Who Dunnit?

You follow Tea Cup to the decently lit room known as the parlor. When the two of you had walked through the darkness of the manor, Tea Cup seemed to know her way around.

She did not hold a candle.

It was kind of weird.

Anyways, as soon as you got to the parlor, everypony else was there. All whom still breathed.

“After this point, consider this fact.”

Tea Cup started, walking behind the bar of the parlor.

“Only the smartest among you will survive. Your strength, what race you may be, what species, it does not matter.

Tea Cup brought out a small radio-like object. She placed it on the bar’s counter top before continuing.

“Now, let me get to business. We are all now gathered here to see how wrong or correct you were in deducing whom my client is. Now. I would most appreciate it if we could all keep our conversations in until my client has finished their answer to your questions.”

Touching a couple things on the radio, a voice began to speak. The voice was unidentifiable. It did not match anypony’s voice in this room. It was a deep, almost robotic voice. The pitch was too deep for any male to meet.

“Hello my guests. I am your host, the owner of this manor. I hope you have had a splendid couple of days so far. I know I have.

“Now, I’m sure that my maid has informed you of what I am here to talk about, so I shall get to it. You are all very interested in how I have committed the murders thus far, correct?”

Seems like the other ponies around you weren’t.

“I shall start from the beginning.

First, I added a special ingredient into Mary Sue’s breakfast. I did so by leaving a small flower on her plate. This flower is known as Hemlock. This dangerous flower is poisonous to the very touch. So, knowing that she would eat her dangerous little flower, I moved onto step two.

I know that most of you are not flower enthusiasts. So, I shall explain it to you. The chemicals of Hemlock can cause paralyzation of the body. Normally, it would be a periodic paralyzation and not all at once. Plus, paralyzation will normally occur only after fifteen minutes or more.

After breakfast had finished, I decided to head off by myself. Using a staff I had hidden in my room, I casted an see-all spell just to make sure everything was going smoothly. I focused in on Mary Sue in order to see that she had indeed visited the Front Foyer, just as I had planned. Though, it was apparent she was there for a different reason. Either way, she was there and that’s all that mattered.

I had cast a spell next to amplify the poison of my Hemlock and allow it to spread into the legs of my victim. They were now stuck to the middle of the room. Just then, the timer went off and the chandelier was released. It crashed down on Mary Sue, killing her.

Next, I casted a binding spell on all unicorn magic and blew out all the lights in the house using some more of my staff’s magical powers. Next, I moved downstairs and into the ballroom with my staff.

Speaking the words necessary, I activated a mechanism that brought up a large shark tank from the basement, moving it up into the ballroom. Luckily enough for me, my next victim happened to be in the same room as I did this. I quickly saw them, as they had a brightly burning candle in their mouth. I greeted them in a most polite manner. They put down the candle and I’d assume they would start to ask questions.

Before they could, I summoned a special little white powder of mine, which I’d assume is still on the floor of the ballroom now. This little white powder is known as Strychnine, another poison of mine. I shoved it down Knell Sea’s mouth, forcing her to ingest the poison in its entirety. 

While she coughed and wheezed, I brought out a large meathook from my staff’s stored arsenal and stabbed her straight through the back of the head. I made sure to not go for a much more swift death, and that is what Knell Sea would not receive.

I hung her from the ceiling, right above the shark tank. I left her to her own business. I’d suspect whomever saw her body was in for much of a shock when they saw the dead carcass of a pony experiencing muscle spasms.

It was not the meat hook that killed her, figure that. Either way, she is still dead and there is nothing changing that. She’s resting within the fishes now.

Anyways, that’s my little story for tonight. You should all hope that your name isn’t the next I say, the next time I talk to all of you. I bid you a good night. May all of you get through the night.”

((This post is kind of long, so I’ll continue it next post.))

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