Mission Tale Remake: The Criminals of Dusk

Frisk: Agent Gaster: here to hustle.

After a few weeks, the buttercups on my arms have just suddenly stopped growing. I think other than Grillby and Asgore, no one has a clue that I am or have a chance to slowly die by this shit, but hey, at least I'm getting paid, they even made me a small desk in their area with my name on a nice shiny gold little desk tags, it makes me feel like I'm some privileged teacher's pet but it's a good feeling, you know? 

"Okay, so we haven't found much, but here is some of the evidence if you're interested in reading this." Chara explained, placing a file of papers onto my desk as he then went over to sit down in his own. There was only four desks in this room; Mine, Asriel's, Chara's and there was another empty desk. I never questioned it, but maybe it was for Asgore? Or even just to fill up some of the room space. But if it isn't bothering anyone else, why should it bother me anyways. I pat my face to wake myself of boredom as I then open the big folder of evidence. I then gagged, from seeing the pictures of the dead people, covered with buttercups, they almost look like a whole meat flowerbed as I went over to the trash can to make sure that none of my vomit was to go onto my nicely furnished desk.

"Frisk? Are you okay?!" Asriel gasps in worry, as Chara rolls his eyes and scoffs.

"Gaster, please. It's not that serious, if the pictures of the victims bother you that much, just flip to the next page."

"Why didn't you just tell me that before you gave me the damn folder?!" I heaved while Asriel went over to pat my back and move my hair from my face.

"I dunno, I just thought that you were used to seeing stuff like that. I'm sorry if it triggered you that much."

"I'm a thief and a fighter, not a murderer. There's a difference!"

"I don't think you should be telling someone who is a part of the detective force that you have committed crimes like thievery."

"Pshh, please. I only steal from the rich."

"Like that makes your point any better?"

"Chara! Leave her be! Besides, the pictures are nasty. . just give her a warning next time." Asriel sighs, soothingly rubbing my back as he checked if I was alright. 

"Thanks, Azzy." I smile before going back to sit onto my desk. "Um, I have a question though. ."

"Ask away, we're not doing anything for now." Chara says, pushing himself back from his desk as he looked over at my direction.

"Why did you all choose me to help? Like, I mean I know that you all just want me because of my dad, but, why for this detective crap? I'm not even certified! I never invested in being one! I-"

"We've actually checked your records, like GPA, your status of health, everything. You seem very smart from what we've seen, you've gotten all principal's honor rolls from high school until you dropped out. You also seem very good with fighting, and getting away even when it's from great heights, explaining the hospital. You're like a daredevil almost, and that's exactly what we want." Chara smiles along with Asriel as the goat nods.

 Now, I have never gained this much praise ever since my father was alive, it made my cold, ice frozen heart almost melt a bit as I held my chest.

"T-Thank you." I give a smile as well as Chara nods.

"Of course! Ah, what happened to your arm?" He asks, looking at my bandaged arm as I gasped and covered it.

I forgot to mention, Asgore kind of made me cover my arm, as he didn't want them to be concerned over me and the buttercups that may or may not be still spreading across my left arm.