The Two Kinds of Glaze (Mike x Sully AU)

Chapter 7

Holy shit. Holy shit holy shit holy shit--oh my fucking god. Randall is dead. Deceased. What the fuck. Why am I even here? Is this a sick joke? Do the police think I'm the killer? I mean there has to be some security footage from cameras that Randall has around his property--he lives in a fucking mansion after all. A lot of questions are flowing through my mind at a lightning pace. Someone just DIED, after all. Yes, I didn't know Randall very well, but it still has the potential to cause a ruckus in my brain.

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The aesthetic of the colorful outside was immediately drained as soon as you entered the harshly bland police station. The lights were dimmed slightly, and the walls were painted grey, but the cracks imply that the surface was initially blue. The cops escorting me were slumped, and I couldn't tell if it was natural or due to bad posture. It was consistent throughout all of the other workers in the facility.

I am taken to a room on the right-wing of the police station. The interrogator tells me to answer honestly, and I comply. She asks me what happened while I was at Randall's mansion. I tell her everything I know--about his house, what I was doing, and the old, rusted car. I state that the car was there when I arrived, but when Randall's body was found, it was gone. Unfortunately, I have no proof of that occurring. She informs me that the security cameras were destroyed, and all of the evidence was disposed of before we reached the crime scene.

I ask the interrogator how I'm being questioned if they have no evidence I was ever there. An anonymous source, she replies. The police station was called by this mysterious person on the phone. Before we could track their location they hung up.

Before she could continue, the "anonymous source" burst through the door. A large, buff blue monster, with purple polka dots.