Fanon:BNCW Murder Mystery

Protologue
Monday, 12:32 AM, 20 Hours and 58 Minutes before the incident

Samuel’s POV

''Twas the night before Halloween, the children were laughing, parents worrying, all of the decorations didn’t seem to only scare the children, but also the parents and seniors. I wouldn’t blame the bystanders either, as animal intestines do not set the mood of Halloween very well. This house, or mansion, now that I’ve taken a good look at it doesn’t seem to be entirely friendly to outsiders. Isn’t the point of Halloween to attract trick-or-treaters? Perhaps not, for these individuals. These people were plotting. Plotting this, and planning that. What could they possibly be planning for that requires so much preparation? As I was thinking about that point, I heard a voice. A few voices, actually. Most of them sounded soft, two of them might even be a girl. However, there was one voice that stood out to me. One very, very deep voice.''

“Well, the first part is done.” came the deep voice, also tracing behind roughness and the tiniest bit of tiredness from his voice.

“They’re all going to the party?” This time, it was a girl’s voice.

“Yes, and hopefully all of them come.”

“Do you think my knife is sharp enough to kill them in one stab?” Another voice, sounding oddly funny and creepy 

''“Don’t be silly, knives are out-dated,” the girl’s voice came back again. “Use these instead.” I could have sworn that I heard someone cocking a pistol.''

“Aww, but you all know what I can do with knives-”

''“Not now, NateMaximusNapoleonWright1231. Jesus Christ, why is your code name that long?” came another voice. “We’ll need all of the materials we can get, hey Alt Master, do you have profiles on the subjects? We’ll need them in order to imitate-” ''

CRACK!

Oh no, I stepped on a branch...

“Do you hear that?”

“Somebody’s eavesdropping us”

“I can get my hands dirty tonight!”

BOOM

Monday, 8:46 AM, 11 Hours and 44 Minutes before the incident

Samuel’s POV

“Ouch, that hurt.” Samuel moaned, rubbing his gluteus as he remembered that strange dream. He just realized that a new Big Nate arc was coming, since it was Monday when a sudden jolt of fear went through him, and he dashed to check his mail. His fear worsened, as he found an invitation to a Halloween party, from Roderick. He knew that it wasn’t Roderick plotting the murders, as his voice was very different from that Alt Master who was plotting the murder. Panic struck him again as he found another letter, this time, written from an unknown person.

I know that you know your friends’ fate. I also know something no one else knows, something that you fear that it will be revealed, because the consequences are beyond death. If you wish for that to remain silent, then you must follow these demands. I will be taking a close eye on you, Samuel.
 * 1) You must attend the party Roderick invited you to.
 * 2) You must not speak or tell anyone about what you saw last night.
 * 3) You must not defend yourself if you are suspected.
 * 4) You must keep everything to yourself, and sometimes, me.

Signed, Anonymous.

At that moment, Samuel realized something. He is being forced to be a bystander. He is silenced.

Chapter 1 | The Invitation
Monday, 9:02 AM, 11 Hours and 28 Minutes before the incident.

Third Person

On the day of Halloween, nearly everyone woke up early in order to prepare for the holiday, except for Preston, who has the ability to sleep in on weekdays, but wake up early on weekends. Luckily for him, he manages to wake up in between early and late today.

“Ah what time is it?” Preston thought as he took an enormous yawn. “9:02 AM? I still have an hour until my schedule begins. Well, I guess I can’t go back to sleep now… Might as well check the post.” He got up, dressed into his bright yellow hoodie that resembled a pikachu, and walked outside. He forgot how bright the sun was these days. The post came with the usual boring stuff, bills and taxes, nearly half a dozen letters from his parents, but there was also this one odd envelope that stood out from the others. When Preston opened it, he found an invitation to a Halloween party from Roderick, an mid-aged and professional man living in the neighborhood. Preston disliked Roderick as he took everything extremely serious, and he remembered that it was only last summer that Roderick’s house was egged because he nearly killed the children by hiring an actual hitman to dress as a murderer. Still, the party does seem interesting, so hopefully Roderick has lightened up on the seriousness since then.

“Morning Preston!” Fenrir yelled tiredly, checking the mail and trying to contain his dog at the same time. Fenrir was one of the people who lived near Preston, but he hates being called Fenrir, so others call him Fen. “Ouch, no, stop Cross, don’t bite the envelopes-” Preston tried not to laugh, but when Cross, Fen’s “obedient” Samoyed took off with Fen’s invitation to Roderick’s party, and half a dozen other letters, Preston let out a great “Ha!” before he realised what his mouth had done.

“Sorry,” Preston wheezed obnoxiously, “That just never gets old.” Fen ignored Preston. Preston walked up to Fen

“Hey looks like I got invited to this party thingy” Fen said, managing to grab all of his envelopes and staring at Roderick’s envelope, now torn revealing its contents.

“Yeah, me too.” Preston responded, now intrigued. “Did everyone in this neighborhood get one or just us.”

“Only this street.” a voice came behind Preston. “I just checked with Jacob and the others.” The voice belonged to Suyash, who looked casual yet acted like an unusual person.

“Oh, good morning Suyash!” Fen said, brightly “So everyone in this street got it? Even Samuel the Psychic?”

“Yeah, although he didn’t look too easy when he was looking at his invitation,” Suyash frowned, as he imitated Samuel’s shock. “It was worse when he looked at his other letter.”

“Probably because his rent is due again or something” Preston sniggered, “Anyways, today’s Monday, that means the club is open today!”

“Oh boy, Roderick and Pat can keep entertaining us about who should be the successor of the club,” Fen said, laughing. “Cmon, I haven’t got breakfast yet, I bet the buffet still has some good stuff left!”

The three friends laughed, as they joked and remarked until the night which might result in their doom.