#mcdrp

have you ever wanted to join a rp discord server where your muse went to mcdonalds? well now you can! introducing MCDRP!!! created by YOURS TRULY and with the help of @herbounty !! now your mary sue can order all the big macs and mcflurries they want, and your gary stus can fight each other in the parking lot!!! join US TODAY!!!

In the middle of an empty living room, belonging to an empty mansion. It’s been abandoned for what seems like a decade or two, Jamie looks around his surroundings. The floor creaks, wallpaper is peeling, and there are insects crawling along the walls. It’s the kind of house you would see in horror movies or paranormal investigation shows. Looking behind him, he sees the double doors he had just entered from, then turns to look ahead of him again to see the fireplaces in the middle of the wall, on both sides of it are bookshelves filled completely with books of different sizes. He makes his way to one of the two doors to the corridor that will take him to the stairs. The hinges squeak as the door opens and he makes his way to the next door, opening it up to reveal the long staircase. Blood is splattered along the walls, but the ghostwriter simply ignores it and makes his way up to the next floor.

A wrong foot placement causes a step to break; Jamie watches as his leg goes through the hole, wincing a bit at the sudden pain, then calmly pulls it back out to continue up. The cuts in the wood and nails scrape him and cause a cut in his leg, Jamie pays no mind to the blood dripping down his leg or the cut in his jeans as he continues to walk up the stairs. Creaking and groaning of old wood fills up the otherwise empty space, it’s cold as if a ghost were there, taking in any warm air that makes it into the mansion. A setting like that begs for ghosts and demons to follow you around, as that is exactly what might be going on. As he reaches the top of the staircase, he lets out a breath of exhaustion before pushing the door open to reveal another room.

The young author goes his way through the empty and blood splattered hallway. The aura of the room feeling more eerie than the last, the feeling of someone following him growing stronger. Shrugging it off, he proceeds to the end of the path. A dead end covered in thick blood. Disappointed in his findings, he turns to leave, stopping in his tracks as he sees something almost demon like blocking his path, a figure looking like the night holding a crowbar over its head. It didn’t take a genius to know what was to come next. As the demon struck, Jamie pushed past it, beginning to run back to the stairs, sure that whatever the thing was was definitely following him, and fast.

He pushed the door open and began to run down the stairs, keeping good footing although he was running downhill on steps. So close the end of the stairs…just a bit more…His foot goes to step down on the next step, but goes straight through. The broken step. Jamie had completely forgotten about it. He falls on his face on the next couple of steps, breaking his nose. Fuck, he really could not let this happen at the moment. He pushes himself up and spends a few seconds getting his rather sore leg out of the hole, blood dripping from his nose, which is beginning to swell, down onto his pants. He gets his leg out just in time, as the demon was right behind him and about to strike again. Running down the next few steps, hissing through the pain, he goes to open the door to get out of the corridor, just to find that the door locked. He considers breaking it down to escape, but just as that thought goes through his mind, a shadow looms over him.

With the trial of Ana Luiza Barboza and the somewhat unforeseen murder of Tomio Miyamoto, most if not all secrets have been revealed or discarded, bonds formed or broken, and some form of security or comfort granted or ripped away from the captives of the chateau. While things have been admittedly calmer, you find it an almost eerie calm, practically on the edge of your seat as you wait. You know it's going to happen, it normally does... it has so far...

"Hello hello hello!~ It's your friendly neighborhood Monobear, here to give you the good news! Please report to the dining room ASAP!" But of course! You had to be right... with a begrudged sigh you make your way to the predesignated location, but what you find upon arrival may surprise you. Stacked corner to corner, as high as possible atop the dining room table, are bricks upon bricks of paper money. You don't understand... where did all of this come from? And where is Monobear to explain this..? You hear a muffled string of sounds come from somewhere in the room, when suddenly, your latter question is answered via an eruption from the top of the pyramid.

 "HELLOOOOOOO, BASTARDS!" Landing on his feet before you all a midst a shower of bills is Monobear himself, cackling happily. "Good evening, darling bastards! Have you all been doing okay? I don't care." Monobear begins to walk around idly, picking up stray bills. But not so much picking them up as sucking them into his paw. 

"But I do know something everyone cares about... MONEY!" He says this and aims his paw at a random student, a newly made brick shooting out and slamming against the wall behind them. Monobear merely cackles once again and returns to what he was previously doing. 

 "I may be a pretty rough bear on you dumb shits sometimes, but I have to admit, at least you bastards can kill someone with purpose! So... I say it's time you get a little allowance. Well. One of you, that is."

"You may have noticed it by now, but here in this room there is more money than most of you bastards have probably seen in your entire lives! Where I got it doesn't matter, but how YOU get it does! If you want all this dough, one of you has to PROVE to me you have to guts kill again! In other words... who ever can get away with murder not only gets to leave with their life... but also with this vast wealth!" As Monobear gives you the latest motive, he merely laughs quietly to himself, continuing to vacuum the mess scattered about the dining room floor. Should you leave now..? "... And a freebie." Monobear doesn't pause, doesn't miss a beat as he continues to clean.

"If you haven't noticed by now, you have got to be stupider than dirt, but... I have been making plenty of slip ups lately, hm? Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice... shame on me. Or should I say... us." 

"As penitence for being such a mean bear, I will go ahead and tell you fucks... there is more than one of us. Who? Who knows. We could be scary scientists watching you all squirm and writhe like the worthless little deviants you are... we could be some super criminals holding you all as hostages to get back at society for giving such a bad example for our youth... hell, we could even be among you as we speak. But, who's to say you should believe me? I AM just a cute little bear after all... aren't I? Upupu..." 

(This is a closed RP for Tomio)

Iain had been wandering the chateau like usual. Well, not exactly like usual. Because he was dead. It made it a bit easier to watch the other students, but he couldn't really talk to them. He didn't mind though. He spoke to the other ghosts a bit, but he generally kept to himself. 

After about a week, Iain was wandering the halls. He had come to the third floor, and noticed something down the hall. Rushing over, he gasped as he discovered Tomio's bleeding body on the floor.

In.

A maid outfit?