Brook X GN Reader || I'm The Grim Reaper

Chapter 9

(I love this art above so much)

Chase, who was peacefully sleeping, started to slowly wake up. He opened his eyes and sat up, only to be met with Scarlet and Lightstalker watching him. He screamed in surprise. "Hhhhow did you get out of the handcuffs?! And why are you watching me?!" Scarlet shrugged. "I was waiting for you to wake up."

"Okay.. And the handcuffs?" Scarlet held up the broke cuffs. "I-im kind of surprised I'm still alive." Lightstalker reaches for the broken chain of the cuffs, trying to play with it.

Scarlet sat down to watch TV as Chase went into his bathroom to get ready for the day. As he got dressed, he pulled out an orange pill bottle. He took out a red and blue half and half pill and took one, then put it away. As he did all of this he could hear the show Scarlet was watching in the other room. "..and every day we pray for some kind of....salvation, maybe. Being driven mad by the state of the world. Many find it hard to keep a calm mind. Even sometimes, I find myself wondering if I should let it all go and give into my most primal desires. To steal, to kill... What does it matter, anyway? One day... We're all going to die." Chase opened the bathroom door and walked into the room.

"What is this creepy-ass show?" Scarlet asked herself as she changes the channel. "Scarlet." The girl, who was sitting on the floor in front of a table, turned to face Chase. "I want you to come with me today." "Eh? To like, a case? I mean, sure-"

Chase reached into his holster and pulled out his gun, handing it to her. "And I want you to hold my gun for me." Scarlet looked at the gun outstretched to her, then to Chase. "Are you a dumbass? You barely know me. I could easily kill you with this." "If you wanted to kill me... Something tells me you wouldn't need a gun."

Scarlet smiled, taking the gun from him. "You have a point."

The two left, Scarlet following Chase's lead. He lead them to an apartment building, and they stopped in front of a door. Chase knocked on the door and they heard it unlock on the other side, and it opened just a crack. A woman with light pink hair peaked out slightly to see who it was. "Hello.."

Scarlet was watching Chase to see what he did. He put his hands out beside his face slightly, like he was giving someone a high five, but his fingers were spread apart on both hands. He was really energetic and bubbly to the woman, not like he was 5 seconds earlier when he knocked. "Hiiiiii! I'm a detective sent from the police department- my name's Chase!" Scarlet gave him a weird shocked look and the woman fully opened the door, she was wearing a black tank top. "Ah, yes, of course... Come in."

Scarlet and Chase walked into the room. It was small but nice, there was a lack of furniture, however. There was a small table in the middle of the small tiled floor, Scarlet assumes that's where she ate. It is connected to a living room and a kitchen. It looked really, really clean. Everything was shiny and sparkling, she could smell cleaning products. "Woah, such a nice place!" Chase was starting to freak her out.

"Do people even live here? It looks way too clean." She asked, looking around. The woman got really defensive. "I-i clean when I'm anxious! My son is missing, have some understanding!" Chase gave Scarlet a terrifying glare. "Oops.."

'W-wait, Chase, she's a sinner! But I can't tell him that, can I?'

"I'm so sorry, please forgive my uhm, coworker, here! She's new and thinks she's the next Sherlock! She definitely won't be opening her mouth again!" Chase aggressively put a hand on Scarlet's shoulder, more like a slap.

Chase sighed, taking on a more serious tone before speaking. "To tell you the truth, I lost my daughter when she was only an infant. It's why I chose to work on the case. I understand the pain you're feeling. That's why I want to help you." The woman eyed him suspiciously for a moment, before crossing her arms with a worried brow.

"I-i see. It's alright. Come, sit down, I'll make some tea."

All three of them sat at the small table in the room, it was low enough for them to sit on the floor instead of chairs. Scarlet and Chase sat next to each other, the woman across from them.

"...so he just disappeared on his way home from school a week ago?" "Yes, I've been worried sick." Scarlet internally rolled her eyes. 'So worried you took a week to report it, huh..' "Oh no, what's your son's name?" "Elijah."

"And his age?" Chase asked with a smile. "Mmm... He was about six." Chase's smile dropped quickly. 'He just got really serious...' "What do you mean... He 'was' six?"

"Uh oh" - Graveweaver

(Revised and checked for errors: yes, once)

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