Introductions
Chapter 1:
The Louisiana Swamp was muddled with critters and things you had never seen before. Your sleek, expensive boots made their way through the bayou. You blanked at your own stupidity: this is not California. Hopefully the mud will come out.
Your heels echoed on the long, wooden stairs. The house itself was decrepit. While the roof and windows were intact, the paint had begun to peel; no doubt due to the humidity in the air. The same humidity which threatened to ruin your perfectly manicured hair.
You whipped off your sunglasses and made your way inside. The gang was already here, as proven by the infamous “Mystery Machine.” You saw Freddy, Daphne, Velma, Scooby, and Shaggy standing in the front room of the house.
You smiled knowingly. “Hi gang!” You yelled. “Y/N!” they shouted in return, coming over to say hi.
“You wore your Prada boots here?” Daphne asked, rocking the same brand of boots but in her iconic purple. “We’re matching!” You hugged the red head. She was one of your closest friends. She was your first friend during college.
“Nice to see you again, Y/N.” said Freddy. You turned to the blonde-hair, blue-eyed man. He had grown up since you two first met. When him and Daphne were dating in college, he had an innocent look. Now, after countless investigations and murders, you knew that had changed him--all of them. Hugging him, you turned to the last three: the infamous Scooby-Doo, Shaggy, and Velma.
“I see that you have your app up and running, Velms.” You said, smiling knowingly. She created a new kind of social media app, one that features many different abilities.
She pushed her glasses up and smiled, “Sure have! I’ve got your account ready, just let me know when you want to join.” You rolled her eyes jokingly. Despite your interest in social media, you had one social media: Instagram. It was for your students to connect with you mainly. You were an English Professor at the prestigious NYU. Beyond that, you kept your life private due to what happened in the past. You didn’t feel safe sharing your information on numerous accounts. Besides, you barely posted pictures of yourself or your location. You mainly posted new events in the department.
Turning to the last two, you say the redeemed restaurant owner, Shaggy. You ran and gave him a big hug. Shaggy had a bit of a crush on you in college, but you ended up becoming best friends with him. Scooby licked your face lovingly--Scooby was your best friend too, of course. Laughing you said, “Scoobs! Shags! How are my favorite restaurant owners?!”
Laughing with his iconic laugh, “Zoinks, we’re doing great, Y/N. You need to come down from fancy NYU and eat with us. Speaking of food, we’re starving!”
“Yeah, stwarving!” said Scooby. Sometimes you didn’t know if the dog actually talked, or if it was in your imagination. Either way, you were glad to hear his little puppy voice.
As you all enjoyed your reunion, the door opened and in walked the two most intimidating men you had ever seen.
Your eyes widened as you saw a tall, blonde man with a large hammer walk into the house. He looked around and waved at you all. But it was the man next to him--tall, skinnier, but still looked just as strong, with green eyes (like slits) and a small smirk on his face--that you couldn’t stop staring at. He made eye contact with you and it’s like your world stilled. You knew you were staring, but you couldn’t stop. You immediately felt heat rise to your belly. He was beautiful, but he knew so.
He stared you up and down knowingly and his smirk grew even larger. The blond man interrupted your thoughts with his voice: “Good afternoon everyone, my brother and I are here to help with the investigation. We’ve been sent by...err...the New York Police Department to assist you. I am Tho--Thad and this is my brother Logan.” He didn’t seem convinced of his own name, but you smiled all the less.
“Welcome boys, we’re glad to have you.” You approached them and shook both of their hands--the gang following accordingly. Thad had a strong grip and you said “ow” before he quickly let go of your hand. Man of strength that one.
Moving onto Logan, you went to shake his hand, but he lifted it to his mouth. Your eyes widened and you felt yourself holding your breath. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, darling.” He said, while kissing your hand. Before he let go, he licked her hand and you felt more heat rush to your belly. You squirmed a little and it didn’t go past his observant eyes. He smirked once again, before breaking eye contact with you.
You slowly stepped away and tried to get a hold of yourself. After the gang introduced themselves, you all made your way to the back of the house. The owner was waiting for you.
You turned your head slightly and saw Logan staring at you. You felt aware of your bare thighs showing from the dress. Your boots only went up to your knees. You turned back to the owner as he introduced himself as Jeremiah.
“There’s been another murder.” He said, pointing to the dead woman lying on the ground.