Current Events > CYOA: You've been hypnotized into lying every time you speak.

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WafflehouseJK posted...

I'm guessing "E) track the shooter down and sting him" isn't an option?

He got in a car and sped off, your car is two blocks away. He's long gone, for now at least.
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HotLap posted...

Shit is that Math? I don't think I've seen you since the old tinychat days.

It's ya boy

And D
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Can't update tonight, tomorrow is a maybe. Thanks for the patience as always.
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Another A here
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Always worth the wait, no rush ^_^
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Gonna start writing the update now but just giving it a bump so it doesn't purge while I'm writing it. I know I have 6 hours but I get distracted very easily.
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A) Call 911 on the victim's phone.

You take a few deep breaths through gritted teeth to summon the courage to come out from behind the dumpster. As you slowly creep over to the downed dog, you think to yourself, "Maybe she's not actually dead. She only got shot like twice, maximum." You take the final step and are now standing directly over the victim. Nope. She's very dead. This is the most dead person you've ever seen. You think back to the only other dead person you've seen, your father at his wake. Without a doubt, this Scooby lady is more dead than that guy who's been dead for three years. She's so dead, you just called your dead dad "that guy." She's got a bullet slightly left of the center of her chest and another straight in the middle of her forehead. Blood is draining from her head and streaking through her blonde hair. Her eyes have fully rolled back into head as if she's watching her own skull drain.

Someone should probably be told about this. You think about heading inside and telling Reggie about the murder, but your mind drifts back to middle school. You were sitting in seventh grade History when your friend Pete came back from the bathroom and took his seat next to yours. He leaned over and whispered, "Dude, I'm not gonna tell you what's going on, but you need to go to the bathroom."
"What- What's going on in the bathroom?" you ask anyways.
"You have to see for yourself," he says unsurprisingly.
You checked out the hall pass and fearfully marched toward the bathroom. You creak open the door and see the weirdest kid in school, Richard Blanchard laying completely naked on his clothes just going to town on himself. He was technically in a stall, but the bottom of the stall wall is a couple feet from the floor, so he was still in full fucking view of everybody. You gave a solemn nod to mourn the loss of your innocence and slowly closed the door before Richard noticed you.
You returned to your seat, changed for the worse, and asked Pete, "What are we going to do?"
Pete told you he's not going to do anything, leaving you to have the extremely uncomfortable conversation with your teacher about Richard masturbating in the bathroom. It didn't end your friendship, but deep down inside you never forgave Pete for what he did. You never needed to see that. You will never unsee the things you saw in that middle school bathroom. The sight of Richard's richard was Pete's burden to bear, he didn't have to make it yours too.

The sight of this dead Scooby is your burden to bear. Reggie already lives a more complicated life by allowing you to live with him, he doesn't need to see this. You'll have to deal with this on your own. You reach for your cell phone, but stop yourself. You're literally unable to tell the truth and are unsure of what's going to come out of your mouth at any given moment. Maybe you shouldn't report a murder on a phone that can be traced back to you.

The woman's phone is lying on the ground against the brick building next to JJ's. You reach to pick it up, but remember that fingerprints are a thing.You nudge open the dumpster with your elbow and find a dirty paper plate near the top. You use the plate like a crab hand and pick up her phone, but find that it's not responding to the touch of the paper plate. You crouch down next to the victim and shudder as you use several boops of her nose in order to place an emergency call. You take a deep breath. Emergency phone operators usually ask the same series of questions, it should be easy to skirt around the truth while still being helpful. You can do this.
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"911, my name is Bettie. What's your emergency?" a woman's voice with a southern twang answers your call.
"Hi, I was just walking down the street near JJ's Tavern and found a dead woman in a Scooby Doo outfit in the alleyway," you report.
"Mmhmm, and how do you know it's a woman?" she asks.
This wasn't one of the questions you were prepared to answer. You look down at the victim. The costume she's wearing is similar to what the costumes that are worn in Times Square look like, big and blocky. The only reasons you were able to tell she was a woman were her voice and her lowered hood. "Uh, wh-what?"
"She's dressed like Scooby Doo, but you knew she was a girl? Was it one of those slutty Scooby Doo costumes with her titties hanging out?" Bettie asks.
"Um, yeah," you reply. Did the 911 operator just say titties?
"And you're sure she's dead, Daddy?"
"Did you just call me Daddy?" you ask bewildered.
"Aw shit, I'm sorry, Papi. My last job before this one was a phone sex operator. I was doing that for almost twenty years. I'm still new at this and old habits die hard I guess," Bettie explains. "So there's a big breasted Scooby in an alleyway?"
"Yeah I just found her like this, so I'm calling it in. That's all I know," you inform her. Bald, jowls, Van Dyke beard. Bald, jowls, Van Dyke beard. You repeat the man's appearance in your mind over and over again. You don't want to forget him. You might not be able to tonight, but you vow you'll find a way to pass along the information soon.
"And you said the alleyway is outside JJ's Tavern?" Bettie looks for confirmation.
"Yeah it's the alley between JJ's and Mitchell's Bakery." You're not sure what the building next to JJ's is, but it's sure not a pretend bakery.
"Okay," Bettie replies. "And it's still alright if I call you Daddy?"
"Yeah, sure. Whatever," you squirm.
"Does it make you horny?" Bettie whispers.
"Focus, Bettie!" you shout, avoiding the question.
"You need to remain calm, sir! I'm trying to help the best I can," Bettie defends herself. "Now, did you check her pulse?"
"Yep."
"And?"
"She's been shot like three times, so...it wasn't a great pulse," you answer.
Bettie follows up with, "It wasn't strong, but there was a pulse?"
"I don't what I felt, Bettie. Can you just send someone over?" you plead.
"Okay, as I send the police over, I want you to close your eyes. Picture me taking off my blouse and covering the victim's perky Scoobs," Bettie breathes intimately into her headset.
"You're so professional, Bettie. I can't tell you're new at this at all," you compliment her.
"As you release a single tear for all the needless violence in this world, I unzip my skirt and reveal I haven't been wearing any panties this whole time. I quickly-"
"Bettie! Do you need anything else from me?" you cut her off.
"Just one more question, Daddy."
"What is it?"
"Are you turned on?" she says softly.
"NO, BETTIE! I'M NOT TURNED ON, I'M ONLY SCARED!" you admit shamefully. "Are the police on the way?!"
"Yes, they're on-"

You drop Scooby's cell phone once you hear the confirmation. It lands directly on the victim's chest hole and causes a small blood splash. Luckily, none of the blood from the splash got on you. Unluckily, the blood pool below the woman expanded while you were on the phone with a 911 operator who is surely to be fired in a matter of hours. The front half of your shoes are now standing in a blood puddle.
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You quickly tuck the paper plate into your bee costume while trying to think of how to proceed but all you've got so far is "shit."

What do you do?

A) Take off your shoes and hide them in the dumpster.
B) Stay at the crime scene and explain everything to the police as best you can.
C) Head inside the bar and try to find a way to wash off the blood.
D) Remove your shoes and start walking home, keeping an eye out for ways to clean the blood on the way.
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Bump.
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C. I want more costume shenanigans.
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WafflehouseJK posted...

C. I want more costume shenanigans.

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