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One Of Us

A Scooby Doo: Mystery Incorporated/Mystery Skulls Crossover

Chapter Ten

Ghost

When the passengers of the Mystery Machine first laid eyes on the Mystery Skulls’ mansion, their immediate first impression of it was that it absolutely 100% looked like a haunted house.

It was bigger than Fred and Shaggy’s mansions, but smaller than Daphne’s. And it wasn’t as pristine as any of their homes. In fact, the place looked a bit decrepit - three stories and mainly black, save its accents of dark mauve and its bright purple windows. The forest of thick, twisted brambles that surrounded the mansion perfectly accented the crooked window frames and menacing gothic architecture.

“Wow. They were really trying to advertise ‘haunted house’, when they designed this place, weren’t they?” Velma asked dryly.

“They could use a gardener.” Daphne agreed.

“I could build some serious traps around this place!” Fred gushed.

Shaggy gulped. “Like, please tell me you guys do not live here. ”

Scooby whimpered in agreement.

“Yep,” Mystery replied, unbothered. “Home sweet home.”

Fred followed Lewis’ lead in parking out front, and the seven of them piled out of the Mystery Machine right at the same time Lewis and Vivi were getting out of the Mystery Skulls’ van.

“Here it is,” Lewis said with a dramatic sweep of one arm, “La casa de los Calaveras Misteriosas!”

“Okay - I thought you were fucking with us when you said you lived in a haunted mansion, but just looking at this place, I might I believe it now.” Ricky said.

“Are you okay with that?” Lewis asked. “You too, Shaggy. Nothing in there will hurt you, but I know you guys have been through a lot today.”

“If it’s too much, it’s okay. We can always stay at one of your houses instead,” Vivi offered.

“I’m fine.” Ricky said, but there was a tremor to his voice. “You said whatever’s in there is harmless, and I believe you. Whatever the kids want,” he shrugged, hands in his pockets.

Mystery Inc. looked at each other. Then they looked at Shaggy, who… was not used to getting much of a say in such matters.

“Like um… if they say so. If Mr. E trusts it then like, I guess I do too.”

“Okay, Shag. If you say so then I guess we’re in too,” Fred said. “Besides: Pericles knows about the rest of our homes, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s watching them. Shaggy’s parents may notice he’s not acting like himself, Daphne’s house isn’t well protected enough, and in spite of all my traps Pericles has breached my house before.”

“'Breached' doesn’t even begin to cover it.” Daphne said.

Shaggy and Scooby shuddered at the memory of ‘Evil Pizza’.

“Okay then, but feel free to change your minds.” Lewis said.

“Alright everyone, before we lead you in, there are some things we need to tell you about,” Vivi said.

“First of all, as I said, nothing in there will hurt you.” Lewis said with certainty. “I am Master of this house and all the spirits that reside in it. And you are here as my guests. Which means they are bound to be curious, but they will be cordial. And if they’re not, then they get to deal with me.”

“But like,” Shaggy gulped, “what can you do against- g-ghosts?”

“Any number of things. I could drain their energy, rendering them temporarily unable to interact with the tangible. I could also banish them to the Neitherworld. Or worse - I could exercise them. Punishment fits the crime.” Lewis shrugged, as casually as talking about the weather.

“Trust us - they know not to do anything to incur Lewis’ wrath.” Mystery insisted. Vivi nodded profusely behind him.

“Jeepers,” Daphne muttered.

“Alright then, what should we expect?” Velma asked.

“There are many different kinds of ghosts,” Vivi explained. “When most people hear ‘ghost’, they immediately think of the souls of the dead still walking the Earth, or inhuman entities from another plane. But in truth, those are rare. Most paranormal activity is caused by manifestations of energy. Some are powerful and focused enough to form a certain level of sentience, others act more randomly. These can form for any number of reasons. Especially in and around high-energy public spaces or in and around places with rich history. Or sometimes in response to tremendously powerful intent from a single person or group. They can even form from spare energy being emitted by another more powerful entity. Paranormal activity also sometimes happens as a recollection of the past - energy left behind by tremendous events creates echoes for centuries to come. It’s not the souls of the people involved and they usually aren’t sentient. Think of it as bits and pieces of a recording playing back on loop.

“As for our house, there are very few formerly living human spirits here. A mix of the factors I just told you about is what causes most of the paranormal activity here, and what created most of our spirits.”

Lewis led them through the front gate - black iron, surrounded by a fence-height brickwork wall. Then up a set of brick stairs to the front doors. He paused to let all nine of them get under the portico, before the doors suddenly unlocked themselves and the double doors swung open unaided.

Lewis and Vivi entered first, and Mystery stood behind their guests to bring up the rear. All of Mystery Incorporated shrank together a bit behind Fred. Ricky, who stood apart from the younger Mystery Incorporated, visibly stiffened and gulped. His heart was racing and his breaths were coming out short. But yet another thing from a happier time came to mind.

“It’s okay Ricky,” Cassidy would always tell him when his anxiety started to overwhelm him. “You just need to breathe. Deep breath in… deep breath out…”

He could only wish in vain that her hand was still here for him to hold.

Then the six guests stepped into the haunted house.

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“E?” Marcie asked, confused from where she was, halfway out of the air vent with her hands braced against the wall.

The room she’d come out in was a living room furnished minimally yet tastefully in deep purple, brown, and black with dark wood furniture and silver light fixtures and lamps. With a few touches of yellow and red here and there.

Directly below Marcie was a large black leather couch, which her bag had landed on. And Mr. E was standing in front of it, hands in his pockets, looking up at her with a third pink ghost lounging across his shoulders where Professor Pericles would usually be.

“Um… yeah. About that. We’ll talk in a minute, but how about we get you on the ground first?” Mr. E asked, picking her bag up from the couch and beckoning her down.

That’s not Mr. E.

This person looked like him, sounded like him, dressed like him. But he didn’t act like him. Didn’t talk like him. Didn’t even move like him. His handwriting was different - she’d noticed that when reading the note card. His scowl wasn’t there, nor was the hardness in his eyes. And he was friends with ghosts . Which led Marcie to a conclusion that was nothing short of impossible .

“You’re not Mr. E.”

Surprise flickered across his face, but then he smiled at her. “That’s right. I’m not,” He admitted.

“Then who are you? What are you?”

“Like I said,” Not-E said. “That’s a conversation best had with you not way up there.”

Nope. I’ve seen these movies. Fuck this.

Marcie started to back up, back into the vent, but something behind her gave a hard shove. And suddenly she was tumbling out of the hole and falling onto the couch below.

“Ow…” she groaned. Shit , she’d forgotten about the other ghost!

“Hey! That wasn’t nice!” Not-E scolded. The second ghost, who was up near the ceiling shutting the vent, made a mischievous giggling sound in response.

“Are you alright?” Not-E asked gently.

“Don’t touch me!” Marcie snapped, smacking his hand away from where he’d reached over to help. “Where am I? Who are you?”

“Oh no, you’re right. I’m sorry. I should have asked permission to touch you, first.” He apologized, handing her bag back to her and backing away. “To answer your questions, you’re in Mr. E’s uh… apartment? Condo? Hobbit-hole? Dwelling ? No idea what you even call it, but he lives here. And yes, you’re right. I’m not Ricky. But I am a person. I’m not a… creature or whatever possessing him, if that’s what you were worried about.” He laughed nervously at that, and Marcie noticed that he was clutching one arm tightly, like it was a habit.

“Now, this next part is going to sound completely nuts. But in a bizarre turn of events,” he explained, “Ricky- sorry, Mr. E, Shaggy, and I have as of this morning wound up in a three-way body swap. As you can see, I’m in E’s body. Mr. E is in Shaggy’s, and Shaggy is in mine.”

“Shaggy? You mean Velma’s friend? From Mystery Incorporated?”

“Green shirt with the talking dog? That’s him.” Not-E nodded.

He’s lost his mind . “Okay then… whoever you are… so you’ve been body-swapped with Mr. E and Shaggy. Then who are you ?” Marcie demanded.

Not-E sat down in a black armchair opposite of her, a familiar keytar leaning against the wall beside him. “Could you please pull up the email I sent you this morning?” He asked, putting one leg up in his chair in an entirely not-Mr. E-type-manner.

Not taking her eyes off of him for more than a split second at a time, Marcie retrieved her laptop from her bag, opened it, unlocked it, and did as he had asked. And all the while he just sat there, harmless as a puppy, looking at her earnestly with those weirdly gentle eyes. “Alright. It’s pulled up.”

“Did you watch the video?” He asked.

“Of the Mystery Skulls? Yeah, I did.”

“Could you pull that up please and start it? Then turn the laptop around?”

Again, she did as he’d asked. And when she turned the laptop around, he watched the video for a few moments before he said, “Pause it there.”

Not seeing what was on the screen, Marcie complied. Then finally, Not-E moved. He leaned forward in the armchair and pointed directly at the screen. “That’s me.”

Marcie turned the laptop back around, and her eyes nearly bugged out of her head with shock. The video had paused on a close up of a young man in an orange vest with a very familiar looking pink wisp peeking over his shoulder as he played with the rest of the band.

“It’s nice to meet you, Marcie. My name is Arthur.”

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The foyer that Fred, Daphne, Velma, Shaggy, Scooby, and Ricky found themselves in was equal parts luxurious, classy, and spooky. Pinkish redwood floors and paneling contrasted vividly with pinstriped purple wallpaper. Jagged hearts were a recurring theme. A decadent stairwell led up to the second floor balcony, with hallways on each side of it. And on either side of the foyer were wide doorways that led into a sitting room and a dining room. The space was lit by scattered rose gold candelabra and a matching chandelier hanging from the ceiling, aglow with pink flame.

“This place is awesome!” Fred was already scheming places to put traps.

“Yeah, from the outside I didn’t have a lot of hope but this is really classy. Love the purple.” Daphne admired the decor.

Scooby suddenly yelled and jumped into Shaggy’s arms.

“Like, what is it, Scoob?” Shaggy asked.

The dog just whimpered and pointed to their left, but there was nothing there.

“What was that?” Ricky asked, looking down one of the hallways.

“Jeepers, I think I saw something move too!” Daphne cried.

And indeed, there were glowing pink shapes darting from wall to wall, peeking out from behind door frames.

“Don’t be afraid everyone,” Vivi said gently.

“They’re just curious,” Lewis said, “They can tell Ricky and Shaggy aren't themselves. Not to mention we don’t exactly have guests often. These are the most common and obvious spirits you’ll encounter here. We call them the Dead Beats.”

“Dead Beats! Isn’t that what Arthur wanted?” Ricky exclaimed.

“Yep. I’ve already sent him three - as he requested. Back at the hilltop.”

“Like, he wanted ghosts? ” Shaggy cried, putting Scooby down.

Lewis nodded. “It makes sense. The Dead Beats can get places where humans can’t with ease, they are powerful enough to interact with the tangible, and they can go places easily without being seen. There’s at least a million different ways they could be of use.”

“Would you like to meet one?” Vivi asked.

All six of them gulped. “D-do we have to?” Scooby whimpered.

“No.” Lewis said immediately. “I can order them to keep away from you, but they may still try to get a peek.”

“They’re not vicious - most of the time.” Mystery said.

“Think of them like musical housecats,” Vivi said.

“Or mischievous little kids,” Mystery added.

There came a few slightly indignant-sounding noises from the Dead Beats.

“I want to meet one!” Velma stepped forward before her courage failed her.

“Are you sure, Velma?” Daphne asked.

“Guys. We’ve spent most of our teenage years investigating fake ghosts. And now after all this time, I not only learn that real ones exist, but I also get the opportunity to meet one! This isn’t an opportunity I’m passing up!”

“Be careful, Velma.” Scooby said with a whine, ears drooping.

“Alright you heard her,” Lewis said with a beckoning finger. “One of you.”

There came a series of clangs, rustlings, and bumps accompanied by layered whispers, coos, warbles, and squeaks as the Dead Beats sorted it out amongst themselves.

Then a ghost popped out of the right hallway.

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After Arthur explained the situation to her, Marcie needed a few minutes to herself to process.

Mr. E was one of the good guys now?

The treasure was cursed? And there was an evil entity attached to it?

Mr. E was one of the good guys now?

Body-swapping, ghosts, and other such supernatural things were real?

AND MR. E WAS ONE OF THE GOOD GUYS NOW?

She was pretty sure some of the other stuff Arthur claimed should have shocked her a lot more. But nope - that was the one that blew her mind the most. If what Arthur said was true, then not only was that grouchy wretch of a man trying to be better, but he’d also been even more of a prisoner than she was for the past week , and Marcie hadn’t noticed.

Granted - she hadn’t exactly seen a lot of Mr. E in the past couple weeks. And come to think of it, it seemed as if he’d been avoiding her. All of his recent orders for her had been technical tasks that she now realized served the purpose of keeping her as far away from the center of Destroido - and therefore from the Original Mystery Incorporated - as possible. She’d suspected it was because they were planning something he didn’t want her finding out about. But after Arthur told her what had really been happening… Maybe it was because while planning the coup, he hadn’t wanted Marcie to get caught in any possible crossfire? And after it went wrong, he’d been trying to keep her as far away as possible because he’d known that he had no power to protect her from Pericles anymore? So in his own way… he’d been trying to protect her?

Mr. E had been protecting her?

The same guy who had been blackmailing her into working for him for the past few months now?

It was an insane concept to think about.

Not only that, but the way Arthur claimed Mr. E was being ‘controlled’ was pretty far-fetched too.

And yet - he had proof that Marcie couldn’t ignore.

“I can show you.” He said firmly when she expressed her doubts.

“Show me?”

“The capsule. Or the whatever-it-is that Pericles stuck in E’s back. I had the Dead Beats look for it earlier and they found it,” Not-E/Arthur told her. Then he stood up, shed his jacket, turned around, and reached to take his shirt off.

Marcie had not expected him to strip, so she momentarily looked away, mortified. Then she realized he wasn’t taking his shirt off , just lifting up the back of it. One of the Dead-Beats then came up and pointed to a spot in his mid-lumbar region along his spine. “If you want proof, it’s right there,” Arthur said, his back still to her. “If you look where my friend is pointing, there’s a little mark that’s healing over, which is probably where Pericles put it in. And if you look right there between that spot and my spinal column, just- well. Show her.”

Then the Dead Beat suddenly stuck its tail inside Mr. E’s lower back - Marcie saw him jerk at the undoubtedly odd sensation - and it lit up bright pink, like there was a light inside his body shining outwards, showing bone and tissue as clearly as an MRI. She could see everything moving as he breathed and as his veins and arteries pulsed with each beat of his heart. And sure enough, right where he said it would be, there was… something . A small, dark cylindrical shape with a pointed end - about the size of a large pill.

“What the- what the heck am I looking at?” Marcie asked incredulously, unable to resist coming closer for a better look. Marcie reached out to touch, but suddenly reminded herself who she was dealing with and snatched her hand back.

“You can touch it if you want,” Arthur said, as if he had eyes in the back of his head. “But you have to press down kind of hard to feel it. It's in pretty deep. If this thing’s gonna come out, it’s going to need to be surgically removed. Otherwise I’d be plotting to cut it out somehow. Or I imagine Ricky already would have tried.”

Inquisitive as ever Marcie did as he said, though touching Mr. E wasn’t exactly enjoyable. But sure enough, what she was seeing was no illusion or trick of the light. When she pressed down on the skin, just as he had said, she could feel that there was indeed something there. It was some kind of implant. And whatever it was, it most certainly didn’t belong there.

“Sorry, this is all the proof I’ve got at the moment.” Not E- Arthur apologized as he fixed his shirt and put his coat back on.

“No, it’s proof enough - proof enough at least that there’s something in there. But what, I can’t say.” Marcie had said, sitting back down on the sofa opposite of him.

“As I told you,” he said as he resumed his own seat, “It’s a torture device. I’ve felt it first hand. All Pericles has told Ricky about it is that it contains mutated cobra larvae - which I believe means that this thing has to be some kind of remote-operated self-sustaining micro-incubator for fetal cobras that have been genetically altered to not grow past their fetal stage. Cuz you know - cobras are venomous even before they're born.”

“I know that,” Marcie said. “And they’re even more dangerous when they’re young, because their venom is much more concentrated. Not to mention that cobra venom is a neurotoxin - it’s designed to attack the nervous system. Which means theoretically, if that really is what you think it is, then having even a tiny bit of that stuff released to a hot spot of the nervous system as important as the spinal column would be not only unimaginably painful, but also potentially life-threatening.”

“It is,” Arthur sighed. “Poor Ricky… he’s had to endure that sometimes more than once per day for the past week. Having experienced it myself just once , I can tell you that I cannot blame him for not making any escape attempts or calling for help. I’ve never experienced Ricky at his worst like you have, so I understand it may be easy to judge him or to blame him. But… if you knew what I know, then I don’t think you would.”

“Why do you keep calling him that?”

“What?”

“Ricky ? I mean - I think I’ve heard members of the Original Mystery Inc. call E that, but I’ve never heard anyone else do it before. If you really did just meet E today, then why are you on a first-name basis with him already?”

“Oh. To be honest, I didn’t really think about it. I started doing it and he never corrected me, so I guess he didn’t mind. I mean - I’m literally in his shoes right now, so doesn’t it kind of make sense that we’d be on a first-name basis? Especially after… some of the stuff we talked about.”

And he told her what he knew.

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Whatever it was each of them had been expecting, it wasn’t this.

This had to be the most non-threatening looking ghost any of them had ever seen. Granted - Fred, Daphne, Velma, Shaggy, Scooby, and Ricky had never actually seen a real ghost before, but the fake ones they were used to were usually much more terrifying than this.

The Dead Beat wasn’t a vengeful apparition or a graveyard ghoul - rather, it was a small, bright pink wisp of a spirit. Gliding tentatively through the air in a serpentine pattern as it approached. Its head - which had a little point on top as if it was wearing a hat - was tilted curiously as it peered at Velma with bright golden eyes that matched the pulsing heart on the center of its chest.

Velma gulped and reached a hand out as far as she could. The Dead Beat floated in front of her for a moment, giving Velma a seemingly timid inspection. Before it suddenly darted forwards and booped her on the nose with a teeny arm and a playful “beep!” Then it zipped back into the dark hall from whence it had come. There came a chorus that sounded suspiciously like giggling when all of their guests nearly jumped out of their skins.

Lewis looked at the unseen Dead Beats with a look of pure disappointment on his face, hands on his hips. “Was that really necessary? Are you all proud of yourselves?”

One of them made a squeak that sounded suspiciously like “Yes!” that sent the others into another round of giggles.

Vivi snorted, which directed that same disappointment at her. “I’m sorry, but that was adorable.” She giggled.

Lewis shook his head. “Shameless,” He chastised. But he was smiling too.

The Dead Beat poked its head out of the hall again and made a couple of noises.

“Well if you want to make friends, you shouldn’t start by startling them!” Lewis scolded.

The little ghost cooed apologetically.

“That’s what Lewis gets for being Master of the house,” Vivi turned to their guests and explained. “He can understand them as easily as he hears us speaking English.”

“Yeah, ‘English’ by a bunch of sugar-crazed kindergarteners,” Lewis grumbled.

“Which is worse? The Deadbeats or your sisters?” Vivi asked.

“Yes.”

Velma laughed, her racing heart slowing to its normal speed. “Well, they seem sorry. And they don’t seem mean.”

Ricky took a deep breath and stepped forward beside her. He was the adult. He really should have been the one to volunteer first. And if Arthur was friends with these creatures, then he supposed that he should trust them too.

Right as he did, a Dead Beat was sneaking out of one of the doorways and coming up to him. Vivi said they were like cats, right? Ricky wasn’t averse to cats. Remembering when he’d petted Mystery back in the van, Ricky reached out. When the Dead Beat leaned into his touch, he started scratching its head and running his hand along its body down to its tail. It was… odd. The little creature seemed to be both there and not there at the same time. Like he was touching solid air. It was a contradiction, and it didn’t make sense, but that was his only way of describing it. The Dead Beat purred happily, its long, cold wispy tail weaving between his fingers. Ricky laughed incredulously under his breath. Yesterday he was a slave in his own home, and now here he was, in a haunted house petting a ghost!

“Oh, now you’ve done it.” Mystery said.

“Done what-” But no sooner had Ricky said it, he was surrounded by the friendly ghosts, pressing up against him, trilling for pets. Ricky laughed, in spite of himself, suddenly reminded of a lifetime ago, when his actual body had been this age, and he’d been mobbed like this by his neighbors’ litter of puppies.

And Mystery Incorporated… watched. Slack-jawed. Was this really the Mr. E they knew?

Or perhaps… they hadn’t known him as well as they’d thought from the start.

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Marcie listened with rapt attention as Arthur told her a wild and fantastical tale. About a powerful supernatural mystery-solving gang called The Mystery Skulls . About the otherworldly beings in the strange plane known as ‘The Sitting Room’, and the encounter he'd had there with Mr. E and Shaggy. About the Annunaki and Nibiru. And about the cursed treasure and the entity that needed to be destroyed.

It was insane. It was complete and utter madness. And yet the more he talked, the more convinced Marcie became that the person sitting across from her really wasn’t Mr. E. Or at least he didn’t think he was.

“How do I know I can believe this? Any of this?” She asked when he was done. “Maybe parts of it are true, but maybe Mr. E’s just lost his mind and has split up into multiple personalities or something. That definitely sounds more plausible than an interdimensional being swapping your bodies. Or any of the other crazy stuff you’ve told me!”

“That’s just it - you don’t,” Arthur shrugged. “But whoever I am, I’m plotting to rebel against Professor Pericles - who I know you don’t like. And I’m friends with Velma - who I know you do like. So maybe I am crazy. But regardless, helping me benefits you.”

“Helping you?”

“Yeah, Marcie. Why do you think we're having this conversation? I really, really, really need your help. I have a plan. And if it works, then Ricky will be free of this ,” he jabbed a thumb over his shoulder, gesturing to his back, “and of Professor Pericles. That’s what I wanted to accomplish from the start for my own personal reasons. But on a practical level - a we’re-at-war level, accomplishing this is also the smart thing to do. If we set Mr. E free, he’ll be able to become a permanent ally of Mystery Incorporated and my friends - who are working together now. Which means we not only get him (and he seems like a really smart guy to me) but we also take Destroido and its resources away from Professor Pericles. And there are a few things I also wanted to accomplish before our escape to really make sure he’s left with nothing. Basically, on Ricky's behalf, we’re facilitating the breakup of a decades-long manipulative, toxic, abusive, and one-sided relationship, and I intend to make it as messy as possible on the way out the door.”

“Which sounds all well and good to me,” Marcie said. “I can’t stand that bird, And if the plan is to screw him over then I’m in. But how do I know that the real E is going to be with us after we set him free? Or that you’re Arthur Kingsmen?”

“Well - consider this: If I’m just Mr. E minus his marbles, then that doesn’t exactly explain where these guys came from, now does it?” He asked with a cocked brow, pointing to the Dead Beats.

And try as she might, Marcie couldn’t argue with that. She’d already tried to debunk them. She’d searched the whole room for anything that could make the little ghosts into something more logical than what they seemed to be.

But she’d come up empty.

They were real.

Ghosts were real. And whoever this was, they were friends with him.

So maybe the other crazy things he’d told her about were true, too.

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“Like you guys were right. They’re not so bad.” Shaggy said between giggles as the Dead Beats swarmed over him and his friends.

“I like giving them a hard time, but they really are wonderful,” Lewis admitted, giving the one across his shoulders a scratch.

All of the Dead Beats heard him and stopped in their tracks to make an affectionate trilling noise that could have been mistaken for an ‘awwwww’.

“When I first… moved into this house, I was alone for a while. And the original six were the best company I could have asked for. The same has applied to all the others since.”

“Original six? You mean there weren’t always this many?” Daphne asked.

“That’s right,” Lewis nodded. “The Dead Beats are intelligent manifestations of energy that are, for reasons I won’t get into right now, tied to me. They serve me and act in my interests, which extends to my friends as well. When I first- started in the paranormal, there were just six of them. But as time has gone on and I’ve grown more powerful, more have manifested. Sometimes on accident, sometimes on purpose, and sometimes without me realizing it. As of now, there are thirty-six total. Thirty-three here, and three of the originals are with Arthur.”

“That’s interesting,” Mr. E said suddenly. “Those are all magic numbers.”

Everyone looked at him expectantly.

“What? They are.” Ricky said a little quieter, not liking all of the eyes on him. “36 is one of the ‘magic numbers’ in physics pertaining to atoms and the number of electrons in filled electron shells. And in numerology, the number 6 - as in the original number of Dead Beats - is related to…” He trailed off.

‘You’re rambling again, Vögelchen.’ An old voice said in his head. ‘Do you really think some silly coincidences in numbers are relevant?’

“Sorry. It was just a thought.” He gulped, uncomfortably looking away.

“No keep going,” Mystery urged, tail wagging. The others were looking at him as if they wanted him to continue.

Ricky swallowed and finished his train of thought. “The number 6 is related to the sun. And it’s supposed to be powerful and masculine, so it’s often tied to security and responsibility. In Tarot cards, it's represented by the Lovers.

“And the number 3 is believed to be the most powerful of all numbers. Triangles, which have three sides and three angles, are the strongest of all shapes. And in numerology the number 3 is sometimes it's connected to the fates, or the land, sea, and sky, or to the mental, physical, and spiritual, etc. In some traditions it represents youth and things like imagination, humor, happiness, and upbeat energy - which obviously ties in a lot to these little guys,” he said, pointing to the Dead Beats.

“And the number 33 in Tarot cards is represented by The Promise, which brings ‘assistance through honesty and love’.”

“He’s right,” Vivi said, impressed.

“How do you know all that?” Scooby asked.

“Like, yeah. You never seemed like a mystical dude to me,” Shaggy said.

“I was once a meddling kid too, you know,” Ricky shrugged. “I had to research numerology once for a mystery and it was kind of interesting, so a lot of the information just never left my brain. What can I say? A lifetime of needing to research many different topics has left my mind a plethora of random knowledge.”

Wow. Mr. E stood in Pericles’ shadow for so long, somehow I forgot that he’s a genius too, Velma thought to herself. “How did I ever think you were Shaggy?” She asked incredulously, shaking her head at herself.

“That,” Ricky said, “is a whole other mystery.”

Everyone else snorted.

“What I’m surprised about,” Mystery said to Lewis, “is that you sent any of the originals to do something. I thought you preferred to keep them close.”

“I do,” said Lewis. “But the original six are the most coordinated, and they’ve learned more than the rest. And if this is all I can do for Arthur right now, then he deserves the best I have to give.”

They all fell into another uncomfortable silence, the heaviness of Arthur’s absence bearing down on them.

“Hey, you know something?” Vivi asked, trying desperately to lighten the mood, “We still haven’t shown them the best part!”

Vivi’s statement triggered a sudden excitement among the Dead Beats, who knew immediately what she was talking about. In an instant three of them were clambering over each other to shoot off into the house somewhere for something.

“Please can we show them the best part?” She asked again, hopping excitedly.

“Well, given that they’ve already gone off for your guitar, I’d say the decision has already been made,” Lewis laughed.

“What’s the best part?” Fred asked.

༻˚⁺･⚉｡○✼༓☾⦾♫෴♡💛♡෴♫⦾☽༓✼○｡⚉･⁺˚༺

“They like music?” Marcie asked, her face scrunched with confusion.

“More like they love music.” Arthur laughed.

The Dead Beats around him were trilling excitedly, weaving between his legs as he sat in Mr. E’s armchair, E’s keytar in his lap.

“Hold on guys, hold on. This isn’t mine, remember? So I have to be extra careful with it.”

Marcie sat on the sofa and watched Arthur mess with Mr. E’s keytar for a few minutes before it was set the way he wanted it.

"By the way,” Arthur said. “Not sure if you know this, but Ricky actually has a pretty good voice. You're in for a treat. Sorry if I miss a few notes by the way - I usually play this song on the key-board , not the key-tar .”

Then he started bobbing his head - just as the band in the video had. And he began to play.

At the same moment back at the manor, the Dead Beats had just dropped Vivi’s guitar into her arms. And right away, head bobbing, she began to play too.

And the Dead Beats began to dance.

It was beautiful, the way they moved through the air like intelligent flickers; pink lights burning bright in the dim foyer. And the music! This was different from anything Ricky had ever played but… he liked it. Cassidy would have loved it. Retro electric funk, with harmonies that reminded him of the disco she’d loved so much.

As for Marcie, she had heard Mr. E play his keytar plenty of times. But she’d never heard him play like this. She didn’t know much about music, but she knew enough to know that this song was an entirely different chord and style than anything she’d ever heard from Mr. E.

And the Dead Beats, to the surprise of both audiences, were extremely musical - for not only were they dancing along in sync, but they were also singing along to fill in the missing notes from the roles of the band that weren’t present.

It was at that moment, on opposite sides of Crystal Cove, that Arthur Kingsmen and Lewis Pepper began to sing.

And Arthur had been right.

Mr. E could sing.

“Uh.

Cause’ the world might do me in,

It’s alright ‘cause I’m with friends.

Guess I’m giving up again,

It doesn’t matter.”

In the depths of Destroido, the three Dead Beats came up behind Arthur and hummed the background vocals,

“Ooh ooh ooh”

Back at the Mystery Skulls’ mansion, their guests were finding that the foyer had shockingly amazing acoustics for their miniature concert.

“Had me feelin’ like a ghost.

And that’s what I hate the most!”

Lewis sang, and the Dead Beats lined up along each side of the stairway railing and along the walls, bobbing and swaying hypnotically to the beat.

“Guess I’m givin’ up again

This time,”

The Dead Beats came in all around for the background vocals,

“This time,

This time,”

“This time I might just disappear!”

Then the music really went off!

And together yet miles apart, Lewis, Arthur, Vivi, and the Dead Beats played their band’s greatest song.

“Try and hear me, then I’m done.

‘Cause I might just say this once.

Seen this play out in my dream.

It doesn’t matter!”

“Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmmm!” Hummed the Dead Beats.

“Tired of givin’ up the ghost.

Fuck, it’s you I hate the most!

Maybe there’s no garuntee,

It doesn’t matter!”

“Uuuuh!

This time I might just disappear!”

On opposite sides of Crystal Cove, Shaggy, Scooby, Fred, Velma, Daphne, Ricky and Marcie listened to the Mystery Skulls play. And as the tempo slowed again and the guitar and keytar fell silent, they couldn’t help but be struck by the song’s words.

And knowing what they did now about the Mystery Skulls, they couldn’t help but wonder if there was even more to them than met the eye.

The Fic Title and Chapter text is entirely pink this time in honor of the gang FINALLY arriving at Lewis' mansion and in honor of the Dead Beats - this was really a chapter for them to shine! I know I just said it literally one chapter ago, but this was also one of my favorite chapters to write. I loved the idea of these mystery solvers who have always INVESTIGATED real ghosts finally meeting real ones. And under friendly circumstances too, so they were in a situation where they can just be curious and wonderstruck without any terror or running away. As I said, this was definitely a big chapter for the Dead Beats! And I figured I'd swarm Ricky with them because- well why not? Dead Beats are wonderful and adorable, and Ricky could use the snuggles. It seems like I say it in my notes/comments on every chapter but - bless his heart. And I loved being able to put the scene with Arthur and Lewis singing the same song at the same time here on Tumblr, because this site's formatting lets me change the colors the font, so I could really make it seem like they were singing together! AND now I am finally caught up! All chapters that are presently posted on AO3 are now also posted on Tumblr!!! 😄 And now that I'm all caught up, I finally feel that I can post chapter eleven!!! Keep your eye on your tumblrs, readers. Because I just might post it here a day or so before I post it on AO3. Either tonight or tomorrow morning! As they say in the Hazbin Hotel fandom: S̷̨͖̜̙͚̣͎͛̅̽͆͊̆̓̚ẗ̸̨̡̧̢̛̞̭͔̄͋̈́̒̃̑̂a̶̞̪̯̺̪̻̲͆͌͋͐̾̉͘̕y̵̢̱͇̞̽̍͂̈͛̇ ̸͉͓̣̤̫̹͗T̵̫̙͖͚͎̞̄͘û̷̦́̂̓̆̀̚n̵͕̞̙̺̙̤͇͐̈́̋́̑̀̚͝e̶̝̥̗̮̼̯̬̯̓̐͋͝ḑ̸̻͓̠̃̉̒̒̀̌.̶̢̩̯͐̍͒̉͊̃̔̚

Chapters One through Ten of 'One of Us' are presently posted on Archive of Our Own.

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maniacwatchestheworld · 4 years

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It’s not exactly history, but still. A happy Daphne is a precious Daphne is a good Daphne. Any time she’s happy or excited about going somewhere is a plus to me!

#daphne blake #Scooby-Doo #the scooby doo show #Jeepers It's the Jaguaro!#scooby doo daphne #scooby doo #the scooby-doo show #jeepers its the jaguaro #daphne loves history #and you can pry that headcanon from my cold dead hands!

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anamelessblade · 5 years

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shaggy stopped actually saying ‘zoinks’ when he was around 16 or so, but still definitely thinks it.

#about (shaggy);#gjeorigejrogi I JUST cannot see him still saying that... sound. idk what it is #like at least daphne says 'jeepers' and even 'jinkies' doesn't sound weird #but /zoinks/ kills me bc it's like 'yikes' but ...#anyway point is shaggy doesnt say it in any verse unless its teen verse gjergjae #IT'LL BE THERE. JUST IN THE TEXT #why do i mention this?? bc im writing a reply and thats in there xD

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fangirl-writes · 3 years

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Scooby and the Gang

Platonic The Pogues x Reader (JJ x Reader if you squint)

Warning(s): Weed smoking (reader is high for like the whole story)

Notes: Let’s be real, the pogues are basically the scooby gang give or take some traits. All they need is a talking dog.

Summary: JJ gives you some hits of his joint and you start blabbering on about Scooby-Doo.

“You know,” You said, leaning back over the side of the HMS Pogue, sunglasses perched on your face as you looked up at the sky. “With this whole treasure hunt thing, we’re kinda like Scooby and the gang.”

The Pogues laughed.

“Y/N, how high are you?” Pope asked, taking a sip of his beer.

You lifted your head to look at him and scrunched your thumb and pointer finger together, almost touching but not quite. “Only a little.”

JJ, who was smoking the rest of the joint, started cackling. “Who’s who, Y/N?”

You tapped your finger on your chin as if deep in thought. “Hmmm. John B. is Fred, I guess. Handsome, the leader, drives us around in his van.”

“Plus he wears that stupid scarf around his neck,” JJ chimed in, pulling at the cloth around John B.’s neck.

John B. smacked his hand away.

“Kiara is Daphne,” You continued, not paying attention to the boys’ scuffle, your head back to its previous position hanging over the side of the boat. The waves splashed against your hair. “She’s pretty, confident, Fred’s right hand lady...”

Kiara smiled, kicking your foot. “How much Scooby Doo have you watched?”

“Oh she’s got all the DVD and boxed sets at her house,” JJ said. “Surprised it’s taken her this long!”

You, registering this comment, flipped JJ the bird. “Pope is probably Velma. The smart one, sarcastic, skeptical.”

You shot up, pointing at JJ. “Guess that makes you the stoner!”

JJ put the joint in his mouth, raising his hands up in air, accepting the somewhat praise.

You fell into a fit of laughter at his reaction, curling up to hold your stomach as you laughed.

“Ooookay,” Pope spoke up. “JJ you’re not allowed to give Y/N any more weed.”

JJ made a frowny face at him. “But she’s so much fun like this! Like our own talking dog!”

You gasped sitting up and looking at him with wide eyes. “I’m Scooby Doo?”

“Your Scooby Doo!” JJ replied, leaning down to your level.

“I’m Scooby Doo!” You shouted, jumping into JJ’s arms.

He caught you easily, turning to the other Pogues. “Seriously, can’t we keep her this way?”

You snuggled into his neck, grinning stupidly at the others.

“After we get the gold maybe we should start traveling the country solving mysteries,” Kiara joked.

“I don’t think John B’s van could make it out of Outer Banks let alone across the country,” Pope replied with a grin and a sip of his beer.

John B. kicked him with his foot. “Dude don’t be dissing the van!”

“Ruh-Roh,” you said loudly, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

Your face turned red, burying your face into JJ’s neck again with a silly grin.

“Jinkies!” Pope said, smiling.

“Jeepers!” Kiara added through her laugh.

“Zoinks!” JJ said, holding his blunt high in the air.

“Fuck!” John B. shouted, causing everyone to fall into a fit of laughter again.

The Scooby Gang indeed.

#outer banks x reader #outer banks imagine #the pogues x reader #the pogues imagine #jj maybank x reader #pope hayward x reader #john b routledge x reader #kiara carerra x reader

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dangcrprone · 3 years

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A deep dive into a danger-prone detective.

Basic Questions

First name

Daphne

Surname

Blake

Middle names

Anne

Nicknames

Daph

Date of birth

June 2nd

Age

Physical / Appearance

Height?

5′4

Weight?

112 lbs

Hair color?

Dark brown.

Hair style?

Bangs!!!!!!!!! Usually half up, half down, wavy or straight, likes hair accessories like headbands, hair clips, ribbons, etc.

Eye color?

Brown.

Make up?

Soft eyeliner, a bit of bronzer and concealer, a pink tinted lip balm, finished off with mascara applied to her lash extensions is her go-to look. She’ll do it up a bit more when filming for Mystery Inc videos, or if she’s having a bad day. (She believes the idea that looking good will make you feel better.)

Scars?

Considering she was referred to as ‘danger-prone,’ she has had her fair share of bumps and bruises, and the more rare scar. There’s a quarter size scar on her left ankle, from falling in an abandoned house that had unfinished floor boards, a barely noticeable one near her elbow from running into a piece of machinery while being chased by a masked ‘ghost,’ and an awkward-shaped scar under her ribcage from falling off a horse in equestrian classes as a child.

Tattoos?

None.

Type of clothes?

Expensive.

How do they wear their clothes?

Well put-together. Even with all the same pieces, she finds new ways to pair things, leaving her to rarely repeat an outfit.

What are their feet like?

Sporting a matching pedicure to her purple manicure.

Mannerisms?

Sitting/standing up straight, polite, like a graduate of the etiquette class she was forced to take by her parents as a preteen.

Personality

Do they have a catchphrase?

Jeepers.

Are they more optimistic or pessimistic?

Optimistic, most of the time.

Are they introverted or extroverted?

Extroverted.

What bad habits do they have?

Biting her nails when stressed (usually only if her acrylics have grown out and she hasn’t been able to make it to the salon), tapping pens or pencils when reading/researching, and prying into others’ love lives.

How do they display affection?

Physical touch, but it’s not obnoxious or anything. /s

How do they want to be seen by others?

Independent, strong, capable, beautiful.

How do they see themselves?

Depends on the day, but she knows she’s strong deep down, or she wouldn’t have made it this far or able to leave her family.

How competitive are they?

It may not be a competition, but Daphne wants to win. Her parents convinced her at a young age that life was nothing but competing with everyone around you, even siblings.

How do they react to praise?

She spent her entire childhood and teenage years chasing after praise from her parents and never receiving it, so she either relishes in it or questions the validity of it.

What is their greatest fear?

Being entirely alone.

When was the last time they cried?

Two weeks ago, after the second call from her mother since coming to Elias, even though she told her daughter she was no longer a part of the family.

“For Christ’s sake, Daphne, you’re twenty five! Chasing after childish ghosts is embarrassing enough and now I find out its all over the internet? Where we’re all now attached to this nonsense! Are you trying your hardest to ruin the Blake name? Your father’s friends at the country club have found your little videos, and now we’re the laughing stock of the golf course! Sometimes you really make me wish we stopped at fiv-”

Daphne silently hung up.

Who do they quote?

Cher from Clueless!

What quality do they most value in a friend?

Authenticity, honesty, reliability.

If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be?

That she started being her genuine self a long time ago, and not the fake version of her that her parents wanted.

What are their pet peeves?

Lack of communication.

What are their idiosyncrasies?

Sometimes mindlessly spins the rings on her fingers if her hands aren’t doing anything.

Friends and Family

What is their perception of family?

Not entirely positive.

Do they have siblings? Older or younger?

Daphne has five older, identical sisters, who are all incredibly successful in their individual ways.

Describe their platonic best friend.

The smartest gal in the world, or at least in all of Elias. Forgiving enough to accept Daphne back into her life, kind enough to welcome her with open arms. Some may say they’re pretty opposite, but Daphne thinks that just means one can make up where the other is lacking. Velma is one of the few people Daphne has been her whole self around. Daphne has always struggled to be herself versus what her parents want her to be, and Velma makes her feel confident in being the person she truly is.

Do they have any pets?

Scooby Doo isn’t her pet, but he’s her favorite pet.

Past and Future

Did they grow up rich or poor?

Very rich, like seven figure rich parents, born from ten figure grandparents.

Did they grow up nurtured or neglected?

Nurtured in every way money could purchase, neglected emotionally.

What was their first kiss like?

Nerve-wracking, quick, a rush of emotions, and exhilarating. Her first taste of love.

What is the worst thing they did to someone they loved?

In her relationship with Freddy, she had a lot of unrealistic expectations based off fictional ideals of love, since that’s where her entire view of romantic love came from. She also said some things to purposely hurt him when they argued, in a desperate (and immature) attempt to make him hurt as badly as she did.

What advice would they give their younger self?

You can’t try to fit the mold of the girl your parents want forever, so might as well be yourself and stop trying sooner rather than later.

What is their best childhood memory?

Running around with her friends, solving mysteries with no concerns but what mystery they’d tackle next.

What is their worst childhood memory?

Having to pass her previous friends in the hallway at school and pretending she didn’t see them.

Love

Do they believe in love at first sight?

She used to.

Are they in a relationship?

No.

How do they behave in a relationship?

Loving, almost suffocatingly so. Physical touch is her love language, so she’s usually always in some sort of contact with a significant other. She likes to know how their day is, what they’re thinking about, everything.

When did you character last have sex?

Seven months ago, after a few too many fruity drinks. She’s not usually very promiscuous outside of relationships.

Has your character ever been in love?

Yes, if one believes a teenager can know what love is. Daphne still believes that at some point, there was true love shared between her and Freddy, even if they were young. She’s never felt something as strong to this day.

Have they ever had their heart broken?

Shattered.

Conflict

How do they respond to a threat?

She used to run, but now she stands up for herself.

Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue?

Both, but her fists would probably end the fight earlier.

What are their phobias?

Wasps.

Have they ever been bullied or teased?

No, her last name and her older sisters’ lingering popularity kept anyone from bullying Daphne. Her interests in middle school in the paranormal and supernatural garnered some looks, but no one outright made fun of her. By the time high school rolled around, her own popularity and queen bee status kept anyone from teasing her.

Where do they go when they’re angry?

Anywhere she can be alone.

Work, Education and Hobbies

What is their current job?

Supernatural Investigator/Influencer.

What do they think about their current job?

It’s essentially her dream job, and she couldn’t feel luckier to be able to do it as a career. If someone had told her in high school that she would be able to make money off what her friends did as preteens for fun, what she honestly still found fun in, she would have never believed them.

What are some of their past jobs?

Daphne hasn’t really worked much other than this. Having a job growing up was never really a necessity. She did do a couple fashion photoshoots because of nepotism and her mother previously being in and sister currently in the industry.

What are their hobbies?

Researching, shopping, following up on the latest fashion trends, working out.

Educational background?

Graduated from Coolsville high, then studied Journalism at he University of Ohio.

Do they have a natural talent for something?

Daphne is surprisingly good at picking locks using only what she carries around in her purse. Just don’t ask her how she acquired that skill.

Do they play a sport?

She has tried her hand at many sports, ranging from fencing to polo to field hocking, before landing on the cheerleading squad in high school.

Favorites

What is their favorite animal?

Jaguar.

What place would they most like to visit?

She’s traveled a fair bit with her family, but she loves the ocean, so somewhere tropical she hasn’t been to before.

What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen?

Someone laugh, fully belly, tears in their eyes, at a joke she made.

What is their favorite song?

Lay All Your Love on Me - ABBA

Music, art, reading preferred?

Music.

What is their favorite color?

Purple.

What is their password?

L0chn3ss57

What is their favorite day of the week?

Saturday.

Possessions

What is in their fridge?

An opened, half empty jar of Alfredo sauce, packages of cheese and lunch meat, leftover takeout, and her anti-aging eye cream that needs to be refrigerated.

What is on their bedside table?

Phone charger, a romance novel, and a glass of water.

What is in their purse or wallet?

Wallet, keys, earbuds, tissues, mascara, tinted lip balm, sunglasses, bobby pinks, hair ties, safety pins, facial blotting sheets, tweezers, mini deodorant, wet wipes, floss, eyelash glue, and gum.

What is their most treasured possession?

Her silver ‘D’ necklace.

Spirituality

Do they believe in the afterlife?

Well, it would be hard to believe in ghosts without one.

What do they think heaven is?

A new pair of heels.

What do they think hell is?

Tap water.

Are they superstitious?

Yes.

What would they like to be reincarnated as?

The pampered dog of a royal family.

What is their zodiac sign?

Gemini

Values

What is their view of ‘freedom’?

The ability to be yourself regardless of the expectations and standards of others.

What’s their view of lying?

Sometimes it can be necessary, but it should never be about something big or what could hurt someone.

When did they last make a promise?

She promised Dorothy she wouldn’t do anything to embarrass the family. They have differing opinions on the definition of embarrassing.

Did they keep or break their last promise?

Depends who you ask.

Daily life

What are their eating habits?

She has a habit of ‘picking’ at food, so she can be a pretty slow eater.

Are they minimalist or a clutter hoarder?

Somewhere in between. She doesn’t keep useless things around, but she isn’t going to throw out an eyeshadow palette until its been used up.

What do they do first thing on a weekday morning?

Check her mentions to see if anything crazy happened or if she was tagged in anything that could be of interest to the channel.

What do they do on a Sunday afternoon?

A face mask to relax and unwind from the week.

What is the soft drink of choice?

Acai Blueberry Pomegranate Vitamin water.

What is their alcoholic drink of choice?

Anything sweet, but she likes a good Strawberry Daiquiri.

Miscellaneous

What or who would your character dress up as for Halloween?

Lara Croft from Tomb Raider. You can’t get much more of a strong, badass woman.

Are they comfortable with technology?

Yes.

What is their perception of redemption?

Sometimes people deserve it, but only if they can admit the reason behind needing redemption and apologize.

What would they do if they won the lottery?

Go shopping and buy all the clothes she had to put back on the rack now that she doesn’t have a credit card with her father’s name on it.

Do they believe in happy endings?

Yes, but that doesn’t mean everyone gets to have one.

What would they ask a fortune teller?

Does she feel loved in the future?

If they could have a superpower, what would they choose?

Mind reading.

#watask #let's not talk about the graphic i still don't have access to photoshop gdfhjk #every time i read through this i end up changing something so i'm just gonna post it now so i stop doing that vhjkg

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thosemeddlingsims · 4 months

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support me on ko-fi 💜

ONE HEAD-WEAR, HAIR, TOP, BOTTOM, FOOTWEAR (Patreon Exclusive)

TWO HEAD-WEAR (Patreon Exclusive), HAIR (Patreon Exclusive), TOP, BOTTOM (Bianca Sport Tights), FOOTWEAR

THREE TOP, BOTTOM, FOOTWEAR

FOUR HAIR + FRINGE, NECK ACCESSORY, OUTFIT (Patreon Exclusive), ARM ACCESSORY, FOOTWEAR

FIVE HEAD-WEAR (Lifted), HAIR, NECK ACCESSORY, TOP, ACCESSORY JACKET, BOTTOM, SOCKS, FOOTWEAR

#jeepers its daphne #daphne lookbook #💜 --- daphne ann blake #tms blender renders #blender renders #sims 4 render #ts4 render

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boyy-wonder-grayson · 4 years

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Hi💖 can you please do 28 with Dick? Like him being a sweet grumpy bf idk 😅

Hii! Thanks for requesting,sorry it took so long, I hope you like it!

28."Why aren't you wearing a costume?" "I am, I came as myself"

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Music was blasting all throughout Donna's apartment, so loudly that the walls were trembling. A sea of people covered most of what was designated as the "dance floor", and everyone was having fun. People were wearing colorful costumes and face full of make up to resemble some of the most famous monsters and characters from movies and TV shows. Everyone, even Jason, were dressed up as something, and you were not the exception. Since Dick agreed to come to the party, you - after promising to do whatever is that Dick wanted - both decided that you'd do something cute and get dressed as something fun, so you opted for something simple knowing that Dick was a pain in the ass when it come to this, but he would most likely say yes to some chill costume. You were supposed to be Daphne and Fred from Scooby Doo. The costume was easy, Dick just had to wear some jeans,boots, and a white sweater with a blue button up below that. And yours was just a purple dress and shoes. Nothing too complicated, nothing too notorious yet easy to recognize. You rolled your eyes when Dick texted you that he was most likely to be late since there was something he needed to take care of first before going to the party. You checked your clothes in the mirror and replied that it was okay, and that his costume was placed on the bed for him to change as soon as he got home.

You arrived at the party, excited to see do many people having fun. You breath in, relishing in the hot atmosphere as the smell of alcohol filled your nostrils. It's been a long time since you were to a proper party, so of course you were going to make the most of it.

It was an hour later when Dick arrived; he frowned when someone bumped into him. The amount of intoxicated people and the smell of sweat threw him off immediately. He wasn't fond of parties, specially costume ones. He spent ten minutes looking for you when he finally spotted you, laughing alongside Dawn. You were on your third cup and kinda annoyed that Dick wasn't here with you. You felt a pair of hands on your hips pulling you closer towards a firm chest. You yelped from the surprise, and relaxed when the strong smell of cologne filled your nose. You knew that smell. You turned around with a playful smile, ready to kiss your boyfriend,but your expression fell when you saw that he was in his regular clothes.

"why aren't you wearing a costume?"

"I am, I came as myself"

You glared at him, removing your hands from his neck and crossing them across your chest.

"you promised me you'd wear a costume" You said annoyed "now I'm just look like an idiot without my Fred"

Dick rolled his eyes, grabbing the cup from your hands to finish drinking its contents. He hissed when he felt the liquid burning down his throat.

"christ what are you drinking? Gasoline?" He asked , ignoring the way your eyes hardened.

"what?" He asked confused. Rolling your eyes you went to the nearest table to get a new drink. You should've known that Dick was going to pull something like this, he was quite the grinch when it came to Halloween. Once again a pair of hands snaked around your torso pulling you closer towards his. You hummed when he kissed your neck. As angry as you were with him it was quite hard to resist his mouth on your body.

"I'm sorry" he said genuinely, "I can make it up to you, you know" he implied, his voice sweet like honey. You turned around and gave him a kiss that knocked his socks off. He was elated to receive such a prize from you,even though he was non deserving of it.

"you know what you can do to make it up to me?" You asked, biting your lower lip.

"mmh how?" He kissed you jaw, eyes closed, loosing himself in the sweet scent from your perfume. He was too preoccupied trying to seduce you, so you could forgive him, that when you suddenly pushed him away he frowned.

"you could go home and get changed" you say smiling sweetly at him. You grabbed your drink,kissed his cheek and walked away leaving a confused looking Dick, who was clearly expecting something else from you. He watched as you walked from him without bothering to look back at him. He had a long night ahead to correct his wrongdoings; he sighed before muttering:

"Jeepers"

#ask #hallowen with the titans #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #titans #netflixs titans #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #dc #dcu #fanfic

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dinosaurtsukki · 4 years

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all aboard the mystery machine | (feat. the gym 3 squad and y/n)

this was inspired by a post by @kenchiko which was the ‘being in a friend group with gym three squad’ which i like to read when i’m sad. anyway, they all dressed up as the mystery gang and i thought it was so cute i decided to headcanon it. (thank u kenchiko i love ur tsukki stuff but i’m too shy to interact with u *waves*)

it was the day of electric spookaloos aka halloween and you and kuroo were hyped af

mostly because you could play ‘this is halloween’ on loudspeaker with less weird stares than usual

and kuroo’s all about gROuP CosTUmeS

previously the five of you had dressed up as the power rangers (which you switched for m&m’s because the helmets were too hard to make), the breakfast club, and the teen titans and now the five of you were going to top it off with…

‘the mystery gang from scooby doo!’ kuroo mentioned in your groupchat

no one noticed it except for bokuto who haha-reacted and then it resurfaced three days before halloween

kuroo and akaashi are the only ones who went all out with their costumes

kuroo has a blonde wig for his fred costume and akaashi also got a wig and made a dress for his daphne costume

bokuto ordered a cloth scooby doo mask online and forgot to order the rest of the body so he looks like inosuke from kny except his head is scooby doo

you and tsukki went to the dollar store on the day itself and just bought shirts for your velma and shaggy costumes

kuroo: you couldn’t even bother to get an orange sweater?

tsukki: it was fifty cents more expensive also i’m the blonde one so i should be fred

kuroo: well you didn’t binge-watch scooby doo all night and got only one hour of sleep so you had to sip akaashi’s pumpkin spiced latte before getting kicked by the owner of said latte

bokuto worked on spray painting kuroo’s pick-up truck to look like the mystery machine

but the painting didn’t work out and only half of the letters are legible so you’re all piled into a pick-up truck that says ‘THE Y T RY AC NE’ on the side

but you’re off to the only halloween party you were invited to !!

and you blast ‘this is halloween’ on loudspeaker while dancing in the backseat

except on the way tsukki gets a call from his boss (he works at a museum) abt some missing artifacts

you: why did he call you, don’t you just deliver coffee?

tsukki: *kicks you*

you: *kicks back and accidentally kicks bokuto*

bokuto, behind his mask: :’(

kuroo: missing artifacts??? museum????

tsukki: nO–

kuroo: SOUNDS LIKE A JOB FOR THE MYSTERY GANG *drives to museum before anyone can say anything*

akaashi: this is the only party we’ve been cool enough to be invited to this year and we’re going to spend it in mcdonalds again after this is over

bokuto: wE’RE GOING TO MCDONALDS IF WE’RE COOL ENOUGH?

akaashi: nO

anyway you, kuroo, and bokuto are excited for this ~~mystery~~

the five of you are miraculously able to sneak past the guards and enter through the back because the mystery gang gave you their blessing to break and enter almost any building on halloween night

kuroo, immediately getting into fred jones mode: alright let’s split up gang! daphne and i will check the upper floors while velma, shaggy, and scooby, you take the basement

bokuto: ruh-roh!·

you: splitting up is a surefire way for someone to get killed but go off, i guess?

kuroo: also, if anyone curses, they owe a quarter in the swear jar

akaashi: you can only use things like jinkies, jeepers, jiminy, or zoinks

tsukishima: i’m not fucking doing that

kuroo: that’s a quarter

anyway, you’re with bokuto and tsukishima so what could go wrong?

everything

and it all starts when you guys go downstairs into a basement full of creepy artifacts and find a mysterious, glowing amulet

you: i don’t think we should touch that

bokuto, who can barely hear anything in his decapitated scooby mask: TOUCH IT!

tsukki doesn’t care enough to hold him back and bokuto touches the amulet

the basement shakes, the ground beneath you trembles, the amulet grows brighter and pale green apparition appears in front of you. its danny phantom a hooded figure with glowing eyes

ghost: YOU HAVE AWAKENED THE GHOST OF THE AMULET OF ETERNAL SUFFERING

tsukki: …a song by Fall Out Boy

you: *trying hard not to laugh but also scared shitless* …jinkies

bokuto: ruh-roh?

tsukki: huh, i guess someone rigged a hologram here as a prank. nice one

ghost: I KNOW NOT OF THIS PRANK YOU SPEAK OF. YOU HAVE BROUGHT ETERNAL SUFFERING ONTO YOURSELVES, MORTALS

you: i mean, i work at customer service so…

tsukki: nice one *high fives you*

ghost: YOU HAVE– *stops when he actually sees bokuto* WHAT ABOMINATION IS THIS?

tsukki: mean, that’s just y/n

you: *kicks him*

meanwhile kuroo and akaashi are sleuthing it up upstairs

kuroo: *having a staring contest with one of the paintings displayed*

akaashi: what are you doing?

kuroo: you know how painting’s eyes tend to follow the main character in cartoons?

akaashi:,,,kuroo that’s a painting of an apple

kuroo: i could have sworn i saw some red eyes

akaashi: i don’t think anyone would be blazing it in a museum. come on, let’s check the next room

while walking past a row of suits of armor, one of the displays turns its head (but no one notices it yet shhhhh)

back at the basement

the ghost is wreaking havoc: chairs are thrown against the wall, vases are cracked, the faint smell of sulphur is in the air. you and bokuto are fucking terrified and look more like shaggy and scooby despite your shitty cosplays. tsukishima doesn’t believe in anything that’s going on

tsukki: man, these guys here are really putting effort into this prank

you: TSUKKI I DON’T THINK THIS IS A PRANK

ghost: *starts chanting in some unknown, ancient language*

tsukki: ah, nice touch. you watch lord of the rings?

you: tSUKKI NO-

bokuto: don’t worry! i’ll exorcise this spirit with my bible knowledge!

you and tsukki: MANGA MESSIAH IS NOT THE BIBLE

akaashi: *shivers* i just had the strangest feeling that bokuto called manga messiah the bible again

kuroo: zoinks! sounds like him

akaashi: *trying not to cringe* anyway, they’re probably not doing anything right now

the basement, atm: just a complete fucking mess

the walls have started bleeding but somehow y’all are still a-okay

that’s because tsukki’s so salty he’s basically a salt circle with 10m radius but you didn’t hear that from me

and he STILL DOESN’T BELIEVE THAT A REAL ASS GHOST IS HAUNTING THEM

the ghost is also tired at this point

also bokuto is really fucking scared but decides to end things ONCE and FOR ALL

he stands up from under the desk and just tackles the ghost like a football player

he didn’t think that he’d pass through the ghost

but seeing a buff dude with a scooby doo head is enough to scare mr. blood-dripping-from-the-walls shitless, especially when he fucking passes through him

ghost: *disappears back into the amulet*

you: and you still don’t believe that’s real???

tsukki: ghosts aren’t real

you: *ready to throw hands*

bokuto: I DID IT! I FOUGHT A GHOST!

you pocket the amulet because you can send it to your enemies

meanwhile: upstairs

kuroo: man, i’d give anything to be chased by a scooby-doo villain dressed in a suit of armor

a suit of armor: *starts chasing them*

akaashi, in his best daphne voice: jeepers! we better get out of here!

kuroo, crying out how perfectly akaashi emulated daphne: let’s split up gang!

they don’t split up tho that would be dumb

*cue classic scooby doo chase scene with the music*

and then as they round a corner they run into you, tsukki, and bokuto fresh from the basement and you all fall into a heap

tsukki: *sees the suit of armor running towards then* ah fuck, what now?

kuroo: laNGUAGE *hands him the swear jar*

akaashi: NOT THE TIME

you: GET HIM BOKUTO!”

bokuto stands up and once again tackles the knight and this time he doesn’t pass through

it takes five (5) of you to tie up this one (1) guy

kuroo: oh my god, i’m ready

you: ready for what?

bokuto: the final unveiling

kuroo: now let’s see who’s behind all this! *rips off the helmet which tears off like a mask don’t ask me why but apparently that happens*

and it’s…Bokuto!!

everyone: *gasps and turns to Bokuto who FINALLY removes the scooby doo mask*

tsukki: *gasp* you’re the creepy british dude who keeps trying to buying our local artifacts to display at The British Museum!

akaashi: neo-imperialism is real

bokuto in the suit of armor: guys help!! he kidnapped me!!

all of you (except tsukki because he’s so done at this point) tackle mr. british villain who you thought was bokuto

finally the right person has been tied up

kuroo: your days of stealing artifacts are over!

british villain (let’s say he looks like jude law or something): and i would have gotten away with it…

kuroo: *grabbing your arm* oh my god! he’s gonna say it! he’s gonna say it!

british villain/jude law: …if it weren’t for you fUCKERS!

*dead silence*

kuroo tries to hand him the swear jar but akaashi puts his hand down

you: can we call the police?

akaashi: *gags* fuck the police

you: he’s white, british, and a man. they won’t do anything to him

akaashi: exactly

tsukki: hey, you still have that amulet from earlier, right?

you: the CURSED amulet with the GHOST inside?

akaashi: the what now?

tsukki: yeah, maybe leave it with this guy? and then he’ll get pranked

at this point you’re too tired to argue with mister ghosts-aren’t-real so you leave the amulet with jude law and the five of you get out of the museum and pile into the mystery machine

akaashi: do you think the party’s still going?

you: we could hang out in mcdonalds again like last year

but otw to mcdonalds kuroo’s phone rings and he picks up

kuroo: hello? b-bokuto?

bokuto, over the phone: guys where are you??? the party started hours ago and my headless scooby-doo onesie is hard to get out of and i need to pee !!

akaashi: but…

you all turn to look at ‘bokuto’ sitting between you and tsukki in the backseat. he removes his mask.

it’s…jude law !!

*cue ending music*

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reallyhardydraws · 5 years

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jeepers its been nearly a year since i’ve drawn daphne

#scooby doo #daphne blake #draws #i saw a picture of the LV purple jacket #and i just HAD to yknow

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nautiscarader · 3 years

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Anonymous 1 hours ago

Dipper And Wendy visit the H-hotel and make a new friend https://mobile.twitter.com/JonesBO50034805/status/1273656307170652160/photo/1

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Anonymous 1 hours ago

Dipper And Wendy visit the H-hotel and make a new friend https://mobile.twitter.com/JonesBO50034805/status/1273656307170652160/photo/1

- I've always knew that wandering into random rooms will end like this...

Velma Dinkley couldn't really complain though. She's spent a significant portion of her life running from door to door, all looking the same, and in a hotel with infinite number of them, one really could make an easy mistake. And now, trapped between two naked bodies of complete strangers, she was feeling more and more ecstatic every moment.

From their moans and very brief introduction, she learned that the young man she was sucking off was called Dipper, much like the constellation, and his red-headed girlfriend, who watched her actions, was named Wendy. And though at first she was merely an observer, she quickly wanted to join the fun, and her lips quickly met hers at the base of Dipper's cock.

Her hands, however, were nothing but idle, reaching underneath Velma's sweater and trying to undo her bra.

- Oh wow, going commando? - Wendy smiled, seeing a blush on her new friend's face - It's always the nerdy ones...

Velma muffled, with Dipper's cock in her mouth, trying to explain herself, but her speech was quickly interrupted when Wendy unceremoniously pulled her head back, depraving Dipper of her lips, to which he reacted with a sharp yelp.

- Sorry for the interruption, Dip - Wendy calmed him down - But feast your eyes on these!

And with a single pull she disrobed Velma of her sweater, revealing a rather large pair of breasts. Wendy's quick move hid Velma's blush for a while, but as her two lovers marvelled at her assets, it quickly came back tenfold.

- Jinkies! - Is that how you call them? - Wendy chuckled.- I bet you can teach me a thing or two...

Wendy leaned forward, dragging her finger between Velma's tits.

- Like, what? - she corrected her slightly skewed glasses

Wendy and Dipper exchanged confused looks.

- Oh come on, don't tell me you;ve never done that!

And with equal nonchalance, she pressed Velma's body against Dipper's, forcing his cock to slide between her voluptuous breasts.

- O-Oh, that... - Yeah, "that", Wendy added. - Come on, girl, start working out!

And with a gentle pat to her head, Velma looked up at the face of her lover, a man she hasn't seen in her life until ten minutes ago, and with a sly smile drawing on her face, she pressed her hands against her breasts to make the very first move. Dipper's eyes rolled up and he let out a soft, almost girly moan, which turned into a proper one when Velma's lips touched his tip with her lips. Velma thought she should feel at the very least strange, sucking a random man's cock, with his girlfriend watching and caressing his abdomen, but the strange, strange hotel she ended up in seemed to have eradicated the feeling of shame. She licked his tip, gathering first small droplets of pre-cum, undoubtedly caused but the presence of not one, but two redheads. Something told her her lover had a thing for that shade...

With each lick, Velma took Dipper an inch or so deeper into her mouth, while her breasts made sure that the rest of his cock was covered with heavenly soft skin, much like her warm, welcoming mouth. Wendy, on the other hand, took care of his testicles, massaging them, as much as he could with Velma's massive bosom in front of her. But that allowed her to sneak a few kisses not only to her boyfriend's cock, but also Velma's breasts, much to her surprise and excitement.

She let out a gasp when the other hand of the red-head found its way between Velma's legs and discovered that bra wasn't the only part of her attire that was missing. her finger slipped between her thick folds, forcing more moans to vibrate around Dipper's cock, only strengthening the moans coming from his lips.

- He's not gonna last much longer. - Wendy spoke - Yeah, I-I can tell tha-hey!

Velma protested when Wendy took her place, slobbering all over the cock that until recently made contact with mostly Velma's breasts. Velma watched as Wendy bobbed her head furiously up and down, making Dipper's legs twitch and writhe.

- Well, guess you could teach me a thing or two as well...

Wendy stopped and looked at her new friend and let go of her boyfriend's cock.

- Wanna try? It's really easy. - If you say so-

But Velma didn't have time to deliberate, as Wendy's hand grabbed her short hair and pressed her against Dipper's crotch, filling her mouth with him in an instant. The same aggressive after-taste and slight masculine smell now overwhelmed her senses, and the fact that Wendy wasn't letting her go, made her slightly dizzy...

When Wendy pulled her back, Velma only let out a soft "Jinkies!", that allowed her to take a breath, before Wendy impaled her on her boyfriend's cock again and again. Somewhere around her, she could hear Dipper's cries and moans, as well as soft kisses Wendy was planting around his abdomen. And with each minute of her impromptu "lesson", she could feel her lover's climax coming faster and faster.

- We-Velma!

Dipper cried and watched as Velma's eyes bulge out when first stream of thick cum floods her mouth. If she wasn't already feeling light-headed, then the new explosion of taste and smell has done it, sending her into erotic stupor that made her suck more of his fluids...

But they weren't hers for long, as Wendy pulled her back once more, this time to take what was rightfully hers. Velma was depraved of oxygen for the fifth or sixth time when Wendy pressed her lips against her, her tongue swirling around the dollop of thick cum in her mouth. But Velma wouldn't give up that easily, and soon the two redheads fought for Dipper's seed, until each received her share and could break their impromptu kiss.

- Oh... oh jinkiest of jinkies... - Velma groaned, swallowing last droplets of heavy load - I...I didn't expect that to happen to me... - Well, we're glad we could have helped you. What do you say, Dip?

But Dipper could pant, watching his girlfriend exchanged sloppy, cum-filled kiss with the stranger that just sucked him off.

- Hm, maybe he needs some encouragement to open his mouth.

Once more, Wendy took the initiative and closed her arms around Velma's body, only to effortlessly lift her legs into the air, exposing her glistening pussy hidden underneath her red skirt. And when Dipper saw it, he gladly leapt forward, having not one, but two of them to choose from. Wendy and Velma soon met face-to-face, as their pussies were pressed against each other, giving Dipper better access to both of them at the same time.

- Is-Is that how you spend every night with... er, what-what was the name of your friend? - Velma stuttered by sudden intrusion of Dipper's tongue between her folds - Ta-Tambry - Wendy wheezed, as Dipper dug his fingers into her sex - I wou-wouldn't wo-worry about her, though... We-We-ve been separated before...

And with that, their lips met again, just as Dipper continued to repay them for the mind-blowing blowjob he received.

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- So, you're also chasing ghosts? - Tambry gently rolled to her side, passing the joint to on of her new lovers. - Like, yeah! I mean we mostly run away that chase, and they usually end up not being ghosts. - Shaggy replied. - Ours usually are. Or are worse. Monsters, demons, that kind of stuff. - Jeepers! - Daphne exclaimed relaxing on top of Tambry's bosom, her usually perfect hair looking equally untidy as Shaggy's. - Your friends must be brave. - Yeah, they are.. - Tambry moaned, pressing her head against her breasts - Maybe we can go on some joined expedition one day...

Tambry let out a deep moan, as she drifted off to a well-deserved slumber, knowing Wendy and Dipper were in good hands.

#h-hotel #h hotel #nautiscaraderfics #lemon #aged-up characters and all that

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tessalovesozzy · 4 years

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Scooby Doo meets Lupin the Third - Chapter 1

Notes: Its finally here! Again this has been written by @coldtoastieboi and myself (@tessalovesozzy)! There has been a lot going on right now for both of us in our lives right now and the holidays are upon us (hence why this took so long). We hope that this chapter was worth the wait!

(Chapter continues under the cut)

Chapter 1

The Fall color was on full display in the passing trees as the Mystery Machine rolled down the highway, well on their way to the city of Southsummer, Georgia. It was their Fall break and all the members of Mystery Inc. were in need of some much-deserved relaxation time. As much as they loved solving mysteries, it was good to get a break from them every once in a while. Daphne heaved a sigh of relief. “ It feels so good that we finally get a vacation for once!”

“Yeah, going to Southsummer just to take in the sights was a great idea, Velma!” Fred complimented his friend, keeping his eyes on the road. “I figured that we could use it! All the theatres, parks, museums… a trip that doesn’t involve mysteries is just what we need!” Velma replied.

“Like, famous last words…” Shaggy said, thinking the rest of the gang couldn’t hear him. Fred raised an eyebrow as he glanced in the rearview mirror to catch a glimpse of the backseat where Shaggy and Scooby sat. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Shaggy began to rant. “Like, Scoob and I know how this goes. We try to go on vacation, things start out fine and dandy, but then a mystery falls into our lap and instead of relaxing, we spend the whole time getting chased by some freaky monster -”

“And running and retting rared rilly!” Scooby interjected, being as skeptic as Shaggy was about this ‘vacation’.

“Exactly!” Shaggy agreed.

“Don’t worry guys,” Velma reassured. “I did some research on this city for paranormal activity or anything else out of the ordinary and found nothing. I assure you that we’re just here to relax.”

Shaggy and Scooby gave each other a glance and then back to Velma and the others. “Well, uh...”

“Tell you what guys, we still haven’t eaten breakfast yet. So how about you two pick which restaurant we eat at first on this trip?” Fred asked trying to appeal to Shaggy and Scooby and quell their fears. At the very mention of food and Fred’s offer, Shaggy and Scooby grinned and tied napkins around their necks like bibs. “Like, what are we waiting for?”

“Ret’s ro!” Scooby howled happily, with his human friends laughing as they entered the city limits.

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After spending some time at a few local landmarks, unwinding at a public park, and of course, eating at various restaurants and food stands, Mystery Inc. was already in a better and calmer mood and it was barely one o'clock in the afternoon by this time. After getting lunch from a hot dog stand, the teens and their great dane casually headed down the block back to their vehicle.

“See? What’d we tell you guys? No monsters, no mysteries, just some well-deserved downtime.” Daphne said reassuringly.

“Yeah, this is really nice! Like, I don’t know what we were worried about, Scoob!” Shaggy said as he munched on his twelfth hot dog.

Velma smiled, seeing her normally anxious friends being so content as she brought a brochure for the Metropolitan Art and History Museum out from a side pocket on her backpack.“I hope we can get to the museum today! There’s supposed to an exhibit that’s showcasing a red emerald!”

“A red emerald? Wait a minute, aren’t emeralds supposed to be green?” Fred asked. Velma proceeded to explain. “They are green! In actuality, This gem is more of a beryl than a true em-”

“Velma- it’s a red emerald.” Daphne interrupted. She knew that if Velma continued, they’d be there for the rest of the afternoon in a geology lecture. “Like, what’s so special about it?” Shaggy asked. “Well Shaggy, this red emerald is said to be so hypnotic and so beautiful that few can resist being drawn to it!” Velma replied enthusiastically. “According to the map, the museum is just around the corner over there.” Velma pointed to the intersection at the end of the street that came to a right turn. “Well then, let’s go!” Fred said as he and the others piled into the Mystery Machine.

Suddenly, several police cars came rushing past the van, siren’s wailing with lights atop the cars flashing.

“Jeepers! What’s going on?” Daphne asked, looking out the windshield with concern as the police cars raced down the street.

“Whatever it is, they’re sure in a hurry!” Fred exclaimed.

“Freddie, look where they’re headed!” Daphne pointed towards the slew of police cars as they raced down to the end of the street and made a right turn.

“They’re headed towards the museum!” Fred revved up the Mystery Machine and followed in hot pursuit of the police, jolting everyone into their seats. Shaggy and Scooby looked at each other with concern as they knew what following the police meant: ANOTHER mystery. Shaggy sighed in defeat as he turned to a whimpering Scooby. “Here we go again, ol’ buddy.”

As the van finished turning the corner, the van came to a screeching halt as all of the police cars had stopped at the bottom of the front steps of the museum. “Jinkies!” Velma exclaimed as she and the gang saw that the police cars were parked in such a cluttered fashion, that the cars had entirely blocked one side of the road. A few police officers were out redirecting some of the traffic and trying to keep some news trucks at bay. Fred got the van as close to the museum as he could, parking near a local coffee shop across the street from the museum. After the gang got out of the van, they headed for the nearby crosswalk.

“Zoinks! Like, whatever’s happening at the museum, they sure got enough people to do it!” Shaggy said, looking back at the army of police officers and their vehicles as they walked through the crosswalk. “Ruh-huh!” Scooby agreed.

“Do you think something happened to the emerald?” Daphne asked.

“I can’t think of any other reason why they might be here! Come on! Maybe we can help!” Fred quickened the pace as he and the gang navigated their way to the shining marble steps of the Metropolitan Museum. There were police on the steps, at every entrance, and even on the roof as if they were searching for someone. The police noticed the teens but let them pass, assuming they were tourists like every other civilian heading towards the museum. The gang approached the Roman-eseque facade and eventually, the front entrance to the museum, passing through to the simplistic front lobby of the museum. The hostess at the front desk greeted the teens and their dog, albeit a bit flustered due to the appearance of the police. “G-good afternoon, welcome to the Metropolitan Art and History Museum.”

“Like, what’s with all the cops?” Shaggy asked. The hostess swallowed a lump in her throat, as if she was afraid to say too much. “I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to say right now...I-I-I will h-however inform you that the red emerald exhibit is closed until further notice.”

“Closed? Has it been stolen?” Daphne inquired.

“Has someone just threatened to steal it?” Velma asked.

“We just want to help…” Fred tried to reassure the uneasy hostess.

“I- I’m sorry! I can’t say! P-p-please enjoy our other exhibits for the time being!” The hostess nervously replied. The gang looked at each other with concern.

“Rook! Rore rops!” Scooby raised one of his front paws, pointing to the last exhibit at the end of the hall, with 2 policemen guarding its entrance. There were no other policemen around any of the other exhibits, and the teens headed straight for the guarded entrance. As the gang got closer, they could see 2 men talking to each other, both with their backs turned to the exhibit’s entrance. One was raising his voice about the whole situation, wanting more security to placed, and the other was more reserved, wanting to be more logical about the situation. The closer they got, the more Fred realized who the man with a deafening tone was.

“No way…” Fred got more excited while the rest of the gang was confused as to why. The teens finally reached to entrance for the red emerald exhibit and were immediately stopped by the guards and one of them began to speak. “I’m sorry kids, but this exhibit is closed today. You can visit some of the other-”

“We know but we want to help!” Daphne said. “We’re Mystery Inc.! Like, world famous Mystery solvers? Maybe you’ve heard of us?” Shaggy added, trying to get the guards to let them in. The guards simply looked at each other and began to chuckle. “Yeah, you can help us…” The other guard replied in between laughs. “You can go hom-”

“WHAT’S GOING ON BACK THERE?!!” The loud man shouted as he turned to face the guards, and they stood at attention. He was a japanese man that looked to be in his mid 40’s to early 50s, dressed in a brown suit, and donning a trenchcoat and matching fedora. Fred got a huge smile the minute he saw him. “I knew it! You’re Inspector Zenigata! Wow! ” Fred exclaimed, still smiling and his friends, still a bit confused. Zenigata wasn’t used to being noticed much by anyone, much less a teenager and his friends, so it caught him off guard. “Uh... yeah, that’s me.”

Fred continued to gush with excitement. “Inspector, you’re my idol! The way you keep going, no matter the cost! All the adventures you’ve had! All those different traps you make! It’s an honor, sir!” Fred offered his hand to the flabbergasted Inspector, who wasn’t used to having fans around. Zenigata sheepishly grinned as he shook Fred’s hand. “Well, I’m flattered young man, I- HEY, WAIT A MINUTE! What are you kids doing, hanging around here?!?! Who are you??!!!?!” Zenigata cried, coming to his senses.

“Well Inspector, we’re Mystery Inc. and we want to help you solve this mystery! Whatever it is…” Velma replied.

“I assure you, it is no mystery who is behind all this… and it is none of your business.” A voice insisted. Everyone looked to see it was the man Inspector Zenigata was talking to earlier. He was tall and lean and much younger than Zenigata, around late 20’s to early 30’s. The man had blonde hair and thick glasses that shielded his jade green eyes and a navy blue pinstripe suit. He went over to join Zenigata in dealing with these meddling kids and introduced himself. “Inspector Victor Sullivan, ICPO. We appreciate the concern of civilians but we insist on continuing with your day.”

“Civilians? Inspector Sullivan, we have solved mysteries all around the world, taking down criminals of all shapes and sizes! We are more than capable of helping you!” Daphne rebutted. “Oh? Really?” Inspector Sullivan sarcastically replied, unamused.

“Gentleman, if we are done dealing with these kids, can we continue please?” A elderly man interrupted, anxious to get back to business. Mystery Inc. hadn’t noticed him before he had spoken. “Oh, of course, Mr. Motley.” Zenigata replied, taking his eyes off of Mystery Inc. for a moment, and Inspector Sullivan kept trying to dissuade the teens from meddling any further.

“Look, whatever sort of mysteries you kids have managed to have miraculously solved, this isn’t some local hoodlum running around in a Halloween costume. This is much bigger than any one of you can handle. So, do us all a favor ‘Mystery Inc.’; why don’t you go home and play with your toys and let the adults handle this?” “Excuse me?!!?!” Daphne replied angrily. This set off an argument between the teens, the guards, and Inspector Sullivan.

Meanwhile, Zenigata continued to talk to Mr. Motley, the museum’s curator. “Inspector Zenigata, are you quite certain that it’s him?” Mr. Motley asked. “Of course it’s him! This is his calling card and this sort of high profile artifact is just the sort of thing he would go for! Mr. Motley, I highly suggest you put every able bodied man you can find to guard the emerald!” Inspector Zenigata replied. “Of course, I’ll contact Mr. Everly and we can sort this whole thing out.” Being only the museum curator, Mr. Motley had to run everything by his superior. “Although I will tell you Inspector, we - WILL YOU STOP THAT INFERNAL RACKET?!” Mr. Motley cried out in frustration to the arguing group, now silent at his (very loud) demands. Mr. Motley continued. “Inspector Zenigata, I will tell you that our last night guard has suddenly quit.”

“Quit? What for?” Zenigata asked.“I don’t know!” Mr. Motley replied nervously, unsure of how to explain the situation.“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW?!” Zenigata responded, now more irate.“I mean he just up and left! Without as much as a word! And to make matters worse, this has happened to 8 of our guards in the past month!” Mr. Motley’s words now made everyone intrigued, but Inspector Sullivan seemed to be less so.

“You mean that none of your past guards have mentioned anything as to why they left? Odd...” Velma inquired. “You kids are still here?!” Zenigata said irately, the teens now helping themselves into the room. “Sounds like they’re scared…” Daphne added. Fred spoke up, with a mischievous smirk. “Scared of a ghost? We know a lot about those...” “Yeah, like, too much!” Shaggy commented.

“Now that’s just silly! Why would he do a thing like that?” Zenigata replied.“Roo’s re ralking arout, Fred?” Scooby asked. “Like yeah! Who’s ‘he’?” Shaggy added. From reading all about his idol’s adventures, Fred knew exactly who Zenigata was talking about. “Gang, I think he’s talking about Lupin the Third!”

“Of I’ve been talking about Lupin! Who’d you think I was talking about, Sonny and Cher?!” Zenigata shouted, getting up in Fred’s face (which startled Fred a little). “Who?” Shaggy and Scooby said, cocking their heads to the side. “Shaggy, Lupin the Third is a world famous thief! He’s been all over the world stealing priceless artifacts in nearly impossible heists!” Velma replied. “Don’t you ever read the news, Shaggy?” Daphne was a bit miffed at how Shaggy didn’t know the reputation such a famous criminal. “Like, The only time I ever read the news is for the weather and comics!” Shaggy replied.

“You know, Inspector Sullivan, you didn’t seem too surprised at the possibility of a ghost being the cause of all this trouble…” Velma stated suspiciously. “Yeah, like you know something that we don’t…” Daphne agreed. Zenigata did admit the Sullivan seemed to not be all that surprised at the possibility of a ghost. “Sullivan, you know more about the red emerald than I do. If I’m going to catch Lupin, I’m going to have to learn all I can about it. Is there something you’re not telling me?”

Sullivan heaved a sigh, pushing his glasses into place. “I didn’t think it would be relevant to this case but given how things are turning out, it looks like it is. This red emerald actually has a bit of history behind it, quite prevalent to your case, Inspector Zenigata. Long ago, there were two thieves that planned to steal the emerald: one was Vincente León and the other was-”

“Let me guess, Arsene Lupin the First.” Zenigata interrupted. Sullivan continued. “Yes, Lupin the Third’s grandfather. León and Lupin had teamed up for that heist and of course, were successful in stealing it and planned to split the money it was worth between the two of them. But León wanted to keep the emerald for himself and decided to betray Lupin the First. That betrayal ended up costing his life…among the living, some claim. Bent on making sure no one else would take the jewel from him ever again, Vincente León’s ghost now follows the emerald wherever it goes, terrorizing all who dare to even try and take it from him. Most who are unfortunate enough to run into him, simply call him ‘The Specter’. And I fear that The Specter has followed the emerald here as well...”

“Aww come on! A specter flyin’ around, scaring people away people from taking a gem he was too greedy to part with, even in death? Who’d believe all that hooey?” Zenigata said, quick to dismiss the Specter story. “Like, you’d be surprised man…” Shaggy uneasily replied, hugging Scooby as both of them shook with fright.

“Even so, most of the time it’s some guy in a mask trying to scare people away. We should know, it’s our field of knowledge.” Velma stated. “And I’d like to assume you didn’t do months of research on this particular case and learn of the unfathomable accounts that connect with it.” Sullivan snapped back. “This emerald has had a long and bloody history, especially before anyone in the Lupin family got their hands on it. And I’m most certainly not going to let this case be handled by a bunch of amateurs.” “‘Amateurs?!’” Fred echoed, annoyed.

Zenigata turned to the teens. “I know you kids want to help but Sullivan does have a point. I can’t let civilians into this case, especially if they could get hurt. Lupin the Third is not just some petty thief to be taken lightly. He can be very dangerous when he wants to be. You seem like good kids but I don’t want you to get hurt. Guards, escort Mystery Inc. from the premises.”

The guards motioned for the group to leave and directed them back to the entrance of the museum. They were miffed that the Inspector wouldn't let them help (most of them at least.).

“Like, you heard what they said. They’ve already got this covered, there’s no need to butt in.” Shaggy pressed. “No, Shaggy. We can’t just ignore this mystery.” Fred stressed to his friend as they all walked down the steps. “Like, why not?!” Shaggy complained. “Don’t you think there’s something off about this whole thing? Like why would a master thief need to resort to scaring people?” Velma stated. “And I don’t know about you, but that Inspector Sullivan rubs me the wrong way. I don’t care if he thinks he’s trying to do ‘what’s best for us’. He didn’t need to be so rude!” Daphne added.

The teens crossed the street back to the Mystery Machine and climbed into the van. “And I can tell you one thing: we’re going to catch Lupin in the act, tonight!” Fred exclaimed. The rest of the gang turned to each other in surprise. “Freddie, Inspector Zenigata has been trying to catch Lupin for years and hasn’t succeeded and Zenigata is an expert on the man! What makes you think we can do it?” Daphne said, trying to reason with Fred. “Lupin hasn’t run into us yet! And besides, if we don’t catch him, we can at least slow him down!” Fred replied, confident in himself and his friends abilities.

“Like, we don’t even know if Lupin is going to pull off the heist tonight anyway! We didn’t even get to look at that note he sent!” Shaggy rebutted, Scooby nodding in agreement. “I think we might….” Velma said pulling out her cellphone, Shaggy and Scooby a bit confused. Velma went to the internet browser on her and began to type in the search engine. “Lets see… search for Lupin The Third aaaand- aha! Here we go! ‘Famous Thief Lupin the Third aims for Red Emerald’!” Velma read the headline of the online news article aloud and she scrolled down to a picture of the note that Lupin sent and read it aloud. “Okay…’Wanted to stroll down my grandfather’s memory lane. So I have decided to steal the red emerald tonight. Don’t wait up for me! Signed Lupin The Third’. Hmph...this guy seems to have a sense of humor.” “Yeah, like, look at that!” Shaggy agreed, pointing to a cartoonish doodle of a wide eyed grinning face of a man with sideburns at the end of Lupin’s signature. “Is that supposed to be him?” “A cartoon-y self portrait, but yeah, that’s him.” Velma replied.

“Well gang, it looks like we've got a mystery on our hands and a thief to catch!” Fred exclaimed. “We’ll get some supplies, do some surveillance and research…” Fred continued to explain and discuss his plans to the gang, while Shaggy and Scooby looked to each other with perturbed states. “Well Scoob, looks like it's good-bye vacation…” “...And rello reepy ruseum at right.”

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Back at the Museum, Inspector’s Zenigata and Sullivan were in the office of Mr. Everly, the museum director, accompanied by museum curator Mr. Motley, and taking notes of the whole affair was Mr. Everly’s assistant, the auburn-haired and bespectacled Charlotte Smith. Zenigata and Sullivan were going over the security measures for that night with Everly and Motley. Zenigata was especially stressing the importance of the security measures because Lupin was in town, and wherever Lupin goes, trouble (and Zenigata) are sure to follow.

“I’m telling you Mr. Everly, Lupin can be dangerous! He’s smart, charming, and a master of disguise! He’s not to-”

“We know, Inspector Zenigata. You’ve stressed the importance of keeping Lupin at bay enough! Besides, we’re doing all that we can! Finding extra security on such short notice is trying enough as it is, with the word of a ghost on the loose!” Mr. Everly said with a Southern drawl. “If you ask me, this whole ghost business and Lupin showing up is no coincidence.” Mr. Motley added.

“Wait… you think Lupin is behind all this ghost business?” Zenigata shook his head in disbelief. “Why would Lupin bother sending a note he was going to steal the emerald tonight if he had been already scaring security guards? Why would he even want to scare them off in the first place?” Inspector Sullivan turned to Inspector Zenigata and put a hand on his shoulder. “You said it yourself, Inspector Zenigata. Lupin is a master of disguise. What’s to say he wouldn’t dress as a ghost and scare people off? And given his personality and if he is as smart as you claim him to be, Lupin may be bored out of his mind and has been getting a kick out of scaring security guards.”

“Maybe…” Zenigata couldn’t help but think that there was something more to all this and his thoughts began to race. Lupin wouldn’t go to all this trouble of ‘haunting’ people only to announce that he’ll simply steal it without much fanfare. Zenigata knew that Lupin was just as much a showman as he was a brilliant thief. Was Lupin working with another thief, like his grandfather before him? His train of thought was interrupted by the ringing of the office telephone, which the assistant, Charlotte Smith promptly answered.

“Mr. Everly’s office.” She said with a southern drawl. “You’ve managed to find guards to fill the position? Volunteers from the police station? Thank you sir, I’ll tell them right away.” Ms. Smith hung up the phone and turned to the men in the room, pushing her cat-eye glasses back into place. “Police officers from a nearby station have volunteered to fill the empty positions for tonight.”

“Yes, we guessed as much through your conversation, Charlotte.” Mr. Motley huffed. “Well, there’s no need to get huffy with me! Like they say, ‘don’t shoot the messenger’!” Charlotte rebuffed.

“Either way, it’s good to hear that the local law enforcement is willing to help out.” Inspector Sullivan acknowledged. “In that case, you gentlemen should start getting things ready for tonight.” Mr. Everly said. “Right. Mr. Everly.” Inspector Zenigata tipped his hat to the museum director and then to the curator and Ms. Smith and began to walk out of the room. Sullivan also bade them farewell and followed his partner. Zenigata still had that nagging in the back of his mind about this whole ghost business but there was one thing he did know: with Lupin in the mix, anything was possible. As both Inspectors faded from view, Mr. Everly looked at his watch and realized it was way past lunchtime and he turned to his secretary.

“Charlotte, why don’t you go and fetch us a late lunch? I’ve got a feeling we’re going to be here a while.” Mr. Everly said begrudgingly, knowing all the security planning was going to take time. “Right away sir.” Charlotte nodded and turned to the door, making her exit.

She made her way down a flight of stairs to the main gallery and walked towards the front entrance. As Charlotte made her way down the front steps, she spotted a little cafe directly across the street from the museum, and also someone she knew out of the corner of her eye. No, it couldn’t be… She thought to herself, trying to dissuade herself that it wasn’t who she thought it was. When Charlotte finished crossing the street and approached the cafe, she heard a call from a familiar voice. “Fujiko!” “Well look who it is, the man everyone’s talking about.” Fujiko Mine, said in a honeyed voice.

“Maybe I should also attempt to blow your cover too, It’s not like the cops are crawling all over the town...Lupin.” She said with a smug expression as she opened the cafe door. Lupin trailed behind her. “Hey, you know I can spot you from a mile away Fujicakes! Besides, this isn’t exactly your best disguise. I’m surprised Ol’ Pops didn’t recognize you.” “He’s a bit too focused on catching you right now to care about me.” Fujiko replied, then ordered her ‘bosses’ meals as well as her own. “Yeah, that sounds like him. I’ve got a pretty good guess as to why you’re here and its not just for my dashing good looks…” Lupin said with a knowing grin.

A more gruff voice came in from behind both of them. “Trying to get the jump on us again, huh Fujiko?” It was Jigen, Lupin’s right hand man and still as distrustful of Fujiko as ever. Fujiko huffed and looked away from both of them. “It's bad enough that you guys always butt in on my jobs…” “Or you butt into ours…usually the latter.” Jigen retorted. Fujiko scoffed and wasn’t too phased at Jigen’s words. “I’m assuming Goemon is lurking around here somewhere as well?” “Of course! It’s not a party without him!” Lupin replied enthusiastically. “Well, since you three decided to steal my thunder, I want in.” Fujiko insisted. Jigen began to protest this idea. “I don’t think s-” “-That will be a problem!” Lupin interrupted. Lupin never could resist Fujiko, even if he tried, and as always, this left Jigen frustrated. Jigen couldn’t even count all the times that Fujiko had stabbed them in the back and yet Lupin always came back to her. “Come by my place later for all the details?” Lupin eagerly asked. Fujiko grabbed her order and smiled coyly. “See you after my shift, sweetheart…” Fujiko gave a small laugh as she walked out the door with Lupin watching her every step, with a smitten look on his face.

“Once...just once I’d wish you’d refuse that woman…” Jigen growled. “Come on, Jigen! I haven’t seen her in ages! And besides, it wouldn’t hurt to have an extra hand on this job.” Lupin tried to put his partner more at ease. “I know, but I’m just counting the seconds until she stabs us in the back for the umpteenth time.” Jigen replied. “You don’t know that she’s going to do that!” Lupin insisted. It wasn’t that he didn’t know of Fujiko’s wiles; Lupin just never met someone who had made double crossing so much fun. Jigen scoffed and began to smirk.“Yeah,... she might want half of what the emerald’s worth all to herself and leave the other half to split between us.” Lupin sighed and rolled his eyes. “Either way, if we all play our cards right, it should be a pretty easy job. Even with Fujiko around, what’s the worst that can happen?” Lupin grinned as he and exited Jigen exited the cafe and walked down the street a-ways and turned into an alley.

“I don’t know man, this whole thing with this ghost that’s supposed to be hanging around that emerald doesn’t sit right with me.” Jigen tried to caution Lupin of anything unexpected that might happen as they kept walking down the alley. The two then came to a stop, now deep into the alleyway and far out of sight from the police. Lupin then took a small glance behind him.

“Oh, there you are Goemon! I was beginning to think you got lost! Then again, you’d be pretty hard to miss in that samurai get-up.” Lupin teased. Goemon (a master japanese swordsman and Lupin’s second accomplice) came from out of the shadows, with a stern look and gave but a simple response in return. “I could say the same for you in that bright red jacket you’re wearing.” Lupin gave a small frown while Jigen chuckled a bit in amusement.

“Well Goemon, did you find out anything?” Jigen asked as he stopped laughing. “There has already been word of a ghost haunting the emerald’s exhibit. And that ghost is scaring all that come near it. Including a number of security guards.” Goemon replied.

“Already? The emerald’s only been in town for a month!” Lupin raised an eyebrow, the gears now turning in his head. Jigen had always been wary of the supernatural, whereas Lupin needed more convincing of that fact. Jigen had seen a lot of strange things in his adventures with Lupin and he wanted to make sure that his friend was aware of the possibility of there really being supernatural forces at work here. “Lupin, are you sure you want to go through with this? This ghost is startin’ to seem pretty real just by the sounds of it.” Goemon spoke up, as he was also starting to believe the tales this supposed ghost. “I agree with Jigen. From all this talk of ghosts, we should at least be cautious of anything out of the ordinary.” Lupin didn’t believe that there was actually a ghost running around, nor did he want to. Lupin wasn’t going to run away from this job just based on hear-say. “Okay guys, we’ll keep an eye out for anything unusual but I still don’t think its a ghost…” Jigen and Goemon just looked at each other, not saying anything, like they both had a feeling that this was the start of something that would end badly for all of them.

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