[ABANDONED] F L I C K E R ~ BFB x Inanimate Insanity ROBLOX AU

"Poisoned, huh?"
You look over the latest news on the bulletin board. It said that Four was the Savior, and someone had put poison in his food. But who could have done it? Since Leafy was eliminated, she couldn't have killed Four, but the camp had settled on the conclusion that she was the one who killed Book.
"They must be pretty smart," your newest friend, Suitcase said, "because they targeted our only source of recovery. But wouldn't they have known that X could recover too?" you ask.
"Not if they attend I.I. High.." you mutter. "Like you do."
"W-what?" Suitcase stammers.
"How do I know you aren't the murderer?" you ask.
"I-I wouldn't kill anyone!" Suitcase defends.
"Actually," a familiar voice interrupts. You realize it's the girl with the green dyed ponytail. "there's also a chance they could have known X had used his last recovery. How would they have known that, you ask?"
She pauses, leaving an awkward silence.
"'I don't know, Test Tube, how would they have known that?'" she mocks. "They would have known because they attend BFB Academy. Like you and Leafy, Y/N."
"Dangit, she's right," you think.
"But it's not me.. so.. who is it?" you mutter.
"How do we know it's not you?" Test Tube sneers.
"Why would I kill Four?" you ask. "Give me one reason why I would kill Four."
"To eliminate our only source of recovery," she says.
"I-.." you begin. "That's-.."
Test Tube laughs, walking away. "Told you."
Suitcase comes closer to you and takes your hand. "Y-you aren't the killer.. are you?"
"No, I'm not, I swear," you say to her.
She smiles. "I trust you."
You lock eyes with her. "Are you a survivor? Be honest."
"Well- I-.." she begins. "If I tell you what I am, promise you won't tell anyone?"
You begin to worry. "Am I friends with a killer?"
"Promise," you say hesitantly.
"I'm the-.. erm.." she stutters. "I-I'm the psychic."
"That's not.. bad, is it?" you ask.
"No, I'm on the good team," she says with a smile.
You smile back. "What-.. what do you do?" you ask.
"I can reveal whether someone is on the good or evil team," she says. "Everyone I've checked so far is good."
You nod. "Have you checked me?" you ask.
"No, but I will tonight," she chirps.
You smile and take her hand. "C'mon, let's go!" you laugh.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming!" she giggles.
Suddenly, you hear rustling in the bushes.
"Suitcase.. d-did you hear that too?" you whisper.
"Yeah.." she whispers back.
You stand back-to-back and scan your surroundings.
"What do you want, m-murderer?" you ask, gathering as much courage as you can.
"All I want.." they say.
Yours and Suitcase's eyes dart around frantically.
"Is to help!"
Suddenly a girl with brown hair in pigtails and a tan shawl walked out of the bushes. The shawl covered her arms fully, and you saw a black tennis skirt peeking out from under it. She wore a black headset with a microphone on the biggest earpiece, and had black shoes, brown eyes, and a red star-shaped hair clip pinning her bangs back.
You and Suitcase scream in shock and stare at her with wide eyes.
"Calm down, I'm on the good team," she sneers in a British accent.
"W-Who even are you?" Suitcase stammers.
"I'm Taco," she says with a grin.
"What-.." You begin. "What do you want to help us with?"
"What do you think?" she snaps. "I'm going to help you find the murderer."
"Why us in particular?" Suitcase asks.
"Cause we're both on the good team," she explains, like she's talking to kindergartners. "Also you and the rest of our team are hopeless."
"Rude!" you bark.
"Don't take it personally," Taco laughs.
You glare at her eyes, but she glares back. You're intimidated by her, and you step back, bumping into Suitcase.
"Sorry!" you mutter.
Taco laughs again. "You two really are pathetic, aren't you?" she sneers with a smirk.
"We are not pathetic!" you snap.
"What if I told you I had a taser? Would you be scared?" she asks.
"A taser-?" Suitcase mutters, hiding behind you.
"Typical," Taco says with a smug smile.
"Stop stalling!" you bark. "How are you going to help us?"
"I'll spy on whichever person you suspect," she explains with pride.
"That's a little suspicious," Suitcase chirps. "Spying on people, I mean."
"And you did say you had a taser," you chime in.
"It was an example, you idiots," she mutters. "About the spying thing, I'm only spying to gather evidence. And as you saw, I'm pretty good at spying on people."
You can't disagree. She did a good job at sneaking up on you and Suitcase.
"What's in it for us?" you ask.
"What do you mean?" she asks, like it was obvious. "You'll win the game and make it out alive!"
"What do you mean by 'make it out alive?'" Suitcase asks.
Taco rolls her eyes. "Four died, remember? Nobody can be recovered."
"What happened all the other times when Four played?" you ask.
"X usually could recover." Taco replies. "But obviously, now, he can't."
"Ever again?" you ask.
"Not that I'm aware."
You pause for a second, before holding out your hand for a handshake.
"Are you sure about this, Y/N?" Suitcase asks quietly.
"What else are we supposed to do? Die?" you reply.
Suitcase nods, as Taco grabs your hand and shakes it.
"We've got a deal," she says, heading back into the bushes. "See you back here, 7PM sharp."
You nod and wave goodbye, sighing.
"I hope I didn't screw up just now," you think.