Bittersweet Candy Bowl

(lol 1500 posts keep it up ppl!!)

(sorry almost 1500! but close enough.)

(48 to go and it looks like it’s just you and me. I’d rather not have a series of posts that are just Yashy yelling at Paul. Can you go poke some people to wake them up?)

(I would, if I knew that would do anything)

(I mean in real life or through other media!)

(I’m in California what do you expect me to do?!)

(Make some sort of overblown political ruckus like you always do.)

Fine, if nobody’s going to wake up, I’ll just go back to sleep.

*Does exactly that despite coffee.*

(Adios)

Oh, well. *falls back asleep, shotgun strapped to himself*

(waitin’ for the next murder)

*wakes up,rubbing his head*

“god,i’m never going to get any sleep..”

(lol lucy in the incentive..)

(yah last panel is great!!)

*murmuring in his sleep*

*rolls over*

*awakes with a start*

WHERE’S MAH SHOTGUN?!?!?!

(couldn’t have rolled over with it on his back)

*looks over at paul*

“what happened last night..with you and roger..”

*Oh, great…*
I’d,… rather not say. It’s… a little … pathetic. Sort of.

(need a new murder!)

“oh,c’mon it cant be worse then what happend to me.”

…Yeah, it could. Does “crybaby” ring a bell?

“No,i blacked out last night,after i probabaly got a concussion.”

Well then there’s no way in hell I’m telling you. You’ll likely hear it from Roger anyways.

“…”

“….”

“…”

“uh…”

*vomits again*



“shit”

*looks at the chair he’s sitting in,notices blood is all over it*

“What the..”

*feels the back of his head*

“Oh jeez..”

*sees Zach feeling his head*

…Yeah, heard you got hit pretty hard.

“i didnt get hit,i smashed part of my head on the metal floor,although i saved august’s life in the process,so i guess it was worth it..”

…That’s still getting hit, wow you must have been hit hard!

*looks around*

“Everyone looks okay for now.”

Yeah, but where the eff is my shotgun? If Roger catches me without it, he’ll shoot me for sure!

“Maybe,but he kinda owes me,i mean,i did stop alex from trying to kill him.”

As a recap, Zach, Roger suspected me of being the murderer and held me at gunpoint for a long time. This was due to my shotgun being part of a rig in the control room. He suspected that my going back for that bloody note gave me an opportunity to set the trap. I… kinda broke down. Happy now?

“breakdown,it’s alright!”(lol couldnt resist)(if you get the reference,you win 102302913012390213 internets)

“Hmmm,your shotgun was part of a trap?”

*Wakes up*
Ughh finally a good rest on this damned thing.
The hell?
Where did we get all these guns from?

(damn, I wanted those internets!)

Oh, Abbey, you missed one helluva time.
Have you seen my shotgun? I have to find it before Roger wakes up!

*notices Abraham*

“Oh hey..we got some from the armory,you could say..”

*tries to wipe some of his own blood off the chair to no avail*

Well as surprising as it is with all the noise you people I make I was asleep this whole time so I have no idea where it is.
You may have dropped it if you we’re rushing somewhere.

Don’t get excited; there were three: one for me, but confiscated, long story, one for Zach, and one was stolen.

“Umm,i also smashed the back of my head last night,thats why my chair is so bloody”

No, I strapped it to myself, fell asleep, and rolled over when it should have stopped me. Please tell me Roger has it or something…

“if the killer did get it,why aren’t we all dead?”

I never said the killer took it. I said it was taken. I’m going up to look for it.

*retrieves pistol from Diane*

Who’s coming with me?

Judging by how smart the killer has proven to be I don’t think he would charge into a room full of equiped men.
*Turns to Paul*
I may as well go with you now that I’m awake.

“Im staying here,i’m too lightheaded at the moment..”

*tries falling back asleep*

(gonna go to bed,good night,be on tommarow,)

Alright.

*The pair head upstairs and into the first cabin. After searching the room for a while, they do not find the shotgun, but they do recover that lost note*

Hey, what’s this?… !

It’s that other slip of paper!
*The handwriting is incredibly sloppy and too difficult to decipher in the dark (assuming they’re in the dark/dim light). Paul pockets the note and continues into the next cabin*

(Already said yes dude Hey jeez I just noticed you all have guns all I got is a golf-club )

(see edit.) *Assuming you said the “gun-club thought” out loud:*

When we retrieve my shotgun, you can have my pistol. Assuming Roger lets you.

Well are we going or are you just going to sit there like a coward?
*whispers* Not that I expected different from you.

(we already went, see my edit!! I picked up the note that was left behind last time! Did you back-read?)

(Sory my computer was being an ass Just pretend I’m a nice guy)

(… you could’ve just edited it, couldn’t you? or did it eff that up too?)

(Yeah it did. Anyway back to the story)
What was that?
Don’t start hiding things from me now Mr. Stark.
Now is not the time for that sort of thing.

Oh, it’s a note I’ve been looking for. The killer supposedly dropped it along with my love letter. Or do you know about that?

I was a asleep remeber.
I’m surprised even you hadn’t noticed that.
(I know that YOU knew but I was taunting Paulo )
(Oh and I have read it all. Took me like an hour)

(I did, my character just forgot!
If you back-read, you’d know a lot’s happened xD))

(EDIT: …How could you have slept through all of that?!)