| THE SCENE. |

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the scene.

i slipped around the corner.

is this a trick?

the body.

it was real.

no pulse.

nothing.

i headed towards the officers, then noticing another detective.

" another detective? what!? do you guys think i'm not capable of solving a case by myself!? "

a brown cap,

black hair,

and obsessed with sweets.

a few lollipops fell out of his pocket, by a few i mean about 600.

how could someone eat that much candy in one day?

surely someone eating that much candy would get diabetes.

but, who knows.

the detective hopped off a crate.

" who are you? "

the blackette pointed his lollipop to him.

" uhm... i'm- Edgar Allen Poe.. "

the candy lover chuckled, " i assume you're a writer, considering the books and the..clothing you wear. "

i jumped back.

" is something wrong with my clothing-g!? "

he cocked his head to the side,

" not really, you just look like..a vampire? " the man chuckled.

oh no- no no no!

what does he think of me?

why did i even wear this- oh goodness.

i'm such an embarrassment!

i should just leave!

" you alright? "

he placed a hand onto my shoulder.

then, i felt at ease.

" well then, i challenge you to a detective game! if i solve the murder first, you buy me loads of candy. and if you win..you get bragging rights! "

his hands flung up.

" i suppose..that's alright-"

the detective bonked him on the head.

karl, my trusty raccoon jumped up onto my head and bit his hand.

" ahh- control your animal! "

he bit his lip, wincing from the pain.

i glanced at the body, a thin white sheet was covering it.

the candy lover looked for a moment, then acted as if a lightbulb appeared over his head.

" aha! i know it- mrs.lockheart killed them. "

it was only three seconds!?-
how could he solve that!?

i looked up, accepting my defeat.

" bow down peasants! "

he posed, pretending like he was 'all-that.'

the staring.

" hm? " he held out a hand, hitting me on the head once again.

karl this time jumped onto his arm and stole his candies.

" hey! that's mine!- "

the detective jumped out to grab the candy, failing.

he sighed, at-least i won in something.

" now..take me to the ice cream parlor down the street or else! "

the man laughed again.

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