Haunting Mystery | By : cherylgebo Category: +S through Z > Scooby Doo Views: 1504 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Scooby Doo or Scooby Doo and Kiss: Rock and Roll Mystery. I am not making any money from either show and movie. This is fiction, I have never met or personally know the real life rock band KISS. |
Hissing and growling, Catman went nuts, trying to find an escape route out of the death smelling basement. He scratched the walls, yowling. Geisha and Wavestorm tried to pull him back, but the drummer was stronger than what he should have been. In the background, Daphnee was looking over something she had found, a piece of cloth, and a black smudge on the wall. She looked closely, noticing how it could wipe off the wall, and felt...greasy? She then realized something, looking at the three other ones in the room, realizing what all the black on their faces were. Grease sticks.
"Hey, guys...line up and face me."
It took her a bit, but once Daphnee had them lined up and facing her, she could see not a single one had their makeup smudged. Just out of curiosity, the redhead reached up, putting her thumb against Catman's painted on thick whiskers, and rubbed up to his cheekbone, creating a streak of black. Once she was able to recreate a smudge, she double checked.
"...This is weird. There is black grease stick paint over on that wall, but none of you have it...well...Catman does NOW, but none of you seemed to have done it. Do you keep your makeup on hand?"
"Only during concerts." Geisha offered, "When it's hot out they have to reapply the white, but usually the rest is fine unless it's extremely hot out."
Wavestorm looked at her younger sister, "That's weird...Samurai was missing hers before the concert."
"What?" Catman asked, turning his head to his sister in law.
"I overheard Demon pointing out that hers was missing, so he lent her his. Course we all use brushes, we don't just throw it on. Cept Starchild."
"I suppose he finds it easier to just slap it on and fix up the rougher edges." Catman offered.
"So then this smudge on the wall," Daphne smiled, "Is a clue!"
The Demon continued to try and find a door that led downstairs. There had to be one. The more he moved, deeper into the massive building, the more he felt the urge to let his fire go. He noticed the two behind him were keeping their distances, and it annoyed him.
"Would you two hurry the hell up already!?" He barked out to them, making them run up.
"S-S-S-Sorry Mr. Demon Sir!" Shaggy stuttered out.
Blowing smoke out of his mouth, Demon turned, annoyed as he continued on. He noticed how it got colder and colder as they delved into the place, but upon turning a corner, something caught his eye.
"Like, isn't that Mr. Catman's collar?"
Demon reached up, plucking fur off the wall, causing it to slide to the back then side.
"...No...it's part of the costume itself. First Samurai's grease stick...now Catman's costume...no wonder he put on the Love Gun outfit."
With the ideas in mind, Scooby shuffled up.
"Clue!" He said, smiling.
Demon looked down at him, then at the opening in the wall before walking through, newly determined to find his friend.
Scouring the walls, the four tried to find a way out, now knowing there had to be a way out. Pressing, knocking, and even trying to find hidden levers. There had to be something, something just had to give!
Wavestorm pressed her hand against a block, sinking her arm deep into the wall and crying out, "SON OF A-"
"Don't finish that!" Both Catman and Geisha yelled out, four red lines appearing on their heads, knowing full well what would come out of that mouth.
She only shrugged but pointed out the hole that her arm went through. They peered through, hoping this would lead them out, and not into another dead body. Catman sniffed, unable to smell the horrid stench of death.
"I think we can go through that if we make a big enough hole..." Catman said before he started yanking stones out as fast as he could.
The girls started to chip in, finally making a massive size hole in the wall. They peered through, and one by one went through.
Starchild stuck his head through, looking for another hallway. The entrance that Guardian had found surprised him enough that even Fred was in shock that it wasn't him for one that found a clue. They had been following the halls when Fred realized he could hear something, and picked up a nearby rock.
"What are you doing?!" Guardian and Starchild asked at the same time.
"I hear something. It's probably the person in a mask."
"Mask..."
As the noises grew closer, Fred tensed up, ready to knock out the first thing to cross the threshold. Just a little too late for Starchild and Guardian to stop him, Fred brought the rock down just hard enough on the persons head.
"MROW!"
"Oh-oh my god! I'm so sorry!"
"Fred!" Daphne shrieked, glaring at him, "How could you hit Catman!?"
"I-I didn't know! It thought he was the person behind all this!"
"FRED!"
Catman hunched over on the floor, holding his now pounding head with Geisha at his side, trying to help him up. Wavestorm jumped over and hauled off, landing a good punch to Fred's eye.
"Don't say that's a moon now you son of a-"
"WAVE!"
She growled as Starchild quickly stepped in.
"Hey...I heard something."
"You too?"
Velma nodded, looking up at Spaceman who nodded back. They leaned against the walls, trying to find where the noise was coming from. Could they hear...arguing? Quickly running to see what it was, they were surprised by their find.
"Ok, so now that Demon's group is here..."
The large group looked around at each other, putting together all the clues they had gathered up.
"So there's a chance there's a murderer in the venue. But why would your costumes and makeup go missing?" Daphne asked.
"Our makeup is waterproof. Especially the clown white." Starchild explained, looking to his left at the rest of his bandmates, "Not to mention, it's rather good, if we meet again, and we're not in costume and makeup, there is a very high chance none of you, including you little lady, would recognize us."
"For instance."
Shaggy looked over his shoulder at a woman, one who he swore he never saw and yelped, jumping up.
"I-IS THAT THE MURDERER?!" He yelled out.
"You asshole! I'm Samurai!"
Velma peered closely at the woman, realizing that Starchild was right.
"That's why we wouldn't recognize you, not only does she look so much different, but, if I may say so-"
"I appear my age, which I'm nowhere near yours. I'm middle age here."
"So uh...how are you gonna put that back on?"
"We're not."
"We're?"
The sisters popped their heads around the corner, trying to see if they couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. Now that they knew there was a path of underground tunnels, the group broke into groups of three, each taking a separate route. KISS one route, the girls another, and the gang another.
"Sure this may be a way out?"
"If not, it may lead us to the person's lair or room or whatever."
"Hopefully the Gang just up and leaves...they are annoying."
"Samurai..."
"What?"
She looked down to see her three sisters staring up at her, none very impressed.
"I do not-"
"Demon, just...dont' even finish that."
Demon pulled a face at Starchild, who glared at him. Catman and Spaceman looked over their shoulder momentarily, actually feeling like themselves, as the other two were.
"It's weird, are anyone else's powers acting up anymore?"
"Not at all. Even Eric isn't having fits no more."
"...ass."
"L-Like...what if we run into that killer?! Or worse...the g-g-g-g-ghost!"
"Oh Shaggy..."
"Guys, come on, it's fine! Besides, we're in only 3 groups, not broken apart in many."
"I would prefer we be in none, to be honest. We won't find a single thing."
Finding a door, Daphne pushed it open.
"Come on, there must...be...something...oh my."
"Jinkies!"
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