𝚂𝚞𝚗 & 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 🌞🌜

To Understand You •15• My Friends?

cw: mentions if blood, violence, death

"YOU BASTARD-! YOU BASTARD, WHAT DID YOU DO!?" Dimitri's face was soaked with his own tears, holding fistfuls of Epper's shirt. Epper's hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail, having been called just hours after he had went home.

"Sir, please get your hands off him." One of the cops pulled their hand up to rest on their taser holster, pressing the other to Dimitri's chest.

"M-Mr. Flix- Pl-Please!" Epper held their hands up, trying to reason with Dimitri. At last, the cop pushed Dimitri hard enough that he finally released their poor shirt. Dimi immediately crumpled to the ground, holding his face in his hands. As if with the release of Epper's sweater vest released any anger he had. He was enraged, but also grieving someone who hadn't even died.

Epper huffed, nodding to the cop, grateful for his help. "M-Mr. Flix... Please, let me explain." Epper chanced kneeling in front of him.

Dimitri took fistfuls of his hair as he wailed into his arms, "What? What do you have to say that could make anything better!?"

"I didn't do it. That email wasn't mine." Epper flinched as Dimitri's glossy blue eyes snapped out from behind his hands. Epper swore they might've saw some red flicker in his pupil. "What are you talking about?" He looked pissed. "You signed it, you bastard!"

"It wasn't me! I swear on my life."

Nothing could've prepared Dimitri mentally for the phone call he had gotten this afternoon.

He had just finished up a level in one of his 40-replayed video games when his phone went off. Excited, he picked it up without even looking, expecting your voice to come through.

"Mr. Flix? This is Dimitri, yes?" His heart jumped. He pulled the phone away to look at the number.

This was not you. "Y-Yessir? That's me..."

The man on the other side of the line produced his name, and then the police department he was calling for. "We believe you are acquainted with someone who has just been in a terrible accident." The grip Dimitri had on his phone almost shattered the screen. He muttered your name, and when the man hummed in agreement he broke into sobs. "Wh-What happened to them!?"

"It was a work accident, sir. They have just been loaded into an ambulance and are being rushed to the emergency room as we speak. They believe they will be fine, but we'd like you to come on the scene for questioning. We can tell you more when you arrive." The man on the other end of the line explained, despite his deadpan voice he sounded a little scared himself. He cleared his throat as he listened to Dimitri's shuffling on the other end of the line.

Dimi had never stolen his mother's car so fast in his life. She had no chance of yelling at him to keep him home today. He was gone the second he jumped into the car.

When he had arrived, he'd rushed passed security, determined to find the officer who had called him. He had no idea where he was going, but he found his way through pure rage. He questioned the police more than they could question him, and the second they tried to explain Epper's strange email, Dimitri was jumping onto him without a moment to prove his innocence.

Poor Epper had been framed.

"I never would've asked them to pick up a package with that kind of urgency!" Epper continued to speak in low, calm tones as a way to prove they weren't hysterical. They weren't. Of course, they were terrified of the scene that was hidden behind those red doors, but they knew they were innocent. Their ring-covered hand pressed to their chest, "That package was full of shit, Mr. Flix! I never sent anything to that poor daycare overseer..."