CheekBuster Chronicles

The Clap Chaps

Where Brandon the Coochie Coon vanished, there was hardly a hope left in the world. But a new and upcoming group of devilish detectives stormed the police station. At the head of the pack, there was Jojo. Or as his nickname was, Top. Scruffy beard, a wild look in his eyes, and the stance he took spoke of a single word: Confidence.
Following close behind sauntered in a stylish lad named Shoto, or as he was called: Middle.  With a pair of trendy shades, a beanie,  he looked like another similarly looking fellow called Latin Canadian: a well acclaimed YouTube rapper.
At the back was a man who looked as if he would rather be anywhere but here, Oliver. Or, as he a was regrettably called in the group's fame: Bottom.

Officers paused mid donut munch to stare and question as to why this group of young men burst into their station with such a classic movie air of ego. And that is where one spoke up,
"Uhm, can we help you boys with something? We are currently busy with a missing person's case , but we can probably send an officer to take your statements-"

Shoto raised his hand and patted Jojo's chest, stepping forward.
"I got this monkey, man. Don't worry homie."
Fluffing up his coat collar, he tipped his shades down and smirked.
"The Clap Chaps are here to take the case my friend! It's your lucky day, and The Great Monkey has blessed you.-"
Jojo had grabbed the scruff of Shoto's coat, pulling him back as the shorter male looked up at him with angry puppy dog eyes. 
"Nah...nah, nigga. Watch and learn."

Jojo slammed his fists down on the table, open palmed and staring straight into the man's eyes.
"The Clap Chaps are here to take this case off your hands. Thotiana Thiccness may be missing, but they've also got our other agents, as well as three people from our Order of Cheekbusting glory you may not know of. Sara of Sass, Azzy of Atrocity and Skye the Sweet-tongued. Not to mention, they have our ancient texts. This order has been around since almost the beginning and has gone by many names...but we must retrieve them-" His finger aggressively stabbed down into the table as he made his points until a voice interrupted.

Oliver stepped forward, clearing his throat and slowly removing his ponytail. His black hair wavered around him almost ominously due to some...suspicious perfectly placed fans.
"We must retrieve them and the Cheekbuster Chronicles."
The three men stepped forward, aligning in a row as determination swarmed the air around them.  They'd been the first group of agents they had encountered. Not to mention, they had classified knowledge on the fact the other agents had never been heard from since their deployment. And yet again, what other choice did they have? They were running out of options...

One office stepped forward, sucking the glazing off his fingers while making uncomfortably intense eye contact with each one of them, before handing over the file.
"Alright then agents...go get your men. Find that whore while you're at it...just don't give me more paperwork."
Victorious, the group of three went off to get some glizzies to celebrate.