the doorway. You snap to him. At least he didn't appear again. The Colonel stepped into the room, looking around. Before picking up the safari paper. His paper.
"What is this? The detective's been keeping tabs on us? The detective's been keeping tabs on me. And Owen! He's the one who orchestrated ALL of this! He DID this!"
The Colonel snarled, anger obviously rising in his tone.
"Detective!"
The Colonel exclaimed, turning around. Almost limping, almost.
"DETECTIVE!"
The Colonel yelled out, you trail behind him, you don't know why. As you turn the corner, your now at a staircase, the Colonel storming up it.
"Where are they?"
The Colonel asked, his voice low and threatening. Oh. God.
"They took them from me... he took my friends from ME. They took...Owen. They took Jacob! Where are they?"
The Colonel exclaimed, reaching the second level. Opening a door on the left.
"WHERE ARE THEY?!"
The Colonel exclaimed as he tried the door to the right, you reach a hand out to him. But put it down.
"DETECTIVE! Are you hiding them from me?!"
The Colonel asked you sharply, you back away as he checked a door to your right. God, he was terrifying.
"They can't hide forever. GET OUT OF MY WAY!"
The Colonel snapped at you, shoving you into a wall as he stormed onwards. You turn around, seeing Colonel walking down a hallway- a railing to the left dropping to the lower level... the Detective was at a door, doing... something.

The Colonel had his gun in hand. The Colonel had his gun out. Oh no.

"DETECTIVE!"
The Colonel snapped. The Detective immediately turned around, taking their gun out and pointing it at the Colonel. The Colonel pointed his gun at them.

"You'd better choose your next words carefully, Colonel."
The Detective said, his gaze sharp on the Colonel as he approached.

"Only my friends get to call me by that name, and you, sir, are NO friend of mine!"
The Colonel snapped out, approaching carefully.

"Well, you're the one to talk about friends, you MURDERER!"
The Detective spat out, and just as expected. Thunderstruck.

"I didn't kill anybody! This is MADNESS!"
The Colonel spat out... wait, this was familiar.

"Oh, you wanna talk about madness? Madness is stealing your best friend's husband."
The Detective spat. Oh...... oh God.
"Madness is squeezing him for cash to fund your own sick sexual exploits with that very man—"
The Detective didn't finish.You grabbed the Colonel's shoulder, trying to get him to lower his gun. You seen the rage in his eyes. He shoved you off, you stumbled backwards.

What the Hell was the Colonel?

"SHUT UP!"
The Colonel spat out at the Detective.

"Madness is plotting the death of your childhood friend because you can't handle the—"
Thunderstruck as the Detective spoke.

And the Colonel shot them.
Shot them right in the heart.
You felt fear soak into your bones.
Thunderstruck.

The Detective sunk to the ground, dropping his gun. You grab the Colonel's shoulder, he needed to put the gun down. He just killed a man—

As you wrestle for the gun, another shot goes off.

Your vision hazed white.

He shot you.
Right in the abdomen.

He shot you.

You look at your hands, previously holding your wound. They where coated in blood. Your own blood. You're body went backwards, starting to fall over the railing. The Colonel reached out for you, he didn't catch you in time. But you caught his words.

"It was an accident!"

You crash down on the floor. Your body laid limp.

"I swear..."

And there was nothing. Nothing but void.

You hear faint creaking, before Scott's body was before you. Laying down on the floor, his eyes black. Dust floated around.

"It's not fair, isn't it?"
Scott's body said. Before you looked up.

You see... Scott's. But... not the one you know, his different characters. Only four, though.

Empires, the first season. Long, cyan hair braided neatly. Two large golden antlers protruding his head, and Elven ears. Two large white wings behind him, a light blue blouse with black trousers and winter boots. Pale skin. Where's the rest of his outfit...? He was fancier than this. Oh, and he had a cyan haze around him.

3rd Life. Short cyan hair, yellow crystals gently floating around his head. A wilted poppy tucked behind his left ear. His eyes where yellow. Second life then... he had his white shirt, minus the yellow stripe. And dark blue denim jeans with white and yellow trainers. Pale skin. He had a yellow haze around him.

Origins. Fluffy, purple hair, black in some places, white specks in his hair like a small galaxy. Purple eyes. His arms and legs fading from purple to black with white, light purple and cyan specks in, like more stars. A long, light blue jacket with a golden trim. A golden chain holding it on. And a white shirt. His skin, only visible on his face, was pale as well. He had a purple haze.

And then Afterlife, second life, the vampire. Short white hair, red eyes. A puffed sleeved white blouse, a red vest with golden buttons on top. Black trousers, and sleek black boots. Pale skin, just like the rest of them. He was also missing some of his clothing. He had a red haze.

"He took everything from us, all of us. And then he trapped us with broken shell and no way out."
Empires said, both talking to the group, and you.

Wait.

All of them?

Were they talking about Scott...? Not those Scott's, but the Scott you know. The Actor, the dead one.

"It's true."
Origins muttered, his arms crossed over his chest.

"I thought it was the house, like Owen, but..."
Afterlife chimed in, pausing his words.

"No one thought he'd fall this far."
3rd Life finished for Afterlife, who scoffed.

"And everyone played right into his hands."
Empires said, his hands folded behind him.

"He'd been planning this silently for years and now that son-of-a-bitch is using his immortality to copy the main's looks, walking around like HIM! He's far from it... made up bastard. Fucking—"
Vampire snarled, lightly kicking the body that laid limp. It barely moved.

"V we can't do this right now."
3rd Life intruded, trying to calm Afterlife down, or at least shut him up.

"Hey. We know you have questions and we can't answer everything right now. Just know that Actor stole our rights to keep the changing cycle from going al for his weird want for vengeance over the cheating that happened in his universe and want for more power."
3rd Life explained simply, Origins nodded along.

"But here, in this... void of ours, death does not mean the same thing. And what I mean by that is that this doesn't have to be the end. You're trapped here, just like us. But you're body... it's still out there. Broken a little maybe, but still there."
Empires chimed in, his hands still folded. Formal... though he wasn't acting as formal as usual... maybe he's just stressed.

"And the same way you got here, is the same way we can bring you back. But you can't survive on your own. You are dead, Charlie saw to that outcome."
3rd Life reminded. How pleasant.

"We know that this sounds crazy. And honestly, I don't know what the fuck is going on either. But please, trust us..."
Empires said, giving a soft sigh.
"Just... let us in. We can all fix this together."
Empires said. All of them flickered, going into the void for half a second before coming back.

"This is your only way of escape after all."
Afterlife said. You thought, before hesitantly nodding.

"Okay... just relax. Everything will be alright."
Origins said, giving you a soft smile of reassurance.

They all slowly faded away, back to the void...

Your eyes snap open. Your vision focused on the ceiling and the chandelier above you. Your vision waved for a second, a cyan glitch around some points. It faded away as you sat up. Your vision returned to normal. You stood up, you where down by the entrance. You looked around, and as you turned- you saw the Colonel. Sitting on a small couch by the entrance. He lost his jacket, only wearing a pale yellow blouse with red suspenders. You flinch back.

"Oh no! No! It's okay."
The Colonel said, slowly standing up.
"I-I thought you where dead... I-I-I mean of course you're not dead! You're not— how could you be dead? I mean, I-I wouldn't have killed you... I didn't kill you... I mean, of cour—I-I... of course! I didn't kill anybody! I didn't... it was all a joke!"
The Colonel gave a small, weak laugh. Was he insane?
"Of course, it was all a joke! Were you in on this!? Did Jacob put you up to this? Of course he did! Jacob, where are you, you rapscallion? Where are you? Owen?"
You watch as the Colonel limped down the hall. You finally see his shoes, black knee high boots. The Colonel faded from sight, blabbering about it all being a prank that Jacob and Owen where in on. You ignore him.

Instead, you turn to the mirror. It was always there, you just didn't care about it. You walked up to it. There was a ornate, silver dagger with a black handle stabbed into the wood. You grabbed it. And suddenly. Your hand was yours. Pale skin, the veins tainted black. The hand looked like... Scott's. Just... odd. You look up at the mirror. You aren't you. Scott stood there, his long cya hair loose, hitting his shoulders. His eyes almost a glowing cyan, that was unnatural, cat-eye eye-liner too. He had a dark grey shirt on. He stared for a minute...

Before cracking his neck. Which gave a sharp crack. He cracked your neck.

You're dead.
Again.

The mirror cracked as well, but didn't crumble. You seen this Scott, a murmur telling you that this was wrong, that this was a glitch, that they shouldn't be their. You didn't listen to it. This Scott had grey skin, his sclera now black. His hair dulled out, a glitchy cyan outline surrounded him. He stared at you, and gave you the most devilish grin you've seen. He took the dagger and left. Leaving you in the mirror.

Alone.

Forever.

(...how unfortunate...)

(This series is not of my creation, the original concept is from Markiplier in his WHO KILLED MARKIPLIER? series. The credits for this creation go to him.)
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