Novelist, this is so amazing! I always look forward to a new one coming out. And the fact that it's a humanoid or hybrid... it seems an AE or CAPTCHA is to blame... 

Good bye Joss.

*Sends off spirit* 

Vixtion says "funh". Yes, Vixtion, is it fun! Until someone gets-

MURDERED!

I have made my list but I know that I am not the murderer because The Novelist said that the murderer picked my pocket to get my knife and I can't pick my own pocket so I know I am not the murderer. So I will get killed. GULP. 

Anyway, no offense Aquina but I think that Pelllucid is the murderer. I think that, though but I don't know so...

Oh thanks! :)

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Day 7 ~ "And when you turned the chair around, all you saw was Joss's body?" I asked Aquina W.

She wiped her nose with a tissue. "Ye-yes."

It was morning already, and all the CBers were investigating another death.

Puck shook her head. "First Jarvis, then Mirax, then Grace, and now Joss!"

"Terrible. Who would want to kill us?" said Joan.

"Lots of people," said Elvina.

"I-I need to go take a swim," stuttered Aquina, apparently shook up. "Didn't I see a pool somewhere?"

"Oh yeah," I said, ignoring the others' surprised and jealous faces, "it's behind the bounce house."

"O-okay, thanks." 

"Wait," said Emerald, "shoudn't we go with you? In case the murderer shows up?"

She raised an eyebrow. "You can't be serious . . ."

The bunny slunk back. "Nevermind." 

Aquina shrugged and exited the mansion and went around to the back. 

"Well, then," I said, typing some notes on my iPad. "Now what?"

"Look for the killer? Save ourselves by trying to find a way outta this place?" suggested Amber.

"Right," replied Phantom N.

So, we cautiously ventured from the bouncey buidling and start searching the park again.

--- 

"Hey," said Pellucid, "while we're here, why don't we just have some fun and search for the murderer at the same time?"

The others stared at him as if she were crazy.

She shrugged. "Just a thought."

"Oh," said Leafmist, pointing at a straw hut, "how about going into the petting zoo?"

The Novelist nodded. "Oh that'd be good. It's been awhile since I checked on the animals."

We all turned right and walked into a musky, dusty hut. The floor was dirt and thee walls were round and made from thick logs, but it wasn't just filled with goats. It was almost like an entire zoo.

"What can I say?" I said, watching as the others stared at the glass cages. "I like animals." 

As they wandered around and coughed a few times, I went on. "Here, there's all kinds of fish and amphibians and reptiles . . ."

As my gaze turned to an enclosure, I gasped. "Where's the anaconda?!"

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Meanwhile, Aquina was taking a relaxing dip in the swimming pool. She was an Atlantean, so she could swim as graceful as a dolphin. Not to mention she could also breathe underwater. 

She sighed contently as she started to forget about all the murder. Wingnut, her fishy AE, was also enjoying himself.

But then, silently and stealthily like the killer themself, a scaly reptile slithered in her direction. It was a green anaconda, known to be the largest snake in the world. Also known for its way of constricting prey to death. Also known for its agility on both land and water.

Finally, the snake, somehow controlled by the killer, got into the pool, still silently slithering. Wingnut noticed it first.

"Tasp!" he cried.

"There's a snake in the pool--" started Aquina, "AHHHH!"

The creature wrapped its thick, long body around her and squeezed. And squeezed harder.

When it was done with its task, it slithered away.

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R.I.W Rest in water, Aquina. 

Day 8 ~ "Thiis is very ironic," said Pellucid, looking down at the body floating in the water. "She was an Atlanean, who lived in water and breathed it. And then she died in it."

"Yes," agreed Elvina. "But the question is, how could she drown?"

Amber bent down and touched her body. "She didn't drown. As I can tell, there are severe lacerations around her waist."

"What are--" Owlgirl started.

"Cuts. Indentations," The Novelist explained.

"Oh."

"Wait a sec," said Leafmist, "I think I know how the murderer killed her. On the panel in the petting zoo, it talked all about the green anaconda, and you know, it escaped!"

"Oh my gosh!" exclaimed Poetic Panda. "She was constricted to death!"

The killer smiled.

"Pellucid," said Emerald, "you don't seem very sad about this."

The glass AE shrugged. "Do you understand how glass is like ice?" 

The bunny rolled her eyes at the statement.

"I think," offered Puck, "to get our mind off this horrible death, we need to have some fun. What about those roller coasters that are supposed to make us barf?"

"Puck, this is no time for having fun!" scolded Joan.

I sighed. I knew how forceful AE's could be. "Don't worry. We can go on some if y'all like."

"But-but they're giant ROLLER COASTERS!" screamed Shadow Dragon. "WE COULD DIE!!!"

Suddenly, the room became totally silent, except the awkward sound of crickets.

"Nah," said Puck, "we won't die on those."

Oh, how wrong she was. 

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"Wooo!" exclaimed Puck. "This thing is awesome!"

She jumped up and down at the giant roller coaster. It was like no other, we ginat loops that made you go upside down and all around. There were dozens of twists and turns, and each car was painted a bright red with orange flames.

"Oh yes!" She gave a ticket to the runner and jumped in.

"Fine," groaned Joan. "I'll go. Just to keep an eye on her."

"Me, too," said Emerald. Before she stepped on, she took a few nausea pills.

The rest of the CBers stayed on the ground, worried and concerned about the risky machine.

They buckled their seatbelts, and there was a loud countdown. Then cars suddenly took off. They slowly climbed up a tower that was exactly vertical, and the kids were amazed at how they didn't fall off. Flashing lights lined it, like a tunnel.

It was so high up, it almost touched the clouds. But once they got to the top, something strange happened. The cars stopped abrutly, and they wondered if they were stuck. 

"That's weird," said Emerald. "Wonder what's--WHOA!" The car they were in started tipping off the track.

"Oh no!" I yelled from below. "Someone must've unscrewed the screws to make the track loose and wobbly!"

"I knew those thing would kill you!" excalimed Shadow Dragon.

I pointed at them. "Owlgirl, Shadow! You have to fly up there and save them!"

They nodded and obeyed my orders, but Leafmist gasped. "But there's three of them up there!"

"Who else can fly?" My eyes darted at the remaining CBers, who just shrugged. I groaned.

---

Way up in the sky, Owlgirl and Shadow Dragon hovered over the tipping car. "It's about to fall!"

"Grab onto my ankles!" said Owlgirl.

Joan grabbed on.

"Whoa you're heavy!" she said, trying to keep her balance and not fall to the floor.

Emerald hopped up and caught Shadow Dragon's legs with her paws.

"PUCK!" screamed Joan desperately, as the car was now half way off the track. "GRAB ONTO MY ANKLE!"

"I don't think I can do it," whispered Owlgirl, straining under the weight.

"WE HAVE TO TRY!"

Puck held her breath and jumped up, but like something in slow-motion, the roller coaster car fell off the ride right as she did. Her hand was just inches away from her counterpart's ankles as she fell all the way to the ground, making a loud thud.

R.O.R. Puck, Rest on roller coasters. 

NO!!!!! PUCK!!!!! *Sob* 

Puck's Ghost: *tries to comfort Joan* It's alright Joan, I'm fine... just be glad it wasn't you who died.. yet. Actually, this place for Ghosts isn't that bad. There is at least 4 other ghosts I can prank! 

Joan: *Sniff* I know, it's just, I feel a special connection to you, even though your my insane counterpart.

Puck's Ghost: Aaaww, that's the nicest thing you've said to me Joan! Thanks, you're making me cry now!

Joan: Wait, Ghosts cry?

Puck's Ghost: *Shrugs* 

Joan: ANYWAYS... @Owlgirl, sorry I was so heavy, I always wear my armor everywhere I go! And, I could probably stop eating to much croissants... :)

@Novelist: You are really good at writing these murderers! I love reading this, keep going!  

Thank you all so much! I thought Amber might be the kind of person who knows some big words.

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Day 9 ~ "Well," said Mrs. Elton, "we are here to gather . . ." She sniffed. ". . . to be gathered and remember our dear companions."

All the CBers who had lost someone were sitting cross-legged in a circle, with a giant box of tissues in the middle. Half of the tissues were already gone.

"Oh Puck . . . ," wheezed Joan sadly, as she stared at her purple prank bag and diary. 

Pellucid just shook her head sadly. 

"Oh no Graaace," sighed Owlgirl loudly, as Minca sadly sat on her shoulder, cuddling a Tigger stuffed animal.

"Jarvis!" Emerald blew her nose loudly on a tissue. "You saved us from a bomb!"

Mrs. Elton sighed. "And we still haven't found Mirax."

I bent my head down low. Suddenly, a buzz and then a voice could be heard from my waist. I looked down and whipped out my walkie-talkie, which I had hidden from view.

"Yeah, what is it, number two?"

"Uh, Novelist," the man said over the speaker, "you better get down to the construction site right right now. We found something." 

My eyes grew wide.  "Guys! We have to get to the construction site, ASAP! I think something'ss going on there!"

They gasped and wadded up their tissues, and threw them in the trashcan, most of them missing. "What could it be?"

I shrugged. "Not sure, but I have big feeling about this."

They all raced out of the bounce house and to the dusty workplace. 

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Once they got there, it looked different than last time. There were giant holes everywhere, and dirt was splattered upon the bulldozers. A tall man hopped out from one of them and eyed the kids suspiciously.

"Eh, I ain't surprised." He shook his head and ushered them to an especially large, deep hole. They peered down. It was dark and black as a star that had collapsed in on itself, letting nothing, not even gravity nor light, escape from its deadly bonds.

"Well?" the Novelist asked. "What's down there?"

"That's what's down there." He clicked on a flashlight and shone it straight down. The beam landed on a body.

Mrs. E gasped. "Mirax T.!"

"Whoa!" I exclaimed. "Get some ropes! We have to get down there!"

The man turned and threw down a long, fat rope into the deep abyss, then tied it to a pole. Like rock climbers, we carefully scooted down, in just one row. 

"G-guys," sniffed Leafmist, her eyes becoming watery, "t-this dust is thrashing up my allergies--AAACHOOOOOOO."

Suddenly, after she let out the loud sneeze, her hands loosened their grip and she went flying down the rope, pushung down the other kids as she went.

"AGHH!!!"

They landed with a plop on the floor of the hole, stuck in a big pile.

"C-can't breath--" coughed Elvina, who was at the bottom.

We all got off of each other and came close to Mirax's body. 

"It's her alright," I said sadly, shining a flashlight on her.

"Hey--" said Poetic Panda, pointing at something. "What's that up ahead? It looks like some kinds tunnel!"

The murderer's hideout! was the same thing that went throught the CBers' minds. 

We ran towards several wooden beams, but it was just a dead end.

"Awww."

But there was a loud whoosh, and a giant, swirling blue portal popped up.

"It's the same one that the bus went through!" exclaimed Amber. "It's another one that can take us through dimensions!"

"We have to run through it!" I said. "We have to leave this place now!"

"But we still don't know who the murderer is," argued Pellucid. "We can't let them get away!"

Why not? asked the killer.

I cringed. "She's right. We can't let this injustice go unjusticed!"

They stared at me for a few seconds then nodded vigorously. 

"Back to the top!" I ordered, taking hold of the rope again.

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When we got back to the surface, Owlgirl suddenly smiled. "Hey! Nobody died! And that was a perfect place to kill someone! Maybe the murderer has gotten bored and stopped!"

"I doubt it," said Leafmist.

"I think we should celebrate!" she replied, ignoring Leaf's comment. 

"I think," said Amber, "that playing som arcade games would be very nice and stress-relieving."

As the sun set, dipping down past the. horizon, the kids hurried towards a cluster of small stations.

They paid some coins, and they temporarily forgot about their discoveries. They laughed and joked around while they threw darts at balloons and shot water and ducks and other fun games.

Finally, when night fell, nobody, amazingly, was hurt or missing or dead.

"YEEESSS!!!" screamed Owlgirl, running all over the place as we walked back to the bounce house. "WEEE HAVE SURVIVED!!!"

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Maybe . . .