Hey, everyone! Guess who loves to write in October? This gal. Believe it or not, I started writing this way back as a celebration for the 10,000 read mark. Here we are now, pushing 4 mil. I heckin' LOVE you guys! It's a party up in this book every day because of you. <3
Description: Trapped in the mysterious mansion, your UA classmates start dying left and right. Someone among you is a murderer. Who could it be? And why?
Here you go, the Murder Mystery AU that nobody asked for...
I'm ripping off of Clue, y'all. So there's more than one ending for who's the murderer. So if you like Clue, horror movies, or yandere ships, stick around for the fun.
Part 1:
The thunder crashed hard, rattling the large picturesque windows of the foyer and greenhouse. Large heavy raindrops pelted the roof of the mansion, flash floods stranding your group until morning. You had been here a short while with the rest of your class from UA, but not long enough to uncover the mystery as to who invited you all here, or why you were all dressed to the nines.
"This is such an beautiful mansion." You gushed, not being able to take your eyes off the stunning architecture.
"Not as beautiful as you." Kaminari elbowed you flirtatiously, strolling through the parlor into the next room. "That chandelier is legit though."
"Whose house is this?" You asked, turning to the two richer classmates of yours.
"You're looking at me?" Momo asked. "It's not my house." You lifted your eyes to Todoroki, who also shrugged in ignorance.
"Welcome to the estate. Make yourself at home." A gentle voice spoke. A plain-looking man in a suit stood in the doorway, gesturing the group into the dining room.
"Are you the one that invited us here?" Jirou asked.
"No, my lady. I am merely a humble butler." He bowed low, excusing himself to the kitchen. The table was grand, the largest you've ever seen in fact. It could comfortably seat every person in your class and still have room for more! A twenty-foot high window graced the wall behind you. It would ordinarily overlook a splendid lush garden, but tonight it was blurred by the continuous waterfall of rain streaming down the glass.
You chose a middle seat, knowing Bakugou would choose the throne-sized chair at the head of the table. You caught Midoriya's eye as he entered the dining room and he smiled in response. His black tuxedo was flattering, garnished with a black bowtie and satin emerald vest beneath it. You struggled just a tiny bit not to stare as he approached you.
"You look so handsome, Izuku!" You blurted, causing him to rub his neck bashfully.
"Thank you, F/N... You look lovely as well." He said properly. It seemed as though the classy clothing was beginning to reflect in his demeanor. You grinned widely at how perfectly the gentleman persona fit him.
"Here." You gestured to the seat to your right. "Sit next to- meh?"
"My lady." Kaminari abruptly slid into the aforementioned cherrywood chair, planting a chaste kiss upon your hand.
"Oh uh... That's Izuku's-"
"It's okay. Don't trouble yourself on my behalf." Midoriya politely bowed out, leaving you to Kaminari's devices. You made a face, turning to Todoroki, who had already taken the chair on your other side.
"You look totally at home here, Shouto." You tilted your head thoughtfully.
"I already told you this isn't my house." He defended coldly.
"That's not what I meant." You giggled. "That is... you've always had really nice manners. Like you're more refined than the rest of us. That's all I meant."
"Speak for yourself." Momo said autocratically, her many pieces of silverware already neatly ordered in front of her. A tiny smile pulled at his lips at your compliment.
"Well then please forgive my rudeness... I'd offer to kiss your hand as restitution, but I can see that Kaminari already has that covered..." His snide tone made you snicker.
"You jealous, dude?" Denki winked, breaking the unspoken role-play of lords and ladies with his uncouth display of 'bro-ness.' Todoroki looked irked, but before he could speak-
"Bring on the food!" A voice echoed the expensive grounds. You always knew when Bakugou had arrived. He sat at the head of the table (just as you predicted) and slapped his hands on the shining wood surface. "I'm starving!"
"Dinner will be served shortly." The butler said, about to excuse himself to the kitchen.
"Hey!" Katsuki snapped at him. "You better not be the one cooking my food without a hairnet or something to cover that messy hair of yours!"
"Kacchan!"
"How rude." Todoroki glared at him.
"No, sir. I am not the chef." The butler calmly replied, making a swift exit from the room with a flick of his coattails.
"That was really mean, Kacchan!" A few others piled on Midoriya's statement.
"Ah, shut up about it! He's just a stupid extra! He's probably just being used as a plot device or something." The class argued at length with him before Kaminari's stomach echoed loudly off the walls.
"Ah! Sorry about that." He laughed. "I'm gonna go check to see how much longer 'till the food's ready." His blonde hair bounced as he ran in that direction.
"Please excuse me as well. I should wash up before dinner." Shouto stood.
"Good idea." Iida replied, standing stiffly as always. "Hygiene is paramount."
"I'll go too. I gotta take a wicked piss." Katsuki's claim was met by a round of groans. Aoyama scuttled out silently behind them, likely to verify that his hair was still looking fabulous. He was definitely hard to miss in that pointy purple tux of his.
"I wonder if a Hero owns this place." Midoriya chirped optimistically. "Maybe they want to train us!"
"Only you could be that excited about training, Midoriya." Jirou answered sarcastically.
"Or maybe it's a test." The green-eyed teen drew a finger to his lips. "I wonder if we should be taking notes." Without missing a beat he pulled his rolled notebook from his blazer pocket and started mumbling to himself, eliciting a giggle from Uraraka and a smirk from you. Of course he brought it with him. It seemed he was less attached to his own limbs than the tattered thing on the table, filled with sketches and thoughts, broken by his love for it. It was at this moment that you noticed a scent wafting from the kitchen. You sniffed the air.
"It smells like something is burning." You peered over your shoulder towards the kitchen, keeping an eye out for any smoke. "Hope Kaminari isn't distracting the cook too much. I'll go check." With that you lifted yourself from the elaborately upholstered wooden chair and made your way out of the dining room. You could only imagine Denki perched on his knees beside the stove with an open mouth, begging identical to that of a canine.
Oddly enough, when you entered the kitchen there was no sign of life. Where was the cook? Or the butler for that matter? You had been right about Kaminari though. There he was, knelt in front of the island burners, blonde hair frizzed from the humidity. It actually amazed you how accurate your guess was. You rolled your eyes before approaching him, as he had yet to turn or move an inch from his position.
"Come on, Kaminari. You're being ridic-"
...
From the dining room Momo looked around. The boys had returned from freshening up, but there were two classmates she still didn't see.
"Do you know what happened to F/N and Kaminari?"
"You're right. They've been gone for a while." Izuku furrowed his brows at the doorway you left through. "Maybe we should go loo-"
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!"
An ear-piercing scream from the kitchen had the group on their feet in an instant. Seconds later they arrived at your side.
"What happened?! What's wrong?!" Midoriya paled at the scene before him.
"Oh my God!"
The only recognizable feature left was his golden hair. The entire front of him was singed, melted as if he'd been fried on the large stainless steel grill, though the stovetop in question was pristine, wiped clean. Now slumped on the ground was the body of your beloved bubbly classmate.
Dead.
To be continued...