Meta stood in front of a run down apartment building. Police cars were outside as well as FBI. He remove his mask and opened up his coat pocket to pick out an FBI tag to put on his coat. He went inside and was stopped by Police. "Let me see your badge sir." Meta shows him the badge, "Level Six, room Six Six Seven sir." Meta nods and makes his way to the Elevator. After the Elevator made it to the sixth floor, he walked down the hall. There he noticed an apartment with police tape on the front door. He took out one of his knife from a sheath attached to his belt and cut through the tape. A FBI officer stopped him. "Excuse me sir, who the Hell are you?" Meta narrowed his eyes at him. "I am Mr. Summer, FBI of MegaCity, I was called here because I've heard that these people may have died under unusual circumstances. Now you can either show me the *CENSORED* body or I'll take this same knife and jab it into your jugular!" The agent gulp, "Right this way." Meta loved scaring the crap out of these people.
They walked into a room in the back of the apartment. There, four body lay dead. All of them were wearing robes and cloaks. "Dammit, bluepills," Meta thought. He kneels down at one of the body and notice the Pentacle around her neck. "A bunch of crazy kids trying to be witch, they probably poisoned themselves." "They're not crazy, they are Wiccans, and I doubt their drink was poisonous," Meta picks up the Chalice and sniff it, and he took a sip, "See, it's just salt water. Wiccans believe that Salt, or Salt Water purifies their ritual space and protects them from negative forces." The agent rolled his eyes. Meta looks up at him. "Do we have an ID on the bodies?" "Yes sir, they are Anna Long, Michelle Thompson, Adam Smith, and Amelia Stonnell." Meta wrote down the name in his notepad and nods at the Officer. "So no physical wounds?" "No sir, it just seems like they dropped dead." Meta was afraid of this, he was afraid that they did something that exposed themselves to the truth of the simulation.
"Yea well, I will keep in touch with you." Meta then walked out of the apartment. The officer stood there, "But we didn't exchange information!" he thought.
They walked into a room in the back of the apartment. There, four body lay dead. All of them were wearing robes and cloaks. "Dammit, bluepills," Meta thought. He kneels down at one of the body and notice the Pentacle around her neck. "A bunch of crazy kids trying to be witch, they probably poisoned themselves." "They're not crazy, they are Wiccans, and I doubt their drink was poisonous," Meta picks up the Chalice and sniff it, and he took a sip, "See, it's just salt water. Wiccans believe that Salt, or Salt Water purifies their ritual space and protects them from negative forces." The agent rolled his eyes. Meta looks up at him. "Do we have an ID on the bodies?" "Yes sir, they are Anna Long, Michelle Thompson, Adam Smith, and Amelia Stonnell." Meta wrote down the name in his notepad and nods at the Officer. "So no physical wounds?" "No sir, it just seems like they dropped dead." Meta was afraid of this, he was afraid that they did something that exposed themselves to the truth of the simulation.
"Yea well, I will keep in touch with you." Meta then walked out of the apartment. The officer stood there, "But we didn't exchange information!" he thought.
