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[final girl.]

“AND I COULD HAVE GOTTEN AWAY WITH IT TOO, IF IT WEREN’T FOR YOU MEDDLING KIDS.” — The Villians of What’s New, Scooby Doo?

MYSTERY INCORPORATED
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Date: October 16th, 1969
{Television Clip #1}
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Police believe a teenage girl who was last seen more than a month ago may have been waiting for an ride from her boyfriend.

Daphne Blake, from Coolsville, Ohio, had been reported missing from her townhouse mansion by her family.

The sixteen-year-old was lasxt seen in the city’s Fifth Street on September 13th.

Coolsville Police Department said it is understood she does have access to a vehicle and would not hitchhike.

She has only recently been reported missing after concerns were raised by her family and closest friends.

Ms. Blake is described to be five foot seven, of small build with red/ginger hair, which is considerably long and full of waves.

She has violet toned eyes, an American accent and when last seen was wearing a purple knit dress with a matching headband and shoes, a lime green scarf, and pink stockings.

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Date: September 17th, 1989
{Television Clip #2}
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The family of a young woman who disappeared on Fifth Street in Coolsville, Ohio twenty years ago has made a fresh appeal for information.

Daphne Blake, who was sixteen at the time, was pictured on CCTV leaving the Go Mart shortly after nine o’clock in the thirteenth of September, 1969.

Police have now also released footage of her with friends.

Her father, George R. Blake, described the twentieth anniversary of her disappearance to be “exceptionally hard”.

On the night she was last seen, she had attended her own party, before traveling to the Go Mart with her boyfriend, Frederick Jones, and friends in a large van.

Reissued CCTV footage shows Daphne standing outside the convenience store for a brief period before walking toward the parking lot.

Despite extensive searches and public appeals by Daphne’s family and police, she has not been seen or heard from since.

When last seen, she was observed leaving the passenger side of a large, green and blue van, to purchase a bag of dog treats, by the label of Doggy Snacks.

Police have now issued earlier footage of Daphne from 1969, in an effort to reach anyone who may recognize her.

On Wednesday, family and friends gathered in Coolsville to release purple balloons to mark the twentieth year anniversary.

Mr. Blake has said, “Dealing with the previous anniversaries was difficult enough, but this one seems exceptionally hard. It just feels like she walked out the door yesterday, it’s so vivid. People will think it’s been a long time, which it has been, but to my family it’s like it only happened yesterday. When you go to bed at night and when you wake in up the morning, all you do is think about Daphne. There’s no escape. You just want to know what’s happened to him her, where she is, and does anyone know anything about her? If they do, please come forward and end this nightmare for our family. To live a life like that, and not know what’s happened to your child, is horrendous.”

Rather, Detective Inspector Kevin Holt, of Coolsville Police Department, has announced, “We’ve issued video footage of Daphne taken in 1969 in hope that this helps to jog the memory of anyone who may have seen her after she left the Go Mart. We continue to ask for the public’s help and I would urge local residents to think back to early September 1969.”

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Date: November 1st, 2018
{Television Clip #3}
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The remains of what is confirmed to be the Daphne Blake was discovered Friday morning, after she was originally reported as a missing person nearly fifty years before.

The corpse of the adolescent was found by searchers, who were looking for another missing person, her body submerged under fifteen feet of water in Coolsville Lake.

The case began on September 14th, 1969, when the CPD put out a bulletin regarding Daphne’s missing status. She was last seen at nine o’clock near the local Go Mart on Interstate Fifty, where detectives believe she was looking for a ride home with friends.

Lieutenant Josefin Gonzaga, with the Coolsville Police and Fire Department, says she happened to be presumed dead before she was assumably thrown into the lake.

The CPD have considered this case to now be a homicide investigation, because they are the originating agency on the initial case of a missing person.

Coolsville Police Department, in a statement, said that they believe foul play to have been a factor in this case.

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A tale of six, quite uniquely, slightly absurd teenagers similar to a group that once was named “The Mystery Gang”. These teens happen to meet during an coincidental detention, when a fight breaks out and they are caught in the middle of it. For what they will soon of the learn about the murder of Daphne Blake will bring them together, leading the group to reluctantly join up, to solve the murder of what was another teen sleuth. But there is a dark figure that may stop them. They must avoid such monstrous things during their investigation. What is their name, you may ask? Who are these meddling kids who stop all bad guys from “getting away with it”?

MYSTERY INCORPORATED.

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STEREOTYPES

THE GENIUS (i.e Velma Dinkley) — Tabitha Ann Martins final girl.

THE HOT ONE (i.e Like... Daphne Blake) — Kendall Robinson kaligurlz

THE LEADER (i.e Frederick “Fred” Jones) — Benjamin “Ben” Hardy baddervibes

THE FOODIE AND THEIR DOG (i.e Norville “Shaggy”
Rogers) — Renee “Rags” Smyth/Brutus karma.chameleon

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[final girl.]

TABITHA

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On the brisk night of November the first, a teenage girl by the name of Tabitha Ann Martins could be found in the kitchenry of her suburban Coolsville home, preparing dinner for herself and her younger brother, Toby. She had finished her homework from classes months before, as to rid of it completely from her agenda and to produce more free time. Her parents were occupied that night, working with the Coolsville Police Department on a case relating to arson and burglary. She had not seen them at all during the day, due to this. It had been a rather clamoring and exhausting Thursday for Tabitha, as she was often rumored at Coolsville High to be a smartass as it was the most suitable name for her in their uncreative minds. She would stalk down the halls, her head lowered as though she were hiding, and yet, she was all they had to talk about.

Born with an astounding IQ of one-hundred and ninety-seven, Tabitha had completed junior high school at the age of nine. She was humble in this, as she wished to be viewed as an average girl by other students. She had earned the support of her parents quickly after, as they wished for her to succeed, and to make them look good doing so. But her peers saw her more as a broad threat to their own egos than a girl trying to find her way in the world. In any indication, if they could detect a slight kink in her near indestructible armor, it caused many unbelievable rumors to be created in the wake of them. She had run a prostitution ring, was a drug dealer, and on many occasions, dubbed to be a “killjoy” or a “party pooper”. Though none of this seemed to truly effect her. Or so they thought. Who would know?

Tabitha continued to rifle through the birch wood cabinets of the kitchen, searching for something she considered most entirely important. Cereal bowls. I never said she was a five star cook, did I? It was pitiful for someone of her IQ, but her parents were far too occupied to be grocery shopping at the moment, so she was forced to make due with the minimal resources set before her.

Dotting the periphery of Tabby’s line of sight, her brother could be found watching the evening news in the living room. Once filling their bowls with Rice Krispies and milk, she stood outside of the room and peered in, as though requesting an invitation to enter. Her pale green eyes reflected the changing toned light protruding from the edges of the device in the middle of the room. The annoyed expression on her face was nearly masked by a smile she forced.

“May I enter thy domain, your royal highness?” She uttered sardonically, casually mocking him from afar. Her feminine, though sarcastic voice was no louder than a mouse.

“Just give me the goddamned bowl, asshole.” Her twelve-year-old brother growled in response, a sense of hunger observed to be in his eye. He was prone to angst and informality, though he was more intelligent than he seemed.

“As you say, my liege.” Tabitha twirled into the room fluently, her dirty blonde hair flowing with her long, purposely dramatic movements. Her classes in ballet when younger could now be put to the test in ability. Her steps were graceful, as she appeared to be a leaf in the breeze. She was able to carry the bowls without slip or spill, maneuvering through the room. She held the bowls above her head, in the aspect to tease her brother.

Being around Toby, Tabitha was quite the goof. She had always been around her sibling, as to humor him. Despite this, it was more a front toward him than all. She was a large bit antisocial in reality, and tended to avoid large groups as not to be mocked from her prior experienced. She had no acquaintances to name, as she had built walls that could not be broken, those you would have to climb to enter. Her brother often made Trump jokes at this. Nevertheless of what Toby said, if was cruel, but she had adapted to this nature of people, as she had been taught there was no kindness in the hearts of the unpure, as her parents quote.

“I don’t even know what the fuck that means, so ha.”Toby feigned offense, managing to steal one of the bowls from Tabitha’s grasp and a spoon from her hand before settling to the leather-bound couch.

Once joining him, seated in a crisscross position, Tabitha grabbed the remote to the television to increase the low volume of it. It was so if they’re parents soon arrived, they would be prepared to greet them without seeming as though they had nothing to do. They would surely arrive at any moment, or so they hoped. Their parents would sometimes not come home until dawn, and would spout reasons as to why they were so caught up in their work.

As Tabitha raised the metal spoon to her lips, she caught a glimpse of the reporter upon the screen. The tone of his voice was quiet and remorseful, mentioning none other than a missing persons case from nearly fifty years before.

“... originally reported as a missing persons case nearly fifty years ago.”

Tabitha’s adept mind reminisced of the previous investigational cases she had overheard, as she was a summer intern for the Coolsville Police Department just months before. Many of the cases in 1960 were of centered around those whom had stolen valueable devices, or men whom had happened to psychically abuse their wives for invalid reasons. Or civilians who dressed as ghosts for ominous reasons. Her conscience then drifted to a rather odd disappearing of Daphne Blake. An adolescent of her age born nearly seventy years ago. She turned her attention toward the television once more, and rarely happened to notice her breath catch.

For she had almost failed to notice her correct assumption over the distant blaring of sirens ringing in her ears.

conquer | from | within

 

[kaligurlz]

Kendall Shea Robinson​

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First came the quick bite, then a smooth, smoky oak finish with the cinnamon dash from the Coke. Kendall cleared his throat before lifting the crystal glass back to full lips, carefully drawing a long sip of the mixed drink. Kendall Robinson's parents were gone for the week and for damn sure he was going to get drunk. Across the island countertop of their family's modern kitchen, Kendall's younger sister watched in silent anticipation, her eyes wide, elbows on the counter as she leaned over it. "Is it as good as dad says?" she blurted out quickly, "I want to try it!"​

Kendall's sister Sadie was almost near clone of him and despite being a year younger, the two were constantly confused for twins. For him, he understood the confusion. Kendall and Sadie were the closest of the five siblings in their family and for years had been inseparable. Hell, Sadie had even wanted to try out for the football team, which led to playful teasing between the two for the past year. Really, as his mother put it, two peas in a pod. Sadie and Kendall even shared the shame expressions for fucksake. So it didn't surprise him Sadie was tempted into trying alcohol, just like he had one year ago with their older sister. However, the young man was determined not to have this as another thing the two youngest siblings shared with one another.​

Kendall took another sip before leaning into the counter, flashing a lopsided grin, "No, I think not little Sadie," she dramatically groaned, causing Kendall to bark out a laugh, "You're just much too young."​

Sadie sent a quick jab into his arm across the counter, smile plastered across her face, "You're a dick, Ken."​

The empty house echoed with their laughter, their parents off on a romantic vacation trying to rekindle the flame that had been snuffed out with the family's move to Coolsville. It was only when Sadie and Kendall were alone the house was full of vigor and life, their parents even electing to sleep in different bedrooms earlier in the year. Their father had spent more than a few months justifying it with 'What's best for my son,' as opposed to 'What's best for my family.' Kendall thought it was ridiculous the kids handled the situation better than the parents, but he supposed adult relationships had different trials and tribulations than teenage ones.​

As Kendall continued to absently pull at the glass of liquor, as Sadie picked up the whiskey bottle watching the amber liquid intently with her steely gaze. He thought for a moment, that he had an idea, maybe to share a drink with his younger sister, but put the thought in the back of his mind. He remembered in the same situation his older sister had done the same before she was off to college. Kendall had spent the entire night sick and then regretted his decision heavily the next day.​

"Hey Sadie, why don't you give it a smell?"​

His sister uncorked the bottle with a pop, sloshed the contents around and brought the neck of the bottle under her nose...​

"Shit, Ken! This smells like death!" she said between gags, "Does it taste as bad, too?"​

Laughter erupted from Kendall as he threw his head back. "You're damn straight it does. Makes you feel like shit, too. Want some still?"​

Sadie made a disgusted noise, shaking her head and waving Kendall off, which caused a new wave of laughter from within him. She capped the bottle, placing it on the table and left the room, but not before shooting her brother the bird. Kendall pushed himself off the counter and followed her into the family room. His sister was seated cross-legged on their leather couch, he made his way next to her and planted himself down beside her.​

"You gonna share that blanket or do I need to steal it from you?" Sadie rolled her eyes, but smiled warmly, covering her brother's legs, "Thank you, what are we watching?"​

"The news," Sadie responded, "I know how into that murdered girl's case you are."​

In truth, the whole town seemed to have Daphne Blake on the mind, her body recently having been found in one of the local bodies of water. Kendall couldn't remember if it was a lake or river, but he figured it really didn't matter. It took the police almost five decades to find her in their own backyard and that is what really had Kendall interested in the case. An inside job, maybe? That'd explain how it took so long, but the thought chilled Kendall deeply. Was Coolsville really that dark of a place?​

It was his sister that brought him out of his thoughts, "Are those sirens, Kenny?"​

 

[karma.chameleon]

The night was was cold enough that Rags' breath made little clouds in the velvet air. "Brute," she said carelessly. "Check it, I'm a dragon."

She rolled over on the frost pricked grass, until she lay face to face under the stars with her grey mutt. Letting out an extravagant puff of breath, she let her lips curl into an impish grin when the hound, who had shifted his own body to mirror her coiled position, blinked against the onslaught of mist. He was quick to retaliate, though; his heavy pants and putrid breath forcing her to scowl and sit up. "Brute." She muttered sullenly, intending the word to mean more than her pet nickname for the hound.

Planting her hands, already numb in the brisk night air, on the grass next to her, she pushed herself to her feet. Stargazing was fun, especially when the experience was aided by select other materials, but it was cold as balls out, and not even the hollow effects of boredom could keep her outside her home for much longer.

Ms Smyth had left for the night, leaving Rags and Brutus to entertain themselves. God knew Rags didn't have a license; wouldn't for another few years, the way she was going. And walking alone in the middle of the night? That was a big nope in her book.

She preferred to think of it as less cowardice, more common sense.

So they stayed home, under the stars, alone.

Making it halfway to the house, jumping slightly in an effort to keep her bare feet out of the frost, she was surprised to find Brutus wasn't following her. She turned on herself, eyebrow raised. "C'mon, man. I'll get, like, frostbite."

The mutt didn't move, his eyes plastered on the line of hedges the separated them from the road, and presently Rags discovered why. The distant wailing of sirens sent the tingle of a shiver to the base of her spine, and she wrapped her arms around herself. "Brutus." She called, and the Wolfhound turned, surprised at her uncharacteristic sharp tone. "Lets go inside."​

 

[baddervibes]

Ben Hardy

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"And just where do you think you're going?" comes a stern voice from behind. Ben exhales, closing his eyes in an already-accepted defeat. He hadn't even passed the threshold of the kitchen before having gotten caught: that's got to be a new record. He turns to face his mother: a small Vietnamese woman with horn-rimmed glasses and a black, messy up-do. She stands firmly in place at their kitchen island, a bowl of marinated chicken in front of her, with the news playing softly in the background. Her arms are crossed, her hip is cocked, and her head is turned ever so slightly to the left: the power stance.

"Uh, I have study group-"
"Try again, Benjamin." She interrupts, making her son visibly gulp. Full name usage is never a good sign.
"Uhm...I'm going to my friend's-"
"Again, Benjamin." Mrs. Hardy says, not even moving a muscle. "Maybe try the truth this time."
Ben's mom has heard it all: every excuse and off-the-cuff lie that her son has ever tried to spin. She could tell when her son was lying from a mile away: blind-folded in the middle of a rainstorm with her hands tied behind her back. Mrs. Hardy had made it an art form by this point. Ben can't even utter another word before a pair of stained chopsticks are being pointed at him in accusation.

"Benjamin Scott Hardy: you dare step within a mile of that lake then may God himself spare you from my-"
"Who says I'm going to the lake!?" Ben protests, "I didn't say that! For all you know I could be going out to buy weed or get drunk or have unprotected sex!"
His mother sighs, dropping her arms to her sides and giving Ben a look of sincere worry: power stance broken.
"You're just going to waltz right into a crime scene, in the dead of the night, for your little radio show-?"
"Podcast!" Ben is quick to correct her and she shakes her head.
"Do you know how much damage you can cause? Do you know how irresponsible this is? Benjamin you are eighteen years old: you don't know any better than the police. This is their job and not yours. You can't just go-"
"-Meddling around in other people's business. Yeah, yeah, I know." Ben finishes, having heard this spiel a hundred times before.

Ben huffs, drops his backpack to the ground, and slides onto a stool across from his mother. He ignores her frustrated sigh and lets his eyes glaze over at the news anchor reporting on the TV. Commentary on Daphne Blake's disappearance plays underneath the crinkling of saran wrap and the hum of the fridge: he knows it by heart at this point. He lets his head rest on the cool kitchen island as the voice of the somber report fills the room: they get a date wrong, mispronounce someone's name, and Ben feels his eye twitch. The tension in the room dies down as the report continues and a hand starts to comb through Ben's hair.
"Sorry." He mumbles and his mother hums in acceptance.
"I just don't want you getting hurt." She says just as quietly, her hand only leaving to place tomorrow's dinner in the fridge.

The news cuts to commercial and a bad jingle for dog food replaces the dreary report. It's not enough to distract Ben from the craziness of it all. All those years lost to time and Daphne was just waiting at the bottom of Coolsville Lake for someone to find her. She must have been so scared. She must have felt so lonely. He imagines Mrs. Blake waiting, like his own mother, for their child to return safely home. Maybe he can finally understand why she gets so anxious whenever he forgets to call or sneaks off late into the night.

Ben's eyes fall at the sound of the kitchen sink turning on. In the darkness he's able to think: about his mother, about the lake, and about Daphne waiting at the bottom. He thinks about school and his podcast and his next football game. He thinks about a physics test he forgot about and his step-father driving home from the radio station. He's also thinking about how annoying this dog food commercial is and how it's going to get stuck in his head.

And over top all of this, sirens began to blare in the distance. They drown out everything: the sink, the ads, the thoughts. The sirens go off screaming into the night and Ben opens his eyes to see his mother watching silently as the news returns.
"Breaking news for those of you just joining us! A fifty-year old case is finally solved after a search party turns up something they didn't expect..."
Solved. Ben scoffs in his head, closing his eyes once again to think. Nothing is solved just yet, not if Benjamin Scott Hardy has anything to say about it.

That night, between blaring sirens and worried mothers, Ben thinks of a plan.

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