Slime-Cycle (Humble Beginnings)

16. The start of a theory

The elevator came to a stop as it hit the first floor. The doors slowly opened and Mat Pat took a step out.

The detective was on his way home Wednesday night. It had been a fairly unsuccessful day, having found only a couple clues to his current case. Actually, he barely found any.

He hadn't been assigned anything new from the hero agency, so at the moment he's gone back to tracking down the syndicate. Though it was exactly the same as before. There was not a single clue as to who, or where they could be.

He carried a large book bag at his hip, filled with assorted books, papers and small random objects. He opened a small notepad and stared down at it as he entered heros lobby.

He slowed as he passed the secretary desk, reading over what he had written in the notepad, mumbling it under his breath. His gaze was fixed on his notes, meaning he didn't notice when a certian hero walked up to him.

"Mathew." The deep metallic voice called to him.

Mat Pat jumped a bit as he looked up from his notes to see Dream walking in his direction.

"O-oh! Hey Dream! What's up?" He responded somewhat startled.

The hero continued to walk up to him, stopping as they came face to face. His white smily mask stared at him under his hood, making Mat slightly uneasy. Though, he tried to calm his nerves, as it's only Dream, the most famous and powerful hero in the city.

Dreams boots clicked against the floor as he stopped. He leaned slightly closer to Mat, causing him to awkwardly lean in as well.

Dreams breath could be heard faintly. "I'd like to ask a favor of you." He spoke, the deep ringing of his voice practically emanating from him.

Mat Pat paused, "uh- sure! What is it?" He asked leaning back only slightly as he adjusted his bag over his shoulder.

Dreams head tilted upwards as he looked at him. "I want to see what you can find about the vigilante slimecicle.." he spoke, the low sound of his voice feeling slightly threatening.

Mat peeked up. "Wh- slimecicle? What, do you want to know about them?" He questioned.

Dream glanced behind him for a second before looking back at him. "Just, anything. Where they are, who they are. Where did they go?" He requested.

Mat hesitated. "Well, sure. I'll see what I can do.." he trailed off. "Any reason in particular?"

Dream paused. "No." He spoke, before pushing past mat and walking towards the elevator Mat had come from.

Mat stood there for a moment watching as Dream entered the elevator. After a moment he glanced back down at his notes, before turning and walking towards the north entrance.

He stepped out into the night air, and began making his way towards a nearby parking complex.

. . .

"I'm home!" Mat called into the house.

He could hear shuffling upstairs as he began to take off his shoes. Atop of the stairs infront of him, he saw his wife, steph come around the corner to greet him.

She had a soft smile on her face as she looked down at him. "I see you didn't stay too long. I left some lasagna in the kitchen if you want any leftovers." She spoke as she leaned against the wall.

Mat looked up at her with a smile as he stood up. "Thanks for leaving me some." He spoke as he adjusted his bag over his shoulder, before turning to the left and walking through the living room, then entering the kitchen.

He placed his large bag on the counter, turned on the kitchen light and opened the fridge.

He took the lasagna from the bottom shelf and a single diet coke, before turning back around and putting both onto the counter.