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

Howdy guys! It’s Magic Kid, again, and I’m back with the second part in my latest fanfiction: Murder at Myron’s! If you have no idea what’s going on, you can read the first part here.

Guys, I am having WAY too much fun writing this, I’d forgotten how satisfactory it was to leave innocent readers on cliffhangers.

Last time I left you guys, you were introduced into a villain get-together dinner party, which was all jolly good fun until Winston returned to the party with the news that Myron Van Buren is MISSING!

*comical gasps from the crowd*

Where did he go? You’ll have to read for yourself to find out…

Murder at Myron’s

(Part 2/4)

Lightning split the sky, illuminating the scene.

Mordred was looking piercingly at Winston, as though he was reading his mind to see if this was some sort of prank. Director D was looking politely surprised. Moreau made a small gasp that was so comically French of her that Daphne sniggered. Ringmaster Raven did not seem affected by the news and remained still.

Captain Crawfish, on the other hand, spit out a drink and banged the empty cup on the table with a loud “HE’S MISSIN’?”. Gretchen Grimlock (whom Crawfish’s drink had been spat out on) was scowling and looked disgusted. Black Widow couldn’t care less. And Count Bram sat up a little straighter in his chair, waiting to hear more.

I, Merlin, was shocked to hear that the host had disappeared. I wondered what had happened to him and was very curious to find out. Excited (though very concerned), I started to fly around Mordred’s head.

“I’ve looked everywhere!” Winston said heavily. “He’s nowhere in the house — or outside, for that matter.”

“Odd,” Moreau said. “He’s normally the first one present for these sorts of things.”

“Very odd indeed,” agreed Raven.

Gretchen mused, “He ALWAYS makes a big scene whenever he’s at a party. Something must be wrong if he’s not around…”

Captain Crawfish stood up. “I’m going to go find him!” He started to walk out of the room.

“Wait!” Winston said. “We should go in groups to search. I hate to be the paranoid one, but something’s definitely off. It wouldn’t be safe to go alone.”

“Alright,” Crawfish sighed. “Which one of you lot wants to come with me?”

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

BOO! Hi guys, did I scare you? I’m Magic Kid, and after my long hiatus after my last fanfiction, Zombies, Zombies, Always Zombies!, I’m back with another Poptropica fic for y’all: Murder at Myron’s. I’ll post this fanfiction in four parts throughout the month of October as a Halloween treat for you PHB readers!

This series will be narrated by none other than Merlin, the mechanical owl from Astro-Knights Island, and will feature several Poptropica villains you know and love that will be introduced as the story goes on. 

And now! Without further ado, I present you with…

Murder at Myron’s

(Part 1/4)

It was a dark and stormy night…

That’s how most stories start, right? Either that or “Once upon a time”, which wouldn’t suit the tale we were about to embark on anyway. But I assure you that the night of which our story starts was indeed “dark and stormy”.

Thunder echoed in every corner of the woods, lightning crackled and split the sky, the rain mercilessly poured from the heavy gray clouds. What a storm, what a storm!

And then, from the clouded night sky, a light shone. It was bright and it was… moving? Sure enough, the light was getting bigger, coming closer and closer to the ground.

Was it a UFO? Were perhaps aliens about to invade the lush forest? Good guess.

As the clouds parted to let this mysterious object land, it was now apparent that the light was from fire from the spaceship’s thruster. The rain pounded against the metal of the ship as it gently lowered itself down onto the earth, breaking the tall trees’ branches as it went.

BOOM! And with that, our ship had landed.