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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The car slowed to a stop in front of the hotel I was not fond of at the moment. I look up at the now intimidating structure and gulp.
Wilbur turns to me. "You can stay here if you want. I don't like you at the moment, but it'll be immoral of me to force you to do something that you don't want to," He unbuckles himself and steps out of the car. "Make sure to put on your face mask." I nod weakly in response.
Wilbur shuts his door closed, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
Hopefully George doesn't know about Clay's history.
clink!
The hotel doors shut and two men walked towards the car, I unlocked it's doors and waited for Wilbur to return to his seat.
Wilbur opens the back door for George to sit in. "You can sit back here, it's gonna be a short ride so do whatever." George nods silently and sits down in the seat being shown to him. Wilbur walked around the car and sat onto the driver's seat, starting the car again.
A few minutes into the car ride George spoke, "Uhm.. what are your guy's names?" Wilbur made eye contact with the confused man through the rear view mirror, making him shudder. "A- Ah! Sorry, I didn't know we were- uhm.. never mind."
I side eye Wilbur and gesture to him to introduce himself, in order to make the situation less tense for all of us. He sighs and complies. "My name is Johnson, but you can call me, John."
George grinned slightly. "J- John! What a uh.. wonderful n- name!"
Wilbur chuckles and turns his attention back to the road "You don't need to lie, George. 'John' is not an interesting name in the slightest."
I turn around to face George. "And my name is Nash. It's nice to meet you! Sorry, I can't really shake your hand at the moment."
"It's alright!" George smiles kindly. "Your name sounds similar to a video game character.." He taps his chin. "What was the game? Pokémon, I think it was."
My eyes widened. "That's what I sai-" Wilbur nudged me before I could expose myself further. "I mean, that's what I get a lot! I get that a lot." I chuckle sheepishly before sitting down normally once more.
My little mess up made George laugh, which made Wilbur and I laugh in response.
"We're here," Wilbur turns off the car engine. "Did I tell you why we brought you here?"
George purses his lips, thinking. "No, actually. I don't think either of you did."
I look at Wilbur with concerned eyes. He only smirks and walks around to George's door. "Well," He opens the car door, letting George out. "You're here because we need to ask you some questions."
