The setting is the Maniac Mansion. It’s the wee hours of the morning. All is calm, the sun is bathing us in kind rays before his overzealous hours.

Wooden floorboards creak, waking up the master of the house. A beret-wearing bespectacled, unhinged creature stands still in the doorway, blocking the most obvious issue.

“What the… Papermaiden, what are you doing here?”

“Oh, I let myself in through the staff door on your secret stage on the roof.”

Maniac begrudgingly starts looking for a notepad, jotting down “Buy better locks and install them ASAP,” yet another bullet point on his never-ending list of renovations.

“That clears up part of the how, but none of the what.”

“Well, I just stumbled upon a new idol soloist and I was wondering if I could cover them.” Continue reading →