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(Author's Note: For context, this was first brought up on Discord when I said I could probably write a better Piggy Novel than the actual Piggy Novel. So I decided to try. This by all means does not mean I'm good at writing, nah, I just wanted to do this for fun. I'll definitely be doing this for all of Book 1, and if there is enough demand, Book 2. Without further ado, here is MoonlightMeowstic's Piggy Novel, Chapter 1)
I stopped the car outside of the big green house, and opened the car door. Walking over to the sidewalk, I looked up at the house. “Well, this is the last place that Georgie Piggy was last seen,” I said. I stood there for a bit before starting to walk down the path to the house. Halfway there, I heard a noise that sounded a bit like a branch cracking, and paused. “What was that sound?” I asked, looking around. I didn’t see anything to my left or right, and continued walking. Just before I reached the door, I heard something that sounded like footsteps, and before I could look to see what it was, I felt something hard hit my head and blacked out.
When I finally woke up, I saw that I was surrounded by gray brick walls, and was sitting on a floor that felt… strangely earthy, as if it were dirt instead of floor. There was also a bench near to where I was, and a door locked by an orange lock. To my surprise, I wasn’t tied up, so I was able to stand up relatively easily, despite the dizziness that hit as soon as I did. Peeking around the staircase leading upstairs, I also saw a small room with a blocked-off tunnel. There was also a purple-colored key and a wrench. Grabbing the wrench, I walked slowly up the stairs and creaked open the door. The house was very simple on the inside, with a way to the kitchen next to the door I opened, and a hallway on the other side of where I was. The door to the front of the house, unfortunately, was blocked off. I did see a place where I could use my wrench, though, so I fiddled with the panel until it turned green. Slipping the wrench into my pocket, I heard the sound of a crash. Not wanting to stick around, I ran into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, I quickly took note of its setup, just in case I needed somewhere to run or escape. Picking up a green key on a bench, I decided to head down the hallway on my right to investigate. I found a door locked by a green lock, and decided to see if the key would work on it. Unsurprisingly, it did work, and the lock fell to the ground with a resoundant thud. Quickly opening the door, I spotted a red key and a hammer. Switching the green key for the red one and grabbing the hammer, I headed out into the main room… where I saw someone. An individual with a red dress who looked strikingly similar to someone I’ve seen in pictures of the Piggy Family. But no, it couldn’t be her. In any case, they headed towards the kitchen, and I waited until they were inside before I bolted upstairs.
On the second floor, I pushed open the door that led to the bedroom. There wasn’t anything that could immediately help me there, but there was a yellow safe. I kept its location in mind and decided to head up one more floor. Heading up the stairs, I saw a door similar to the green door, except this time with a red lock. Unlocking it with the red key, I picked up a blue key and walked out of the room. Oddly, there was a large gap in between the two halves of the attic. I remembered that there was a large plank in the red door room, and picking it up, I carefully placed it down so I could walk over to the other side. Another panel was there, with a wire that led underneath a door. Walking over and opening the door, I spotted a peculiar sight. “Lasers?” I said in disbelief. “Who would have lasers in their house? Well, I can probably shut them off using the panel,” and I walked over to the panel, doing just that. A loud shutdown sound then played, and heading into the door, I found a green gear and a purple key. “Well this just keeps getting weirder and weirder,” I said. “A green gear? Who would put that in their attic?” There was also a vent heading down to the second floor. I felt nervous about going down it, but figured it would be much quicker than the stairs. Taking a deep breath, I fell through the vent and hit the second floor with a loud crash.
“Ow, that hurt.” I said, after landing. Walking over to the catwalk, I once again saw the individual on the main floor. I realized I needed to use the hammer to get the planks off of the door, but I couldn’t do it right now because the thing was there. Looking closer I realized that they didn’t just look similar to a member of the Piggy family… but they were one. “Oh no…” I said softly. “Oh no, no, no, no…”
The person in the house was Penny Piggy, Georgie’s older sister. Suddenly, Penny looked right up at me, her eyes all blacked out except for a red pupil, which flashed. She started running up the stairs, and in a panic, I ran into another room, opened up a window quickly, and jumped out, without thinking about what would happen. Once again, I landed on the ground hard. “I’m surprised I haven’t broken a bone yet.” I said. That’s when I noticed the shed, which had a blue key. Opening the door, I found a yellow key and a purple safe. Opening the safe, I found… a gun. “Okay, now this is just getting ridiculous,” I said, picking it up. “A gun? What’s the point of that?” Though now that I think about it, it did explain why there was ammo just scattered around the house. I even picked some up. I picked up the yellow key, and walking over to the well, I got an orange key. That’s when I noticed a panel for gears, and I put the green gear in. “Now I just need two more, a red one and a blue one.” Heading around the shed, I noticed a boarded up hole in the ground, and hit the boards with a hammer, before going inside.
After crawling through a tunnel, I took off another board from the end, realizing I was back in the basement where I started. Running over to where the orange door was, I opened into a garage where the two other gears were. Then I quickly ran upstairs and took the planks off of the front door. Penny then appeared in the kitchen and I pointed the gun at her. “I am… so so sorry about this,” I said, before I shot at her. Penny was knocked back a little bit, but to my surprise did not fall down, like I expected her to. “Huh, I guess she’s stronger now?” I didn’t stick around to see what would happen, and ran into the bedroom to open the yellow safe.
After easily opening the safe to reveal a code, I remembered seeing a codepad downstairs. Creeping over to the stairs, I saw that Penny had now disappeared, meaning she was definitely on the move again. Quietly moving down the stairs, almost tripping as I did, I inputted the code into the codepad, which beeped to indicate that it was correct. Unfortunately, I was not done, as I was only missing one more thing: A white key. “Why does this house need so many keys?” I asked myself. I wondered if that was what the gears were for, so I opened a door to my left… and saw Penny staring down at me. As she raised her bat to hit me, I ran into the kitchen, slipping on the floor and crashing into the table, before scrambling up onto the kitchen counter and getting out the window.
Quickly shoving the gears into the panel, the well started to pull a bucket up, revealing a white key that had somehow not fallen out. Breathing heavily, I grabbed it and looked at it. “Now to get out of this awful, awful place.” I looked at the back door, which was rattling, and slipped through the window quickly before Penny could get outside. Running through the kitchen again, this time being careful not to slip, I unlocked the white lock and wrenched the door open. “I’m free…” I said, almost not able to believe it. “I’m free!” I ran out of the door laughing almost maniacally. I spun around a little bit before falling and sitting on the sidewalk, laughing and crying. “That was one of the worst experiences of my life, and as a detective that’s saying a lot,” I said. After a while, I finally calmed down, and, brushing the gravel and dirt off my pants, grabbed my radio. “Hey Doggy?” I said, hoping he would hear me. I stood there for a while before he finally responded. “Detective? What’s going on? It’s my day off!” he said. I took a few shaky breaths before I answered. “I need you to meet me at the station. I have something I need to discuss with you.” I heard him sigh on the other side of the radio before he said “Alright. I’ll be there in a bit.” I cut the transmission and headed out to my car, not realizing that this was just the start of the longest adventure I would ever go on.
Rere’s Epilogue Request
(AN: Rere wanted me to write an epilogue. He had been mentioning Markiplier as something I should've added, and I stated that he had died in the Garage and Player didn't find him. So he wanted me to write an epilogue as a sort of "redemption" for Mark's death. Just a warning that there is going to be a lot of Penny bullying in this epilogue, so if you're not comfortable with that, please skip to the replies section or click off this post)
Penny was walking around the house alone. She had nothing to live for in her sad, pathetic life, not any more. Just spending her days walking around her sad, empty house. There was someone here, but they were gone now, because Penny was so pathetic she didn’t get any friends. Her family was all gone, because Penny was so sad her family left to get away from her bad vibes. So she did nothing but wander around sadly. Suddenly, she heard loud footsteps coming up from the basement. She watched it, thinking nothing would happen, when the door slammed open. Out stepped a very buff man with a mustache. “Omg, Markiplier!” she squeaked. “I thought you were dead under my car!”
“I always come back,” he said. “But you won’t!” He punched Penny so hard that she crashed through her front door and landed in the street 5 blocks away. As she died sad and pathetically because Markiplier was just so cool, a hand came and dragged her into the depths. “Who are you?” she said weakly, because she was pathetic. “I am TIO and you are going to join my cult. I don’t take no for an answer.” As she was dragged away, she screamed and cried, because she was sad and pathetic and nobody loved her.