NEW MEXICO. The nearest outpost of civilization is a good 50 miles away (a “Stuckey’s”). Desert surrounds the house, Murder Manor, on all sides.
MEET THE PLAYERS:
Seapunky
Eight
Cuitlahac
Doibr
krizteen
James
Ken
P.A.S.
Erin
Stacey
Cyd
Spinnwebe
This week was a slow one, filled with much paranoia. At the evening's games, everyone was willing to Hide, but no one was willing to Seek. Everyone is suspicious of everyone else about Eight's death, which is strange, because all but one of them is here to die. We here at the Security trailer think that Eight's death was what finally drove the realism of what's happening home. The contestants didn't think that we would actually allow anyone to die. Upon learning that we are, in fact, keeping to our premise, they have become sullen and leery. Even Mollie is out and about less, and we didn't see Doibr or Spinnwebe in days, despite generous electric shocks administered to their head bracelets in order to draw them out.
Things picked up around Wednesday, however, when, during a Hide and Seek campaign, Ken discovered Eight's missing butcher knife in P.A.S.'s room, hidden away in his underwear drawer with his anime magazines. Ken revealed this to everyone on a specially-called meeting, transcribed below.
KEN: Well, everyone, I guess you're wondering why I've called us all together in the same room.
CUITLAHAC: To kill us all?
KEN: Actually, no.
CUITLAHAC: Loser.
KEN: (glares at Cuitlahac) Anyway, I found this is P.A.S.'s room.
(he produces the knife)
JAMES: What the fuck!
P.A.S.: What the fuck!
KRIZTEEN: Where was it in his room?
KEN: (hastily) That's not important. What's important is it's one of the knives Eight took with him up to his room on the first day. We searched Eight's room immediately after his murder and found nothing. Only the murderer would have this knife.
P.A.S.: Erm... you got me! I totally killed that motherfucker! YEAH!
CINDY: PAS, you couldn't walk down the hall without squirting in your pants last week, nevermind wrestle with and kill someone.
P.A.S.: Shows how much you know, bitch! Wah-ha-ha!
(Cindy punches P.A.S.; his stomach gurgles)
P.A.S.: Oooo, Jesus.
CINDY: He's full of shit.
KEN: Well, if he didn't kill Eight, who did?
STACEY: Maybe it was Mollie.
MOLLIE: What? I'm the nicest one here!
DOIBR: Could be a front.
MOLLIE: Hey, c'mon I was nice to you!
DOIBR: Sorry.
STACEY: He's right. And you've got the most motive for framing PAS, since he blew up your van. You figured if you frame PAS for the first murder, we'll consider him dangerous and kill him.
MOLLIE: Look, I didn't kill Eight! I'm serious! I have a plan, and that's not part of it!
ERIN: She didn't do it.
STACEY: How do YOU know?
ERIN: I can tell. You can always tell when a fine girl is lying, and she's not.
MOLLIE: Please stop flirting with me. You're like, 27.
ERIN: 24, babe.
JAMES: Jesus.
Nothing was resolved. They ended the night's Hide and Seek early and went back to their rooms. P.A.S. stayed up all night, listening at his door. When he heard a door downstairs open, he crept out into the darkened hallways. He followed the sound of soft, muffled footsteps into the kitchen, Garden Weasel in hand, where he switched on the light and saw: Doibr.
He had a bottle of Iodine.
He was applying it to the cornflakes.
"BUSTED, ya little bitch!" screeched P.A.S., lunging at Doibr. Doibr, being slow and weak, was not much of a match, and took a nasty swipe across the chest with the Garden Weasel. P.A.S. then kicked him out of the pantry, into the middle of the kitchen. He clocked him in the face with the handle of the Garden Weasel, then pressed the blades to Doibr's throat.
"Red. Fucking. Handed," said P.A.S. Doibr wiped some blood from his nose and looked up at P.A.S., his eyes full of fear.
"I'm sorry! I don't know what I was thinking!" he stammered, and P.A.S. sliced him across the cheek.
"Shut the fuck up!" P.A.S. again pressed the blade to Doibr's throat. "This is for one full week of ass goo, fuckface."
"Drop it."
Suddenly, there was a knife at P.A.S.'s throat. Mollie had snuck up on him as he tortured Doibr. Everyone else stood in the doorway, armed and watching.
"We're here to kill each other, dipshit!" P.A.S. bellowed. Mollie did not relent.
"Not him. Drop it, and I'll let you go. I promise," she said.
"FUCK that. I can't trust you for shit. You killed Eight."
"No, she didn't," said Doibr.
"You shut up," said P.A.S. He looked back and forth between Doibr and Mollie's knife, and then dropped his Garden Weasel to the floor.
There was a pause. No one made a sound.
Mollie let him go. "Get back to bed."
P.A.S. stooped to pick up his Garden Weasel.
"Leave it," said Mollie. P.A.S. glared up at her.
"Fine. I don't need it." P.A.S. and he left.
"Good one, numbnuts," mocked Cuitlahac as he passed. The others slowly moved off to bed, and Mollie took Doibr to his room, where, with the help of his numerous first aid supplies, she patched him up as best she could.
"Why did you help me?" he asked her.
"I told you," she said, simply, "I have a plan."