Fanon:The Wiki Mansion

Hi, everyone! I decided to write my own "What if the Wiki Users Met Up?" Enjoy.

Chapter 1
I walked down the cement sidewalk of the dark neighborhood. My flight to Toronto had been delayed four hours, and the sun was already setting by the time I arrived. “101 Cynic Drive,” I kept muttering to myself, making sure that I didn’t walk past the house by accident. After more walking, I eventually found the correct street. 101 Cynic Drive was the second house on the right.

I walked up the rough driveway towards an impressive mansion, noticing that the lights were on the inside. Before I could knock on the door, a puny, Indian-looking kid answered the door.

“Henry Hudson?! Is that you? Guys, Henry is here!” I didn’t need an introduction to figure out who he was—ItsP-dog. I walked inside the mansion into a vast lounge.

“Hi, Henry,” greeted an Asian kid a bit shorter than me. “I’m ToPhu, the host of this ‘meeting.’” I waved to him shyly.

“Who else is here?” I inquired. The living room alone was gargantuan, and there was fancy china everywhere. “Dang, ToPhu, I didn’t know you were rich.” ToPhu chuckled nervously and looked around strangely; it creeped me out.

“Zach, Spyroclub, Swasimcool, P-dog, Moon Man…” he started. I was happy; they were all users that I liked. “Pig Lover…” I groaned under my breath. I tried to think of a witty saying, but my mind went blank. “Anyways, Henry, you can share a room with either P-dog or Pig Lover. All of the other bedrooms are taken. I immediately ran upstairs to look for P-dog’s room. The long hallways were filled with antique furniture and pottery. The old-fashioned wallpaper and rugs gave the house a very rustic feel. As I was admiring a really smooth vase, a booming voice scared the living daylights out of me.

“Hi!” shouted the voice. I fell as I turned around—a short kid was standing there with a Rubik’s Cube T-shirt. “I’m Spyroclub.” I stood up and patted my pants; the floor extremely dusty as if nobody had cleaned the hall for years.

“Goodness, you scared me. You’re Spyroclub, I presume?” He nodded enthusiastically.

“Are you going to be sleeping in P-dog’s room? I heard only Pig Lover, and P-dog’s rooms were available.”

“Yes, obviously,” I scoffed.

“Cool! We’re going to be in adjacent rooms! P-dog’s room is right over here!” He showed me to P-dog’s room, which was at the very end of the hall. The walls were already covered by giant sports posters, and the air already reeked of sweaty socks.

“Hey, doesn’t anything seem off to you about this house? I mean, I never pictured ToPhu as a rich guy that lived in a mansion. Also, why is everything so dirty?” I wiped the wall with my finger, which covered it in grey dust.

“I don’t know. But it’s cool, right? I’ve never stayed in such an enormous place before!” Suddenly, the doorbell screeched loudly. Both Spyroclub and I covered our ears. “This house is probably ancient. Anyways, we should see who it is!” We both ran down the long hall and down the dusty, wooden stairs. Several people were already gathered around the door, chattering loudly. I pushed through them to see who it was, but I couldn’t tell.

“Why are you wearing a mask?” asked a tall kid with a deep voice. I looked over his shoulder, and indeed, the kid was wearing a mask.

“Um, hi, I’m Henry Hudson,” I greeted. “Why are you wearing a mask? The pandemic ended a few months ago.” As I finished my sentence, I realized who he was.

“I’m ComicRater,” he said from under his mask. “Aren’t you guys concerned about personal privacy? I’m not revealing my—” Before he could finish, P-dog had come over and ripped his mask off.

“Dude, we’re meeting in real life,” said another tall kid with a baseball cap on. “You can show your face, it’s not like there any pedophiles here, Rater.” I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Welcome, ComicRater,” said ToPhu over the crowd. “I’m ToPhu, the host! You’ll be sharing a room with Pig Lover!”

“Oh great,” I heard him whisper to himself. He slumped up the wooden staircase.

“Rater!” shouted ToPhu. “When you’re done unpacking, come downstairs! I ordered some pizza!” I assumed that ComicRater was the last person to arrive. It felt good that I wasn’t the last one. I went over to the dining room and sat down in a large, wooden chair. The dining table was the size of a redwood tree, it was huge! I looked out the window and saw the pizza delivery man pull up the driveway. I plugged my ears before he could ring the screeching doorbell. ToPhu answered the door and paid the delivery man. He came back to the dining room with a stack of pizza boxes. “Enjoy!” I took three slices of pepperoni pizza and sat down. P-dog sat down next to me.”

“I can’t believe Pig Lover is here! Like, who would invite him!” I nodded in agreement as I munched on a piece of pepperoni. I saw a blond kid with glasses give us a dirty look. He stood up.

“Look, ToPhu invited me, so I came! If you guys have a problem with that, then leave! According to Canadian law…” He droned on and on. I almost lost my appetite, hearing his never-ending rant.

“Oh great, the pig runs wild,” P-dog whispered to me. I chuckled as I tried to ignore PL. He finally stopped talking after I finished my last slice. “Any dessert?” asked P-dog loudly. I looked over at his plate; there were at least five uneaten pizza crusts. I was surprised how much a skinny kid like P-dog could eat.

“There isn’t any dessert, sorry,” said ToPhu. “But, instead of dessert, we should try to get to know each other,” he said. “Let’s take turns, introducing ourselves. I’m ToPhu, I’m from Canada, and I like tofu. Who’s next?” I raised my hand. “Yes, Henry?” He pointed at me like a kindergarten teacher would.

“Hi, everybody, I’m Henry Hudson,” I started. “Why are we in such an old mansion? It’s so dusty as if nobody’s been here for centuries.” With my napkin, I wiped a vase on the dining table to prove my point.

“I’m still trying to eat, Henry,” hissed Spyroclub. As he finished, another Indian kid came down who was much taller than P-dog.

“Oooh! Pizza! Don’t mind if I do!” Everyone blankly stared at him as he began to eat.

“Dinner was almost an hour ago, where were you?” asked Pig Lover.

“I tend to eat late,” responded the kid with a mouthful of cheese pizza. “I’m Swasimcool, by the way.”

“Hi, Swayam. Anyways, let’s continue by introducing ourselves. Who’s next?” The kid with the baseball cap raised his hand.

“I’m Bignatebaseball, everyone, hi.”

“Hi, everyone,” said the tall kid with a deep voice. I’m ZachOWott.”

“Did you bring Jimmy?” asked several people at once. They began bombarding Zach with questions about his cat. Eventually, everyone went upstairs into their rooms. I decided to explore the house a bit. There were a lot of empty places around the house, all filled with cobwebs. It was almost as if the house was haunted…

Chapter 2
“Hey, Henry,” said P-dog as he flexed his muscles in front of the mirror.

“What,” I responded. My voice was muffled by the shirt I was holding on my nose. The smell was unbearable; how could someone turn a room so malodorous in one day?!

“Have you noticed that we haven’t seen ComicsCreatorz anywhere? He must not exist! This is great proof!” I finally decided to look at the muscular baby-child. He was right! We hadn’t seen ComicsCreatorz anywhere. P-dog and I looked at each other sinisterly. He put on his T-shirt, and we both bolted to the room next to ours.

“Ah, ha! Where is ComicsCreatorz? Oh, right, he doesn’t exist!” I mocked. P-dog laughed with me.

“He actually did come. Stop jumping to conclusions,” retorted Pig Lover. ComicRater rolled his eyes and put his pillow over his head.

“Where is he? Neither P-dog nor I have seen him!” I said while pretending to look for him.

“I actually don’t know. We were actually the first ones to arrive, but then ComicsCreatorz suddenly disappeared.”

“Yeah, right,” chuckled P-dog. “How come you’re sharing a room with ComicRater, then?

“My brother’s sharing a room with Moon Man. Ask him if you want. You can also ask ToPhu; he saw him earlier.” P-dog and I both laughed hysterically.

“Alright, we will.” We both walked out of the room, laughing. “Oh, what happened now? Was he kidnapped? Duh!” I mocked. We found Moon Man’s room, which was at the other end of the hall.

“Hey, Moon Man,” I said, knocking on the doors.

“Hi! Come in!” We both stepped into the room. Sure enough, he was alone.

“Where’s your roommate?” I asked. I tried to hold in my laugh.

“ComicsCreatorz?” he started; my smile fell off my face. “I don’t know, actually. He disappeared around two hours before lunch.”

“Lies!” shouted P-dog. I just noticed how smelly his breath was. “I was here three hours before lunch! How come I didn’t see him?”

“He went exploring around the house, P-dog. It’s a freaking mansion, it would make sense that he got lost.”

“Lost for five hours?” I snickered. “Oh wait, I think I know where he is! He’s inside Pig Lover’s body! Oh wait, he is Pig Lover!” P-dog and I started cracking up. “You’re a riot, Moon Man!” We bumped into ToPhu as we went back into the dark hallway.

“Hey, ToPhu, did you hear Pig Lover’s new excuse about ComicsCreatorz? It’s so stupid!” chuckled P-dog.

“What excuse? I saw him this afternoon.” Again, the smile was wiped right off of my face. “I’m not sure where he went, though. I was actually just about to see if he returned to his room.” Now, if ToPhu said that ComicsCreatorz is real, then he’s probably real. Neither P-dog nor I said anything as we slumped back into our room. I was so bummed that I didn’t even notice the stench.

“Do you think Pig Lover bribed ToPhu to say that?” asked P-dog optimistically. I shook my head in dismay. I changed into my pajamas and lay in my sleeping bed. “It’s only 8 o’clock,” said P-dog. I looked around the room, but I couldn’t find a clock. I slumped into the hallway and saw the grandfather clock. Indeed, it was only 8 o’clock.

“Alright, what do you want to do?” I groaned as I walked back into the room.

“We should watch a movie.” P-dog took out his phone and opened Netflix. I was exhausted, so I decided to go along with whatever P-dog chose. We ended up watching The Conjuring for the rest of the long night.

Chapter 3
I woke up to the screeching doorbell. “Ugh, that doorbell is so annoying, right?” I groaned. Nobody responded, and I realized that P-dog had left the room. “He probably went out for a walk or something,” I thought to myself.

Disappointment filled me when I found out that breakfast wasn’t ready. ToPhu had just finished making the pancake mix. “Hey, ToPhu, have you seen P-dog this morning? He wasn’t there when I woke up.”

“No, I haven’t. Have you seen ComicsCreatorz?” I shook my head as I went into the kitchen and started eating a large apple.

“Who was at the door?”

“Christina Reynolds and TheYounglings. Both of their flights were canceled due to bad weather. They’re probably going to have to sleep in the living room; there aren’t any more bedrooms available.”

“Say, about ComicsCreatorz, are you sure that you’re not bluffing me? It seems suspicious that he apparently arrived before me, but he isn’t here now.”

“Henry, I promise that ComicsCreatorz was here. I don’t know where he is! I hope that he’s okay, though.” It still seemed like ToPhu was pulling my leg.

“Guys, have any of you seen Bignatebaseball this morning?” asked Zach as he entered the kitchen. “Oh, Henry, what happened to your face?” I was confused, what happened to my face?

“Goodness, Henry, I didn’t even notice!” exclaimed ToPhu. “Your forehead is swollen. I put my hand to my head, and it hurt. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Sure enough, my forehead was swollen. When I went back to the kitchen, Moon Man and ComicRater were there. Neither of them had seen P-dog nor Bignatebaseball.

“They probably went out for an early morning workout or something,” assured Moon Man. “They are both athletes, after all.”

“What about ComicsCreatorz?” asked Pig Lover. “He hasn’t answered his phone.” He sounded worried. Suddenly, I began to think that ComicsCreatorz wasn’t a hoax after all. Maybe, there was more to the story.

“Moon Man, Henry slept in the same room as P-dog last night. This morning, he has a meatball-sized bruise on his forehead! Coincidence? I think not!” yelled Zach. Spyroclub and Swasimcool came downstairs together; both of them looked worried.

“There’s a bloody handprint on our door!” shouted Swasimcool. Spyroclub nodded nervously. Everyone began to run up the stairs, so I followed them. They were all gathered in Spyroclub’s room; sure enough, there was a bloody handprint on the door.

“Alright, whoever’s doing this has to stop!” yelled ToPhu. “Seriously? A bloody handprint? I doubt this is even real blood!” At that moment, only one possible scenario made sense to me.

“ToPhu, how do we know that you’re not pulling these tricks?” I asked. “After all, you were the one that invited us to this creepy mansion! Is this even your house? It doesn’t seem like it!” Everyone began to take my side. It was the only case that made any sense.

“Guys, look, I’m not doing this, okay?” chuckled ToPhu. He began backing up towards the wall. “Look, we’ll figure this out together!”

“We should call the police,” suggested Pig Lover. ComicRater and Swasimcool seemed to like that idea. I also thought it was a good suggestion. After all, I didn’t come here to get murdered or whatever.

Suddenly, the lights went out. There was only a faint light coming through the window curtains.

“NO!” shouted a deep, booming voice. The lights turned back on. At that moment, everyone panicked. Nobody knew who to trust, and nobody knew what was going on. The only thing I could think about was the voice—it was too deep to be a human voice. Where did it come from? Who did it come from? And most importantly: why didn’t it want us to call the police?

Chapter 4
When I went back downstairs, I had expected the pancakes to be burnt. ToPhu didn’t bother taking them off the gas when he ran upstairs. However, Christina was in the kitchen, finishing breakfast. Besides the pancakes, she also made scrambled eggs and bacon. The food was delicious.

“So, what was going on upstairs?” she asked. TheYounglings, who was sitting across from me, gave me a weird look. I swallowed my eggs before answering the question.

“ComicsCreatorz, Bignatebaseball, and P-dog all went missing. Then, we found a bloody handprint on Swasimcool’s door.”

“And, what about that voice?” I hesitated. I didn’t realize the voice was that loud. If it could have been heard downstairs and upstairs, then the voice couldn’t have come from one of us. I needed to inform everyone else.

“I have to go!” Without waiting for a response, I ran up the stairs. “Thanks for making breakfast, Christina! I hopped up the stairs two at a time until I reached Zach’s room. That’s where everyone was arguing. “Guys!” I shouted. “Christina and TheYounglings were downstairs when we heard the voice. They heard it too! There’s no way that any of us could’ve said it. It must be coming from somewhere else in the house!” Everyone seemed to understand my logic. They stopped arguing and decided to come up with a plan.

“When I was exploring yesterday, I found the third floor!” exclaimed Zach. “It’s mainly for storage, which means it’s perfect for someone to hide in!”

“Yes, someone must be up there!” shouted ComicRater. “We have to go and investigate!”

“But—” I started. “We have to stick together. To make sure that none of us is doing anything, we have to all stay together in one group.” Everyone agreed with my idea. TheYounglings and Christina came upstairs, and we headed towards the staircase.

“Look!” shouted Spyroclub. There were footprints everywhere on the dusty steps.

“I only went up there once, meaning that I only made two sets of footprints. There are way more than two!” We went up the stairs in a single file. ComicRater brought a wooden broom handle that he found for self-defense. Christina brought a stainless-steel skillet from the kitchen. Suddenly, I had a fantastic idea.

“Guys! We should split up into pairs to search around the floor. It’s way too big for us to all stick together.” Everyone liked my idea. “I’ll go with ToPhu.” I trusted ToPhu the least. I had a feeling that this mansion wasn’t even his house; there weren’t any photos of him anywhere. There was an odd number of us, so I had Moon Man join ToPhu and I.

The three of us decided to explore the rooms. I was genuinely scared as I pushed open the first door. After the cloud of dust vanished, I saw that the room was empty. At least, I thought it was empty. Moon Man found a rusty hammer behind the door. ToPhu picked it up and then dropped it. It smelled dreadful.

We went into the next room, which was a bathroom. “The sink’s wet!” exclaimed Moon Man. I touched the faucet, and it was, in fact, wet. The strange thing was the bathroom was the only place in the house without a speck of dust. Besides the rust, the bathroom was immaculate. Suddenly, we heard a screeching scream. ToPhu, Moon Man, and I all ran to find where it came from. Pig Lover was kneeling behind a box, and ComicRater was utterly petrified. I looked over Pig Lover’s shoulder. There, lying on the ground, was a boy that looked like Pig Lover, but older.

It was ComicsCreatorz. He was dead.

Chapter 5
Christina tried to comfort Pig Lover as he cried. I didn’t know what to say; I can’t say what it’s like to lose a brother. ComicsCreatorz head had been smashed, and there was blood everywhere.

“Oh no,” cried Zach as he paced back and forth. “We have to call the police now! Screw the voice! Someone was murdered! We don’t even know if P-dog and Bignatebaseball are alive!”

“Guys, you have to come to take a look at this,” said Moon Man as he came out of a room.

“Not now, Moon Man,” I said.

“Yes, now!” he shouted. Everybody gave him a dirty look. “I get that ComicsCreatorz is dead, but…”

“You didn’t even know him!” roared Pig Lover as he sobbed. “My brother is dead!” TheYounglings went over to the room Moon Man was in to see what was up. I decided to go too. What I saw truly shocked me. On the walls, there was a message written in blood: CALL THE POLICE, AND YOU WILL NEVER SEE BNB AGAIN. Suddenly, this wiki meet-up felt like a horror movie. There was a murderer on the loose, and we couldn’t do anything about it.

“Remember that hammer?” Moon Man whispered to me. I nodded, realizing what Moon Man was trying to tell me. “That was probably the murder weapon; the murderer washed the hammer off in the sink. The scent of brains lingered on the hammer, so that’s why it smelled!”

I looked over, and Zach was on his phone, dialing buttons. “No!” I shouted. I ran over and tackled Zach. “We can’t call the police!”

“Why not?” asked ComicRater. I simply pointed into the room where the message was written. Christina came over to see; she shrieked as soon as she saw it.

“Call the police, and you will never see BNB again,” read Christina as she shook frantically.

“What?” asked Spyroclub.

“The message, it— it’s written in blood!” Spyroclub and Swasimcool paced over to the room. The message on the wall petrified them both.

“We can’t listen to that message! We have to call the police!” exclaimed Zach. “If we don’t, the murderer is going to kill us all! We’re sitting ducks here!”

“I agree with Zach,” said TheYounglings. “I mean, P-dog’s probably already been killed! He wasn’t included in the message!” A chill went down my spine as I realized that TheYounglings was probably right. P-dog wasn’t mentioned on the message, so, was he dead?

“Me too,” sniffed Pig Lover. “That murderer is probably armed; we don’t stand a chance against him.”

“We can’t let Bignatebaseball die!” shouted Swasimcool. Everyone argued over whether or not to call the police. I had no idea whom to side with. On the one hand, I wanted everyone else to live. On the other hand, I didn’t wish for Bignatebaseball to die.

“Guys!” shouted Christina over the quarreling crowd. “GUYS!” Everyone looked at her. “Where’s ToPhu?” We all looked around and realized that he had disappeared.

“He was just with us earlier!” cried Moon Man. At that point, I knew that ToPhu had something to do with the murder. There was no way that the murderer could have picked him off without us noticing. I also knew that there was no way that ToPhu was stupid enough to wander off by himself. I climbed on a dusty box to get everybody’s attention.

“I know that ToPhu had something to do with the murder,” I started. Everyone stared at me, blankly. “ToPhu wouldn’t just wander off; he’s not stupid. Plus, the murderer couldn’t have picked him off without us seeing. I know that he didn’t murder ComicsCreatorz, but what if he’s helping the person who did? What if he invited us all here for somebody else to murder us?”

“But who?” asked Christina.

“Think about those who have disappeared. Bignatebaseball, ComicsCreatorz, and P-dog. Who hates all of them?”

“Super!” shouted several people at once.

“It has to be Super!” exclaimed Spyroclub. “He’s friends with ToPhu! He hates Bignatebaseball, ComicsCreatorz, and P-dog the most…” I stopped listening at that point. Spyroclub was right; it had to be Super. What scared me was that Super was coming for me next. I was going to be murdered next.