This post was last modified: Jan 8, 2025 at 4:16 AM by Elyk.

Quibby (grinning):
"Well, well, well… who knew all it took to catch a killer was a little confetti and a lot of suspiciously placed adhesive? Grimsby, I always knew you were the ‘no-nonsense’ type – turns out you were the ‘glue-your-enemies-shut’ type too!"

He pauses for effect, placing a wing over his heart.
"In your honor, Inspector, I vow to continue interrupting the peace with unnecessary explosions and inconvenient singing. May your stern gaze forever haunt the next group chat you despise."

Quibby then salutes with a bread roll, takes a theatrical bow, and promptly faints for no apparent reason.

Quibby was the Ultimate Decisive Spring [Average]
+When you dress like one of the three triple ducks from DuckTales, you can cuck a designated player out of an action once per night. When you cuck them, you will sing out loud CUCKTALES, WO-OH. You can only use this ability once per Triplet that you dress as. You can wear a disguise in addition to your DuckTales duck outfit if you want; all you need is the hat and shirt.
-If you lose any blood you will pass out.

Barnaby watches as Grimsby, ever stoic, is led to his fate. With a solemn nod, Barnaby steps forward, removing his glitter-covered hard hat in a rare moment of seriousness.

Barnaby (voice echoing through the room):
"Inspector Grimsby… you were a stern man. A man of order. A man who absolutely despised confetti. But let it be known that despite your crimes, you always kept things… unnecessarily formal."

He pauses, glancing at the trail of glitter left in Grimsby’s wake.

"In another life, perhaps you could’ve embraced the sparkle. But alas… murder’s murder. And no one glues a man’s mouth shut in this house without consequence."

Barnaby places his hard hat over his heart.
"May you find peace… somewhere with less glitter."

As Grimsby is taken away, Barnaby turns back to the group.
"Welp, that was exciting! So… anyone else hungry? I hear the buffet’s still open."

Barnaby was the Ultimate Mature Decision [Garbage]
+Once per night, when you say ROCK AND STONE, all other players near you must immediately reply with ROCK AND STONE. If they are unable to reply with ROCK AND STONE for any reason, they are unable to return to their room that night.
-Every night you will flub one of your actions and cause yourself harm.
+Start the game with a confetti bomb that allows you to teleport to a different room on the same floor. You cannot clean up the confetti.
-Every night a piece of evidence will be fabricated and made to point towards you as suspicious. Revealing this - is immediate death.

[Mr. Neighvenile steps forward, dramatically flipping his coat tails as if delivering the final act of a grand performance. He removes his horse mask just enough to reveal a sly, knowing smile.]

"Ah, Inspector Grimsby… a man of rules, regulations, and unfortunate adhesive accidents. It seems even the most upstanding detectives cannot resist the allure of a well-timed potion swap."

[He pauses, turning to address the rest of the party.]

"Let this serve as a lesson to all – while confetti and glitter may cause minor inconveniences… it’s the silent ones you must truly watch."

[Mr. Neighvenile places the horse mask back on, dramatically pointing to Barnaby and Quibby.]

"And you two – next time I offer a gift, perhaps give it a second look. One never knows what surprises may lurk beneath the feathers."

[He turns, trotting toward the Cat Café, trailing a faint cloud of glitter behind him.]

"As for me, I shall return to the noble companionship of cats. Their judgment, unlike some, is based not on rules… but on the faint scent of peaches."

[With a grand exit, Mr. Neighvenile tosses confetti over his shoulder, disappearing into the soft glow of the café.]

"Justice is served – and so is the chow mein."

Mr. Neighvenile was the Ultimate Lovely Atmosphere [Average]
+Begin the game with a horse mask. This does not show up in body checks.
-You taste like peaches.
-Each night you must give a different player a gift.

This post was last modified: Jan 8, 2025 at 4:45 AM by Tsavorae.

[Bendy McNoodlefist sits up abruptly, arms flailing as he realizes he’s stuck to the floor.]

His role ability has kicked in, removing all positive role abilities and also cleaning up the adhesive from his internals.

"Oh… oh no. This is why I don’t drink things with labels I can’t pronounce."

[He wriggles, trying to peel his arms off the floor, but succeeds only in getting his coat stuck to his face.]

"Alright. No need to panic. Everyone’s probably just hiding because they heard I came back. Understandable. Happens a lot."

[Bendy finally yanks himself free, leaving behind several patches of fabric as evidence of his struggle.]

Bendy heads to the Bone Mower room to check for drag marks or… bones. When nothing turns up, he tosses himself in to finish the job.

The game is now over.

Some minor stuff that wasn't investigated because they wanted to argue instead:

- One of the fortune cookies has a message saying "Beware the Sparkling Miner"
- Grimsby crafted the spaghetti woman using raw filament to seduce Bendy and make him want to drink the strength potion and cure his limp noodle.
- The chicken pistol would not shoot confetti but explode upon firing.
- Grimsby wanted to write a 48 page report in the Dark Room about how Bendy "accidentally" died but was interrupted by Bendy who splashed him with developing fluid and ruined the reports.