At your behest, everyone empties their pockets and bags, even the reluctant queen. As none of the suspects produce the top of the sceptre, the queen grows impatient, "Audience! You too! Everyone, empty your pockets! Shake out your fur! I will have my guards grab you by the ankles and shake you if I have to!"
Static frowns, troubled by the energy of the room. He sighs, reaching down into his pocket, and finds nothing. He reaches into the other pocket and...
"Oh. Oh no."
He frowns, looking down into his hand, and finds the heart shaped top of her sceptre.
"It's him!" Called out a guinea pig beside him, "You highness! He took it! He broke your sceptre!"
"Oh.. No I-" Static began, but it was too late. His fate had been set.
"GUARDS! SEIZE HIM!" The Queen shouted, and the courtroom erupted into chaos.
[YOU HAVE CHANGED THE STORY. VOTING IS NOW NULL TO SWAY THE QUEEN.]
Static looked between the others he had met on his journey, frantic, wondering: who framed me?
[VOTE NOW. WHO DO YOU BELIEVE FRAMED STATIC? THIS WILL EFFECT THE STORY.]