Welcome to the Waypoint High School Class of 2016 Yearbook. We're giving out senior superlatives to our favorite games, digging into the year's biggest stories via extracurriculars , and following our favorite characters through their adventures together in fanfic. See you in 2017!
Hi. I'm Alex. I'm an amateur detective, a role I guess I was thrust into after all that weird triangle/alien stuff that went on at Edwards Island (yeah, I know, you don't believe me. I don't believe myself, either).
Anyway, I'm writing this to tell you all about all the weird stuff that went on this year. I guess we're all trying to make sense of it.
It all started with a poster outside the principal's office. Usually, the bulletin board next to his door is filled with boring, serious stuff: the minutes from the latest PTA meeting; a call for students to recycle their aluminum cans; a stern yet unheeded reminder to all the girls on campus that their skirts must not rise above their knees.
This poster wasn't like that. For starters, it wasn't printed on the same, thick white card as the rest, nor did it have the school's logo watermarked on the bottom. It was bright pink, a shocking splash of color against the rest, and it had no words on it—just, simply, a sigil. It sort of looked like a hand, though if you turned it upside down, according to weirdly buff senior JD Fenix, it was definitely a skull.
Below the sigil were ten tiny paper tear-offs, but none of them actually had anything written on them. Nevertheless, they were all gone by the time the lunch bell rang, much to the disappointment of the school's budding symbology enthusiasts (and me—I was on library duty. Boo).
I knew I couldn't take this case on alone, so I asked a friend for help. I knew he'd be on board, because he's always wearing that stupid deerstalker hat and insisting that people call him "Detective" Pikachu. I don't know if "delusions of Sherlockian grandeur" is an official psychiatric diagnosis, but if it were, he'd be an excellent case study.
It wasn't long until the whole school was buzzing, and it wasn't long after that until three distinct factions emerged: the people who cared, the people who didn't, and the people who were pretending not to. This made the first group of people even more curious, and rumors started emerging about how the suspiciously quiet people were involved.