ART COVER INSPIRED BY: nmuurder ON INSTAGRAM
Extra details (smoke, ash, words, etc.) by: me
Y/N is a detective, who is currently attempting to solve a case. Someone has burnt down a building and killed multiple people and their loved ones. That pe...
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"So if Nick taught Karl.." A voice says.
"If I what now?" Another cuts in. "What did I do?"
I tried to open my eyes, but they were still too heavy. I could hear the voices, but all I could see was darkness.
Someone cleared their throat. "You introduced Karl to this scamming scheme.. Am I wrong?"
The other person scratched fabric before responding. "Nah, it started out with the basics. I taught him how to code. He was curious and asked about coding.." They yawn. "I told Karl that I didn't know a lot about the subject, so we both researched on the topic. We found a website that taught how to get into accounts and stuff, we laughed it off since it was obviously fake and y'know.. Cheap."
"What was the website called?" I heard a pencil or pen scratch against a surface. "Are you sure that it just taught you how to hack into accounts?"
"Yep, but I'm not sure what the website was called. Something like 'hacking for you dot com' with the weird slash things and http at the beginning. Like I said, it was painfully obvious that it was filled with bullshit. Don't even bother looking for it." They pause.
My eyelids were feeling sore, but they were still too heavy for me to lift. I moved my arm to reach for my phone blindly. Instead of finding my phone I felt someone's sweater. My body tenses up at the touch of an unfamiliar fabric. "H- Hello?"
The person turned to me, I realized that it was Wilbur in the bed with me. "Hey Y/N, good morning!" He was wearing his clear circular glasses and the same sweater from yesterday. He wasn't wearing his beanie so his hair was a little messy, but I think he still looks presentable.
The rest of his body was covered by a blanket and small table. On the table was a half sphere with Nick's hand on it, I assume it was a portable lie detector. "G- Good morning..?" I yawn, tired and confused. "Why are you guys here?"
Nick put his elbow on the end of the table. "Wilby is questioning me, I honestly thought we were getting along well. That was until Clay came in."
Clay again? I furrow my eyebrows. "What?"
"Shut up. You didn't let her sleep," Wilbur turns back to me. "You fainted in the hallway. We were playing this hide and seek type thing together — I was having fun, then we heard a knock on the door. The knock was very loud and what's it called?"
"Rough?" Nick answered, unsure himself.
"Yes that," Wilbur turns to Nick's hand and adjusts it. "I opened the door and saw Clay holding you, who was out cold."
Nick focuses on Wilbur adjusting his hand. "..Clay told us that you didn't get hurt, which is good, for obvious reasons. He said that you just.. Fainted. He was doing his swoop-around again and when he got to our floor you were there, in front of him. But you didn't stay standing for long. Almost immediately you fell into his arms."
