𝘎𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵.

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 3

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T/W: Bl00d, g0re, c!garette, the word c@ncer, g^n, puke(?)

*if I missed any triggers, please tell me!

Gleaming.

The sunlight flashed against Quackity's face as he went out for a smoke. He pulled out a cancer stick and lit it with a lighter. He took a puff before pulling it out of his mouth. The toxic gas filled his lung capacity as he breathed in and out. 

He ruffled up his dark glossy hair. It seemed to have become a habit. Being stuck indoors all day and going to bars or clubs all night. He happened to sigh for the thousandth time in the same day. 

(T/W.(G^n, & description of bl00d and g0re) You can scroll down if you don't want to read this.)

Suddenly, he heard a piercing shriek nearby followed by a few stabs and the sounds of liquid dripping out of something. Alex dropped his cigarette on the gravel ground and immediately ran to locate the noise, reaching for his gun or whatever weapon he had on him, but the only thing he could find was his lighter. 

He came to a halt at a dark alleyway. "It's just 2 buildings nearly touching each other, what's so scary about that?"  The noirette thought to himself, desperately trying to keep calm. The walls were smeared with graffiti and- is that fresh blood? It looked like paint. Alex turned to observe the paint and then noticed something on the ground before him. His eyes rapidly shifted to the ground. 

In front of him was a gruesome sight. There was a dead woman on the ground. Her face had been ripped apart and looked so- well, stabbed that she looked inhuman. Quackity gaped at the sight. He covered his mouth so he wouldn't puke and tried to hold himself still against the nasty brick wall. 

There was blood leaking out of the woman, from her adobmen. The sticky-looking vermillion liquid leaked onto the dry gravel floor. It's not like the detective had never seen someone die before, He just hasn't seen anyone get killed in such a gruesome way. Instinctively, he reached down and checked the woman's pulse. Still alive. 

Thinking fast, the detective immediately called a paramedic over. 

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(T/W ends.)

It had been hours since the incident. Quackity was back in his office, obviously slightly shaken by what he had seen. He made himself a cup of black tea and sipped it when he got a call from the telephone. He picked it up and brought it to his ear. "Hello, This is-" Before he could finish, a voice interrupted him on the other end. "QUACKITY? ARE YOU OKAY?" someone screamed. The noirette nearly dropped his cup. He recognized that voice. It was the voice of one of his many friends. "Wh- GEORGE?" Quackity yelled right back. "I HEARD WHAT HAPPENED, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" George replied, obviously sounding worried. Again, the detective sighed. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Wait, where did you hear about this?" He asked.

There was a long 10-second awkward pause. "From the news. duh." 

The noirette face palmed himself. "Right. Sorry about that. Anyway, I've got to go now, talk to you later, bye!" He quickly said, hanging up before his friend could even reply. He shook his head as he took a swig of his tea before walking right up to his polished desk and opening up his EXTREMELY expensive computer. Despite being expensive, it took a rather long time to open up. But of course, It was rare and not many people had this sort of technology. 

Suddenly, there was a knock at his office door. "Quackity from Nevadas, You have a visitor!" Charlie yelled from outside. Alex rolled his eyes. How many times was he going to be bothered on the same day? He had just encountered a murder, give him a break. 

(T/W, Puke(?)

"Let them in." He yelled as his door flung open and in walked a police officer- or, Karl. Karl was one of Quackity's many friends, like George. "Karl!" the detective smiled as he stood up from his chair welcoming his friend in. "Hi, Quackity!" his friend smiled. "What brings you here?" Alex asked, his curiosity growing by the second. "well, I'd like you to observe the crime scene. you know, the one you saw...." He began. Quackity immediately shifted from an expression of happiness to pure disgust. "Hold on a second" Alex stuttered, catching his breath. He covered his mouth and immediately ran to the nearest bathroom to puke. Karl could hear his friend choking and sputtering. "You okay in there?" The police officer asked, worried. "YEAH, I'M FINE" Quackity yelled, his voice ringing in the bathroom. 

(T/W ends)

Karl tapped his feet on the ground nervously. His curled brown hair looked almost gold in the reflection of the sunlight. 

Alex returned to the scene shortly. "Okay, so you want me to what?" He asked. "I was wondering if you could come over and observe the scene. uh. the scene you saw earlier." His friend said, awkwardly fidgeting with his fingers. It seems that Alex feeling sick made his friend want to just slam into the glass of Quackity's office and jump out of the tall building. 

The noirette gritted his teeth. "er.......sure-?" He said. Ironically though, He was unsure about the whole thing. He was unsure if he even wanted to return back to that scene or see that half-dying lady again. "Right. You should um. get ready." Karl Jacobs muttered as he walked out of the office. Charlie Slimecicle closed the door. 

The detective sighed. He desperately wanted to throw and trash his office out of anger, but somehow he contained it like a wild animal in a small cage. But one day he just had to let it out. His gorgeous brown eyes came in contact with a letter on his desk. It was just a simple letter, nothing much. But it was written in his friend, Wilbur Soot's handwriting. "Why don't you go check the news like your friend George for once? Maybe it'll help you on your case."

Alex gasped. The letter itself seemed creepy. He whirled around, seeing if anyone was in the room watching him. No one was there. 

He crumpled up the creepy letter written on a ripped piece of paper and threw it in the trash bin. 

Sometimes Alex Quackity regretted being a detective. 

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Word count: 1089

Yay, another chapter :D How was it? I hope you liked it, I didn't rush on this so I actually tried(yo i got too lazy to check over this tho) <3 and I'm sorry about the descriptions of g0re ;-;