Ten Little Jammers

Ten Little Jammers is a murder-mystery themed story based on Agatha Christie's 'And Then There Were None'. Some causes of death have been edited from the source material. The squeamish should turn away...

Chapter 1
Fuzzy pondered the letter slowly.

"Dear Fuzzy Braveviolet,

You have been selected to be part of our special testing group for a new hotel feature we are working on. You will be able to reside in this hotel until our beta test ends and it may fully enter the game if it is a success. You can access the hotel if you search up the user, but only you and the testing group. Do not let people know or our testing will be a failure.

Sincerely, AJHQ"

The fox continually glanced over the signature of AJHQ. It seemed sketchy. Then again, Fuzzy had never seen the signature of the Headquarters' staff. She could just be overthinking it. She had never been asked to do anything special, let alone be part of a full-blown secret beta test group. She thought she was a bad person, considering what happened that one time at Crystal Sands-

A bump released Fuzzy from her daze. The horse pulling her coach turned back to her. "Ms. Braveviolet, we've reached your den."

She nodded. "Thank you, Chief." She slipped a few gems into Chief's saddlebag.

The fox bolted to her bedroom, a sack upon her curved bed. "Well, I'd best get to the hotel." She plucked some scattered luggage off of the floor. Her warmest hat, her springy clothes, and some Safari Boots. She pulled the package of clothing onto her back.

She searched the user specified in the letter and departed.

Chapter 2
She was welcomed by- an empty desk?

There was no valet, no bellhop, no secretary, not a single employee. "Odd, maybe I came too early." Fuzzy shook her head, try to see if her vision was messed up. She looked up again, no employees.

"Am I at the wrong place?" She approached the lone desk. Everything was roughly scribbled onto one clipboard. Pretty lousy hotel. It was understandable for a beta. She read the rough scribbles, ignoring the poor penmanship.

"Rooms for Hotel Beta Test:

(Female) Fuzzy Braveviolet- Room 1

(Male) Baron Thefella- Room 2

(Female) Mellow Glaringhollow- Room 3

(Male) Swimming Ridgegull- Room 4

(Female) Scooter Ridgegull- Room 5

(Male) General Canyonberry- Room 6

(Male) Doctor Cleverclaw- Room 7

(Male) Earl Leafyshadow- Room 8

(Male) Fierce Brightbird- Room 9

(Male) Sharp Exquisitebulk- Room 10"

Fuzzy felt like she was snooping. "I'd best rest, this hotel is getting to my head." She dizzily walked up the stairs to Room 1.

In the room, she found a nice comfortable Egyptian Couch to use as a bed. There were charming little decorations and furnishings: a chair and desk, some plushies scattered, a star-shaped couch, a bookshelf reaching the top of the room. A golden chandelier hung from the ceiling.

Fuzzy flopped onto the Egyptian-style bed, noticing a Masterpiece on the wall. She sharply rose in the bed, deciding to read it. It was a poem titled "Ten Little Jammers".

Ten little jammers, going out to dine

One choked his little self and then there were nine

Nine little jammers, staying up late

One overslept himself and then there were eight

Eight little jammers, mad have been driven

One went way overboard and then there were seven

Seven little jammers chopping up sticks

One chopped himself in halves and then there were six

Six little jammers playing with a hive

A bumblebee stung one and then there were five

Five little jammers, resting by the shore

One got buried too far in sand and then there were four

Four little jammers, navigating every tree

One fell from too high a height and then there were three

Three little jammers, pondering by the flue

One got thrown in and then there were two

Two little jammers, searching for the sun

One got struck by a jolt and then there was one

One little jammer, finished with all fun

He went and stabbed himself and then there were none

"How was this approved?" Fuzzy stammered, confused by the poem she had just read.