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It was hot. So hot, in fact, that a young Scooby Doo was sweating as he padded down the streets of Hinamizawa in search of a grocery store. This village was too small for the young man, he couldn’t seem to find the store, just fields and paddocks and houses that looked very Japanese, which made sense as he was in Japan now. That’s right, his mother and father made him move to Hinamizawa, Japan from his home town of Iowa, United States of America. It was a tough adjustment, seeing as he didn’t speak Japanese, but luckily that didn’t seem to matter at all. All that mattered right now was finding a store to buy himself a snack… a Scooby snack.
He shivered intensely at the thought, but kept casually running in a bipedal manner. His short dark hair flopped against his sticky forehead as he ran. Finally, he saw something that brought him hope… a small store on the corner of the road. He sighed with relief and burst inside.
Inside was none other than Fred Jones. He’d met Fred-sama at school, along with three other new friends who he’d happily joined in their mystery solving club. Fred had a nice smell and beautiful green hair, but also got angry too easily, a real temper hidden beneath the thin outer layer of skin. Fred-sama smiled as Scooby entered.
“Oh, hey Scooby-Doo-chan.” Fred-sama said, raising his eyebrow suggestively. “Didn’t think I’d be seeing you here.”
“Rello there red…” Before Scooby could laugh mischievously, Fred-sama cut him off, his face falling dramatically.
“Shut up.” He said, looking behind Scooby, like he could see something that Scooby himself wasn’t privy to.
And then he ran out of the store. Scooby thought it was strange, but grabbed his Scooby Snacks and left anyway, finally satiated and too happy to care about Fred Jones and his weird antics.
Although he was mad about moving here, Scooby Doo had to admit that Hinamizawa was quite beautiful, and nothing like old Iowa. And the people here were so kind, nothing like he was used to in the US of A. He sighed, sitting on the ground with his snacks, listening to the soft cry of the cicadas indicating that it was nearing dusk.
And that’s when out of the darkness loomed a figure… small and petite yet full of something Scooby Doo recognised… a strong desire to solve mysteries. He couldn’t see the figures face, but he already knew who it was.
“Velma? Is rat rou?” He called out, and of course out came Velma-san, a small and strange girl with one desire in life – mystery solving, such is her clubs’ prerogative.
“Hey there Scoob,” She said in her unmistakeable American accent. She sauntered over to him, but as she approached, so did someone else… A man with a large Moustache and cowboy hat that could scare anyone.
“Scooby Doo? Is that you?” The man asked, and Velma-san slinked back into the shadows at the sight of him.
“Res, rats me, Scooby Dooby Doo!” Scooby shouted excitedly.
“I’m Sherriff Bronson Stone. Have you been in contact with… the mystery gang?”
Scooby nodded, and Sherriff shook his head.
“I’d stay away from them if I were you…” and with that the sheriff disappeared. Scooby shrugged it off and Velma-san appeared, her eyes dark, almost empty.
“Rello Velma! Riding in the bushes again, rats rou all right.”
Velma-san stared at Scooby. “Come with me,” she said, grabbing him by his five fingered hand and dragging him to a big dump heap of trash.
“Are you going to the Watanagashi festival?” She asked, digging through the piles of garbage.
“Rell I ron’t know Velma-san, ri’ve never reven heard of rit before!”
“It means “to wash the organs” festival.” Velma-san said, salivating loudly.
Suddenly behind them was a man.
“こんにちは子供たち.” Said the man.
“Rello there, ry name’s Scooby Dooby Doo!” Scooby shouted at the stranger.
“あなたはここの周りの死を聞いていましたか？この場所は殺人が関与する神秘的な過去を持っています.” Said Tomitake-san, his smile fading as he spoke. "四肢切断."
Scooby slowly turned to face Velma-san, who was still digging through garbage. He turned back to ask Tomitake-san questions about the murders, but he was gone.