Wilbur: So, why did you kill him? Markiplier: I didn't kill him! [Wilbur stands up and slams his hands on the table.] Wilbur: Your finger prints were on the murder weapon! Markiplier: What was the murder weapon? Wilbur: YOUR spatula. [Intense music in the background] Markiplier: But my spatula went missing. [Wilbur sits back down and leans back.] Wilbur: Where were you at 2am last night? Markiplier: Sleeping [Wilbur sighs.] Wilbur: You're never asleep at 2 in the morning. Markiplier: It was a rough night with Bob and Wayne. Wilbur: Technoblade, what's your opinion? Technoblade: I think it's you, I found one of your blue flowers at the crime scene. To Be Continued (This book is meant to be for if someone wants to turn it into a play. If you're a cosplayer and a fan of the people in this story, go ahead and act it out if you want!) (Strong language, different languages, talks about abuse, blood, and underage crime)