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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Can we please get this car running? We've been stuck in the same spot for ten minutes!
"Then I turn the key left?" Tubbo questions. "I swear it was right.."
Techno shakes his head. "Pretty sure it's push then left, here let me try." He pushes in the key but the slot wouldn't let him turn left, so Techno turned it right.
Tubbo smirked as the car engine started up. "So I was right! See? You shouldn't underestimate me!"
"You're fifteen and learning how to drive. I have to be wary."
The boy frowned slightly. "I'm eighteen and learning how to drive."
I snicker in the back seat. Techno turned to me and hit my leg, making me laugh louder. "That made up for the time wasted for sure.." I sigh. "But actually, Darryl isn't going to stay passed out for long. We should start moving."
Tubbo turns around, then looks down at the body. "GAH! WHY IS THERE A DEAD BODY IN MY CAR?!"
"He isn't entirely dead," Although, I would actually like that. "He's just passed out. We need to get him to an interrogation room for questioning."
"Can I tag along with you?" Tubbo's eyes beamed. "I know I'm new but I want to see how this works!"
I turned to Techno for confirmation, which he agreed to. "Alright, I'll bring you along," The boy squealed excitedly. "But! Only if you can get to headquarters in twenty minutes."
"Why exactly twenty minutes?"
I pull back my watch. "Fifty-eight, fifty-seven, fifty-six, fifty-five!" Quickly, the boy knew that I was counting down. He started the car and reversed out of his parking spot, almost hitting a black car parked behind us. "Fifty! Forty-nine, forty-eight, forty-seven.."
"Ten minutes left Tubster, this traffic definitely isn't on our side today."
Tubbo groaned. "I- I just want to do cool things! Can we please hurry up! Go! The light is fricking green!" He leans his head against the steering wheel. "Oh man... I'm not gonna make it on time, am I?"
I ignored his complaining and continued counting down. "Twenty-four, twenty-three.."
"Is he always this pushy?" Tubbo whispers to Techno, just loud enough for me to hear.
Techno shrugs. "It depends, if he really wants something then he'll try as hard as he can to get it. Right now he wants you to get to the office in under twenty minutes, which, by the way, you're at eight minutes now."
"Do you have insurance?" Tubbo asked, lifting his head slowly off the steering wheel.
"Of course," Techno answers confidently. "Why do you ask?"
