Writing The Tale of PokeBeach - Murder All Over

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So hello everybody. I haven't posted here in a while, but last time I did, I posted a fail-ish story about murder and such, so now I've decided to make a better story including the Pokebeachers. This is a story of murder, and is somewhat similar to the RPG, but in story form. The characters are posted below. I'm really sorry if I couldn't include you, but there are so many Pokebeach members that I can only use so many. Here are the characters:

Safariblade
Shadow Arceus
palkia dialga clash
P0KEVORTEX (Thrown in a deep hole in Chapter 7)
Afro-G (Spirit was taken over by strange presence in Chapter 9)
Snivylover555 (Lost PMJ in Chapter 13)
Chariblaze
PMJ (Disappeared in white smoke in Chapter 13)
Bippa201
omahanime
Water Pokemon Master (Hand grabs for her in the closet of the infantry in Chapter 3, and she disappears)
dmaster (Spirit is taken over by strange presence in Chapter 12)
Zyflair (Greed overtakes him when he opens treasure chest in Chapter 12)
Darkvoid57 (Hand grabs for him inside a mysterious oven in the kitchen Chapter 5, causing him to disappear)
sillykyle!
dragonexpert
CMP

Again, I'm super sorry if I couldn't add you (I didn't even add myself - yeah, I'm generous). I may do a sequel to this with new characters, so again, I'm sorry. :( Here's the links to each chapter so far:

Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13

Anyway, here's the prologue!

The Tale of Pokebeach - Murder All Over - Chapter 1

Shadow Arceus peered into the crack of the open mansion door. The air was still, but even so he could not even hear his own breathing. He grabbed his flashlight and entered the massive foyer. Shadow Arceus looked quite afraid, while his short self took in the place. He wore a pair of expensive eyeglasses, and had a huge belt wrapped around his waist. He sometimes liked to use it as a whip. He shook often, sometimes in fear, and sometimes because he was cold. A huge chandelier hung from the very top of the ceiling, dangling as if it could fall any moment. Two sets of stairs lined the ends of the foyer, and a mirror with a dusty rug over it was trapped in the corner of the room. There was a door that he stared down as he entered, almost like it was covered by a strange force field. He tried to open the door, but the door gave him a small shock that forced him to the ground. He explored a bit more, and found 2 more doors, which both led to different places in the mansion, but were locked. There were shelves all around the foyer that held peculiar shaped vases. Just then, he heard the huge door behind him begin to open. Shadow Arceus held his breath until he'd realized it was just his friend Omahanime.

"Did I scare you?" Omahanime asked.

"You bet," Shadow Arceus replied . "I almost peed my pants."

Omahanime laughed a big, hearty laugh. Omahanime was quite tall, in fact, he could almost reach the ceiling. He seemed to have put on a bit of weight since Shadow Arceus last saw him, and he had a huge beard that ran down to his waist. His eyes, however, were small, but his voice was deep and funny. His voice even made Shadow Arceus laugh. Shadow Arceus quickly returned to his searching of the foyer for anything important. Omahanime followed him in his search.

"So, what are you looking for?" Omahanime asked.

"I'm not really looking for anything specific; rather, I'm looking for something that may aid me, like.... like, a key that could open one of these enormous doors," Shadow Arceus answered. "The door on the first floor shocked me, and I was quite surprised, if I say so myself."

"Any way I can help?" Omahanime asked.

"I thought you'd never ask," Shadow Arceus replied.

They examined every bit of ground and ceiling to find a key of some sort that would let them advance in the mansion, but found nothing. Omahanime went over to one of the vases, grabbed it with his extremely beefy hands, and smashed it. Shadow Arceus turned out almost simultaneously.

"What are you doing?" Shadow Arceus asked in a full-body whisper.

"Look," Omahanime replied.

And they saw it: A peculiar-shaped key laying on the ground. Shadow Arceus picked it up and tried it on the first smaller door. It didn't work. Then he tried it on the second, larger door. And ever so slowly, the door quietly opened. Shadow Arceus held his breath and looked inside the room.

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P0KEVORTEX and Snivylover555 huddled in the corner of the changing room. P0KEVORTEX had a confident look on his face, like all men trying to impress their women looked. Snivylover555 hugged P0KEVORTEX close and shivered. P0KEVORTEX was everything a guy needed: Long, brown hair, but not too long: two strong arms that he used to lift many, many things: and a perfectly tanned body. Snivylover555 had two blue eyes that he gazed at P0KEVORTEX with, a brown fedora that she used to keep her ears warm, and two shoes that perfectly matched, even though they weren't the same pair of shoes.

"When can we get out of here?" Snivylover asked.

"As soon as the murderer is out of the mansion for good," P0KEVORTEX replied.

"You can't be that foolish," Snivylover replied. "The Murderer in this mansion has been gone for years."

"I have a hunch he's back, and I'm not letting you go. I can't afford to lose the people I love," P0KEVORTEX replied.

"Awww, you care about me," Snivylover replied in a cute voice. But her voice suddenly turned stern. "We have to get out of here. I can't sit in one place for very long. It makes my bottom hurt."

"We have to stay here, because the Murderer could be anywhere in this house," P0KEVORTEX explained I don't want to take any chances, so let's just play it safe for a while."

"Okay," Snivylover replied. "I just don't want to be in this place for too long." She considered what she had just said. "At least if it's with somebody other than you."

"Too cute," P0KEVORTEX replied. Then P0KEVORTEX heard something rustling in the room next to them. "Did you hear something?"

"No, did you?" Snivylover asked, slightly frightened.

"Let me just take a look in the other room," P0KEVORTEX replied. He walked over to the wooden door and had just noticed that there was nothing else in the room besides the shelf that hung all of the clothes they were hiding behind. He opened the door ever so stealthily, prepared for anything, and all he saw in the darkened room was a small bushlike thing.

"What is it?" Snivylover asked quietly.

"I don't know," P0KEVORTEX said. He walked closer, and suddenly the bushlike thing had popped up, and almost looked like a human. P0KEVORTEX didn't move a muscle.

"Did I scare you?" the person asked.

"Not a bit," P0KEVORTEX replied. "What exactly are you?"

"My name is Afro-G," the person replied. Afro-G had a huge greasy afro that almost covered his entire face. He wore ragged clothes and carried a small boomerang with him for fighting purposes. "Would you like me to turn on a light in here? It's quite dark in here."

"That would be nice," Snivylover replied as she entered the room. I've been in nothing but darkness for a while."

"Good. Now where is that light switch," Afro-G thought to himself. He stumbled around like a blind man until he finally found the switch. He flipped it on, and the room lightened up, almost like the mood of the room had gone from scary to joyful. The room could now be properly described. Afro-G said that this room had been called the Fourth Dining Room, named after the last dining room to be re-done after the three other dining rooms in the mansion. A small chandelier hung from the ceiling, but the room wasn't very large. There were a few vases on shelves, and a large round table where Afro-G had been when P0KEVORTEX found him in the middle of the room, but not much else. "How do you like it?"

"Well, it's small," P0KEVORTEX replied. "But it has a nice, quaint, feeling to it. May I just ask out of curiosity; what were you doing under that table?"

"Hiding from the Murderer in the Mansion, of course," Afro-G replied. P0KEVORTEX gave Snivylover an I-told-you-so look, and Snivylover frowned. "I was silly to keep my doors unlocked, but once I sat I knew I couldn't move, unless I was threatened. I thought you had come as the Murderer, so I prepared myself. I've been here for a few days hiding."

"We just got here today and found out this place even existed. Before we knew it, I heard voices and we were trapped, doors locked and all," P0KEVORTEX replied.

Suddenly there was a push of force on the door. The door opened before anyone could hide. Shadow Arceus looked at the three of them eye to eye, and Omahanime looked shocked at what they had discovered.

So that's it for now. Stay tuned!
 
You misspelled "open" right away... :p Just teasing, but you might want to get that quick.

Looks decent for the most part, but I only had a chance to skim it thus far. So long as people know you're using them in this, it's fine (though I have some slight resentment towards "add me as a character" fics myself). Only thing I might suggest is making sure their actual names are capitalized if they start with letters since they're all proper nouns whether they're otherwise lowercased normally or not (I just say because I noticed that omahanime's name was lowercase a couple times and uppercase others).

Edit: I don't want my namesake in this, by the way. He's actually a character I use.
 
I fail....Really, how could I mistake open for opne? XP

Thanks for the input. I had to think about capitalizing Omahamine, but then after you posted I realized that I should be properly capitalizing people.

How could I forget you? Don't worry, I won't use you in this story. I'll be glad to include in something in the future unless you ask not to.

Should I PM the people in my story? Or should I wait for them to see the story themselves?
 
I don't think people will mind whether you ask them or not (and you may find a lot of them volunteering to be included in this anyways). I just wanted make sure you knew I just didn't want my username included for the simple reason I actually came up with a character by the name of Apollo (who, by extension, is a creature called an Incinermyn). Otherwise this should be fine. I don't foresee anyone raising ire. I'm just not a fan of these types of fics myself because they just seem weird to me. Don't feel deterred or anything... :/
 
Awesome, I'm in it! :D
This is looking really good and with my namesake in there I'll have to keep tuned in.
I like your description of me. ;)
Although I feel a bit guilty about being in a relationship with an 11-year old. :p
You can always include my deep British voice with a mention if needsbe. It's one of my distinguishing features.
 
Thanks Apollo. The next 2 chapters will be introducing the rest of the characters anyway.

@Vortex: I want it to be known that you two are the same age in the story, to make it less weird. I'll keep that trait in mind. Thanks for the feedback. Chapter 2 should be up tonight.
 
Okay everyone. Time to get this thing going so I won't stop.

The Tale of Pokebeach - Murder All Over - Chapter 2

The room was silent as Shadow Arceus' shocked face slowly turned grim.

"What are you all doing here?" Shadow Arceus asked in an interrogating voice.

"Well, I was hiding under this here table, and these two came into this room and encountered me here," Afro-G explained.

"Snivylover and I were trapped in the changing room right there, and we couldn't get out. I've heard rumors of a murderer in this mansion, so I came to take a look," P0KEVORTEX said in his bellowing British voice.

"So you're saying that you knew there was a murderer here, yet you still came to check and see if they existed? They could have murdered you too! It's far too dangerous," Shadow Arceus replied.

"That's exactly what I'm saying, Mom," P0KEVORTEX replied in a sassy tone. Then he flexed his large muscles. "With these guys, I've got nothing to worry about."

Omahanime rolled his eyes. Then he motioned Shadow Arceus into the kitchen. The kitchen was a small room for the most part. The pots and pans hung from the walls, while a huge oven dragged the attention of the room to itself. It had a large "DO NOT TOUCH" sign on the cooker to keep away uneducated folk, and a wallpaper with frilly flowers covered the room. A strange perfume smell emanated through the room. "Maybe we should take them with us," he said to Shadow Arceus.

"Are you crazy! Taking them with us would make us more vulnerable than being in the same room with that psychotic murderer!" Shadow Arceus replied in shock. "I'm not seeing the brilliance in this plan like I usually do."

"Listen," Omahanime replied. "That P0KEVORTEX may be annoying, but he does have quite some large muscles. If we ever come in contact with the murderer, you better be sure we'll be dead unless we take him with us. And what about that girl Snivylover? She's got to have some knowledge in that cranium of hers. She could lead us to the murderer's base of operations. I'm a bit skeptical about that Afro kid, but maybe this could help us out in the long run. Think about it."

"Hmmm...." Shadow Arceus thought. "If I take them with me, maybe they could provide some valuable information that I might need. But then again, their outgoing personality could reveal our existence to the murderer." Shadow Arceus looked at Omahanime. "Fine. They better not screw anything up." Omahamine spilled the news to the them.

"Okay, but what's in it for us?" Afro-G asked.

"If you must know, there's a large sum for catching this murderer. We'll split the profits with you," Shadow Arceus replied, still doubting this plan of Omahanime's.

"I'm in," Snivylover replied.

"Ditto," said Afro-G and P0KEVORTEX.

"Good," Omahanime replied. "Now the first thing we need to do is find the key that opens the second door on the second floor in the foyer. P0KEVORTEX and Snivylover can look in the foyer. Afro-G will take the changing room, I'll take the kitchen, and Shadow Arceus can take this room. Any questions?" Omahanime waited for an answer, but then continued. "Alright then. Let's go!"

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Two people walked along a beaten path in order to find the haunted mansion where the supposed murderer lived. Their names were Safariblade and Bippa201. Safariblade was a middle-aged man with a very stylish looking pair of sunglasses. He was often lost in thought, and always over thought things. He wore a shirt that said "Not now, I'm busy," and wore an expensive pair of jeans. His dark brown hair flowed in one direction like perfect harmony, and his teeth were tinted a nice white. Bippa201 was what anyone would expect out of a spoiled 7 year old: noisy, annoying, and obnoxious. He had a light tint of red in his hair, and he loved wearing white polo shirts that were a little too big for his body, but he insisted on wearing them anyway. His shoes were quite ragged, probably from playing all day with them on. His brown eyes were misleading, but in all honesty his father thought he hadn't grown up since his mother died, and he had turned into a ferocious, spoiled brat.

"But dad!" Bippa complained.

"I already said no, son," Safariblade replied.

"But I really want it!" Bippa said.

"Not now, son. I'm trying to concentrate," Safariblade replied. He kept walking down the path, Bippa still grabbing onto his leg, pleading for what he wanted.

"Why can't I have it?" Bippa asked again.

"Because I don't have the money to get you it," Safariblade replied.

"But everyone has one!" Bippa pleaded.

"I said no. Maybe once I catch this murderer, I'll have enough money to get you it," Safariblade explained. "Now where is this mansion they speak of..."

"Ahhh!" Bippa screamed, and he ran past an oddly-shaped tree, and Safariblade spotted the spooky mansion spoken of in rumors.

"Sometimes this kid helps me in ways even he wouldn't understand," Safariblade said to himself. Safariblade ran after toward Bippa until he entered the massive foyer Shadow Arceus once entered. "Hmm...a big room, at that. I wonder if, maybe...." But Safariblade was interrupted by Bippa's whining.

"I'm going to run away forever if I don't get it!" Bippa threatened. But Safariblade was too fast for Bippa. Safariblade grabbed him and picked up. Bippa kicked and screamed, struggling to escape from Safariblade's grasp, but it was no use. He slowly calmed down. Safariblade kept walking until he noticed P0KEVORTEX and Snivylover555 looking down at them.

"Hello there! How do you do?" Safariblade asked the two shocked people. "Sorry if my son's whining disturbed you."

"I don't mind," Snivylover replied. Bippa looked immediately at Snivylover's hat, and immediately cried out, "I want it! I want it!"

Snivylover looked at her hat and pointed at it. "This?" she asked. "Sure, it's all yours."

"Wait, you don't have to do that-" Safariblade started.

"If it'll get that kid to stop screaming, then do it," P0KEVORTEX murmured, and Snivylover gave him a look. "I don't mind, really." She walked down the stairs elegantly and handed Bippa the hat. Bippa smiled and began chewing on the hat.

Safariblade looked her in the eye for a few moments. "You're absolutely sure?"

"Really, it's fine. There's plenty more of these in the Changing Room," Snivylover replied. Afro-G, Omahanime, and Shadow Arceus walked over to the scene. Shadow Arceus quickly frowned.

"Hello, everyone. How are you all doing?" Safariblade asked the three men.

"I'm doing fine, thanks," Afro-G replied.

"What exactly are you doing here?" Shadow Arceus replied. "If you're looking for the murderer, we were here first. So back off."

"Oh, lighten up, Shadow Arceus," Omahanime inputted. "Sorry for my friend's aggression. He can be quite greedy."

"It's fine," Safariblade replied. "My son took off after he threw a fit, and I came chasing after him until he came in this here mansion. I'm sorry if I disturbed what you were currently doing."

"You should be," Shadow Arceus muttered.

"Anyway, how would you like to join in our search?" Omahanime asked. There was a moment of silence. Shadow Arceus gave him a look.

"We- I, would be honored to help. Don't mind Bippa here. He'll be asleep soon enough," Safariblade answered.

"Fine," Shadow Arceus said. "Right now we're looking for a key to open the locked door on the second floor. Can you help?"

"Of course I can," Safariblade replied. "You'll help too, right, Bippa?" But Bippa had fallen asleep over all of the commotion. Safariblade smiled. "Let's get to work." They searched the entire unlocked part of the mansion to find the key, but came up with nothing. Bippa slowly woke up an found himself on the ground. He crawled over to the mirror in the corner and began pulling on the cape covering it. Safariblade noticed this and scolded him. "Bippa! No!" But Safariblade then realized what he was doing. Safariblade pulled off the cape and lying there was a peculiar-shaped key. "Hey, everyone! Look what I found!" The group rushed over.

"Give me that," Shadow Arceus grabbed the key out of Safariblade's hands. He tried it on the door, and it worked. The door opened. "Come on, everyone. Nobody gets to slack off now. Even the kid."

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"And one, and two, and three!" someone cheered.

"And four, and five, and six!" another voice cheered.

"Go Beachers, Go Beachers! Woooooo!" a third voice cheered.

Their names were PMJ, Dmaster, and Water Pokemon Master. They were cheerleaders, yes. They were a dedicated team that worked hard every day to prepare for their National competition. PMJ had long dirty blonde hair and two pink earrings that sparkled in the light. She wore short shorts like her friend Dmaster, and a bright blue shirt that glittered like a blue lava lamp. PMJ had a quirky but joyful personality, and was someone you would want to hang around. Dmaster was dressed the same as PMJ, but had long brown hair and loopy blue earrings that dangled whenever she moved quite actively. Dmaster had a little less of a cheery personality than PMJ, but she rather had a dedicated and confident personality that the team relied on. Water Pokemon Master was the leader of the group, and wore small emeralds in her ears, and dressed a bit different than the others. Her shirt was pink, and she wore regular shorts dressed in colorful glitter. Her personality was loud and proud, and sh never gave up even when the going was tough, like a normal leader would.

"Okay team, time to recite our performance," Water Pokemon Master said.

"Okay!" PMJ and Dmaster said in girly harmony.

"The Beachers keep going when the rough gets rougher,
and never give in to the mounds of pressure!
Even when we talk, we give lots of cheer,
and always make our fans never show any fear!
They cheer us on every second of the day,
And always know when our team will stay!
Gooooooooooo, Beachers!"

They cheered in harmony and jumped up and down.

"This place is great! It's a nice place to practice our awesome skills!" PMJ cheered in a frilly voice. The room was almost like an infantry, with pink wallpaper and baby toys. There was a small chandelier on the ceiling, and a rocking horse in the corner. There was a bunk bed with clean blue blankets, and the shelves were filled with stuffed animals. The place itself was cheery enough, however, for three cheerleaders to practice in.

"Yeah, totally, I'd never leave! Except for Nationals, of course!" Dmaster encouraged.

"Well, I don't know about that. Haven't you girls heard the rumors?" Water Pokemon Master warned. "Maybe we should go back to the high school. I'm starting to get creeped out."

"No way," PMJ disagreed. "If I go back there, Miss King will smack me like a house cat."

"Maybe we should go, just for our safety," Dmaster said. "Better safe than sorry."

"Okay," PMJ agreed. "But I am not going back to that demon school."

As Water Pokemon Master went to open the door, the lights went out. The door would not open, and the chandelier began to spin.

"What's going on?" Dmaster screamed in fear.

"Only one explanation," Water Pokemon Master. "It's the murderer."

That's it for now. Stay tuned!
 
Wow, I love the way you build up the plot with suspense and leave the end of each chapter at a climax! I also found the new personalities very funny (although risky), so great job with that! I'm sure you can get away with that in your style. You can describe the characters very well and I get a vivid picture of each of them. Keep up the great work and I look forward to the next chapter!

P.S. Did you intentionally switch between Bippa201 and Bippa? I think it'd make sense if Bippa is his nickname/forename in the story, and then that would work.
 
I don't ever recalling you asking my consent to be in a fanfic. Who do you think you are?
I don't think people will mind whether you ask them or not (and you may find a lot of them volunteering to be included in this anyways).
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You were wrong, Apollo. You were WRONG.
 
T'was only a thought, DNA... Besides, I've got an excellent one-shot starring you as a lovely big-old Miltank coming up that'll surely get you all worked up! Mwa-ahahahahaha! Just kidding, but I honestly didn't see the harm unless one's namesake was a character that PB members actually came up with like mine...:/
 
" He grabbed his flashlight and entered the massive foyer. Shadow Arceus looked quite afaid, while his short self took in the place. He wore a pair of expensive eyeglasses, and had a huge belt wrapped around his waist. He sometimes liked to use it as a whip. He shook often, sometimes in fear, and sometimes because he was cold. A huge chandelier hung from the very top of the ceiling, dangling as if it could fall any moment. Two sets of stairs lined the ends of the foyer, and a mirror with a dusty rug over it was trapped in the corner of the room. There was a door that he stared down as he entered, almost like it was covered by a strange forcefield. He tried to open the door, but the door gave him a small shock that forced him to the ground."

This is so random, but everything you described matches the first room of the Luigi's Mansion video game perfectly. The falling chandelier, the mirror, the force field, everything. Even the flash light. It's a little uncanny rofl

Anyway good fic, hope to read more!
 
:O I did? Oh my gosh. I've never even played Luigi's Mansion. Wow, that's a little strange. That's what I thought a mansion should be like(minus the forcefield thing).

DNA, you PM'd saying you didn't want to be in this. If that's true, I'll find a replacement.
 
Is there a reason you switched WPM's, PMJ's, and my gender around? ._.

dmaster out.
 
Secret fantasy, I bet.

I don't really care if you name a character after me in a wacky story on a pokemon site. I'll be back for loling and may comment.
 
Okay, I haven't continued this in a while, so it's time to update it.

The Tale Of Pokebeach - Murder All Over - Chapter 3

"What's happening?" PMJ screeched as she grabbed Dmaster tightly.

"I'm not sure, just stay calm," Dmaster said in comfort. The chandelier spun faster and faster until it fell and smashed on the ground. PMJ ran to the door and kicked it.

"Get me out of here!!!!!!" PMJ screamed. Water Pokemon Master was looking around the room for something to smash the door down. She opened up one of the closets, and a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her by the arm. Water Pokemon Master did not scream or anything, and the door to the closet closed. All motion in the room stopped, and the lights turned back on. PMJ turned around in fear and opened the closet doors. Nothing was left in the closet.

"Where is she?" Dmaster asked.

"She.....she's....not..." PMJ broke down and started to cry. "I wanna get out of here!" she yelled.

"We'll find a way out of here soon enough," Dmaster said in hopefulness. "Maybe we should look around for something that could help us."

"Totally," PMJ said in a girly voice. They searched high and low, but nothing was of use. Dmaster spotted the rocking horse, and tore off its base.

"Um, what are you doing?" PMJ asked in a frilly voice. Dmaster ran to the door with full force and it crashed down. "Oh," PMJ realized. They heard footsteps coming down the hallway. "Hide!" PMJ whispered.

"But there's nowhere to hide!" Dmaster responded.

"In the closet!" PMJ pointed to the closet.

"But-" Dmaster started.

"Just go!" PMJ urged, and they jumped into the creepy closet where their good friend Water Pokemon Master had disappeared.

Shadow Arceus and the group headed down the hall, and Shadow Arceus motioned the group to stay silent. He walked into the room PMJ and Dmaster were in and said, "Anybody here?"

PMJ walked out of the closet without using common sense before Dmaster could stop her, and showed herself. Shadow Arceus jumped back a little.

"What are you doing here?" Shadow Arceus asked as Dmaster walked out of the closet, and Shadow Arceus jumped back a bit more. "Two of you?" he asked.

"Well, there was three of us, but...." PMJ started.

"Our friend Water Pokemon Master was grabbed by the arm and fell into the closet, and then he just disappeared," Dmaster explained.

"Sounds like a murderer to me," P0KEVORTEX jumped in. Shadow Arceus shot him a look.

"Did you see anything suspicious in the closet after he disappeared?" Shadow Arceus asked.

"Nope, nothing is there," PMJ replied.

"They seem to cover up their tracks...." Omahanime muttered, and Shadow Arceus mumbled something under his breath.

"Can we come with you?" Dmaster asked. "I don't feel like being the murderer's lunch."

"No, absolutely not, I've got a bunch of other people with me right now, and I don't want any more," Shadow Arceus said.

"Pleassseeeee?" PMJ asked, and smiled at him in a girly way.

Shadow Arceus blushed, and then looked at Omahanime, who nodded in approval. "Fine," he grumbled. "Now everyone, let's get to work and find this murderer. That money shouldn't go to waste -" The group looked at him. "What?" he asked with a greedy look on his face.

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A person clapped their hands. "Over here, now!" they ordered. Their name was Darkvoid57, and they ordered their assistant, Zyflair, around like a mutt to fresh steak. Darkvoid57 was a snobby rich kid who got whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it. He was dressed in quite a fancy suit, with two white buttons lining the entire suit. He wore expensive jeans and polished shoes that sparkled under the light, and he had short, black hair. People would drool over his richness in the town. Sometimes he would throw money into the street for people to fight over, which he enjoyed to no end. Zyflair was a desperate butler that put up with Darkvoid57 longer than any other butler he'd ever had. Zyflair had 3 kids at home he needed to support, and was often depressed from not being able to see them for so long. Zyflair was your average butler; dressed properly, but hunched over in a strange way that most butlers were from working for so long, and sleeping on an uncomfortable matress. His hair had a gray tint, and his face was was wrinkled from his old age. He often mourned to return to his wife and children someday.

"Get on the ground and do some push-ups!" Darkvoid57 ordered.

"Yes, sir," Zyflair said and sighed. He could only do a few push-ups before he fell to the ground in pain.

"Up!" Darkvoid57 ordered, but Zyflair would not get up, until Darkvoid57 kicked him up on his feet. Zyflair ached.

"Keep walking!" Darkvoid57 said in an imperative tone. Zyflair could hardly walk on the beaten path, but he trudged forward. Darkvoid57 ran ahead until he spotted the mansion Shadow Arceus was in. "Ooh, a mansion!" Darkvoid57 exclaimed. He turned around and screamed at Zyflair, "Move yourself! You're such a brat! Get over here NOW!"

"Yes, sir," Zyflair said weakly. They opened the mansion door, and Darkvoid57 noticed the electric door. "Touch it!" Darkvoid57 ordered.

"Yes, sir," Zyflair repeated in the same tone and touched the door. The door shocked him and he fell to the ground. He groaned due to exhaustion.

"Up the stairs! Now!" Darkvoid57 ordered. Darkvoid57 ran up the stairs, waiting for his butler to follow. Zyflair struggled to get up the stairs. He fell a few times before he could get himself back up.

"I need to lie down somewhere," Zyflair forced his voice to say.

"Ughh, why are you such a pain?" Darkvoid57 complained. Zyflair spotted what looked like a bed in the Kitchen, and plopped himself onto it. It was indeed a bed, dressed in what looked like comfortable sheets, and the bed was hung up by springs.

"Just leave me here to rest by broken soul..." Zyflair mumbled. Darkvoid57 ran off far into the mansion.

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"Yeah, he was all 'Don't hurt me!!', but I hurt him right in the gut," someone said in a beefy voice. What seemed like two other people laughed in unison.

"I saw him run off crying," one of the others said. "Dude, you're like, a legend now. You've picked on every kid in the school!"

"All you gotta do is trick the teacher into leaving the room, and we'll be golden!" the third person exclaimed.

They were school bullies. Their names were Palkia dialga clash, Sillykyle, and Chariblaze. They picked on every kid in the school by themselves, and even the teachers were intimidated by them. They liked to think of themselves as one person, but they had extremely different personalities. Palkia dialga clash was your average physical bully: he dealt punches to anyone in his way, and his beefy body intimidated even others around him, afraid he may attack at any moment. Sillykyle liked to make comments and spread rumors and make people feel bad, and he may say comments right to peoples' faces. Chariblaze was the cyber bully; he was similar to Sillykyle!, but he was mean over the computer. Chariblaze had a goal to make every single kid in the school cry right in front of his face like Palkia dialga clash (excluding his buddy-buddy bullies, of course), and had almost achieved it. They were already in the mansion, specifically in the graveyard, one of the creepiest parts of the mansion, and they began to talk.

"We should really do something out of the ordinary, you know something that would make them really remember us; something like..." Palkia dialga clash started.

"...a huge prank on the whole school!" Chariblaze added.

"Or a mean note that everyone would go crazy over!" Sillykyle exclaimed with excitement.

"Something that would put our names and faces in that yearbook forever," Palkia dialga clash dreamed.

"The problem would be actually achieving that," Chariblaze thought.

"Yeah, we'd be in the Yearbook of Infamy," Sillykyle said, and they laughed. They continued to walk through the graveyard when Palkia dialga clash had a thought.

"Maybe we could tell them the story of this mansion," Palkia dialga clash said in a quiet voice.

"Yeah, they'd be all 'Oh no! Someone catch that murderer!', " Sillykyle exclaimed, and he imitated the scared kids and teachers. "Then have us go and 'catch' the murderer, and they'll be all 'You guys are our saviors!' ," and he laughed at this.

"That would be so cool if it worked," Chariblaze added. "Sure wouldn't put us in the Yearbook of Infamy. But wouldn't you guys want to do something bad?" The group nodded in approval.

"We should start planning it, like, now," Palkia dialga clash proposed. But as soon as he said this, he saw a man looking down at them from the porch of the mansion. The group of bullies froze.

That's it for now. Stay tuned! :D
 
Bwahahahaha, I love the random characterization of everyone. Like, none of them are bad characters, which is something I struggle with in writing.

You referred to WPM as a he a couple times, just saying XP
 
Lol, this is my favorite story ever. No wait...second favorite. Nothing beats The Black Knight on the Black Horse

Love my role, keep up the great work
 
Well, I'm not included, but that's chill because the last time I was in a story like this, they made me an adult sweet woman...and that's not really me.

I find it hilarious and brave of you to switch the genders of dmaster.
 
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