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[The Dark Chronicler]

"I'm sure you all wonder why you're here." V-3 smiled, welcoming his guests inside. "I wanted to talk to the six of you about a future comedies, and I was trying to decide which one of you to include in it."

Standing in front of the mildly known writer were six of his favorite characters to write about.


There was Junkyard. The Makuta owner of a Junkyard Industries, a highly profiting weapons manufacturing business. He was sneaky, dangerously intelligent, and rather greedy. His real name is Kyrack.

Beside Junkyard was Virthee. A Toa of fire with horrible luck in V-3 comedies, always getting hurt whenever possible. He was not exactly the nicest person, cold at times, and he had a short temper.

Then was Feyrahk. The Female Rahkshi was the result of an experiment by her 'father', the Makuta Kyrack. She had appeared in only a few comedies. She was violent, and has a bad attitude. She never liked being in comedies.

Next in the row was Kayep. A Onu-Matoran who carried a bucket into battle, he hadn't had a comedy about him in a rather long time. He was a little delusional, seeing things differently than they actually were.

And then was Random. A Fe-Matoran with an unnatural obsession with chainlink fences. He's not had a major role since V-3 temporarily stopped writing T and V Detectives. He was rather smart, and good at getting himself out of trouble.

And lastly, Terka. Terka was a Vahki, and a loyal friend to Kayep on their many adventures, he was the last surviving Vahki on the island of Metru Nui. He's a cautious machine, preferring to stay safely out of trouble.


"Now, I need to get my writing pad and my papers full of ideas." V-3 explained to his six guests. "Make yourselves at home while I go look for it." The writer walked away, searching each room as he went.

The six guest each went their separate ways, walking around the house while V-3 searched.



Outside, a storm was brewing, thunder echoed through the house. It was night, and V-3 had finally found his missing papers. Then, a huge flash of lightning, and the power went out.

"Hm, I think I have a few candles somewhere in the house." The Toa of fire muttered, creating a flame in his hand to light his path. He never noticed the shadows were moving behind him.

"Going somewhere are we?"

"Why yes, but may I ask what you're doing back here?" V-3 questioned his guest, not alarmed or even suspicious. "Wait, what are you doing with that?! No, Please!"

The sound of thunder blocked out V-3's screaming, and only one person heard it, the killer him/herself.



The six guest managed to find their way back to the main room through the darkness, stumbling over things as they went. No one was quite sure what was going on.

"Is everyone alright?" Junkyard shouted to be heard over the thunder.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Virthee remarked, clutching his shin slightly, he had tripped over a chair.

"Yep, Dad, I'm good." Feyrahk agreed.

"Yep, but V-3 has a surprising lack of chainlink." Random noted in agreement.

"We are most certainly going to die, without lights, we shall stumble around until we kill ourselves." Terka muttered depressingly.

A sudden flash of lighting changed all of that.

Kayep gasped at what he saw laying in the floor. "I SEE DEAD PEOPLE!" He screamed in surprise.

There on the floor, was the lifeless body of V-3.



Police lights flashed outside the building. The Paramedics were on the scene, doing everything they could. But it was of little use, there was nothing they could do. There was no way to keep alive what was already dead. There was nothing to do but remove the body from the house.

Six beings stood watching, startled and somewhat fearful. Five were honestly surprised and horrified by what they saw. The six, was the one who had committed the crime, and behind the face of sadness and dread, was a sinister grin.

V-3, comedy writer, not famous, afraid of insects, dead, 3/15/95-10-25-11

The police chief looked at the body, shaking his head. He turned to the closest officer. "This murder is not going to be easy to solve. Call in the detectives."




CALLING ALL DETECTIVES!

Want to help solve the murder of V-3?

You can join in on the mystery!

P.M. me this form, and you can join the detectives and solve this mysterious murder.


Name:

Species:

Personality:

Starting suspicions:

Text color:

Edited by The Dark Chronicler, Oct 25 2011 - 01:54 PM.

[JL v2]

Ah hah! Detective Inspector Me shall be on the scene!

I'll be looking forward to this.

[Nevermore]

Hero Factory is sending in Arminius Forte! Good luck Detective Inspector Me, you'll kneed it to bake this loaf of bread solve this crime! Cause Hero Factory will solve it first!

[Content with Life]

Due to my author avatar preparing for exams, he can not waste his time on solving murders. However, he has sent you one of his greatest men, the commander of the B.S.S Awesome, and one of the few people who have actually been Zaphos' boss. I introduce to you, Tim (His name is actually much, much longer), the dude from BIONICLE Vs. Planet Earth.

[The Dark Chronicler]

Lights flashed red and blue... or just blue, or blue and... whatever color police lights are where you live. An eerie silence floated over the house of the now deceased V-3. The six suspects were still inside, not permitted to leave due to the investigation. And the cops, they couldn't go in for fear of ruining the crime scene. It was at a standstill, waiting for the detectives to arrive.

One of the bored officers shook his head, muttering in irritation. "I'ts been more than a month now, why aren't the detectives here already?" He was getting a little tired of waiting for the story to continue. "Stupid lazy TDC, not writing even when he has time, and wasting it on video-games."

But for everyone else, it had only been a matter of minutes.

"Where are those detectives? I called in some of the best!" The police chief shouted, expecting his officers to reply.

"They're on their way sir. All have been called in, and should be reporting for duty any minute now.



Out of the sky, a small rocket ship shot like a rocket, which was even in it's name. It flew low, landing in front of the home of the dead writer, crushing a few police cars in the process. The side door on the hull opened, revealing a Hero Factory Hero 4.0 (Last I knew, only 3.0 were out!).

"Gah, too bright!" The flashing police lights blinded the Hero, who shielded his eyes, and ended up tripping and falling out of the spacecraft. "Ow..." He stumbled to his feet, wobbling around slightly

"Hero Factory sent in this guy? Really? Robot quality must have dropped drastically." The chief grumbled.

"Arminius Forte, reporting from Hero Factory to say that this case will be solved shortly." He was still shielding his eyes as he tried to find his way to the door of the house.



A huge beam shot down from the sky, at the house next to V-3's. The house exploded from the sheer energy of the beam. Out of the glowing circle burnt into the ruins of the home, walked a being that was friend to few, feared by all. (That's what his business card said at least)

"Chief, why have you called me, it must be something important." PIZZARISONIKA MAKULIANA EXCEPTIONALPERSONOFAWESOMENESS asked the police chief as he walked up.

"Ah Tim, good to see you again, haven't seen you since the battle against that frog-monkey-squid a few years back." The chief noted to his friend. "What we have here is a code 58672 Remigio."

"Indeed, my ship's crew was eating Calamari for weeks after that battle." The Titan's face turned grim. "An unimportant writer has died, but one who knew my creator Hubert."

"Exactly."

"I will see what I can do." He walked past a Hero Factory Hero who was walking blind, stopping to turn the hero in slightly the wrong direction. He didn't need help, he could solve this on his own.



Along the road, dodging the spaceship and house rubble, came a black limousine, with dark tinted windows. It was an impressive sight to see, at it signaled the arrival of the next Detective.

Te3e rode his bike around the Limo, pulling up in front of V-3's house. A shocked and confused look was on his face as he ran up to the first cop. "I got the call, what's going on?!"

"You Te3e?"

"Yeah."

"Your brother V-3 was murdered."

Te3e's eye twitched slightly as he looked the cop right in the eyes. "Then why aren't you solving the murder!?"

"Because I don't really care."

The next thing the cop knew, he had been punched through the door of his own police car, and Te3e was dashing up to the house to find the killer.



A black shadow moved swiftly in the background, and was hiding behind Police cars, behind mailboxes, behind lampposts, and behind the charred and still see-through window of the blown apart house. Everyone could see him, he wasn't stealthy, though he thought he he was. Suddenly, he made a Mad dash, did a roll, and ended up standing right in front of the police chief.

"Hello officer, lovely day for some explosions isn't it?" He pointed at the burnt remains of the house. "Too bad I missed it." The large toothy grin plastered on his face never faded. "Soooo... why did you call me?" His Name was BioBeast, and judging by the grenades on his back, he wasn't exactly a safe person to be around.

"Because TDC was murdered." The chief muttered, wondering who had called in all the morons... then remembered it had been himself.

"Ah man! I was already planning to do that this weekend! Er, I meant I was planning on... going Bird-watching... with my thirty seven clones." He grinned, that lie was obviously impossible to see through. Then he ran up to the house, stopping to spin the Hero Forte around wildly, sending him off in a random direction.



Then, the doors on the Black limo finally opened. It had taken it that long to find a parking space large enough. Out of the limo walked the only one who was likely an actual investigator, and not a crazy family member, friend, Hero, or awesome space-war hero.

"The name's Me, Detective Inspector me." He said, handing his card to each of the police he passed. Sure the cards were written in crayon, but they got his point across nicely. "Chief, I'll handle this. You and you officers just get ready to catch the Criminal when I find him and kick he backside out the door.

The Chief grumbled as Me passed by. He didn't like that Makuta, but he was good at his job, solving crimes.



Cadias walked up to the building, nothing fancy, he just walked. He also was holding a large energy Cannon, and pointing it at every cop he passed, but he was still just walking.

"Step away from V-3's house! I need to talk to him about his comedy, and I can't do that if you arrest him!" He swung his energy gun around, nearly taking an officer's head of with an energy blast. Then a strong grip ripped the gun from his hands.

"Watch it with that thing, what are you doing here?!" It was the police chief, and he wasn't happy about the person holding a gun at his officers. "This is an investigation, get out of here!"

"Investigation?... Whatever you think V-3 did, Junkyard framed him for it! Not me, Junkyard!" Cadias remarked, trying to take back his energy gun.

"Yeah, V-3 has been murdered."

"... I KNEW IT! I knew it would happen, I just knew it! But you won't kill me too, you foolish cops!" He opened fire as he grabbed back the gun, blowing a police car away with a blast.

"We didn't kill him you cool dude!"

"Then who did?" He chuckled slightly at the word filter.

"We don't know yet!" The Chief grumbled.

"Well, then i might as well find out." Cadias remarked heading into the house quickly. Lucky for himself, the cops hadn't noticed he was holding a highly illegal model of energy gun, created by none other than Makuta Junkyard.


"Alright, now that you detectives are all here, I think we should begin the investigation." Virthee explained to the six Detectives. Forte had somehow managed to actually get inside. "We need to do this in a logical way, that keeps things orderly.

"Torture?" Junkyard suggested, clearly very serious.

"This is stupid." Feyrahk muttered, she would much rather be at home playing shooting games with the other ten of Junkyard's Rahkshi.

"How about each chapter, the detectives visit one room, view one weapon, and talk to one person!" Kayep shouted optimistically. "Only... their are eight weapons, eight rooms, and only six people... Well, we could also include viewing the body as an option, bringing it up to seven. Seven is close enough."

Terka stared blankly at the Matoran. "What? I don't remember there being eight weapon-"

Kayep grinned, looking at you, the reader rather creepily, considering his large smile, and the bucket he was now wearing on his head. "Here are the choices for each category, P.M. V-3 with your vote for each one, and the highest voted room, weapon, and person gets investigated next chapter!"


Weapons:

A Lava Lamp

A Plastic Butter Knife

A Slinky

A Rubber Ducky

Baseball Glove

V-3's Own Sword

A Geometry Book

A Poisoned Turkey Sandwich

V-3's pencil and writing papers


Rooms:

The Kitchen

The Dining Room

The Living Room

The Writing Room

The Hall closet

The Garage

The Attic

The Basement


Suspects (And V-3):

Makuta Junkyard

Virthee

Feyrahk

Kayep

Random

Terka

V-3


"Good luck!"

"Who are you talking to?"

Edited by The Dark Chronicler, Dec 03 2011 - 12:12 AM.

[Strong Arm BioBeast]

*Checks Comedy* New chapter? No? Darn.

Anyways,

One of the bored officers shook his head, muttering in irritation. "I'ts been more than a month now, why aren't the detectives here already?" He was getting a little tired of waiting for the story to continue. "Stupid lazy TDC, not writing even when he has time, and wasting it on video-games."

was probably the best part of the story, because it was true. Also, it had a typo. 'It's' is spelled wrong.

[Content with Life]

...

Biobeast, I so hate you right now. Here, have ALL OF MY HATE.

Why is it that people keep on commenting on Zoma's comedies and ruining my dreams of reading a new chapter?

[Strong Arm BioBeast]

...

Biobeast, I so hate you right now. Here, have ALL OF MY HATE.

Why is it that people keep on commenting on Zoma's comedies and ruining my dreams of reading a new chapter?

I'm glad my extensive plan worked then.

Because it's fun doing so?

[CHTrilogy]

Brilliant! A Cluedo parody! I like this already!

[The Dark Chronicler]

*Checks Comedy* New chapter? No? Darn.

Anyways,

One of the bored officers shook his head, muttering in irritation. "I'ts been more than a month now, why aren't the detectives here already?" He was getting a little tired of waiting for the story to continue. "Stupid lazy TDC, not writing even when he has time, and wasting it on video-games."

was probably the best part of the story, because it was true. Also, it had a typo. 'It's' is spelled wrong.

Nope, no new chapter. It might be a while before one of those shows up.

Yeah, I liked that part too. And that error was intentional... maybe.

...

Biobeast, I so hate you right now. Here, have ALL OF MY HATE.

Why is it that people keep on commenting on Zoma's comedies and ruining my dreams of reading a new chapter?

Hatred, part of a balance breakfast!

Because they enjoy ruining your dreams?

I'm glad my extensive plan worked then.

Because it's fun doing so?

His evil, evil plan...

See, I knew it.

Brilliant! A Cluedo parody! I like this already!

Thanks, this is indeed a parody of Cluedo (Or Clue as it's known here in America)








"We have only five seconds until the bomb goes off!"

"We have to hurry and cut the red wire!"

"Three.... two... one..."

"Bomb disabled!"

"Yes, vict-"

BOOOOOOOM!



Te3e cringed at how loud the T.V. was as he walked through the room. "Can you turn it down!?"

The remote control was swiped away from Makuta Junkyard by a frowning BioBeast. "Why are you watching this? We're supposed to be investigating a murder, and you annoying us all with T.V. doesn't help at all!" He pressed a few buttons to change the channel. "There, this show is much better!"

"Yeah, but it doesn't have explosions..."

BOOOOOOOM!

"Ok, I'm good with this show." The Makuta replied, moving over so BioBeast could take a seat of V-3's sofa. Both had their eyes glued to the screen.



"Alright, let's get this investigation started." Me began, looking through a bag of his equipment. "I mean, we should have started four months ago, but nooo..." A flash of lightning coming down near the house quickly silenced him.

"This is sooo stupid." Feyrahk grumbled, leaning back against one of the wall boredly. "Can't you just hurry this investigation up by looking over the body to see what killed him, and find the bloodstains or whatever in the room he died in?"

"She has a point there." Te3e commented, walking past.


"Silence, that is not how good detectives work!"

"Whatever."



Cadias stood looking over the shattered lava lamp. It was clear that it had been smashed down on something, and with quite a lot of force. There was a strange reddish liquid on the side, which was just as likely to be the liquid the lamp once held as it was to be blood. There was only one way to find out. He got a little on his finger, and tasted it.

It was blood... He was about to shout about having found the murder weapon when he realized his own hand was bleeding. He had cut it on the sharp glass.

"Oh great, I've just contaminated the evidence... and I feel light headed..." He fell backwards, passing out from blood-loss from the small and insignificant cut on his hand.

Kayep walked over and dumped his bucket, which was somehow filled with water, onto the Toa of Plasma's face, making him jump up in surprise, looking at his hand. "Hey, snap out of it!"

"Oh my... I'm dying!"

"Overdramatic, isn't he?" Kayep asked Typhore... the Matoran who was not even there. He had already forgotten his scream in the first chapter.

"Yes, yes he is." Te3e agreed as he walked past.



"That car just blew up!"

"That house just blew up!"

"I like this show."

"Yeah, so do I. What's it called?"

"Explosions: Caught on Camera."

"Best show ever."

"Shouldn't we be doing something useful?"

"Nah, usually it's me and Zaphos who do nothing of use, but since Zaphos isn't here, you get to slack off instead."

"Awesome."

"Turn it down, please!" Te3e grumbled as he walked back through.



Forte stood in the kitchen, scanners taking in everything around him. The entire room was being searched and all he had to do was stand perfectly still while it worked. It was going to reveal if this was the room of the murder, or not.

That was when a Human smashed through the window and crashed into the machine. "Sorry I'm late... I was listening to music and didn't get the message about the investigation."

"You broke my scanner... it was going to scan the room for any evidence." Forte sighed, looking at the machine.

"How would it find any evidence?"

"It would compare the current state of the room to a previous saved scan of it."

"But... V-3 went through a kitchen every week, his cooking kept destroying it."

"..."

"I think he's got you there." Te3e commented, walking past.

"Now." Trad began. "I'm going to use my scanners to search the room."

"You have scanners?"

"Yeah." Trad commented, before pointing at his eyes. "Now let's get searching this room."



Junkyard's eyes were glue to the screen, watching explosions, that is, until the T.V. itself exploded as it was shot by a laser. "Good, now that we have your attention, it's time to find out what you know..." Tim commented, glaring down at the Makuta who was leaning back on the couch.

"I was watching that."

"Thank you!" Te3e grinned, walking through once again.

"Not anymore, now shut it. Where were you when the murder occurred? What reasons do you have for killing V-3? Why did you do it?!" PIZZARISONIKA MAKULIANA EXCEPTIONALPERSONOFAWESOMENESS shouted at the Makuta, pointing his weapon right at Junkyard's face.

The Makuta seemed unphased by the threat. " I was in the Garage, breaking into V-3's safe where he stores his food recipes. I need some ideas for a new explosives to use for weaponry." Junkyard pushed the weapon aside from his face, standing up to look Tim right in the eyes with a frown. "I have no reasons for killing V-3. sure he may have promised me he would write a story staring only me and then cut it short, but that is no reason for murder." Sparks shot out from around him, cackling threateningly. "And I didn't kill him."

"I don't believe a word of it."



"So... there were a few things missing... turkey, cheese, bread, and cyanide... I mean, who in their right mind keeps cyanide in their kitchen?!" Trad shook his head and sighed as he read the label. "Holiday Plan B..." He put it aside, turning back to Forte. "I found a few bits of writing paper in the corner, but not much."

"I found a Pencil." Te3e commented, holding up the writing tool as he walked though.

"So..." Forte commented, robo-eyebrow raised.

"So I have absolutely no idea."

"Well, I guess great minds think alike."



The detectives stood in the main room, sharing what they had uncovered. Except BioBeast. he was using his 3DS to check BZPower... the site he was already on.

"So, when we add it all up, we end up with..."

"Not even the slightest idea what happened."

"Seriously, just check the body and search the rooms for any blood, along with the weapons." Feyrahk commented with a frown, rolling her eyes at the group of failed detectives.

"Hey... she has a point." Te3e commented. "Why don't we try that?"

"REAL DETECTIVES DON'T ACT LIKE THAT!"

Edited by Zoma, Apr 04 2012 - 06:42 PM.

[Content with Life]

I love you Zoma. Thank you for bringing us another chapter of this comedy.

I love you man.

[Strong Arm BioBeast]

Awesome. Another chapter, with another four month wait coming after it.

Anyways, I'm a bit insulted that BioBeast is doing nothing. If anything, I'd bring the TV with me as I investigated.

"I have no reasons for killing V-3. sure he may have promised me he would write a story staring only me and then cut it short, but that is no reason for murder."

Sure should be capitalized.

[The Writer]

Oh my, a miracle! Zoma managed to heal his fingers! Great chapter! I pity your kitchen, though.

[Cadias]

Ah, a new chapter... kind of... to me.... anyhoo, great chapter as usual! But will we have to wait another four months?

[The Dark Chronicler]

I love you Zoma. Thank you for bringing us another chapter of this comedy.

I love you man.

No one loves Zoma. Glad you like it.

No one loves Zoma, for he destroys all... and is currently gone.

Awesome. Another chapter, with another four month wait coming after it.

Anyways, I'm a bit insulted that BioBeast is doing nothing. If anything, I'd bring the TV with me as I investigated.

Sure should be capitalized.

No, only about one month this time.

It's not a mobile television. XD

... I should probably fix that.

Oh my, a miracle! Zoma managed to heal his fingers! Great chapter! I pity your kitchen, though.

It was my toe that caused me problems... don't ask how it effected my writing though.

Ah, a new chapter... kind of... to me.... anyhoo, great chapter as usual! But will we have to wait another four months?

Close enough to new. XD. Thanks. No, not at all. I've been working on the new chapter for a few days now, should be done soon.

[Cadias]

Close enough to new. XD. Thanks. No, not at all. I've been working on the new chapter for a few days now, should be done soon.

Wha- what?! TDC actually updating a comedy? It's a sign of the end of the world!

[Content with Life]

V-3. I love you.

At first I thought you weren't updating, but now, I'm squeeing with delight at the news.

[Indecisive Individual]

Uh, Zoma, I don't mean to be rude, but I think you forgot a character.

[Wotsiznaim]

How am I only just reading this now?

Lovin' it, imma PM you. Even if I'm disgustingly late.

Edited by Wotsiznaim, May 05 2012 - 02:36 PM.

[The Dark Chronicler]

Uh, Zoma, I don't mean to be rude, but I think you forgot a character.

No, no I didn't. All of the Characters who were supposed to be in that chapter were in it.

You must wait Vorex.

How am I only just reading this now?

Lovin' it, imma PM you. Even if I'm disgustingly late.

I have no idea. Maybe due to the fact the links in my signature are so small? XD

Thanks, and there is no such thing as late when each chapter takes four months. (XP)



Too busy to finish the chapter today, so I hope to have it completed tomorrow.

[The Dark Chronicler]

Yeah, should have had this out sooner. Sorry about that. XD





"Alright, alright! I know who killed him, I'll talk, I'll talk!"

"Good, who killed him? Answers, now!"

"It was the butler, the butler I tell you!"



Junkyard sighed, shaking his head at the T.V. he had quickly repaired. "It's always the butler, isn't it? The murderer is always the butler." He changed channels boredly, flipping onto what looked like an action movie... for about five seconds with a gun fight, then became a romantic comedy focusing on a hospital. "Bah, garbage."



"I lost my arm in the accident, but this new one their making me will allow me to shoot lasers... then I shall always be able to keep you safe."

"And kill my neighbor's annoying cats."

Fake audience Laughter followed.



Bio swiped the remote, changing channels to a new series, The Dark Chronicle. "Junkyard, aren't you an actor in that?"

"Yeah, I am. I play the narrator, sadly, I didn't get the part as the main character." The Makuta commented.

"But... you are the main character."

"That's my stunt double. They said he made a better 'me' than I did."

"Ouch. Is that even possible?"

"I have no idea."



A sudden smashing thud echoed out through the house, and Kayep dashed over to the window to open the shades and see what was outside and causing the noise. Whatever it was, it was big.

There, smacked against the glass, and sliding down in a style only found in comedy, was Incommodo, the detective known for having never solved anything... and being proud of it. He had apparently tried jumping through the window for a dramatic entrance.

"Hey guys, you should see this!" Kayep shouted. "A giant ugly insect smacked into the window... and he's mouthing words that I'm not going to repeat due to my morals!" He watched Incommodo sliding for a few more moments. "Yep, definitely not saying that!"

"Maybe we should let him in?" Te3e suggested as he walked past.

"Nah, I'm gonna watch him twitch for a while longer."



Cadias stood, looking carefully over the plastic butter knife. He was once again the one sent to investigate the weapon. This time he was wearing gloves, to avoid cutting himself and contaminating the evidence. There was some red stuff on it... and only one way to find out what it was.

"Sir, I advise you not to taste that, the germs and diseases found within blood can be most hazardous to the health, plus it is completely disgusting." Terka commented with a frown. "Why do you not take it to that Hero and have him send it to a forensic lab?"

"Do you know how long those things take to get back with results?!" He tasted the red stuff anyway, ignoring the protesting of the robot. "Strawberry jelly... not blood at all." Cadias grinned, chucking the plastic butter knife over his shoulder and sending it flying across the house. "Well, I don't think that the knife is the murder weapon... unless V-3's body contained jelly for blood."

"... why must I suffer with these foolish mortal creatures?" Terka sighed, shaking his mechanical head.

"Because... we're more interesting than the other, mindless, Vahki?"

"...Sentience has it's downsides."

"I was sentient once." Te3e remarked, passing through the room.



"So, this is the dining room." Tim commented, looking around. "It seems to be at least 78% duck tape, how does someone do so much damage to a single room?" He blew up houses, but to have a room so greatly destroyed yet still usable was greatly impressive to him.

"Yep, the roof collapsed on Christmas, the wall got blown up during the Halloween event of which we have been sworn to secrecy due to the horrors that happened that day, and the floor was demolished on V-3's Birthday." Ferahk commented, boredly playing a 3DS while sitting in the corner of the room. A hint of irritation was clear in her voice.

"Listen, Rahkshi. I'm on a highly important mission here to solve a murder, and I don't need some worm in armor giving me attitude." Tim snapped, still trying to search the room for any clues. Something had to give away if the murder had been committed here of not, he just had to find it.

Feyrahk closed the 3DS, standing up and walking over towards Tim. "Listen, space freak. I'm allowed to have an attitude if I want to, and if you thing you're going to be able to boss me around like your pathetic little bunch of space underlings, then you've got another thing coming. So -unpleasant- shut up, and -unpleasant- search the -unpleasant- room!" one of the chairs at the table, nearest to her, exploded into shrapnel.

"... sorry ma'am." PIZZARISONIKA MAKULIANA EXCEPTIONALPERSONOFAWESOMENESS commented, backing away slowly and wide-eyed. Quietly under his breath, he added more. "No wonder Zaphos got that restraining order."

"I heard that!" Feyrahk snapped.

"Well, it's true, he was terrified when he got it... what did you even do to him?!"

Feyrahk grinned a grin so horrifying it would have made V-3 die from fear, if he hadn't already been dead.

"Peanut butter and a scalpel are nothing compared to the mighty Feyrahk." Te3e commented, walking through.



"So Virthee, what exactly happened about 2.79 hours ago?" Forte asked calmly and in a friendly manner. The robotic smile on his face didn't hide the fact that this was a murder investigation.

Trad sat to the side, writing down Virthee's comments and Forte's questions for later use if needed. Everything he wrote could be invaluable to the investigation, and it was already having more results than Tim's interview of Junkyard.

"Well, we were all invited over to speak with V-3 about his newest comedy ideas. Then he went for his writing pad, and everyone sort of divided up, heading in their own directions. I stayed in the Living room... I didn't really want to leave while V-3 would only be gone for a short time period. And then the power went out, everything went dark. When the light returned... V-3's body was there on the floor... I don't even remember anyone pulling it in..."

"Interesting... and what about that bruise on your leg, how did you get that?" Forte asked, scratching his metal chin in thought.

"Well, when the lights went out, I sort of tripped over a chair and bruised it." Virthee admitted, shaking his head. "And first I thought the chair bruise was a major issue, then seeing the body... it sort of... changed that. It didn't seem as important anymore."

"And what reason would you have for killing V-3?" Trad asked, getting bored of just writing. Forte was about to complain, when Trad threw the writing pad in the robot's face, shutting him up and leaving him to write.

"Well, he's been falling behind in his comedies... and he promised me a serious story involving myself as the main character... but I'm not really all that mad about it. He was too lazy to really do any writing." Virthee commented with a sigh.

"Too lazy?" Trad remarked.

"Yeah, he always blames his lack of time, but don't believe a word of it. He's just lazy... and dead."

"Thank you for your time."

"Not a problem... try to catch the killer before anyone else dies!"

"Virthee... a Toa of fire with a temper of flame... not mad... Hmm..." Te3e commented as he walked past.



"So, anything in the dining room?" Me asked Tim as the two sat on a couch.

"Some unidentified red stains on the floor, and what looked like a unfinished meal on the table. We can't really get any definite proof of anything yet though. Forte sent samples for testing, we should hear back in a few weeks."

"Oh good, considering the rate the chapters of this comedy are being posted, we should have the results before the next chapter is even posted." Me replied with a grin, finally his detective skill was paying off.

"No, in-story time." Tim replied.

"Aw, man!"

"Funny how many chapters you can fit into a single night of investigations." Te3e commented, walking backwards through the room.



The group of detectives and suspects sat in the main room, discussing the finds of the day, and ignoring Random's complaint about a flying butter knife poking him in the eye.

"So... once again, we have reached a conclusion." Cadias began.

"... absolutely nothing at all." Finished Me.

The detectives all nodded in agreement, minus two, and one new detective.



"But Julia, I am his evil twin brother!"

"But I thought..."

"I lied to you Julia, I lied!"

"No, it's not true!"

"You're right, it isn't!"



Junkyard, BioBeast, and Incommodo sat on the couch watching T.V., and they were glued to the screen.

"Julia, don't trust him, he just wants to trick you and steal your prized watch collection!" Bio shouted at the screen.

"He's not trustworthy! The real Charles is in the coat closet!" Incommodo cried out in a futile attempt to change the story.

"It's so horrib-" Junkyard suddenly changed the channel as Te3e walked over.

"What are you guys watching?" The Toa of stone asked.

"Wrestling." The three remarked in unison, changing back when Te3e left. "Julia, nooooo! He's going to kill you!"

[Cadias]

Oh, lol. Once again, you have succeeded in making me laugh! Te3e's comments were funny, the TV parts great, and Cadias' method of testing the red stuff and annoying the Vahki was exactly what I would have done was also entertaining. Although possibly only to me.

Oh, before I forget... What?! TDC HAS FINISHED A CHAPTER IN JUST OVER A MONTH?!?! WHAT IS THIS MADNESS?!?!?!

[Ilyusha Blokfase]

Do I have to send in a form or will you just put Grochi in here again?

Or am I already in/too late?

[The Dark Chronicler]

Oh, lol. Once again, you have succeeded in making me laugh! Te3e's comments were funny, the TV parts great, and Cadias' method of testing the red stuff and annoying the Vahki was exactly what I would have done was also entertaining. Although possibly only to me.

Oh, before I forget... What?! TDC HAS FINISHED A CHAPTER IN JUST OVER A MONTH?!?! WHAT IS THIS MADNESS?!?!?!

Glad you got a laugh out of this. I have to say, I greatly enjoy writing up Te3e's lines, they're some of my favorite parts of this comedy, and the television is just so much fun. XD. Glad you like Cadias' methods of investigation, I like having him testing the things in the least logical way possible. I found it entertaining. XD

Yes... It's a miracle... expect a new one in probably less than a month... I'm feeling comedic.

Do I have to send in a form or will you just put Grochi in here again?

Or am I already in/too late?

You have to send in the form for this one Grochi, it's outside of the normal Sniper and V-3 stories.

Never too late!

[Cadias]

Dear Lord, his sense of humor is returning! I must make good on my threat and purchase a tranquilizer gun!

Anyway, it'll be good to see a new chapter up fairly soon. This is a great comedy, and I greatly enjoy your work.

[Content with Life]

Come back to your roots V-3~! Come back to the comedic side of the Force~!

Anyway, I see that even Tim is scared of Feyrahk. I find this highly amusing.

[Indecisive Individual]

...
How come Incommodo didn't get to do anything?

[The Dark Chronicler]

Dear Lord, his sense of humor is returning! I must make good on my threat and purchase a tranquilizer gun!

Anyway, it'll be good to see a new chapter up fairly soon. This is a great comedy, and I greatly enjoy your work.

Oh no, I hate tranquilizer guns! I feel tired enough most of the time already! XD

Yeah, I'm happy to have had it up more quickly... and the next should arrive soon, but I'm working on a secret project right not. Glad to see the comedy is still enjoyable!

Come back to your roots V-3~! Come back to the comedic side of the Force~!

Anyway, I see that even Tim is scared of Feyrahk. I find this highly amusing.

I'm trying, but comedies aren't quite as much fun as epics are to write. Something about the seriousness of them is enjoyable.

Everyone is scared of Feyrahk, she's one of Junkyard's eleven elite Rahkshi.

...
How come Incommodo didn't get to do anything?

He got to smack into a window and watch T.V.

[Indecisive Individual]

Yeah, the soap opera is fitting, but next time he better jump out a window. While defending himself from the murderer. With a spoon.

[The Dark Chronicler]

Yeah, the soap opera is fitting, but next time he better jump out a window. While defending himself from the murderer. With a spoon.

Let's see... jumping out of the windows will only lead to him smacked against them again. The murderer's identity is unknown, therefor he can't fight him/her. But I can still have him swinging a spoon around like a sword.

[Indecisive Individual]

Yeah, the soap opera is fitting, but next time he better jump out a window. While defending himself from the murderer. With a spoon.

Let's see... jumping out of the windows will only lead to him smacked against them again. The murderer's identity is unknown, therefor he can't fight him/her. But I can still have him swinging a spoon around like a sword.

...
AWESOME.

[Ilyusha Blokfase]

Yeah, the soap opera is fitting, but next time he better jump out a window. While defending himself from the murderer. With a spoon.

Let's see... jumping out of the windows will only lead to him smacked against them again. The murderer's identity is unknown, therefor he can't fight him/her. But I can still have him swinging a spoon around like a sword.

...
AWESOME.

I get the feeling that when Grochi runs in and sees Incommodo swinging a spoon like a sword, he's going to have quite a few questions for everybody.

[The Dark Chronicler]

"Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father."

"He told me enough! He told me you killed him!"

"No. I am your father"

Incommodo moved his mouth to match Luke's words. "No... That's not true! That's impossible!"

Junkyard stood nearby, having lip synced Vader's lines.

Biobeast sat on the couch, swapping between the T.V. and the two reenactors. "He must be adopted, you two look nothing alike!"

They both frowned at the grinning BioBeast, glaring in irritation.

"Ah, now I see the family resemblance!" Remarked the walking past Te3e.



Cadias held the slinky within his hand, glancing suspiciously at the metal coils. "A weapon of strangulation, a quick and painful end to be certain. Lack of red liquid makes blood testing difficult. Small bit of black stuff on the side. Taste test reveals that it is in no way connected to blood, also that it tastes terrible."

Virthee frowned in disgust at the Toa of Plasma. "Must you really taste every suspicious material you find on the potential weapons? It's rather disgusting." The Toa of fire looked down at the metal item with a slight glare.

"Others reject my way of investigation, the poor fools. They'd never get anywhere without me. But further tests will be needed to confirm the identity of this mysterious black liquid." Cadias remarked, mostly ignoring Virthee.

"That's rather easy... it's ink."

"What?"

"You know, Ink. It's commonly used in writing. It looks like a pen leaked on it." Virthee explained, pointing at the black spot. "And it's rather recent, likely within the past few hours."

"How did you..."

"I have a job at a detective agency, I'm not an cool dude."

"Wait, did you just call me a cool dude?" Cadias remarked with a frown.

"... I'm not the one who tried tasting ink."

"I think he's got you there." Te3e remarked as he walked on by.

"No he doesn't!"

"That's just the ink talking."



The living room, the place the body was found. Trad scanned the room for any detail that may give away the answers he wanted. There was an overturned chair, possibly the sign of a struggle. There was a single pencil sitting on the floor in the corner, rather strange placement. There was... a Robot standing in the middle, trying once more to use his outdated scanner data.

"Everything is wrong... horribly wrong... the placement is off, the walls are differently placed... everything." Forte remarked in surprise.

"I told you already, his house is destroyed on a periodic basis." Trad remarked boredly.

"But... everything... how could anything cause this much damage?!"

Out of nowhere came the reply. "Oh, the parties are crazy! You should have seen the last one, the Fourth of July will never be the same." Actually, it didn't come from nowhere, it came from a Rahkshi, who had somehow gotten into the house.

"Wait... how did you..."

"It's a comedy, if you have to ask... you don't want to know." What's-his-name responded. "Actually, an Onu-Matoran let me in through the window."

"Wait, what? He left me stuck there for almost an hour!" Came the response from the T.V. area.

"Well, he didn't look like a giant insect!" Replied Kayep.

"Uh... this doesn't seem like a competent investigation."

"Hah, don't worry. Hero Factory will make sure this case is solved!" Forte responded.

"...Need I repeat my last statement?" Hissed What's-his-name.

"There's a reason Hero Factory does crime stopping, not crime solving." Te3e commented as he moved on. "They're all lousy at Clue... and Cluedo"



"So, Random... if that is your real name, what connection do you have to the death of V-3?" Me asked, playing good cop.

Standing beside him was Tim, who was playing cop from Karzahni. "Yeah, now tell us why you did it... NOW!" He pointed his weapon right at the Matoran's head.

Random just looked up boredly at the two. "Really? That the best you can do? I was eaten by a tiger, there is nothing, nothing that scares me." The Fe-Matoran remarked, leaning back in his chair. "And I had nothing to do with the death."

"You seem rather lacking on sadness, considering that your writer just got murdered." Me responded, writing down his thought on a clipboard.

"I know how to make him talk..." Tim remarked, holding up a chunk cut from a chain link fence. Then pointing an ULTIMATE DESTRUCTION BEAM GUN right at it. "Give us the information we want, and the chain doesn't end up turned to atoms."

"I KNOW NOTHING, HONESTLY! I WAS IN THE BASEMENT SEARCHING THROUGH V-3'S OLD ITEMS! DON"T HARM THE CHAIN LINK!" The Matoran shouted, grabbing for the precious metal fencing.

"I think we have all the information we need now, thank you." Me remarked, getting up to walk away.

Tim blasted the chain link anyway. "Oops."

The look on the Matoran's face said all.

"Hey Tim, hope you have good health insurance..." Te3e remarked, quickly getting out of there before the trouble began.



The detectives all met up, to once again share the details of their investigations. Tim had to be dragged over to the group by Me, but all had something worth saying... sort of. When all was done, they evaluated their information.

"And still... absolutely nothing." Cadias remarked with a shrug.

"This is pointless, we shall never get to the bottom of this." Terka whined.

"Are all robots this annoying?" What's questioned.

"Not me, I'm from Hero Factory!" Forte responded.

"Need I repeat myself? Robots are annoying."

"That's why I took the red pill." Te3e remarked, wearing dark tinted sunglasses and a long black coat.



BioBeast leaped over the couch as both Incommodo and Junkyard chased after him, wildy swinging spoons around. "I told you, I'm not the Emperor!"

"Yeah, yeah, we won't fall for your tricks, Palpatine!" Incommodo remarked, swinging his light-silverware at the escaping Bio.

"We must not let him escape son, the empire must fall!" Junkyard responded, using magnetism to force choke BioBeast.

The Skakdi-Toa let out a scream as he was dragged back over the couch by the two. "I want to live!"


Grochi stood, looking in through the window in horror. "THEY HAD A MODIFIED STAR WARS REENACTMENT WITHOUT ME!? "

[Content with Life]

Ah, so it has returned once more. Poor Grochi, failing to make it to the Star Wars reenactment.

[Indecisive Individual]

"Yeah, yeah, we won't fall for your tricks, Palpatine!" Incommodo remarked, swinging his light-silverware at the escaping Bio.

Lightspoon F the W.
Rather funny. I'm surprised you didn't make a joke involving Inc's nickname's similarity to the word 'Ink', but meh.
I am looking forward to the next chapter.

[Cadias]

Others reject my way of investigation, the poor fools. They'd never get anywhere without me.

It's true! They'd get nowhere! =P

Anyway, I'm glad to see the new chapter. Same great quality as the others, though it took a little long to get here. =P

[Wotsiznaim]

Ah yes, a fantastic chapter if I say so myself, with some hilarity, plot devlopment, and the first appearance of Mr. Narcissistic me (not the character Me, but me me)!

"Are all robots this annoying?" What's questioned.

"Not me, I'm from Hero Factory!" Forte responded.

"Need I repeat myself? Robots are annoying."

Lulage, I don't seem to like robots in this universe

In any case, Tim playing Bad Cop made me laugh. SAVE THE CHAIN LINKS And of course, Inc's Lightspoon cannot be overlooked when it comes to highlights.