(Author's note: Y/N L/N is a detective. Y/N uses they/them in this one shot like every shot that I wrote but you can change it to your pronounces if you want to. Y/N is a tired mother fucker who just wants to end this case and has a nice sleep. The one who requested this is 0_MAGIC_MAN_0. Lmao, sorry if this isn't explicitly romantic. This is also rushed as fuck.)
WARNING: CURSING, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF CANNIBALISM, AND AMBIGUOUS ENDING THAT IS NOT CLEAR!!
The strong wind howls loudly as the stars shine dimly while they hang in the dark sky. Heavy footsteps echo through the dirty alleyway as the man tries desperately to run away from that... monster. A loud growling sound rings through the skinny man's ears which makes him turn his head subconsciously.
Suddenly, a blood-shrieking scream slashes through the peaceful night like a sharp blade. The crimson blood that is spilled on the dirty ground represents the poor man's fate. Gray eyes turn empty and soulless, full of nothing.
The man behind it all only smiles widely when he sees this scene in front of him, his pearly-white sharp teeth seem to glisten slightly under the starlight. His eyes are staring at the creature in front of him, his attention never leaving that thing.
To him, this sight is the most beautiful thing he had ever seen: The creature that is made of mechanic parts and a human body is now tearing the corpse apart with its metal teeth before stuffing the meat into its mouth, devouring the bloody flesh and enjoying the taste of fresh blood. The monster pays no mind to the man that is hiding in the shadow since it's too hungry to care anymore. It gobbles down its prey and cleans up the blood stains beside its mouth.
The mysterious man chuckles and snaps his finger, motioning the cyborg to follow him. The creature stands up and complies with him like a puppet, a puppet that is stained with blood and feral.
The starry night then returns to its usual peacefulness once again.
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The detective slams their fist on the wooden table as their eyes stare at the evidence in front of them in anger and tiredness. They groan and rub their temples, wanting to just end this case once and for all.
Their ears perk up when they heard a faint knock on the door. "Come in," The poor detective shouts and their eyes immediately widen as they find their voice hoarse and raspy from dehydration and overwork.
The thick wooden door opens and a blond teenager appears. Cedric smiles brightly as a greeting. "Yo, Y/N! How's it going?" The British boy asks cheerfully as he stares at the detective, though his kind look immediately turns into a concerned expression. "Are you alright, Y/N? Do you need anything?"
Y/N sighs heavily and slumps back to their spinning chair as their eyes avert to the ceiling. "I-... need more coffee."
Cedric only rolls his eyes in response and shakes his head in answer. "You drink enough already, I got something else for you," his lips spread into a childish grin as he takes out a metal water bottle from behind. Cedric skips toward Y/N's table and places the bottle on the surface, he then opens it carefully, letting a wave of refreshing fragrance assails the two friends' nostrils.
The [hair-colored] detective blinks and takes a small sniff, leaning toward the liquid as their eyes shift toward it. It's [preferred] tea. Y/N blushes faintly and finally smiles a little. "Why... Did she-" They stop in mid-sentence when they see Cedric nodding firmly. "Ah, she got such a nice memory. How nice of her..."
