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alphashley14 · 1 month ago
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One of Us Special Announcement! 📣
Last night I went into ao3 and uploaded a bunch of fan artworks that some of my lovely readers have done throughout my time writing this fic. (With their permission ofc) Including a few of my own that I had posted on Tumblr but forgotten to put on ao3. So as you read One of Us, you may be occasionally treated to some fanart by some very talented and amazing people!
Here are a few of them. Three of these works are by @nikicherry1234 and the other three are by @spiraleel-blog. And seriously - if you’ve made fanart for One of Us, I cannot thank you enough! Getting all of the pieces together really put it in perspective how loved my cringe fanfic is, and I am deeply moved by all your hard work!
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nebulous-rain · 11 months ago
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HAPPY LATE HOLIDAYS @ruebeary !!!!!!!!!!!!
you want lewis ur gonna GET it babeyyyyy. but i didn't wanna leave everyone else out so i kinda sprinkled them all over :) HOPE U ENJOY !!!
(thank you sm to @msaholidayspirits for hosting !!!)
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perzzuc · 8 months ago
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I question my sanity sometimes- ANYWAYS drew this man since he’s been on my mind recently GFHFHFTGGH
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lauritanaomystery · 1 year ago
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"Fight!" If you are one of those who responds to blows in an unfair act, then you identify with Takeo! Vivi too XD
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There’s a little, well-loved okonomiyaki shop in Tempo. They’re mutual “rivals” (jokingly) with Pepper Paradiso and hype each other up.
It’s one of Vivi’s favorite places to go eating. They have the third best okonomiyaki she’s ever eaten. (An even smaller shop in Kyoto makes the second best. Her dad’s are the top.)
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thatdemiboymess · 2 years ago
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Sorry to the handful of people who actually post about MSA on here for periodically going through your blogs desperately looking for MSA content so I don't lose my mind from the deprivation. I hope my spam liking and reblogging of what new content you have and reblogging all of the MSA content I see doesn't annoy you guys.
I love you MSA fans and I love your fanworks and I love this fandom--
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mysteryideasgroup · 5 months ago
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MSA X TMNT 2003: Ninja Tribunal Chapter 4: Sarah and Laura ask The Fourth/Four Ninja Tribunal about what happened to the Fifth/Five Shredder/They got new Weapons/They fought water monster turtles and brought the First Artifact/First Artifact was Revealed to The Real/True/Demon/Tengu Shredder
Master Splinter is frightened has nightmares and finds out that the TMNT Team and Mystery Teams are alive and well and that they are sleeping. Maisy is fearful of nightmares that her parents were murdered by Tengu Shredder.
They have Family members of Mr. Pepper and Mrs./Ms. Pepper with Three Daughters (Belle Pepper, Cayenne Pepper, Paprika Pepper), Mr. Yukino and Mrs./Ms. Yukino, with Grandma Yukino, Lance Kingsmen. They have Family Members of Roger Minnie and Atta Minnie with Three Daughters (Dorothy (Dorota) Minnie, Esmeralda Minnie, Amy Minnie), Andy Weld, Zoe Weld, Aurora Weld (Andy's Mom), Lando Rivas and Gia Rivas have arrived at Lap of the Gods Location well. They are sleeping.
Master Splinter: What have you gotten yourselves into?
Maisy: Not good... what happened to my Dad and Mom?
- Next Morning -
Sarah and Laura with their Pets and Ruby (Rosebeat) talked to the Four Ninja Tribunal about what happened to the Five Member of the Ninja Tribunal.
Sarah: I noticed 4 Members were currently the last 5 Members. I thought about what happened to the 5 Member? 
Laura: Right, I think it’s Five Member of Shredder? What happened?
Kon: Right, it’s true. We’re not joining 5 Members, we are no longer with 5. We’ve removed him from He has bad Powers called Dark Magic! We have taken him in his casket to separate Two Artifacts from his own. We think Bad People will look for revealed revived Artifacts of Fallen Shredder! Yes, it’s true!
Sarah and Laura with their Pets and Ruby (Rosebeat) are shocked and fearful that listening to the true story
Sarah: Right, we’re going back to TMNT team and Mystery Teams are waiting for us!
Sarah and Laura with their Pets and Ruby (Rosebeat) going back to Teams of TMNT Team and Mystery Teams
- TMNT Team and Mystery Teams are forges -
They have got new weapons
Sarah feels bad that Leo did not get a new weapon, he had kept his weapons
Chikara: Juto-Shisho, the first artifact has been found.
Raph: The one that was stolen?
Kon: The artifact lies on the banks of the Kawachi River, guarded by Kappa Tengu.
Chikara: The Dark One’s demons are poised to claim our prize!
Mikey: Excuse me. Did she say demons?
Sarah: Water Monsters Turtles?
Arthur: (Mind: Water Monsters Turtles? They are Demon Water Turtles?)
Chikara: Right, not good. The Water Monsters Turtles are guarding the first cask artifact.
Juto: The appearance of the fangs is a good omen. Send the urchins.
Kon: Do not return without the cask. [The floats up to the building and the acolytes board her.] For if it falls into the hands of the Dark One’s Heralds, they will be one step closer to resurrecting their master.
Lewis: We won’t fail you.
Sarah: ! (Realize Mind: Who’s Heralds? Wait, it’s right! They tried to reveal revived to resurrect Dark One!?)
Laura: ! (Realize Mind: Oh no! Not good! Better fast gets cask before Bad Teams gets finds revealed!)
Sapphire: Right, better we get the first artifact!
Vivi: We’re going on.
The ship sails away into the sky, leaving the Tribunal and Splinter with Families Members to watch it go. Splinter looks over at the Tribunal, and they turn and walk away. Cut to a flowing waterfall, surrounded by trees. A cask sits atop a boulder around which the water flows. Kappa tengu stalk through the water around the waterfall.
Don: There it is. The stolen artifact.
They see the first artifact guarded by Water Monsters Turtles
Raph: And a whole lot of ugly.
Sarah: I think Water Monsters... Water Demons.
Stephanie: Right, we’re going get the first cask of the artifact.
The acolytes stand in a wooded area next to the river.
Mikey: Come on, Raph, that’s no way to talk about your real family.
Marie: They are Kappa Tengu, River Demons.
Don: I forgot to bone up on demonology before we were shanghaied. Ideas?
Leo: Hit hard.
Bart: Hit fast.
Mikey: I know. Stealth mode. I’ll pull a Hisomi and snatch the cask at ninja speed before Bobo can say banana.
Leo: A fancy set of ‘chucks don’t make you Hisomi, Mikey. Let’s stay in the real world.
Mikey: Real world this. [He places his hands together and closes his eyes.] Focusing, stealthing… [His chi lights up and then a second later, he zips to the top of the boulder. The glow fades.] How cool is that? I-I love being a turtle! [His shout draws the tengu’s attention.] Heh. Uh-oh.
Michelangelo squats down and tries acting like a monkey. The tengu growl and move towards him.
Leo: All right, it’s go time! Get Mikey out of there and grab the artifact. [The acolytes leap into the ankle-high water and charge the tengu, who turn to water and drop into the river.] Huh? Where’d they…?
Sarah Q: Not good! They have water abilities!
Sarah: Better fight off to get the First Artifact!
TMNT Team and Mystery Teams are surrounded by Water Monsters Turtles and fighting with Water Monsters Turtles
Raph: Somebody please tell me that’s kappa for “we surrender”.
Maxy: Water! They can travel through water!
He struggles against two of the kappa as Lewis is knocked down by a kappa and fights to hold it back with his sword. A kappa chases Marie and Raphael as they run towards the cask. The kappa leaps and lands on Raphael’s shell, knocking him down. Another kappa plows into Marie and throws her into the river. When she tries to rise, it plants a paw on her chest and pushes her head under the water.
Sarah: ! Not good! We are surrounded!
Laura: Right! They need to Powers!
Sarah: Right, Come in! [Her glowing chi activities] Rosesine!
Sarah fights with her Metal Baseball Bat and hits Kappa in the face to knock them out to destroy
Raph: Marie! [He slashes at the kappa, who pushes him face down in the water. He manages to get his head up.] Come on, focus. [His glowing chi activates and he leaps high overhead.] Banrai!
He begins spinning, turning into a buzzsaw, and slices through the water and tengu, which frees Marie. Meanwhile, Vivi and Vera are both being held down by several kappa.
Don: Vivi, Vera! [He focuses and his chi lights up.] Here goes nothing. [He jumps high into the air and begins spinning his body.] Cleaving wind!
He becomes a purple tornado, which pulls the water up into it. The river bed dries and Vivi and Vera are freed. Then the water drops back into the riverbed and Donatello returns to the ground.
Don: Normally, I’d like to understand how an arsenal of magic weapons works before using it, but today I’ll make an exception.
Marie used her chi lights up to use her Fire Scythe to attack Kappa to steam out of water demons
Vivi and Maxy used their powers and Ices to freeze Kappas to shatter.
Vivi: Huh? Good idea!
Matilda: Going on! Frozen Blizzard! (Her chi lights up to use her Ice Sword/Katana)
She sliced frozen Kappa into shattered pieces
Michelangelo runs from a pair of tengu, but they turn into water and whip around him, lifting him up. Inside the circle of water, he focuses and activates his chi.
Mikey: Come on, Inazuma! [He swings the weapon and sends the water flying away from him.] I’m never giving these back.
Mystery Teams used Powers to fight off with Kappas
Leonardo runs towards the boulders, leaps over two kappa tengu, and hops up to stand in front of the cask.
Leo: I got it, guys! Let’s get out of here! [Tengu jump onto the boulder, but he grabs the cask and leaps down.] It’s the water! We have to cut them off from the river. Use fires, Guys!
Lewis with Marie, Bart, Cera and Others with Fire Weapons are shocked
Lewis: !? To stop a river? Right!
Bart: It’s true!? Going on!
Leo: Right! [He drops the cask and snatches Samurai Fire Sword out of Lewis’ hands. Activating his chi, he sweeps the sword around and points its energy at the water.] Gunshin!
They used Fires to Water to burn out steam water. They are shocked at the waterless riverside
Fire flares up and dries the water, which destroys the kappa tengu. The acolytes groan as they rise from the dry riverbed; all but Leonardo who is injured.
Raph: Leo!
He runs to his brother, flips him of over and lifts his head. Leonardo makes pained noises and struggles for breath.
Sarah: !? Oh my God! Better, don’t forget to take the first artifact!
Arthur and Stephanie get to the First Artifact Cask and back to reteam/regroup
Arthur: Got it! Better get out of here!
Cut to the ship as it returns to the Lap of the Gods.
- Back of Lap of the Gods Location of Sunset -
Raph: Yo, Shishos! We got wounded.
The three turtles carry Leonardo. Arthur and Stephanie carry the cask in their hands. Vivi and Mystery brace Lewis between them. Splinter and the Ancient One with their Families run out to meet them.
Mr. Pepper: Lew! They are right!? Wait... They are not good!
Sarah: They have injuries have scratches and bruises, they are fine...
Splinter: My sons! Leonardo. Put him down. [Splinter takes a leather pouch from his pocket and kneels next to Leonardo.] Drink, my son.
He pours liquid into Leonardo’s mouth. The Tribunal arrives.
Kon: The cask. Has it opened? Is it damaged?
Hisomi appears behind Arthur and Stephanie, snatches the cask from them, and speeds to the Tribunal.
Arthur and Stephanie: Whoa!
Lewis: But Master, Leo is injured.
Juto: You should have left him if it put the cask in jeopardy.
The acolytes, Splinter, and the Ancient One with their Families stare at him in shock.
Lewis: But Sensei, I… [He drops to his knees.] He saved our lives, Master. And the cask. Without Leo…
Juto: Your lives are meaningless compared to these artifacts, acolyte.
Splinter: You heartless monster! Have you no compassion for those who would give their lives for you? You are no better than the snarling wretches who serve the evil one!
Kon: Our ways are our own. [Hisomi places the cask on the ground.] But, you and your sons, and your friends deserve to know this, the evil that threatens our worlds, that threatens all worlds, overshadows everything! Compassion, our own lives, even honor. [Smoke rises from the cask and then the lid pops off.] If we fail, the world will fall. [Everyone gasps in horror.] Fall to him.
They got the First Artifact later revealed that Shredder's Helmet belonged to Fallen Shredder aka Tengu Shredder! 
The First Artifact Chest/Casket/Treasure Chest open Artifact cask belongs to Tengu Shredder!
Everyone was shocked and horrified that the first artifact of Demon Helmet was the long-imprisoned, Fallen Former 5 Member of Shredder later aka Tengu Shredder!
Maisy: !? Wait... Not better!
Sarah: ! I can’t believe it!
Laura: Oh no...! I can’t be...
Leo had fully awakened to see the Helmet himself and was just as horrified as everyone else.
Leo: The Shredder!?
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For @laurasanchez36
All my msa ocs and all my new msa ocs belongs to Me
All her msa ocs and all her new msa ocs belongs to @laurasanchez36
Mystery Skulls Animated MSA belongs to Ben and MysteryBen27 of YouTube YT Series
TMNT 2003 belongs to Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird 
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laura-the-yellow-cat · 3 months ago
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Ozzie Beckett (My NEW MSA X 123 SMS OC and Ricky Kingsmen's Childhood Friend)
Full Name: Ozzie Beckett
First Name: Ozzie
Last Name: Beckett
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Gender: Male
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Age: 7
Blood Type:
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Favourite Shows/Games: ___/___/___
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Favourite Food:
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Favourite Animal: Hamster (his pet's named "Enzo")
Family Members Relatives: Odessa Beckett (his mother), Harold Beckett (his father), Orville Beckett (his Uncle)
Other Family Members Relatives: Druce Beckett (his big brother), Willow Beckett (his big sister), Tasha Beckett (his sister)
Species: Human
Friends: Mystery Teams, Girls' Clues Club Team, Maisy Pepper and her friends (his best friends), Ricky Kingsmen (Jane Kingsmen's son/his childhood friend), The Yukino Family, The Kingsmen Family, The Pepper Family, Tim Denson, Tim Denson's Daughter (deceased), Bubbles Yuikno (his crush/girlfriend), Little Snow-Snow (Bubbles Yukino's Ragdoll), The Plush-Doll, The Mousy, The Cutie Unicorn, The Sailor Fox, The Kindness Cat, The Pirate Parrot, The Goldie Plush-Doll, Mr. Sun and Mr. Moon (the kind puppets)
Enemies: The Follower, The Greeter, The Waiter, The Hunter, The Doll, The Seeker, The Stalker, The Screamer, The Doll-Mama, Demon Follower. Demon Greeter, Demon Waiter, Demon Hunter, Demon Doll, Mr. Pig, Mr Duck, The Reaperer, The Playkeeper
Alignment: Good
Likes: Golden Freddy (his favourite fnaf character), His Family, His Friends
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Clothes: Long Sleeve T-Shirt with Star and Jean (in casual clothes), PJ Clothes
Shoes: Sneaker Shoes (in casual clothes), PJ Slippers
Accessories: Vest, Teddy Bear (his teddy bear's named "Louie the teddy bear")
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This one sounds like:
@mysteryideasgroup and @sfcabanasstarcgs
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the-lewismobile · 3 years ago
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mystery memes, round two!! please enjoy my terrible sense of humour
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felestina-stilton · 4 years ago
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Mystery Crossing? Animal Skulls? Whatever it is, I decided to draw it and share it with you owo
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skellebonez · 4 years ago
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33 or 41 for Mystery Skulls? Either is fine!
Since I have 41 as a prompt for another fandom, I’m going with 33!
"I’d be safer facing off a pack of wolves." 
“Arthur, it isn’t that scary!” Vivi insisted with a smile, holding the blonde’s hands in her own. “Just go in, offer to fix the stove, fix the stove, and see what happens from there.”
Arthur’s frowned deepened as he looked up at the entrance to Pepper Paradiso, a shudder inching its way up his back. “Vivi, I really don’t think they’d... appreciate me stopping by.”
Vivi’s smile softened as she placed a hand on his mechanical arm. “You won’t know until you try. I’m sure Lewis would appreciate not having to be a ghost stove anymore... even if he was only one for half a day before they closed.”
Biting his lip, Arthur looked down at Vivi. She seemed so... confident. Something he never was. But she was right, Lewis probably would appreciate being set free from that task... and the worse they could tell him was “get out we never want to see you again” which wouldn’t really change much. They hadn’t seen them since bringing Lewis back as a ghost and Arthur kinda... didn’t stick around for most of the reunion... out of guilt.
He knew Lewis forgave him but he still didn’t know how his family felt after learning the truth. It has been a week and they had called a few times but the anxiety just... got the better of him and he never answered.
“... ok... OK, I’ll offer,” Arthur finally said with a shaky smile. “Just... promise me you’ll stay right behind me?”
“Of course.” Vivi answered as the two made their way in, entry bell jingling to announce their presence.
“I’m sorry, but we’re closed for the rest of the day!” A familiar voice called from inside the kitchen, growing louder as Mr. Pepper ran into the entrance. “Please co-!” He froze as he saw who was standing just in the entrance, jaw growing slack.
“Uh...” Arthur tensed, gulping in nervousness as he held up his tool box. “I-UH... I-I heard you were having some... stove issues? I could-I mean, w-would you like me to look at it?”
Before Mr. Pepper could answer the uncertain question someone else exited the kitchen. “Honey, who is it? We need to see if... we...” Mrs. Pepper trailed off as she caught sight of Arthur. Before he could say anything else she crossed the room in no time flat in a dead sprint, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. “Arthur, we’ve been trying to call you all week! Are you alright?”
She pulled back, Mr. Pepper immediately taking her place. “We were so worried when you left! We never got the change to thank you!”
“Th-thank me?” Arthur asked in surprise, staring between the two elder adults. “For what?”
“For finding our son and bringing him back,” Mrs. Pepper said with a smile.
Eventually Arthur got to fixing the stove. But it was after he started crying and apologizing for running off and hiding away.
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alphashley14 · 5 months ago
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One of Us
A Scooby Doo: Mystery Incorporated/Mystery Skulls Crossover
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Chapter 24
Heaven
The Mystery Skulls and Mystery Incorporated each wrote notes for Ricky and Cassidy for whenever they woke up. Then each group packed into their respective vans and set out into Crystal Cove to get started on their part of Arthur’s plan. 
The three Mystery Skulls were sitting in the front seats of their van - Lewis driving, Vivi in the copilot’s spot, and Mystery in her lap having taken on the form of a dog. And for the whole ride, he was quiet. Just as he’d been ever since Velma had voiced her idea. The chatter between Vivi and Lewis was minimal as well, as Lewis maneuvered the van through town behind the Mystery Machine. They both knew without exchanging a word that something about his past in Crystal Cove was deeply, deeply troubling Mystery. But neither of them could find the words to ask him about it, and they knew his preference for retelling certain parts of his past as few times as he possibly could. When they stopped in front of their destination, a gothic manor near the edge of Darrow University belonging to a certain formerly disgraced horror writer, the dog went absolutely rigid in Vivi’s arms and she had to carry him out of the car.
Of course, Mystery thought to himself. Of course they would bring me back here. Why do the fates seek to torment me?
Mystery had known, of course, that they were going to visit H.P. Hatecraft. And that Mr. Hatecraft’s home was on Darrow University’s Campus. He had not realized, however, that their destination was this house specifically. The roof had been re-shingled since the last time Mystery was here. It used to be orange, but was now a midnight blue. Yet there was no mistaking the familiar smells, structures, and trees. But of course the smells Mystery used to love the most had long since faded, and would never return again. 
Emiya and Donald blowing smoke rings side by side. Elanor cutting George down from that tree after falling into another trap. Joan and Kano scolding Danny, Diana, and Shinobu for setting it. All those wonderful parties and get-togethers… and all of those funerals… 
Mystery’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Fred knocking on the door. “Professor Hatecraft? Professor Hatecraft? Hello? Are you home? It’s Mystery Incorporated.”
Mystery raised his head from where it had been resting on Vivi’s shoulder and gathered himself. In order to save the future, the present was what mattered right now. The past wasn’t dead. But it would have to wait. Mystery had lived in solitude with these memories for twenty years. He could wait a day more.
“Please, Professor Hatecraft. We know you’ve been busy, but we need your help!” Velma called. 
The door opened, and there stood the man himself, H.P. Hatecraft, still in his black and gray striped pajamas. “My friends! By the maw of Angoroth! How good to see you. What brings you by?”
“Not a social call I’m afraid,” said Daphne. 
“We really need your help,” said Fred. “May we come in?” 
“Oh. Uh… how about we talk- out here? On the front porch? Gets terribly stuffy inside you know,” he said quickly, not-so-subtly adjusting his collar to better conceal his neck. Everyone raised an eyebrow. What’s he sweating about?
“I wish we could,” said Velma, “but this matter is… delicate. So it doesn’t have to be here, but we need to talk in private.”
“H.P.? Who is it?” Then none other than Harlan Ellison appeared in the doorway from behind Hatecraft in nothing but a pair of striped silk pajama bottoms and a matching robe. Which was untied, revealing his bare torso underneath. And when he saw them, a look appeared on both writers’ faces like they’d been caught and Ellison quickly tied his robe shut.
“Mr. Ellison? What are you doing here so early?” Daphne asked. 
“Yeah. And why does it look like you slept over?” Asked Velma. 
And Hatecraft and Ellison, who were usually so famed for their use of words, seemed to be all out of them. 
“Oh. Uh- Harlan-”
“Hatecraft and I-”
“-Were just um…” 
“-Working on that new book!” 
“Yes! That’s it. We were just collaborating on our new book!” 
Scooby tilted his head, confused. “Uh… In your pajamas?” 
“Don’t question the process.” Ellison snapped. 
The Mystery Skulls were not nearly as oblivious about such matters. Mystery had been shocked right out of any lingering angst, at least for the moment, and was now shaking in his attempts to conceal his laughter.
“Ya know if you two are together and don’t want anyone to know, nobody here is going to out you,” Vivi said bluntly.
“Wait they’re what-” But Fred was cut off when both writers abruptly grabbed the kids by their collars and dragged them inside. 
Harlan slammed the door shut behind them. “Okay, yes. We’re together. Now what do you kids want?” He demanded. 
Mystery Incorporated was too slack-jawed to answer.
“Oh shut your mouths before they let in flies!” Ellison said. “We’re gay, not extraterrestrials!”               
Five jaws snapped shut instantaneously. “I-it’s not that!” Daphne apologized quickly. “None of us are against it just…” 
“Surprised,” Scooby said.
“Well this would explain why you and Angie never got together,” Mystery said  thoughtfully. “Her union with Dale wasn’t one I expected, but having met their daughter I’m more than pleased with the results.”
That snapped Velma out of her stupor. She turned so fast it nearly gave her whiplash. “Wait- you knew my parents too?!” 
“Not personally, but the Dinkleys had lived in Crystal Cove for generations.”
“I’m sorry- weird talking dog- do I know you? And why do you two look familiar?” Harlan asked, pointing between Vivi and Shaggy (who looked like Arthur at the moment, as you recall.)
“You might’ve known our parents,” Vivi said. “I’m Vivi Yukino. This is Arthur Kingsmen. Well- sorta.” 
“Wait- Vivi and Arthur? As in Tedashi’s little girl? And Gawain’s boy?” Harlan’s scowl was abruptly wiped off his face.
“Yeah,” Vivi said sheepishly, “those are our Dads.”
“Old friends of yours?” Hatecraft asked. 
“Oh yes! You wouldn’t have known them H.P. All that unpleasantness happened years before you moved here. But I knew their fathers from my days as a grad student at Darrow University,” Harlan explained. “Tedashi Yukino was an expert on Japanese mythology, and Gawain Kingsmen was an Arthurian scholar. Come to think of it H.P, I don’t think I ever told you, but I’d been in this house long before the first time you invited me in. As a guest of the previous owners: the Kingsmens.” 
“What?” Everyone but Mystery exclaimed. 
“It’s true,” Mystery sighed. “This house was the Kingsmen family home for nearly six generations. Arthur lived out every day he got to spend with his parents here. This place has changed a lot in twenty years, but I remember it well.” 
“Holy- now that you mention it this place does look kinda similar to the one in Arthur’s old family photos,” Lewis remarked.
“Gawain and Tedashi were a little older than me, and they were both brilliant in their fields,” Ellison continued. “We collaborated several times on various projects and quickly became friends. And you two - why I haven’t seen you since you were… Still, I can hardly blame Tedashi, Jenny, and Shinobu for moving away. It was a terrible thing that happened to those people-” 
“The children haven’t had that talk yet,” Mystery growled before Vivi could ask any questions. “And it’s the duty of their elders to have that discussion at the appropriate time and place.” 
Harlan caught the hint as plain as day. “Oh- Yes! Yes, you’re right. Of course. I’m sorry I overstepped. I suppose I had expected them to know, given how old they are now…” 
“Indeed,” Mystery sighed. “It is high time they knew, and it is a conversation their parents should have had with them years ago. But I don’t believe they ever expected their children to set foot in Crystal Cove again.” 
“I know I wouldn’t,” Harlan agreed with a shudder. 
Beside him, Hatecraft placed a hand on Ellison’s shoulder with about a million questions plastered all over his face, but Harlan placed his hand over his and gave him a look that said I’ll explain later. 
“So!” Hatecraft said, unable to bear the awkward silence any longer, “How may I help you?” 
“We need your help getting into the health sciences building tomorrow night,” Fred said. 
“It’s kind of a matter of life and death,” Daphne added.
“The health sciences building? Whatever for?” Ellison scoffed. 
“I’m not sure of how much help I could be,” Hatecraft added. “That department is hardly my specialty.” 
“-And we realize that,” Velma sighed, “but aside from Dean Fenk you’re the only connections we have at Darrow University, and I doubt she’d be receptive. Daphne wasn’t kidding. It is literally a matter of life and death.” 
“By the tentacles of Tawn-Gawn Gorath! You’re asking me to help you break and enter! I’m going to need more of an explanation than that.”
The Mystery Skulls and Mystery Incorporated all looked at each other. 
“A moment,” Fred and Vivi said at the same time. They beckoned both of their groups into one big circle and began to speak in hushed whispers. 
“How much do we tell them?” Vivi asked. 
“Body-swapping aside, what we’re doing is about saving Mr. E,” Velma pointed out.
“Saving Arthur,” Lewis corrected. 
“Yeah,” Velma said, “but it’s Mr. E’s body that’s in that situation, so as far as anyone other than us, E, or Angel knows, that’s Mr. E back at Destroido right now. And besides: gang, at this point… even if by some miracle the three of them swapped back right this second…” 
“Like yeah, I feel the same way,” Shaggy agreed. 
“Reah,” Scooby said, and Daphne and Fred nodded too.
“As would I,” Mystery said without an ounce of hesitation. “And I should hope I speak for the others as well?”
“You do,” Vivi and Lewis nodded. 
“-And that’s all anyone else needs to know,” Velma said. 
“Like you’re right Velma,” Shaggy said. “Like if we started telling them about body-swapping, other dimensions, doomsday, and crazy magic stuff it would totally freak them out.” 
“‘It would be too much,’ as the Mystery Skulls keep putting it,” Daphne said, and all five members of Mystery Incorporated gave Vivi, Lewis, and Mystery a very pointed look at that. To which the Mystery Skulls gave them extremely guilty smiles in return.
“So it would seem we’re in agreement,” Mystery said. 
“We tell them anything immediately pertaining to the Original Mystery Incorporated that might get them to agree to help us,” Vivi said. “And we leave out the magic.”
And just like that, the circle broke and all seven heads turned back to the two very bewildered writers. 
“It’s hard to say where to begin with this one,” Fred said after a moment, scratching the back of his head. “First thing’s first: how familiar are you with Destroido?” 
“That horribly corrupt company that makes all those terrible products?” Hatecraft asked. 
“That’s the one,” Velma said. “We have a long and… to say the least complicated relationship with the owner. He goes by Mr. E.” 
Ellison’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “The owner? How’d you meet him? He never shows himself in public and does all of his business through his CEO, Ed Machine- or at least he did, until he was murdered.”
“Ah, yes. I remember seeing that in the news,” Hatecraft said thoughtfully. “Did they ever catch who did that? Wealthy fellow like that, you’d figure his homicide would be at the top of the CCPD’s priority list.”
“See, that’s the thing…” Daphne said. “Ed Machine’s murder wasn’t exactly a hom-icide per say. It was more like a…” 
“Ruh rarrot-icide?” Scooby offered helpfully.
“Neither of those are words in the English Language!” Harlan griped. (Bad grammar was his absolute #1 pet peeve.) “And assuming you meant to say ‘parrot-icide,’ what’s that even supposed to mean?”
“How we go about answering that question depends entirely on you, Mr. Ellison,” Mystery spoke up. 
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” 
“You were in Crystal Cove twenty years ago. ‘When all of that unpleasantness happened,’ as you put it. So tell me: how much do you remember about those kids that disappeared?” 
“Kids? Who- wait- why does that ring a bell…?” And Ellison suddenly had a dazed, somewhat befuddled look on his face, as though stuck between two places at once. 
Interesting, Mystery thought to himself. “Brad Chiles. Judy Reeves. Cassidy Williams. Ricky Owens. And their mascot, Professor Pericles. You knew them.” 
Ellison blinked at Mystery a few times. Then cried, “My God! How could I have forgotten that? I haven’t heard those names in years. Wait- come to think of it… didn’t they also call their little group ‘Mystery Incorporated?’” 
“Reah, they did,” Scooby nodded. 
“Oh! I believe I came across an article about them while I was researching for my- ehem- since abandoned teen vampire romance novel,” Hatecraft said. “I didn’t pay too much attention to it, but I do remember thinking it was odd that I had never heard them mentioned before.”
“More’s coming back to me now. This- this is weird,” Ellison said, massaging his temples. “It’s like I’ve opened Pandora’s Box. As I recall, their parrot had everything to do with their disappearance and admitted as much, but refused to say what had actually happened to those kids. Let’s see, what else… As I remember it, a lot of people eventually assumed that if he’d murdered them, the bodies had to have been dumped at a point in the caves where the ocean’s current would have swept them out to sea. But others argued they could still be alive because their van never turned up. Especially Mark. Oh God, Mark! I haven’t seen or heard from him in years, but it wouldn’t surprise me if he was the only one still looking for his boy.” 
“Uh… who’s Mark?” Scooby asked with a tilt of his head.
“Mark Owens,” Mystery said, and his eyes had gone glassy. “Ricky’s father.”
The room went heavy and quiet, and Harlan had a hint of suspicion written on his face as he looked at the dog. Why was he the only one in their group who knew that?
“Jenny still sends him a Christmas Card every year. Just like you,” Mystery said, as if he was reading his mind. “-And you’re right… he is still looking.”
Ellison held the dog’s gaze for a moment before breaking the eye contact with a sigh. “I don’t want to say he should give up… it tore this town apart for a while after those kids disappeared, as much as people used to complain about their uh… escapades. Still. Come to think of it -  without any bodies or definitive proof of death, it was sort of odd how abruptly the search ended… Why am I only remembering this now?” 
“Because something wicked didn’t want you to,” Lewis said. 
“What’s that supposed to mean? Ellison asked.
“And back to the original discussion at hand, what do those missing kids have to do with the owner of Destroido?” Hatecraft asked. 
And the answer to that, of course, was everything.
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Within the twisted depths of Destroido, Arthur Kingsmen woke with a start. He couldn’t doze off! They had so much to do! Items to move, accounts to secure, a torture device to- oh. He had dozed off. Hours ago, if the state of the room was anything to go by. 
He was sprawled across the couch, a blanket had been thrown over him, the room was dark, Marcie was gone, and she’d left him a note on the table. 
You dozed off at about 2am. Figured I’d let you sleep.  I snuck out to make appearances. Figured the bird might notice if I’m too scarce for too long. You should probably do the same sometime this morning. There’s always a breakfast spread available for the scientists in the mess hall, and as of recently it wouldn’t be unusual for Mr. E to stop by and grab a bite - please eat something. I’ll meet you back in Mr. E’s rooms at noon.  -M
Arthur quietly reminded himself to thank Ricky for telling him to recruit Marcie. He would most certainly be having a much harder time doing all of this if not for her.
There came a trilling from the walls, and the three Dead Beats flew in to say good morning. “Hehe, hey guys,” Arthur laughed. The little pink spirits inadvertently tickled him as they wove around him and through his hair. “Yeah yeah, good morning. I’m glad to see you too. How was it last night? Quiet?” 
The Dead Beats nodded. 
“That’s a relief. What about the bad guys? Did you keep an eye on them like I asked?” 
The Dead Beats made angry faces and nodded. One of them made a few very discontent noises, and whatever they said made another one hiss in agreement.
“I know, I know. You want a piece of em’. You’ll get your chance when we make a run for it tomorrow night. I need you guys to be my backup, remember?”
The ghosts trilled excitedly at that, faces lighting up with jagged smiles. 
“Yeah, I’m looking forward to it too,” Arthur admitted. And he smirked at the thought, in spite of himself.
It was strange. He had a reputation as being the grounding member of the Mystery Skulls. The “chill” one. The gentle one. So it felt weird to… hate someone so strongly. But he did. Maybe whatever that damn entity had put inside of Ricky to rot him from the inside out was seeping into Arthur somehow. He hoped not, but he supposed it would make sense, given that he was wearing a cursed man’s skin.  
Still - it might not be an entirely bad thing. In fact, knowing his own shortcomings, perhaps a sprinkle of ambition and a dash of rage were doing Arthur some good.
“Come on guys,” Arthur said, getting up. “We’ve got work to do.”
He couldn’t wait to see the looks on his opponents’ faces when everything they’d worked for crumbled at their feet. 
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Hatecraft had taken his guests to a large, gothic lounge so they had a more comfortable place to talk. Save the double doors and high fireplace, the tall room was covered from wall to high-arched ceiling in overflowing bookshelves and paintings of monstrosities from Hatecraft’s books. All things considered, it felt very much like home to the Mystery Skulls. Throw in some magenta and a few heart and skull designs, and one could be fooled into thinking they were back at the mansion. 
The eight mystery solvers were seated on scattered furniture around the room, and Hatecraft and Ellison were in matching high-backed armchairs on either side of the fireplace in front of them. 
They’d finished telling their story several moments ago, and to say the least the two writers, so well known for their imaginary terrors, looked absolutely horrified upon being told about real ones. 
Finally Harlan blurted out, “Why the fuck haven’t you gone to the police?!” And it should be noted that Ellison seldom cursed and usually prided himself on a more “sophisticated” use of language. So suddenly dropping an F-bomb should tell you just how appalled he was.
“It’s just as we told you,” Velma said from her place on the couch, “because then it becomes a hostage situation.”
“That, and Crystal Cove’s police department is about as useless as a one-legged man at an ass-kicking contest,” Vivi added dryly, sitting cross-legged on the floor with Mystery in her lap.
“Our best and only real shot at getting Ricky and Marcie out unharmed is to do so right under Pericles’ beak. Which obviously is better said than done,” Lewis added from the chair next to her.
“And that’s why you have to remove that- thing at the University and not at the hospital?” H.P. asked. “Because that’s what he’d expect?”
“Rep,” Scooby nodded from his place at Shaggy’s feet.
“That, and we don’t want anything violent going down at a place full of doctors and vulnerable sick people,” Vivi added. 
“By the claws of Chloringor,” Hatecraft muttered, placing his head into his hands.  
“And who, might I ask, is going to be performing this supposed surgery? You kids certainly can’t!” Harlan argued. 
“We have someone in mind but haven’t brought this to them yet,” Daphne said. She was sitting on the arm of the couch beside Fred. “They have a lot more to lose than either of you should this go wrong and we thought their odds of saying yes would increase dramatically if we already had a location lined up.”
Hatecraft opened his mouth, but Ellison talked first. Loudly. “So let me get this straight! You’re asking H.P to risk his job, career, and possible jail time to break into a surgery that you don’t even have a surgeon for yet?”
“Like yeah, we are.” Shaggy said. “And like, we realize how much you’d be risking and like how unreasonable of an ask this is. But like… we’re all Ricky’s got. This is like the only plan we have. So we don’t exactly have like, any other options.”
“I’ll do it,” Hatecraft said before Ellison could go on another tirade. 
“WHAT?!” 
“Harlan,” H.P. said, firmly but with a touch of tenderness, “I know you speak out of concern for me… but this man could die if we don’t do something. For all the writing I’ve done about the monsters that lie just beyond the mortal veil… what kind of man would I be if I didn’t do something to stop the ones living among us?” 
“H.P… this is madness. And we haven’t even seen any proof that this crazy story is true!”
“I don’t need to see proof,” Hatecraft shrugged. “These kids have saved my life once and my career twice. They’re too smart and too honest to lie about something this serious, and I don’t see why they would make it up either. I know they wouldn’t seek to ruin me.”
“But-” 
“Harlan,” Mystery said, and all heads turned in his direction by the force of his tone. “Walk with me a moment?” And without waiting for confirmation, he hopped out of Vivi’s arms and slunk out of the room.
Harlan looked at H.P, then at the rest of their guests, and everyone including Vivi and Lewis merely shrugged, just as clueless as he was. So what else could he do but get up and follow the freaky talking dog? Mystery was waiting for him just outside the door, and once Harlan was at his side he started walking away, and Ellison followed. 
“Alright,” Harlan grumbled once they were quite a distance from the door, “what is it?”
“How much of your memory has come back?” Mystery asked.
“All of it - I think,” Harlan replied. “It’s just- still so peculiar. I don’t know how I could have forgotten something that important. It’s like something went into my head with a correction pen and left a bunch of blank spaces that I’m only now uncovering. The question is why?”
“It was their names,” Mystery said. “There’s a great deal of power attached to names. Dating back in folklore across various cultures and pantheons for thousands of years. As old as stories themselves. If Brad, Judy, Ricky, and Cassidy can be generalized into those kids who disappeared, then it’s easier to wipe them out of existence entirely. But once you give them names, you give them identity, and with identity comes power. Enough to break through whatever was keeping those memories suppressed.” 
“But how could I have generalized them?” Ellison asked. “I knew them. Not very well, but I knew them. I knew their families through close mutual friends.  How and why did I forget them to begin with?”
“‘Because something wicked wanted you to,’” Mystery replied. 
“That’s what that pink haired fellow said earlier. What’s that mean, anyway?”
“It means all those ghost stories about a curse on this town are true,” Mystery said. And he spun Harlan a tale that you should know already. About an entity, a curse, and four kids and a talking animal who were prophesied to break it.
“So, what?” Harlan scoffed. “You’re saying that’s what happened to the Original Mystery Incorporated? Some evil entity wanted them out of the picture because they were getting too close?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying happened,” Mystery nodded. 
“Oh for goodness sake! Then what about what the kids said about the former mayor dressed up as some freak, blackmailing them into disappearing?” 
“The Freak of Crystal Cove has everything to do with the curse,” Mystery corrected him. “Think about it, Harlan. You haven’t stayed in Crystal Cove for all of these twenty years - you’ve traveled all over the world. Where else on Earth have you seen apparently normal folk suddenly wake up and decide the answer to their problems is terrorizing their neighbors in monster costumes?”
“What’s your point?”
“That there are bigger things happening in Crystal Cove than you know. Things that are worth risking everything for. Supernatural things.”
“Oh please! How gullible do you think I am?” 
“Ha! Of all people I would expect you to be more open to such things,” Mystery chuckled. 
“Unlike Cape Cod and H.P., I know where the line is between fantasy and reality,” Harlan insisted. 
“Do you, now?” Mystery implored. “Because as I recall, your original genre of interest was solely creative nonfiction. But now, aren’t you famous for horror dystopia? Quite a sharp turn, don’t you think?”
“That’s not all I’ve written. And I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The tragedy, you liar. You were on the guest list that night, Harlan. You were there.”
“It was another lunatic in a costume-” 
“That’s all most people saw,” Mystery interrupted him. “But you saw something else too that night. Didn’t you?” 
Harlan froze dead in his tracks. There was- there was no way. He’d never told anyone about the other thing he’d seen that night. Who would have believed him? Those poor families were going through so much- he hadn’t wanted to make anything worse with his nonsense. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple. “H-how did you… I never…”
“I saw you too, Harlan.” But there was something different about Mystery’s voice. Hadn’t it been coming from… lower to the ground a moment ago?
“You were there,” Harlan realized. And he turned around- Only to be met by a pair of big red eyes shining at him through the dark. 
“Yes,” The kitsune rumbled, “Yes I was.”
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There was a song playing somewhere, distantly. Gently kissing his eardrums.
“Baby there's a dancefloor up in Heaven, touch the sky We can dance there all night. Baby there's a dancefloor up in Heaven, touch the sky We can dance there for forever!”
He felt so warm, and so heavy, and so comfortable. Yet the stiffness in his limbs and the rumbles of a hungry stomach gently pulled him into wakefulness. Ricky’s eyelids fluttered open, and at once he was wide awake, his heart caught in his throat. 
“Tell me I'm not dreaming, When a kiss from you is all it takes to turn me into stone. Your love is the sweetest-
Was he dreaming? 
No - his most recent memories were coming back to him. So unless the whole day had been one big dream borne from his wistful thinking- 
Cassidy. 
She was alive. She was here. She was… 
Breathtaking. 
“You're perfect, you're my dynamite, you're so original. How do you do it? When we're dancing, it's magnetic Is this too good to be true?
Angel was sleeping on the other side of the sectional, and her sleeping face was not two feet away from his own. She was curled up on her side, head resting on her arm, a blanket draped over her. But by the way the fabric fell he could see her every curve. The pink flames in the fireplace had cast the entire room in flickering sunset orange, and the way it struck the shine of her beautiful dark skin- no artist could ever hope to replicate it. But if he were ever to spend money on art, he’d pay handsomely to see someone try.
She had never looked so much like an angel as she did now.
“I know a place where we can go Where the music is to die for! “Baby there's a dancefloor up in Heaven, touch the sky We can dance there all night! Baby there's a dancefloor up in Heaven, touch the sky We can dance there for forever!
Ricky’s heart was thudding inside his chest, and he felt all the blood in his body rush to his face. This wasn’t- well- this was hardly proper, wasn’t it? There was so much between them and she probably (wisely) still didn’t trust him- 
Which begged the question of why she was sleeping right beside him. And come to think of it he didn’t remember laying down either. What was the last thing he remembered? 
Mystery. 
“Baby there's a dancefloor up in Heaven, touch the sky We can dance there all night! Baby there's a dancefloor up in Heaven, touch the sky We can dance there for forever!
That’s right. We were waiting for Mystery. He was going to tell us how he knew us. Ricky must’ve closed his eyes “just for a second” and dozed off. But that still didn’t explain how and why Cassidy had wound up asleep too. And how long had they been asleep? What time even was it?
“Dancing for forever Dancing for forever Keep dancing for forever… 
That was when Ricky spotted two sheets of stationary on the table - notes from the others. The first one was from the kids. 
Mr.  Ricky and Angel,  Mystery Skulls explained why you konked out in their letter. Crazy stuff right? We know you’ll prob be mad about it when you wake up but in our defense it was all Mystery. Hope you slept well and that you feel better when you wake up.  Btw - All of us feel bad we didn’t notice how sleepy you were, Ricky - sorry. • ᴖ • And sorry about the sleeping spell Cassidy - that was all Mystery’s idea. (☉__☉”) Anyway - we went out with MS to make some preparations for Arthur’s plan. We’ll tell you how it went when we get back! Also Scooby said he’s craving Clam Cabin so we were thinking of bringing food back to the mansion and pigging out instead of making Lewis cook again. That’ll be fun! •ᴗ• (We’ll probably bring back food from somewhere else too tho if you’re not down for shellfish - Daphne’s allergic.) Hope you both feel better when you wake up!  - Fred, Velma, Daphne, Shaggy, Scooby
When he finished reading the note, it left Ricky feeling warm and fuzzy inside. It read as if they… were looking forward to seeing him again. The corners of his mouth turned upwards against his will. But even so, those sweet feelings quickly turned sour. 
He was grateful that they were being so kind to him. Really - he was. But that doubtful little voice was quick to remind him that they were only being nice because they needed something from him: he was in Shaggy’s body. And as soon as their souls were back in their proper vessels everything was going to get awkward again, and he would be subtly or not-so-subtly pushed away. He didn’t fault them for it, by virtue of… how he was. And of course everything he’d done. And besides - he was used to it. But still… as selfish as he’d been already, maybe he could be selfish for just a little bit longer, and pretend that their sweet words meant something more than that. 
Ricky carefully tucked the kids’ note behind the other one, which must be from the Mystery Skulls, and started reading.
Ricky & Cassidy,  R - you woke up this morning before the potion you took last night could run its full course, so it put you back to sleep. Mystery knew it was going to happen and stalled until it took effect on purpose. The rest of us had no idea so don’t shoot the messager. To be fair tho - it was gonna happen no matter what anyone did. You should wake up when it wears off @ about 1:00. C - Mystery thought you shouldn’t come into town with us in case OG Mystery Inc sees you. Ur supposed to be dead - remember? That & you hadn’t slept in over 24 hrs so u needed the rest. And he didnt want to argue w u abt it so he put a sleeping spell on you. Again - HIS idea, NOT ours. You should be up @ about 3. We & Mystery Inc went out to talk to some allies for Arthur’s plan. Should b back by 5. Will tell you about it when we get back. Leftovers & snacks in fridge for lunch if/when you get hungry, & if you need help with anything ask Dead Beats or suits of armor. Avoid painting ghosts and PLEASE do not explore. You are in a REAL haunted house - Plz use common sense. Hope you slept good & feel better after your nap. Sorry again about Mystery & his meddling. He says he won’t apologize but owes you a story.  See you then!  - The Mystery Skulls 💀
Any warm and fuzzy feelings the letter may have inspired was quickly banished from his mind by the immense irritation he was feeling towards Mystery. Of course it shouldn’t have taken him that long to go get a book. That sneaky, clever, slippery son of a- … whatever! He’d give that ridiculous beast a good scolding when he got back! Still feeling drowsy, Ricky put the papers back on the table and made himself comfortable again. By that time, the music drifting through the house had changed songs, but Ricky was hardly listening to it. And yet, as he brooded over Mystery and his damn meddling, he found his anger… dissipating. 
Knowing what he did now, the kitsune was over a thousand years old and had been a guardian spirit for centuries. To Mystery, all humans were so short-lived that they were all children compared to him. In fact that’s probably exactly what Mystery saw: a pair of drowsy toddlers who needed a nap to get through the rest of the day. 
Not that he was exactly thrilled about being mothered by a giant fox, but at this point he didn’t have much choice in the matter. At least Mystery was (mostly) more nurturing than controlling in the way he did it. 
Unlike a certain someone.
With a sigh, Ricky rolled onto his side. And in spite of himself, he admired the view. 
God, she was so beautiful. 
Cassidy’s red lips were slightly parted in her sleep and the subtle furrow always present between her brows was gone. Ricky had never noticed it before, but saw its absence now. Her chest rose and fell with every slow, deep breath and her slack fingers were curled upwards in such a delicate, elegant way. It had been over a decade since the last time Ricky had seen her so at peace. And maybe it made him every bit the greedy, selfish bastard he knew he was. But he wanted that for her. And he wanted to be there to see it.
The guilt that had been eating Ricky alive from the moment he’d learned of Cassidy’s “death” had lessened. But it hadn’t entirely gone away - and it probably never would. She survived, and Ricky would gladly spend the rest of his days repaying the universe for that miracle. But she’d been hurt. She’d nearly died. Because of him. And he was never going to make that up to her. 
They were like celestial bodies, the two of them. Without the other they’d go hurling off into space. And yet from the moment they’d reunited five years ago, a sort of gravity seemed to hold them together. Or maybe, even after a decade apart, that connection had never truly been severed. Not touching - no. Never connecting. But trapped in a perpetual dance, each revolving around the other. Always seeing. Always wanting. But they’d hurt each other in so many ways. If they were different people, that red string connecting their fates probably would have been snapped a long time ago. By hurt. By life. By love found elsewhere. 
And yet. 
And yet. 
As hard as he tried to ignore it, because he didn’t deserve it, he knew in his heart: I want.
I want I want I want I want I want.
You could have her, something else was telling him. Haven’t you suffered enough? Been alone for long enough? They will abandon you once they have their friends back as they were. And you will be alone again. You think they care about you? After everything you’ve done? You wretched, unloveable thing? But it doesn’t have to be that way. You could have her, just as you once did. All you need to do is-
“Shut up,” Ricky muttered quietly. He’d curled in on himself as those thoughts persisted. Clamped his hands over his ears in an attempt to block them out, but they were coming from inside him. They sounded like him too - almost indistinguishable from his own thoughts. Almost. But now… 
Now, Arthur’s words were echoing in his memory. ‘It’s more difficult to manipulate someone who’s aware they’re being manipulated than someone who doesn’t.’
“You’ve been found out,” He murmured. Maybe to no one. But those thoughts- they weren’t his own. “-And I’m not going to let you use me to hurt any more than I already have.”
Silence. 
Then-
Fool. You really think you could ever be free of HIM?!
That voice! It sounded so clear that- it might not have come from inside Ricky’s head this time. 
That was when the house began to shake and it was not Ricky’s imagination! He opened his eyes and sat up to find that the walls were shimmering pink. Furniture and items bounced, clattered, and shifted against the shaking floor. The fire roared, flames jumping and leaping out of the hearth all the way up to the ceiling. Ricky yelped with fright and dashed off of the couch and across the floor to hunker down beside Cassidy. Distantly, he thought he could hear the painting ghosts and Dead Beats moaning and shrieking from elsewhere and the clanging of armor and heavy footsteps. Rumbling, clanging, and the sound of breaking glass. Ricky’s hands slammed over his ears to block out the cacophony of anger!
Then like a subsiding earthquake, the rumbling slowed down, then stopped altogether. When Ricky looked up, everything was just as it had been. And most importantly: that evil presence, whatever it had been, was gone. 
“What the hell-” Ricky muttered to himself, but the answer came to him almost as soon as the question left his mouth: The house. Lewis’ haunted mansion and its plethora of supernatural defenses. Acting on their Master’s will, they had banished the intruder. What that had been was another question entirely. But whatever it was, it wasn't good - and Ricky didn’t think it was a resident of the mansion either. He would have to tell the others about this. 
With the immediate threat gone, Ricky’s eyes turned to the thing that mattered most. Mystery’s spell must have been strong - even through all the commotion, Cassidy hadn’t so much as stirred. Speaking of which: he had sort of put his arm over her to hold her still and calm his own trembling. His face burning, he was quick to snatch himself away and respectfully retreat back to his side of the couch. 
Then there came cooing noises from the walls. And through the air like wisps of smoke, in slithered at least a dozen Dead Beats. Some of them coming up at the rear were still clearly perturbed by whatever they had presumably just helped chase off, if their suspicious glancing about and hissing were anything to go by. But the rest, having sensed his distress, were looking at him with sad, sympathetic expressions. “Hey guys,” Ricky smiled at them. “Thanks for having my back.”
The Dead Beats made some sad sounds as they surrounded him, and Ricky quickly found himself overwhelmed. “Wait- hold on now-” But every single one seemed intent on reaching him. They piled into his lap, and slithered around his legs, waist, and shoulders until Ricky ended up leaning back absolutely buried in warm, airy spirits that were purring soothingly like a mountain of house cats. 
“Oh crap,” he grumbled, even as he wriggled to get comfortable. “Well- this could be worse.”
…And for some reason, the universe decided to interpret his snarky comment as a wish. 
There came the sound of a ringing telephone from somewhere off in the manor. It rang, and rang… and then for some reason it started getting louder. And not ten seconds later, a pair of Dead Beats flew into the room carrying a vintage and rather gothic telephone between them.
Ricky quickly reached out and took the handset from its port to quiet the ringing, then put the transmitter and receiver to his mouth and ear and said, “Hello?”
“Ricky! Hey man, it’s Lewis. Good to hear you up.”
“Yeah, I woke up just a bit ago. I got your notes - sorry for falling asleep on you.” 
“Eh, that’s not your fault dude. You’re a first-timer when it comes to magic. So uh- speaking of ‘a bit ago,’ did something… happen? At the house just now? I just felt this huge power surge.”
“Yeah - actually it did.”
“Everyone alright?” Lewis asked. 
“I think so. Cassidy slept through it and I’m not hurt. As for the rest of the house… I haven’t left this room yet, but everything seems fine. Anything that moved or broke fixed itself, and most of the Dead Beats came in a few minutes later and are… hanging out?” He glanced at the ghosts, still swarmed all over him like a big blanket.
“Good. Mystery and I both felt it and we were worried. So… what happened?”
“I’m not entirely sure, but I think it was your ‘security system,’” Ricky explained. “I had just woken up and read your letters, and I was thinking about… stuff. When I noticed my thoughts were taking a really steep turn and it kind of occurred to me that… they weren’t mine?...”
The other end of the line was quiet for so long while Ricky explained that near the end he was starting to worry the line had gone dead without him noticing. But finally, Lewis asked, “And that presence is gone now, right?”
“I think so. I don't know how to describe it but the whole room felt… heavier? Darker? I don’t know how to describe it. But it’s not like that anymore so yes - I think it’s gone.” 
“You said the Dead Beats are hanging out with you. What are they doing exactly?” 
“Well-” Ricky stuck the phone into the mass of ghosts, hoping Lewis could hear all the purring. Then he put it back to his ear. “Did you hear that?” 
“Yeah - I did.”
“They’re kind of… all over me, making that noise.”
“Are they pulsing in any way? Look at the way they’re glowing, and the hearts on their chests.” 
“They are, now that you mention it.”
“Yep - I know what they’re doing.”
“Well, what’re they doing?”
“Giving you a ghost bath, basically. Whatever that thing was, they can still feel its residual energy on you. So they’re washing it away with their own positive energy. If that negative energy was left as is, at best it would probably leave you in a bad mood. At worst, that entity could come back and use it as a foothold to try getting in.” 
“Wait- ‘get in’ as in…” 
“Potentially try to possess you.” 
“Oh. Uh… shit. So… what was that thing anyway?”
“No idea. But whatever it was, it most certainly wasn’t one of my ghosts and I wouldn’t be surprised if it had something to do with the curse. Mystery, Vivi, and I will investigate when we get back. For now, have the Dead Beats stick by you.”
“Alright then…” Ricky conceded, not feeling nearly as secure as he had a minute ago. “So… how are things on your end? What’re you up to?”
“Vivi’s driving, and I am terrified. Pray for me- ow!” 
Ricky snorted at the sound of Lewis being thwacked on the other end of the line. Followed by some aggressively playful banter in Spanish and Japanese that had Ricky biting his lip to suppress his laughter. “-Anyway! Ricky, say hi.”
“Hi, Vivi.” Ricky chuckled, then his tone turned dry when he said, “Hello Mystery.”
Vivi’s muffled voice came through the line, as though she wasn’t speaking directly into the transmitter. “Hi Ricky! Glad you’re up!” 
Then came Mystery. “Hello Ricky! I’m glad you’re alright, but I’m not apologizing!”
Ricky scoffed. “Well fuck you too.” 
The kitsune was cackling in the background when Lewis put the phone back to his ear. “-Anyway, we just left H.P Hatecraft’s house.”
“The writer? What for?” 
“It was Velma’s idea. Hatecraft’s our way into Darrow University tomorrow night.” And Lewis explained Hatecraft’s role in the plan (and also apparently Harlan Ellison’s too.)
“And I assume you know who is going to be cutting that thing out of me?” Ricky asked once he was done. 
“Daphne’s sister - Daisy. She’s some kind of surgeon, though Daphne didn’t specify what kind. Her fiance however, is apparently a neurosurgeon.”
Ricky blinked dumbly for a moment while he processed what Lewis had just said. 
A neurosurgeon. 
As in a health professional. Who specified in surgical interventions. Of the nervous system. 
Like… removing a small capsule that kept releasing a neurotoxin within centimeters of his spinal cord?
“What are the odds?” Ricky finally said. 
“Right??? That’s what we said!” Lewis agreed. “But.”
“There’s always a ‘but,’ isn’t there?” Ricky sighed. 
“It does seem that way, doesn’t it? Anyway - the catch is that Daphne and Daisy apparently don’t get on well. Like even in comparison to her relationship with her other sisters. And to top it off I couldn’t quote the specific law but we’re about 90% sure this is gonna be hella illegal. At best, both Daisy and her betrothed could lose her medical licenses if they get caught or god forbid something goes wrong. At worst, they might face jail time.”
“I can stop that from happening. It would not be difficult,” Ricky said. A statement - not an offer or a question. 
“Good luck convincing them of that. It would be one thing if Mr. E was to go meet with them to make this request in person. They’re going to need to take the word of a bunch of meddling kids and their weird talking dogs. We would be offering to come and get you for this, buuut…”
“I’m Shaggy right now, so what good would it do? Got it.”
“Whiiich… brings me to the point.”
“Out with it.”
“If and when it comes to that, can I show them Arthur’s flashdrive?”
Ricky’s mouth went dry. 
“Just- They’re doctors,” Lewis explained. “They took an oath. And once they actually see a patient in pain, they may be honor-bound to do something about it. Or, as Daphne suggested, it may become a matter of pride - a challenge just to prove they could. Either way ends with the result we want.”
Ricky cleared his throat. “Yeah- yeah. Makes sense I mean they’d probably need to see it anyway to know what they were treating right? Like it’s not as if they could just take your word for it.”
“That, too.” Lewis said. And the concern in his voice just made Ricky’s heart pound. That thing’s words echoed in his head. You think they care about you? And the demons in his own head joined in. They’ll be so disgusted once they see it. They won’t be able to look you in the eye!
“All of us don’t have to see it,” Lewis said. As if he could hear those thoughts clear through the phone. “It’s too valuable and too important to leave in the hands of strangers unsupervised. So at least one of us, or a few of us, are going to have to see the footage. But not all of us have to. We can stand outside while it’s playing.”
Ricky took a few deep breaths. “Okay,” he sniffed. “Okay then. So- you want me to pick who?”
“I mean you’re kind of the only one with the right to. I can only imagine how personal it is. So yeah. It’s no rush. We’re still about ten minutes away. You can think about it for a bit if you need to.”
So Ricky held the handset away from his mouth, pursed his lips, looked up at the ceiling, and thought about it.
Not the Mystery Skulls. Not yet, at least. Not that he didn’t trust them, but he hadn’t known them long enough. The kids on the other hand… especially-
“Velma,” he said into the phone at last. “She’s seen the worst of me already so at this point… but- you know what? Nevermind. All of them can see it if they choose. Mystery Incorporated, I mean. It wouldn’t be fair to put all of that on Velma, Fred’s parents are going to be in those videos, Daphne’s sister is the one who’s going to cut me open, Shaggy’s stuck in this body-swap mess, and he and Scooby are kind of a package deal. And after everything that’s happened… I think all five of them have more than earned the right to see it. Or not. Whichever they choose. But if somebody has to, then I would rather it be them.”
“Are you sure, man?” Lewis asked. “I mean it’s asking a lot for you to let one. But all five of them?” 
“Please don’t question it,” Ricky said. “That’s my decision and I really don’t want to argue or explain myself.”
“Okay. I’m sorry - I’ll back off.”
“And… sorry for getting touchy and not letting you see it. It’s just-” 
“Dude! No. Nobody would blame you for that. I mean we’ve known each other barely over a day. I totally read you loud and clear.”
“Thank you, Lewis,” Ricky sighed. 
“So… you gonna be okay?” Again. That concern.
“Ask me again tonight,” Ricky sighed. 
“Okay… we’re going to be at Daisy’s soon anyway. So I’m going to have to let you go. See you later, Ricky.”
“Goodbye Lewis… and good luck. Thanks again - for doing all of this for me.” 
“It’s no trouble. It’s the right thing to do.”
“Well… thanks. Goodbye.”
When Ricky set the handset back into its port with a click, the phone disappeared in a puff of pink flame.
TA-DA! Still alive!!! Thank you to everyone who waited so patiently for the next chapter of my little fic. I know I said last time that I didn't want to make you wait another three months for the next chapter buuuut that ended up happening anyway. I just completed my English minor and literally all of my classes last semester were English Creative Writing classes, so as you can imagine I was doing a LOT of reading and writing with ZERO time for writing fanfiction. But right now I have the summer off of school so I've had lots of time to catch up! Ellison and Hatecraft have joined the party! These are two characters I never paid a tremendous amount of attention to, but Tumblr has given me a newfound respect for them. And their less-than-low-key gayness. Which made it into this fic NOT low-key at all. Lol I hope I did these new characters justice, and you will be seeing them again. I unfortunately didn't have the time to create any fanart for this chapter and didn't want to make you all wait any longer to find out what happens next in the story. I'm sure most of you know how much time and effort it takes to create fanworks, and I can't promise fanart for every chapter. (Veeery much looking forward to it if anyone posts any of their own in the future tho. 👀) This story, as usual, keeps surprising me with just how many words it takes to write. So my original plan for this one chapter got divided into two chapters instead. Speaking of which: Chapter 25 is almost complete and to the last long wait it up to you, I intend to post chapter 25 next Sunday. And God willing, you might get Chapter 26 the Sunday after that, but don't take that word as gospel. As for Chater 27? HA! We'll get there when we get there. Speaking of Chapter 25, as most of you know from my recent poll, the original chapter song/title for this chapter was originally going to be something else before it got changed. This happened because this chapter ended up being substantially longer than originally planned and also because I wanted to put all of the songs with heaven/hell motifs close together. Just to keep the theme going. And 'Heaven' was the last obvious one. Sorry about the poll causing confusion, but here's a treat: Unless something drastic changes (which it might, who knows?) The Chapter Song/Title of One of Us Chapter 25 is "Erase Me (Original Demo)" and the title of Chapter 26 is going to be "Erase me." That's all for now! Chapter 24 of One of Us should be posted to ao3 sometime tomorrow.
Chapters 1-22 of 'One of Us' are presently posted on Archive of Our Own!
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eagesoldartblog · 5 years ago
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Hangry
He had long since locked himself in his room... sorta. The old place was dusty, hardly maintained due to no one being there to clean it- mind the maid that Vivi occasionally hired.
But since the run in with the semi, and Lewis nearly throwing Arthur off a cliff, and then his instantaneous regret and panic-
He retreated. And for the last week or so, he had been dormant in the anchor. No matter how much poking and prodding Vivi did, he would stay hidden and out of sight.
Of course, that was with Arthur staying away from him at all costs.
But... a theory came to mind..
holding a plate of steaming peppers, evenly seasoned rice and a thick gravy over roasted beef and chicken, Arthur slowly rounded the corner and peered into the room.
And just like he theorized- the heart was now thumping. The cracked surface glowing an angry yellow that would have made anyone flee. In fact, Arthur could faintly hear heavy breathing behind him. Sending chills up his back and making the hair on his skin stand on end.
“Here..” he presses in, holding the plate in front of him, “Goes...” he steps across the floorboards slowly, afraid of the creaking that followed, “nothing...!” He’s right before the pounding anchor now. And right on cue, it explodes with a rageful cloud, flame spewing and revealing an equally rageful wraith glaring down at him, large hands out and two seconds from ringing his neck.
Before Arthur shoves the plate down on the table and bolts. Grabbing the door and slamming it shut, and pushing a nearby prepared desk in front of it to barricade it.
A few bangs follow, but soon subsides.
A few hours later, Arthur hears gentle knocking coming from the door, and (dressed up in every charm available in the house because holy shit) unlocks the door...
“Hey Arthur. I’m so sorry. May we talk now..?” Said a sheepish Lewis, now decorated with a gentle smile and guilt.
“Huh..” Vivi says from behind him, “I didn’t think that would work.”
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distractedhistotech · 4 years ago
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MSA + 1 Between: Vivi gets the news
“I…I see.  I’m so sorry,” said Hiro into his phone.  “Is there anything my family and I can do to help?”  Hiro listened to the voice on the phone.  “I understand.  I’ll pass it on before I come over to check on Sydney.  Maybe hearing news from Lance will help her feel a bit better.  I’ll see you then.”  Hiro hung up on the call and let out a sigh.
“Is Sydney okay?” asked Vivi.
“She’s awake and fairly lucid, so her brain wasn’t damaged,” said Hiro.  “However, it appears she’s been cursed like you.”
Vivi blinked.  “Huh?  But I thought she’d be immune to that sort of thing.”
“Not necessarily,” said Hiro.  “She’s highly resistant, but there are ways around that.  For example, if her powers were exhausted and weak at the time the curse was laid on her.”
Vivi winced.  “Oh.  That…Why didn’t that occur to me before?” questioned Vivi.  “That should’ve been obvious.”
Hiro nodded.  “It should have.  No one is invincible, even if they seem that way.”
Vivi bit her lip and hugged herself.  Had she really been so obsessed with awakening her powers that she’d ignored something so simple and obvious?
God, no wonder Sydney had been so angry with her.  “Can I see her.  I…I owe her an apology.”  And so much more.
“Ah.  That’s…Sydney doesn’t want to directly speak with you right now.  Best to give her some time to calm down,” said Hiro.
Vivi suddenly felt chilled to the bone and sick to her stomach all at once.  “Oh.”
Hiro seemed to have noticed it.  “I’m sure passing on messages will be all right.  Maybe take a break from everything.”
Vivi got the feeling he was specifically talking about paranormal investigations.
“And Sydney needs some time to get used to…”  Hiro trailed off.  “She needs to adjust to…”  He went silent.  He closed his eyes and sighed.  “Sydney’s injury became infected and spread to the surrounding area.  It damaged her remaining eye in some way.  She…she’s completely blind.”
Vivi’s world abruptly came to a complete halt.  She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t hear, couldn’t see.
Nothing was right.
Nothing made sense.
Why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why
She just wanted to be like her friends.  Now she was all alone.
Vivi blacked out as Hiro called her name.
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lauritanaomystery · 3 years ago
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Happy Father's Day!!!💖
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flashlighthorns · 5 years ago
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some doodles from today
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