Vocoloid stories

"The first mystery is why he was alone in his room,"

Two ponies calmly stood in a room with crimson red wallpaper, flaking here and there. One was a bold stallion.  With a yellow mane and custard coat. He wore a simple, smart, black coat that strangely covered one hoof.

The other pony was dear Fluttershy. Her pink mane neatly hanging in a sweet plait, butterfly clips woven into her mane. she wore a simple green dress with white lacing.

The two ponies where discussing a serious matter. A murder. Several murders in fact. The stallion was the proud detective, determined to solve this case. As Fluttershy listened with a stern look, the detective carried on.

"Sitting in his room drinking a bottle of..."

The detective swiftly looked at Fluttershy noting that she looked extremely ashamed and guilty.

"Poisoned wine," said the detective, a slight menacing tone creeping into his voice.

Silently, as the detective carried on droning in front of Fluttershy, she listened to the three armed detective. The detective pulled a strange smile.

"The reason is simple. He was destined to die!" cackled the detective.

"So who is the culprit? You know who it is for you saw it with your own eyes..." The detective started to prance around Fluttershy, taunting her.

"So who is the culprit? Even if you don't answer I still know, for this crime will end," gabbled on the Detective did.

"The second mystery is,"

Fluttershy tried to walk out of the door but the detective stopped her. With a creepy smile and a convincing nod, the detective pushed her back.

"Why did they all fall into the ocean? Where they pushed? Was the culprit really among them?"

Fluttershy gulped nervously but shook all fear away. Rather daringly, she pulled out a knife that was hidden beneath her dress. Yet, stupidly, the detective did not notice and carried on talking.

"The one fatal mistake to my plan, was the other detective tagged along to it," muttered Fluttershy.

Little did she know the all knowing mind of the detective was deceiving the hidden.

The detective muttered those taunting words again,

"So who is the culprit?"

Using the hoof he had covered up, her snatched Fluttershy's last resort away by flicking the knife away.

"So who is the culprit? Come on say the name! Say the name of the pony in front of you!" screeched the detective properly revealing the hoof he had hidden to properly show that it was sodden in a deep crimson blood that stained his yellow fur.

So the murderer was revealed.

The murderer or our detective carried on speaking while Fluttershy carried on shaking.

"You know, I really did not want you to find out, but since I am being merciful than hurry. If you want to get away alive…"

"So who is the culprit? Go! Go quick or my hooves shall kill you!" said the detective his voice cracking as if he was chocking on tears yet his pupils went small as he lost all his sanity.

He grabbed Fluttershy's neck and pressed tighter and tighter.

"So who is the culprit?"

Fluttershy squirmed around as she tried to breath a gasp of air.

"You know! It the sin was done in front of your eyes!" screamed the murderer.

Fluttershy remembered.

The door creaked open. Fluttershy daintily stepped in. She saw what was on the floor and stopped. She saw a body of the host. Lord Goth. His body was lying on the floor as if he was alive. His body in the same position he had died in.

"Shhhhhhhhhh,"

Fluttershy looked ahead of her. It was the detective. Beneath his hooves was a bottle of wine.

"Not a word Flutters… Not a word." The detective spoke, his voice a lot higher than usual.

'Is he drunk?' thought Fluttershy.

She looked at the detectives mouth. There was a knife. Full of crimson blood. Fluttershy gasped and shut her eyes. When she opened them the detective was gone, but the knife was not. Now it was in the Lord Goths back.

"So who is the culprit?" The murderer said the words that Fluttershy had to answer.

"Come on! Say my name! Say my name!" The detective let go of Fluttershy.

"The murderer…" Fluttershy tried to say, but the words tried to stay hidden.

The murderer's eyes widened.

"The murderer is… You. Detective Len,"

Len's eyes shined with glee. He grabbed the knife that he had snatched from Fluttershy. Her eyes widened as he put it to his neck.

A sinner must pay for his sins

And he pulled the knife through as Fluttershy stared.

Goodbye Detective and Murderer Len.