His aviators shimmered in the sunlight. He steps off his metal horse, his custom baby seal leather boots shining. The gathered crowd grows silent. Time seemed to slow. His mustache quivered, if only for a moment, and the crowd went back to a silent whisper. They knew why he was here. He knew why he was here. And the dead body knew why he was here.
“Murder” he muttered, his mustache dancing on his upper lip.
The shields before his eyes fell, exposing the sunlight to the corneas beneath. Their lids tighten, and he gazes upon the scene. Something’s off.
He approaches the Castle’s facade, where an distressed Cowboy and his fellow Astronaut are hovering over the corpse. A princess looks on.
“Stand back“, his deep voice bellows. They oblige.
Observation #1, he thinks, victim is humanoid but clearly not human. His ears are the size of his hands, which are nearly half the size of his enlarged head. Oddly enough, the victim’s only clothing is that of read trousers, white gloves, and yellow shoes.
Looking up he orders the body to be removed. The blood on the ground is now fully revealed, and he can focus on the evidence at hand.
Leading from where the head lie, rodent tracks immortalized in blood are still wet. What appears to be the murder weapon rests far from the head, almost as if thrown. And something glimmering catches his eye; something of monetary value.
He picks it up, mustache trembling, as he reads the inscription carved into the coin. Chuck. E. Cheese.
