Fanfic: Murder at Myron’s 🦉 Part 4/4

Hey Poptropicans, this is a guest post by Magic Kid. Enjoy!

Alright Poptropicans! Magic Kid is back again with the final part of the fanfiction, Murder at Myron’s. (Read parts 1, 2, & 3 first! 🙂) 

The villains are pointing fingers, investigating, and analyzing everything and everyone in order to figure out who murdered Myron Van Buren. It’s extremely difficult, however, to figure out. All the shifty suspects are 100% capable and dangerous, but all claim innocence. 

They had just discovered a secret tunnel and some more interesting variables when another well-known— yet uninvited— villain turned up. More contention will break out as they blame the newly arrived Dr. Hare for the murder. But what happens to him, to our Narrator Merlin, and to every villain at that dinner-gone-wrong?

You’ll have to read this shocking conclusion to the series in order to find out for yourself what happens in the end…

Murder at Myron’s

Part 4/4

All the Villains except Dr. Hare were shock-quiet as Dr. Hare, pink bunny suit and all, stepped inside in the warm house and shivered in the sudden temperature change. And then more chaos, more arguing, and just more contention in general broke out for probably the millionth time that evening.

Captain Crawfish pinned Dr. Hare against the Lincoln Log style walls of the cabin and shouted at him. “WHY DID YOU KILL MYRON? AND TO HAVE THE NERVE TO COME BACK TO THE SCENE OF THE CRIME LIKE AND INNOCENT LITTLE SHRIMP? HOW DARE YOU, RABBIT!”

Everyone else was ganging up on Dr. Hare and joining in on the shouting now.
“I see how it is! You got mad you weren’t invited and decided to get a little bit of revenge, right? Daphne poked at him.

“N—no! I got an—”

I was accidentally pushed roughly against the wall by the villains gathering and this kind of behavior continued.

“Who are you working with?” demanded Mademoiselle Moreau, who had been the one to discover that breakthrough of the window having to have been unlocked from the inside.

“Why would you DO this?” asked Ringmaster Raven angrily.

“M—Myron’s d—dead?” Dr. Hare asked, barely managing to talk because of Crawfish’s grip on his throat.

“AYE, YOU MUCK OF SLIME—”

“What should we do with him?” Director D asked in cold rage.

Gretchen replied in equal anger “I don’t know! I think we should just let Crawfish have him at the moment!”

“No! Wait— I didn’t—”

“Why else would you come here uninvited?!” Mordred shouted.

The yelling and the screaming were quite a lot for me so I wiggled free from the spot that I had been pined to the wall by the door’s security system and flew out of there.

Finally free from the place I had been trapped, I quickly flapped away from the riot. I went over and landed on the antlers of the moose head mounted above the fireplace.

Y’know I WAS glad that they had Dr. Hare and that the evidence kinda pointed toward him so I guess that we could call this case closed? Does this mean that it’s over, that its done and we got him?

No, that didn’t sit quite right. There were still some things that needed to be figured out before we could say that Myron Van Buren’s murder was solved.

Firstly, Dr. Hare seems genuinely confused at the hostile way his appearance is being treated. If he could just have some time to say his side of things (perhaps when the other villains are finished with him) I’m sure that I could prove his innocence.

Secondly, there were at LEAST two people involved with this crime (According to Mademoiselle Moreau’s theory) which means that if Dr. Hare did it, he would have had someone on the inside, which means that theres going to be more accusations and arguing about who else is guilty or not.

And lastly, I couldn’t shake this strange feeling as though there was really more to this murder than meets the eye.

We needed to investigate the crime scene more. It didn’t feel as though we did it thoroughly enough, there was more arguing than actually concrete breakthroughs. Now that I thought about it, I don’t think anyone really knew how Myron died other than that foul play was involved.

I noticed that Count Bram was hovering a few feet behind the riot and noise and was staring at the scene with strong disapproval.

I flapped over by him.

“Hello!”

“Oh, hello Merlin,”

“Would you like to help me with something?”

Count Bram shrugged. “Alright, but I am just making sure vat they don’t kill ve bunny man.”

“He should be fine, this should be quick, I promise!” I responded, admittedly also worried about Dr. Hare. “Follow me!”

I flew over to the trophy room, Count Bram trailing in his dark cloak after me.

“Okay so we just have to figure out how Myron dies and hopefully—”

I stopped as we made it through the doorway.

I was shocked.

“Vel,” Count Bram sighed in his thick accent, “I think ve is missing… again.”

Myron’s body was not there!

It was gone!

Someone must have moved it?!

There was still bright red blood on the floor where he had been laying only a few minutes ago, but nothing else remained of him.

We gathered all the villains back into the trophy room (Crawfish dragged in a chair which Dr. Hare was tied to) and they all gasped and talked to one another.

“I can’t believe he’s missing again!” Director D exclaimed.

“Did you see anyone move it?” Black Widow asked to no one in particular.

“So it can’t have been Dr. Hare?” Mordred said disappointingly.

“Well, no,” Raven said. “We know at least two people were involved so it could have been his partner!”

“Yessssssssss,” Mordred whispered in victory.

Dr. Hare tried to talk but it just sounded like: “MPHMMMMH” because he had been gaged.

I, though very nervous, decided to speak what had been on my little robot mind. I had to raise my voice a bit over the buzz of noise.

“We should let Dr. Hare tell his side! Perhaps it’ll make more sense of things?”

“ARG, NAY!” Captain Crawfish said at once. 

“Actually that might be a good idea.” Daphne said.

“Let him! I’m interested to what he’ll say to defend himself.” Black Widow agreed.

At her words, Daphne promptly walked over to Dr Hare and untied his gag.

“Start talking.” She said.

“I didn’t do it! I just arrived here on time like the invitation said! I’ve got no clue what you mean by all this I swear! I—” Dr. Hare said quickly but he was cut off.

“You got an invitation?” Mordred shot at him.

“Yes!” Dr. Hare said. He wiggled as he tried to reach for something in his pocket but he was bound so tightly to the chair that his attempt was in vain. “It’s in my front pocket.”

Winston stepped forward (very cautious as the rioting previous had somewhat scared him) and extracted a prettily decorated envelope.

“It is legitimate!” Winston announced as he examined it. “This is Myron’s handwriting and it has his seal on the envelope. Huh. The card is the exact same as everyone else’s but the time says for him to come is a few hours later than everyone else’s said.”

“Interesting,” Mademoiselle Moreau said. “I wonder why Myron would do that?”

“Yeah, that’s a little odd,” Raven agreed.

“See? SEE? Can you untie me now?” Dr. Hare strained against the rope.

Gretchen shot a look at Crawfish and he mumbled something and unties Dr. Hare.

Dr. Hare stood up and groaned in relief.

At that moment, unexpectedly, something happened.

If it hadn’t have happened the villains would probably fight some more but that unexpected something that happened changed that.

All the lights in the cabin went out.

The winds were so strong that a thick branch had broken off from it’s tree and fallen on a very important electrical box which shut off all the power in the cabin.

Someone must have also extinguished the candles and lamps as well because everyone was plunged into absolute darkness.

Now for people who live in a stormy area, a power outage is normal and you know exactly where to find the flashlights and lanterns. You’d be cool with it.

But these villains, however terrifying had never really experienced a power outage before.

That, coupled with a murderer or two on the loose, I don’t think there was a single villain who didn’t scream.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” The shouts echoed through the pitch black cabin.

“Who turned off the lights?”

“Ouch, watch it!”

“Who am I standing by right now?”

“Me!”

“Who’s ‘me?’”

“Guys does anyone have a flashlight?”

Through the jumble, a hair-raising laugh pierced the room around them. It hadn’t come from anyone it that group, it seemed to leak from the walls.

“What was that?!”

“GUYS I’M FREAKING OUT A BIT.”

“I don’t know!”

“Where did it come from?”

“No clue. It felt like it came from everywhere!”

“Guys, seriously, who is this by me?”

“FLASHLIGHT. FOCUS. WE NEED A FLASHLIGHT.”

“Oh wait!” I said these last words as I remembered that my eyes literally are flashlights. I turned them on.

“Thank goodness I installed those!” Mordred said, squinting in the sudden light.

“Let’s figure out whats going on inside this house.” Winston decided. “Everyone, come with me. We must explore this passage that Daphne found earlier.”

“Even me?” I asked, beyond excited.

“Duh,” Black Widow said, “You’re our light source, Owl.”

Myself in the lead, Winston right behind me, we slowly, cautiously ventured out of the trophy room.

The floorboards creaked.

The wind whistled by the windows.

Lightning forked the sky outside the window a few times, bringing some light inside the cabin.

The villains continued to tip-toed along.

The power flickered back on for half a hopeful second but ultimately remained off.

The silhouettes of decorations and furniture cast a spooky army of shadows against the walls.

Finally we came up to the fireplace. Winston peered up in it and began to ascend the passage, with me lighting the way.

There were broken boards, loose nails, and a LOT of cobwebs. Some of the cobwebs still were spiderwebs and had dangerous looking arachnids still tending to them.

The passageway was narrow and the villains had to follow one at a time or else squeeze two.

Nobody was talking, which was odd (especially for Daphne and Crawfish). You could only hear breathing and footsteps.

And then the passage ended. Director D who was right behind Winston felt the wall and looked at it then pushed it forward.

Everyone stepped out on the upper landing. They seemed to have stepped through a hole in the wall which had used a painting as a door.

The landing that they were on wasn’t a hidden place, surprisingly, it was out in the open. The fireplace was still visible down a flight of stairs from where they stood.

“I wonder why that passage was there,” someone wondered out loud. “Not very helpful, you could just use the stairs!”

No on acknowledged the comment but they all agreed inwardly.

“Well, Mordred said, who had now moved to the front of the party. “What’s in this door then?”

“That’s Myron’s bedroom.” Winston responded.

“Okay! Let’s go in!” Daphne said and she tried the door handle but it was locked. “Locked. Great.”

“Not for CAPTAIN CRAWFISH,” And Crawfish charged at the door and broke it open.

When they saw what was waiting for them inside, everyone screamed again.

—

Everyone: Me, Mordred, Count Bram, Black Widow, Director D, Mademoiselle Moreau, Daphne, Gretchen Grimlock, Crawfish, Ringmaster Raven, Winston, Isabella, and Dr. Hare, were all sitting in the room with the fireplace now. Some sat on chairs, others on pillows on the floor, but all, were staring at a certain hunter who was standing in front of the flames, silhouetted impressively.

Myron Van Buren was about to speak but he was cut off by questions.

“How did you—”

“What did you—”

“Where did you—”

“Why did you—”

Myron calmly raised his hand, and the questions faded. 

He maintained his coolness for only a few more seconds and then he buckled over laughing.

“I GOT YOU GUYS SO GOOD HAHA!” Myron wiped a gleeful tear from the corner of his eye and continued, laughing as he did. “I mean, it took you guys a while to start to get scared but once that started to roll, you guys were HILARIOUS.

“You all split off into groups to try to find me and you all were SO entertaining! My favorite part was when you found me pretending to be dead and then you all turned on each other. HAHA!”

Winston was laughing too.

“You were in on this?” Black Widow demanded.

“Yes. Winston, Isabella, and— CACTUS YOU CAN COME OUT NOW— were all in on it,” Myron said joyfully.

From the upper landing across from the one where the tunnel went to , Cactus Von Garlic emerged from the door, chuckling along with the other three.

“Howdy!”

“I can’t believe this,” Mademoiselle Moreau said exasperatedly.

“You were alive this whole time?” I asked Myron, reasonably upset.

“Darn right! Since it’s near Halloween, I thought I’d give you guys a scare! I was a little worried when you and Bram came back to the trophy room because the fake blood was very red, unlike what real blood would do, and I was certain that someone would call it out but you didn’t! HAHA!”

Dr. Hare was sputtering gibberish in a flustered rage.

“Oh yeah!” Myron remembered to add. “And I wrote on Dr. Hares letter to come later than the rest of yours said so you all would suspect him and OH BOY did you guys go CRAZY!”

He laughed again.

“I despise you.” Gretchen said coldly.

“I’m sure you do!” Myron replied cheerfully. “Now, come! Dessert should be ready!”

Myron, Isabella, Winston, and Cactus walked towards the dinning room, but no one else followed. Everyone else was going to to the door to leave.

“Where are you guys going?” Myron asked in a disappointed tone.

“I’m out of here.” Raven said.

“BUT—”

“Same. Thanks for the food though!” Daphne shouted from outside already.

“BUT GUYS—”

Everyone had their coats and hats and were outside now.

“Did I say something—?”

The door shut in front of Myron with a loud click.

“Well, more dessert for us!” He said and went to the dining room, laughing all the way.

—

It was a dark and stormy night.

That’s how most cheesy murder stories start; that’s how our cheesy murder story started. And it’s also how it’s ending.

Mordred and I trampled back through the stormy forest. He was a bit upset because of Myron’s little prank and was muttering angrily under his breath.

I, however, couldn’t help but laugh a little to myself. 

Despite what the title of our little tale says, no one was murdered at Myron’s!

THE END

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

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Hope you enjoyed this guest post by Magic Kid. If you did, check out her previous fanfiction titled “Zombies, Zombies, Always Zombies!”

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