Mabel's Diary (an OMITB fanfic)

## General Info

By BeanieAndTheDucks

**Genre:** Drama

**Rating:** MA (Mature Audiences)

**Trigger Warning:** Blood, gore, death

**Warning:** Innappropriate language, sexual references

## Timeline Info

This takes place throughout the series Only Murders in the Building, each chapter is each episode in chronological order from Mabel's point of view.

## Part 1- S1, Ep1- True Crime

Dear Diary,

That sounds stupid. Whatever. I just feel like I need to write this down:

I had the dream again. The dream where I kill him with my knitting needle. Why do I keep repeatedly having this dream? What does it mean? Who is he? When I stab him why do I feel so… satisfied? Something must be wrong with me.

Today I ran into two really old men. One of them played Brazzos on that old cop show, and the other had a strange obsession with theater and pop culture. We met on the elevator. The theater obsessed one kept talking about my headphones. It was awkward so I just didn’t say anything back…

Also, on the elevator, was- I shouldn’t talk about it. Someone might find out. Regardless, he was carrying a trash bag while talking to a client on the phone.

Later the power went out. Right when I was in the middle of my favorite true crime podcast. I had nothing better to do, so I went downstairs for some food. As I walked into the restaurant, the two old mean were sitting there. They invited me over. Apparently they’re fans of the podcast too, and before I knew it we were having fun making theories and finding clues. Soon the fire alarm went off.

Wait- no- this is wrong. Maybe the fire alarm went off at the same time as the power. I- I can’t remember. I’ve been struggling a lot with my memories lately, more now than ever. Whatever it was, the three of us snuck back inside and went into the room of the crime. There, laying on the floor, was the guy from the elevator. Dead. His face slowly decaying with a puddle of blood on the floor. I got so caught up in staring at him I didn’t notice the policewomen behind us. Oliver (the theater obsessed old man) asked her what happened, and she said it was a suicide. Tim Kono killed himself. I knew I couldn’t have been. It was obviously murder. I don’t know who did it or how, but there is no way this guy would kill himself. Not today.

We went back to Charles’ (the old man who played the cop) apartment to discuss what happened. We all agreed it was definitely a murder. We needed to find out who did it, how, and why. The police were against us saying we’re crazy. But they’re the wrong ones. I just know it. We go over what happened in the elevator. He was on the phone, carrying a trash bag. Oliver decided we should check the trash downstairs. In the trash were wine glasses, and notes. Suicide notes. But why would someone throw away their suicide notes? Was he trying to perfect them or something? They didn’t seem like authentic notes. They seemed set up to look that way. While we were digging through the dumpster Oliver decided we should start a podcast. So we did. Well, he did, mostly. This is more than just a suicide. This is a mission. A mission to find out who killed Tim Kono. I guess I’m doing this now.

## Part 1- S1, Ep2- Who is Tim Kono?

Today was a bit of a crazy day. Oliver, Charles, and I went to Tim Kono’s memorial service. Apparently not a single soul in the building likes him. They’re all happy he’s dead. Bunny, the building manager who organized the service, even called Tim a “f\*cking moron.” Then some guy named Harold started talking about his dead cat so everyone started sobbing. Oliver recorded them all saying how much they hate Tim for our podcast. This does make it seem like one of them killed Tim. Especially because they said he has asthma and couldn’t have any of the building’s fireplaces open, and everyone is glad they can use their fireplaces again. One lady even claims Tim’s empty apartment for herself. Would someone kill just for real estate? Just for a fireplace?

Also, Oliver stole all of the dips from the service for his apartment. Apparently he *only* eats dips. And he has to steal them too because he can’t really afford food. I understand. I can’t really either. But at least I eat more than dips.

Later today we broke into Tim’s apartment. Oliver was distracted when he found- ugh- “sex toys” belonging to Tim. I don’t want to talk about that.

I found the whole collection of Hardy Boys books on Tim’s shelves. I should let you know, I used to be friends with Tim. I spent my vacations here at the Arconia. Tim was always honest, even if it meant being rude. We both loved *The Hardy Boys*, an old book series about boys who would break into places looking for clues. Later in its when Tim and I made friends with Zoe and Oscar, we would “hardy boy” into other’s apartments in the Arconia. Zoe always went a bit too far, stealing expensive jewelry. One night when we were “hardy boying” our way into someone’s place, she stole and emerald ring. Later that night there was a New Years Eve party, where… where she was found dead. She feel off the roof, and someone pushed her.

Being in Tim’s apartment kept giving me flashbacks. I saw him, on the floor, talking to me. I know it wasn’t real but it felt real. He was talking to me, making me feel guilty, as I saw his face turn from normal to rotting from his ear, like the day of his death. Luckily Oliver and Charles snapped me out of it to leave. They asked me if I knew Tim, but I said no. I feel like I shouldn’t tell them. I- I don’t think I can trust them just *yet*.

Later today I went back to Tim’s apartment alone to revisit the memories. I thought I’d pull a Hardy Boy book from the shelf and skim through it. When I opened the book I found jewelry inside. The book’s pages were carved out in the middle to fit jewelry inside. I checked another book. The same thing. I started taking book by book and emptying the jewelry onto a pile on the floor. Ever book had priceless gems. And there were more than 70 books. I didn’t know what was going on, but just in case, I made a video on my laptop. If you’re reading this and I’m gone, go. Go check my computer. The video is on my home screen labeled “IN CASE I’M NEXT”.

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(More coming soon)