A Distinct Path [A Roblox Piggy Story]

Lucella Police Department - Chapter 2

TW: light swearing, more blood, mention of heart attack, panic attack

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FoxiFangle crept out of their police car, still wielding the hammer and wrench. Huh. The white key is gone. Must've dropped out of their pocket.

They opened the glass doors to the Lucella city police department and glanced around. Dead silence. They glanced at the desk, seeing a note underneath a copy of the picture Paden had given them. FoxiFangle picked it up and started to read.

"I can only hope that the officer that went to find out where the location of Georgie Piggy is okay..."(directly from the wiki, check it out!)

Foxi grumbled, setting the note down. Wow, some fellow officer THEY are, for probably knowing fully well who was sent to find Georgie but not caring to write their name down. They went directly to the shared office, finding it empty. They snooped around the office, poking at every corner and opening each drawer. They didn't expect to find anything but found a note instead.

" I wonder why the wolf threatened their eyes. What was with that?"

FoxiFangle tossed the note away, marching down the stairs. They immediately went to check the cells, to see, in shock, no prisoners. Maybe one of them had taken keys and let the others go. Maybe they were all released. Or maybe they were transferred to the main prison, instead of this place. They poked their head into the courtyard and stood in utter silence as they stared at the broken brick wall, a steaming police car, and overturned benches and tables.

FoxiFangle nearly bonked their head into the door frame when they heard a loud growl from the upper level. They immediately flashed to a very specific prisoner who had threatened their eyes when they were interviewing them for their file, even though the file was pretty much filled up but Paden insisted.

Foxi dashed up the short flight of stairs to see not the prisoner, instead a pig with a summer or autumn orange dress, furiously pulling away at the bars stuck around its arms and legs. It whirled around and they saw it had no pupil or iris color. Only black scalera. As they backed away, they tripped over the small ledge and fell onto on of the tables below.

Heaving themself up, their breath coming out in ragged breaths, they wobbled out of the cell room into the break room, or the calming room, as they called it. They grabbed a bag and filled it with their clothes and paused at the gun case, thinking. It COULD be smart to take one, but... They frowned and tossed the bag over their shoulder and turned to leave. A flash of bright red in the corner of their eyes made them stop. FoxiFangle looked at the gas can, sitting alone in the corner. They glanced side to side, then snatched the can up.

The gas splooshed around in the can as they walked to the garage. FoxiFangle tripped over the corner of the desk they shared with Dixon. "Fine, I'll fucking check the desk before leaving, couldn't hurt none." They started filing through the file drawer before giving up and dumping them all into a spare bag. They paused before closing the small drawer when they saw a flash of white hidden behind some paper. This was Dixon's side of the desk, but a part of them wanted to know what it was. Shoving the papers aside, they lifted the item.

It was a mask with a little tag on the strap.

For FoxiFangle

Happy birthday!

They cracked a small smile. Their birthday was tomorrow, so it was thoughtful of this gift from Dixon, even if he hadn't TECHNICALLY given it to them, but this still counted. They glanced at the little mirror they had on the desk. Yeesh, their face looked HORRID. Scratches were clawed carelessly across their cheeks, blood still dripping from their nose and their eye was a pale purple and blue. Well, more reason to wear the mask right now.