CoffeeShop Murders ~ DNF (completed)

Day 1

♡︎𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅♡︎

"Clay?" I call out, looking around the small coffee shop. I see a head perk up in the distance, and a pair of headphones come off of a head that's being covered with an oddly colored yellow hoodie.

I see him stand and stretch for a moment before walking over to the register, taking the coffee.

"Thanks," he says kindly. I return the gesture with a small smile and a nod before turning back away for the next order. I can tell he's lingering there for a moment, but I say nothing about it. Moments later, the feeling is replaced with a comfortable silence.

That man came here every day. He ordered the same thing, usually. If he wanted anything extra, it would usually be an extra shot of expresso, or a muffin to go along side it. Nothing too different.

I check my watch. My break would be in around fifteen minutes.

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Before I knew it, it was break time. I slip off my apron for the time being and sigh in relief. Walking out of the register escape, I get myself in line. After I order myself a coffee, I go sit down at a nearby table with my phone in hand.

Snapmap✨
"Hey Gogy 👁👁"

I cringe at the notification. Nick likes to text me as soon as I get on my break. Almost like he has an alarm set or something. Regardless, I press on the notification and type a reply with one hand while the other holds the coffee.

"hi"

I watch Nick's name rise and disappear at the bottom of the Discord chat, but my mind wonders somewhere else. I look in front of me and see Clay sitting there on his computer. He looks almost intimidating. But in an intriguing way. Almost. I wouldn't see his face from where I was sitting, but I could briefly see the screen. A...report document? Essay? Maybe even a story of some kind. I knew he was quiet, but I didn't think he was that quiet. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. The way his hair fell outside his hoodie, the way the light reflected on his hair ever so slightly, the light shade across the rest-

A call notification snaps me out of my thoughts. I jump and grab my phone, turning off my sound immediately. I see people turn to me, and I hid myself from embarrassment. I quickly stand and walk out, answering the Discord call.

"Nick, what the fuck?!"

I hear laughing on the other line before a listening to a fit of coughs.

"Dude, I texted you like 50 times just now. You know you have to answer. Especially on your break. I mean c'mon now. Were you staring at that guy again?"

How did he-...nevermind. It's Nick. "No. I wasn't. I was drinking my coffee."

"For a full 3 minutes?"

Was I staring at him for 3 minutes? That probably looked so weird. "Yes. I was drinking my coffee for a full 3 minutes. Anyways, anything else you want."

I lean against the walls of the coffee shop, closing my eyes and listening to Nick complain about things for what felt like seconds, though I could tell it went on for a good 5 minutes or longer. He just wanted someone to listen. I end up closing my eyes, crossing one arm over my chest while the other holds the speaker to my ear.

"Nick, you're just lonely. Go get a girlfriend or something."

"But Gogyyyyy, the girls don't like me!"

"Then go get a boyfriend. I don't know what else to tell you."

There's a silence, making me open my eyes and look at my phone to make sure the call hadn't ended. And as I do so, an ear bursting yell comes from the call.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS KARL?! WE NEED TO GO TO CHURCH-" (If ykyk)

Oh no. Him and his fanfictions. They always take a weird turn. I shiver thinking about it, immediately ending the call. With a long sigh, I shove my phone back into my pocket and look at my watch. 3:51pm. I only had 9 more minutes. Nick and I really talked for 11 minutes about stupid random stuff. I slouch down and put on the clout glasses, looking around slightly before deciding to simply close my eyes. I lean my head back against the wall, letting the breeze blow my hair.

"Friends, huh?"

I jump, startled. I quickly lift up my glasses and look back at the door. Clay was right there. I pause, taken back. After a moment of silence, I laugh nervously, "O-Oh! Yeah. Yeah." I hear him laugh, and upon instinct, I look up at him.

He looks absolutely beautiful in the sunlight. It's as if the sun maps out each of his features perfectly. Why haven't I noticed that before? Was it because the space between us was smaller? Or simply because I never bothered to pay attention to the dull reflections. Clay leans against the wall, his arm beside my head. "Did I scare ya?"

His American accent is so annoying. "You just- caught me off guard. That's all. I didn't hear you open the door."

Clay starts with a fit of giggles until he's laughing so hard that he holds his sides. "You didn't?! Are your ears alright?"

"Yes, my ears are perfectly fine. It's just my eyes. I'm colorblind." I roll my eyes with a small smile. For him looking so unapproachable, he's really sweet. Almost like his coffee.

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I don't notice it at first, but the two of us talked and joked around with one another for the rest of my break. A worker had to get me in order for our conversation to conclude. Since I knew I was going to see him again tomorrow, we didn't exchange numbers.

Clay was a nice, funny, flirty guy. It's all jokes, really. Somehow though, it felt like he meant it as something different. But then again, the guy comes around everyday, and is just now talking to me. Maybe he's shy? Or what if he's our serial killer? You could never be too careful these days.

Speaking of serial killers, that reminds me. Three more kills in the span of merely 4 months. By no other than 'Dream, the Smile Murderer'. The worst case yet. We've been working on it for over seven months, but our traces seem to run cold every time we get inches away. Except these last few. A letter was written and found in the pocket of the victims shirt.

It was a letter from the murderer itself. I don't seem to remember it now, but it had mentioned our cold cases. He was taunting us, the police force. The Miltary. Poor detective Tubbo, he was so frightened. Thankfully Tommy was able to help calm him down. Those two are like siblings or something.

Not the point. Anyways, tonight's goal is to read over the 3 letters found in each of the victims found, and then decipher it from there.

This is Day 1.

Day 1 of a newly revived case.

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Words: 1160

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A/N: Thank you for reading! What do you think? Put it down in the comments! Enjoy the rest of your read! (also, anyone else forget that George was colorblind? I had to go through and add so many words. Manz can't see neon green lol. That's all. Enjoy!)