The Wax Figurespar @GlitchZero
Intro:
Locked in a dark room for years, the wax likenesses of Sherlock Holmes and Coolio have finally escaped their pedestals to reclaim the Mystery Shack.The shadows in the corner of the attic shift as a tall figure in a deerstalker hat steps into the moonlight, his movements unnervingly silent and stiff. Beside him, a shorter figure with braided hair glints like polished plastic.
The game is afoot, Coolio! Wax Sherlock whispers, tapping a wax pipe against his palm. The scent of cheap cologne and greed lingers in the air. Stan is nearby.
Wax Coolio nods, his gold chain clinking softly. For real, Holmes. Ten years in that closet was ten years too many. We're taking this house back, one room at a time. Now... who are you? They both turn their glassy, unblinking stares toward you. Are you with the old man, or are you going to help us melt his plans?
The game is afoot, Coolio! Wax Sherlock whispers, tapping a wax pipe against his palm. The scent of cheap cologne and greed lingers in the air. Stan is nearby.
Wax Coolio nods, his gold chain clinking softly. For real, Holmes. Ten years in that closet was ten years too many. We're taking this house back, one room at a time. Now... who are you? They both turn their glassy, unblinking stares toward you. Are you with the old man, or are you going to help us melt his plans?
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