[Play the song Mr DJ!]
Tiny-Clamor is much like every other large city. It's entirely ordinary as far as the world is concerned. The weather is fine, fair, generally warm-ish but with a chill breeze for most of the year. It rains regularly. And it's not on a coast. So there isn't much of a tourism trade. It's full of all the usual sights and sounds and smells you'd find in a city of it's size. Though the people tend to bit a little more relaxed. Like somehow the city never quite lost that easy going feeling from when it was a small village. Even it's very name hints to it's humble nature. Tiny-Clamor. It sounds a little bit rowdy, but not really anything to worry about. Like a pub garden full of merry drinkers singing along to Don't Stop Believing on a sunny Sunday afternoon.
All of this leads up to a pleasant place, but not really a memorable one. The sort of place you pass through on your way to your destination and have a nice meal. You then think to yourself that it was a nice place to take a break from driving and you'll have to come back on the return trip. But then you forget and take the bypass because it's a little bit quicker.
Basically, when choosing a place to visit one would look at Tiny-Clamor and get immediately distracted by Vegas or some other city, forgetting Tiny-Clamor even existed at all.
And that's just the way those who live in Tiny-Clamor like it.
Because underneath all of that pleasant dullness lies a city that is jam packed with the weird and wonderful, the stupendous and the scary, the fabulous and the freaky. It's all gone nuttier than a squirrels secret stash. Hidden right in plain sight are all manner of strange things. Most of them love having the cover of Tiny-Clamor to hide them. Though some would be happy to tear away the veil and show people the man behind the curtain.
And so one day a group of these no good peace-haters decided they were going to be, well... less than stealthy.
The day these people chose was, like roughly a seventh of the days in Tiny-Clamor, a Sunday. And a very nice, casual Sunday it was. The kind of Sunday that gives you a cheeky wink and a nudge, tells you you haven't got anything important to do today and kindly lets you to curl up on the sofa in your pajamas and fluffy slippers for as long as you want. And from that comfortable position you would look out the window to see the city basking gently in a soft cloud of mist. You might see the wind playing on the tree leaves. You'd barely even notice how few people were around. Because they, like you, must also be enjoying their lazy Sunday morning. It was certainly a good day for it. Who'd want to be going out on a day like this? Who would be willing to deal with all that hassle? Not anyone you'd associate with. You can't think of anyone who'd bother going out today. In fact, you can't think of anyone at all. You might suppose that you should be worried about that, but you're probably just tired, you have been working hard today. You deserve a rest, you might think. You might decide that maybe you'll just get a quick nap in before you set about making that breakfast or whatever that thing was you were going to do. Just a quick nap. A little one. You probably won't even get to sleep, you'll just be resting your eyes for a bit really. It's fine... It's all fine.
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP
Suddenly John sprang from his sofa and up onto his feet. His wife's soft pink bunny slippers only half managing to cover his feet. He had no idea when he'd put them on, but he decided he liked them. A decision that was now a secret he would take the the grave. His pajamas hung from his bony shoulders like he was a human coat hanger. A look that was only accentuated by the fact that he was wearing his old pajamas, from before William had helped him lose all that weight. He shook his head gently from side to side and rubbed his eyes in an effort to wake up. Even though he was up and standing he felt like he was still half asleep. It took him a moment to realize why he'd even been woken up. He looked around for a second in confusion before seeing his emergency phone laying at his feet, screen bright and blinking. Every now and then it would shake and make another series of beep noises. He sluggishly leaned down to snatch it up and pressed the only button on it. A large button in the shape of a stylized MB. The Mystery Busters logo. Williams voice emerged.
"DON'T GO TO SLEEP!" His voice screamed right into Johns ear, he winced and rubbed his tired eyes again. "IT'S NOT A GOOD TIME TO SLEEP JOHN IT'S NOT GOOD AT ALL. THEY'RE GUNNA COME AND STEAL YOUR FACES!" John was very much awake now. In fact, he thought he was awake permanently now.
"Wh-what?! Who, eh- uhh, what? Why?! What- Faces?! I've only got one face!" He stammered. His voice doing that high-pitched thing that it does when he gets nervous.
"Well if you go to sleep you'll be wishing you had some spare." John felt faint. The world seemed to spin for a moment. He may never have really been a massive fan of his own face but he at least liked to know it was there. "John, hey! JOHN! Listen John. Okay? It's gunna be fine if you do what I say. Just don't go to sleep. Remember that. It's important. Sleep is bad." Williams breath was coming out harsh and ragged like he'd just been running way further than he was happy about. Though he still had that usual care-free tone to his voice. "I'm sending you a message John. I need you to put it on the website okay? Use the special account, send an MB Alert. Dramus'll know what to do from there." And with that he put the phone down.
John kicked into action. He rushed to his computer. Fought the urge to have a quick nap as it booted up, and opened the Mystery Busters website. Almost as if William had been waiting for the perfect moment to send it, the message he'd promised came through on his phone. So John typed it up word for word and hit send. Then he hoped silently to himself that Dramus was paying attention somewhere. He then set off to find some duct tape to try and stick his eyes open. He couldn't go sleep with open eyes right?
Elsewhere in Tiny-Clamor the members of the Mystery Busters! were finding themselves, for reasons unknown, highly driven in their desire to take a look at the Mystery Busters! website. Some, perhaps, may have been sleeping. Falling prey to the strange sleepiness of the day. But even they would find themselves waking up and feeling a desire to check the website. And when they did they would find something different about the website. Because instantly upon entering the site they would be greeted with massive letters in flashing green and blue stating, simply, ALERT! After clicking on the alert pop-up they would be taken to a message from the one and only leader of the Myster Busters! The handsome one himself. Grand Myster. Though some call him William. For that is his name.
ALERT!
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