it always ended up this way. the red headed damsel and the blond haired leader searching the basement for clues, which the other three members of the gang searched upstairs. daphne was never much help when it came to searching. she was always either lost or captured, and everyone else had to find her.
the basement was dusty and smelled of mold, as they normally did. daphne shined her flashlight on various objects, fred not to far behind her. “old man jenkins really loved his books, huh..” daphne muttered, finding a not so dusty book and flipping through a few pages.
as velma has so kindly pointed out on multiple occasions, the search groups were always a little fixed. obviously, why else would scooby and shaggy constantly be put together; what with their INCREDIBLE track record. fred just liked the little bit of alone time they got away from the rest of the gang. granted, the circumstances COULD be better, and a little less CREEPY.
“doesn’t seem like he was into ACTUALLY reading them much.” fred ran a finger along the binding of one of the books, wiping away a considerable amount of dust, and probably a spider web or two. scanning the bookcase, the blond stopped when he noticed something out of place. “except maybe this one,” a book that didn’t look like it had ten years worth of dust caked on it. so naturally he pulls it off the shelf, looking around when the jarring sound of old gears shifting echoed through the basement; the bookcase moving to reveal a staircase leading further down into the manor. “creepy moving bookcase; original.”
