Halloween Clue pt. 1
#1 of Clue
Authors Comment: Well, i DEFINANTLY know its late and i know my fans have wanted the other stories to come out, but this one was a sporadic wanting for the Halloween season... IT HAD TO BECOME REAL! Whether or not i actually continue will be another question, but for now, i think not... Maybe when i have some free time i will, but for now, no.
ALSO- Zack is Mr. Green, Prince is Mr. Body, Kyrna is the Maid, Rosemary is the Cook
I didn't expect it. I mean, how could I expect something like this? But there I was, Halloween night, standing in front of some mansion in my small suburban town. The mansion was decked out for Halloween; grand pumpkins everywhere, ghosts, skeletons, and hangmen dangling from the trees, and a perfectly structured graveyard full of rotting zombies just exiting their shallow graves. All in all, it looked incredibly professional; even the carved pumpkins looked so well done they seemed to stare right at you!
Thoroughly impressed by the effort put into the place, I looked back at the card, wondering if I had the right address after all... "12 Hickory Lane... Yeah, this is right..." I murmured after viewing the rather large "12" on a post of the mansion's deck. Looking around though, I also noticed something else... No cars, whatsoever. It seemed strange at first, but my mind simply skipped the notion, gently assuming that it must have been people around town. I didn't know who it was that invited me to such a sleek and modern place. At first, I thought it was sent to the wrong person but it had my name right on it, "Mike Brolly" in a scripty yet very elegant handwriting.
Deciding to go plain this year, I wore a Sherlock Holmes kind of outfit, able to find the right stuff to dress up for the part. The only thing I didn't wear was those stiff black leather shoes... Ugh... They made my feet so sore! So instead, I wore some black sneakers to compensate, which breathed a sigh of relief for my feet and toes. My brown hair had been fixed up slightly from its usual messy self but it lay under my Sherlock Holmes hat, obscuring it from anyone's view anyways. My 18 year old body propelled me forward casually to the antique-looking door, deep brown eyes fixed on my destination. My nicely built frame and tall body made it slightly awkward when I walked up to the door, the height of the deck only a few inches above me, but I ignored it like most things that would trouble me.
For some reason, I felt nervous there, just standing in front of the wooden door. I didn't know why, but it felt like something morbid was going to happen. Mostly, it felt like eyes were watching me and my actions, observing each and every breath I took. Looking around a bit, I didn't notice anything, but still that feeling presided over me. Finally, after calming down a bit, I knocked on the door casually. There wasn't much to worry about if I wasn't really invited or this was a gag... One of my friends was having a party anyways so I would go to that one as a reserve kind of thing. What I didn't know was that I was never going to want to leave.
The door opened by itself, doing one of those cliché entry kinds of things in an old horror movie. Chuckling, I stepped inside, counting to three when the door banged shut right when I hit three. Perfect again! I chuckled in my brain. The lights were all on and the place was decorated nicely actually; nearly as good as outside if not better. A sculpture of a vampire made out of orange pumpkin innards was by the staircase, casting its gaze everywhere yet looking very lifelike. Suits of creaky old armor were placed sporadically along the walls and a buffet table fit for a party of 100 was strewn out, barely touched.
Everything was orange, black, red, and green, giving a very Halloween-like mood to the house itself, even if it didn't have many usual decorations! The mansion was huge too, easily having another grand room like this probably upstairs, if not, a host of rooms to explore. Looking around, slowly heading to the buffet area, I noticed that things were left out all askew; some spilled drinks, half eaten trays of food, and even a coat on the floor. I cocked an eyebrow, starting to wonder what the hell was going on as I dipped a chicken wing in some ranch dressing, silently munching on it. Pretty good... I though, searching around as I dug myself into the wings.
Then I heard it; voices. They were barely hushed though, the voices getting softly louder occasionally as if arguing with each other. This of course intrigued me, making me wonder some more about this strange mansion. "What the hell kind of party IS this?" I murmured to myself, trying to pick up where the pulsating whispers were coming from. After a few seconds of focusing my hearing, I pinpointed the noise to a double door, probably leading to the kitchen as it was only a bit away from the buffet line. Walking over to it briskly, I used both hands to blast opened the doors, walking firmly in and declaring, "Ok, now WHO the he-"
In mid sentence I was thrown back towards the door by a full-fledged body check. Somehow I didn't notice it but whoever it was got me, sending both of us to the floor. A couple of excited and worried voices soon shouted out, but I couldn't hear with my ears ringing. A bit dazed and confused, I blinked my eyes back into focus, looking down my chest at the body on top of me. Whoever it was, they were hugging me firmly in warm comfort, which was kind of awkward. I didn't know them! They could be an old guy, or a homeless dude, but as I looked down, the awkwardness soon turned to disbelief at the person on top of me... or rather, the monitor lizard.
"K-K-K-Kyrna?" The forest green monitor lizard looked up at me, eyes glistening slightly from tears of joy. She was dressed in a sexy black and white maid's outfit, suiting her attitude and mentality quite well. Her tail swished back and forth a bit, only confirming her joy, her hug getting tighter and her D-cups squishing more on me, making my face blush slightly.
"Oh Creator! Finally you're here! Omg I have been waiting for you for soooo long..." She chuckled a bit and leaned her head next to my ear, her tongue gentle brushing against it. "...for many reasons~"
I blushed more at the comment but even as she got up and offered her hand for me, I stayed down, mostly in shock. No, shock wouldn't even be the right word... Utter astonishment while thinking I had become mentally insane. That would have been the better way to describe it.
Kyrna giggled a bit and picked me up instead, brushing me off and indicating behind her. "Uhm... well, here is some of the crew... at least, the ones that did come to the party..." Now remember my "utter astonishment"? Well, that was a 10/10 on the disbelief meter. What she showed me then broke the meter.
An array of my creations, or rather physical beings now, I had created over the years were standing in front of me, oddly dressed as Clue characters. Several times I had to perform a reality check kind of thing, still making sure I was sane. Unfortunately for myself at the time, I checked out fine. I mean, it wasn't a bad experience, just so unbelievable I couldn't fathom the reality of it all at first. But as I stared into the eyes of my characters, I soon realized they were just as real as me.
In the kitchen though, there were only four of them, including Kyrna. The others were some of his biggest influences, including Zack, a cream-colored Akita/Wolf mixture. He was wearing a green suit on with a green baseball cap, fitting his athletic body quite well. He chuckled as I inspected him, him inspecting me at the same time. Zack was supposed to be the most like me but of course, I never believed in such a concept, making him unique like everything else.
Chuckling again, he put a hand on my shoulder and smiled, stammering slightly as he spoke to me. "W-well! Uh, nice to finally see you I suppose..."
I smiled, mimicking his hand motion to the shoulder, grabbing it slightly. "You too man, er, canine... you too..."
After patting his shoulder for a second, I looked at the next figure beside him. She was someone that I had recently created and was quite surprised to actually see her there. In white cooking garb meddled up with splotches of food, the female otter blushed slightly as I looked her up and down, her feet twisting a bit below her. Her fur was a dark brown all around her backside and only her belly showed the bit of white on her, her eyes a deep green. Her rack wasn't the biggest, but it was acceptable for my taste, a large B cup, indicating she was a bit younger. If that didn't indicate anything though, her voice was nicely pitched too, coming out a bit shaky as I looked at her short body.
"Uh... hello Creator... Uhm...I-I hope you like the food I made... I uhm..." She was surprised when I laughed a bit, making the otter blush more and hide her face with the heels of her hands. I put my palms on her shoulders and smiled, looking down at her.
"So shy yet honest, Rosemary... Exactly how I made you to be, beautiful, just like your dishes..." With this compliment Rosemary turned a deeper red and eventually couldn't even look in my direction, turning around and fidgeting a bit. Chuckling, I let her be, knowing that she would come around after a bit of me being at this party.
The last of my creations was one I did not expect however. He was a Prince of all things and yet somehow I had found him in the middle of a suburban neighborhood... What would be the chances? However, all wondering aside, I smiled and bowed slightly as I recognized probably my most wealthy creation of the lot.
The black proud wolf however only chuckled and bowed in return, much to my surprise. "Sir, you created me; Prince Alphonse Martangyzk Lupins. I think that you of all people should be bowed to and praised upon, for who could have come up with someone like me or any of us here?" We both laughed, sharing the good mood together.
The Prince was dressed up in a tux of black on black with black fur, making him look startling dark, except for the red rose on his chest. Honestly, he looked more like James Bond than a Prince at the moment but he stood with a regal and proud nature, something I knew would identify him from most others. It was more than likely him who bought this large house and him that invited me here. So for the time being, there wasn't much to say to my Creations except to admire them, at least for a bit.
Of course, a bit in Kyrna's mind was much too long and she soon rolled her eyes, sighing loudly as she crossed her arms. "Alright alright, the reunion is done with so if you don't mind, let's have some food, pleaseeee?" I laughed, nodding my head, resulting in three loud cheers of excitement and one softer and more nervous cheer.
Rosemary sighed and followed us out of the kitchen and to the buffet table. I noticed an unease in her demeanor and slowed down to her, wrapping an arm around her frame. Immediately, her face gained a lot of red and her body turned rigid. Chuckling and smiling and shook her a little. "Relax Rosemary. You're cooking is fantastic and there is no need to impress me..." I winked at her. "You already have."
Immediately she looked up at me but I was already gone, going over to the table to get my fair share of buffalo wings before Zack ate them all. I knew she would melt like butter in my hands; I made her that way! Knowing that if I played my cards right, I could easily make this the most memorable night of my lifetime! And as you probably have guessed, things began to get very... intimate.