Sporting a light brown, cotton overcoat alongside a black non branded sweater and a pair of black suit pants, Y/N stood in front of the elevators.His impatience showing as the tall figure tapped his foot against the smooth floor, the sound of his leather Chelsea boots filling the quiet hallway
The elevator doors opened as quick as they closed, Y/N slid in and repeatedly pressed the floor button that had Oliver's apartment on it.It was a short trip up, Y/N again leaving the elevator quickly and came to a sudden stop as he saw who had left the other elevator
"Guessing you got the message too?"Mabel asked, stepping out in all her beauty and waving her phone around
"Let me guess, he signed the message he sent to you as well"Y/N smirked as they began to slowly walk to Oliver's door, setting a new tone compared to the hurried one Y/N was going for"And I think Charles hates autocorrect now"
"Who doesn't?I literally want to murder the person who invented it"Mabel expressed her hatred for the algorithm
"Shouldn't say that around here"The Arconia's building manager, Ursula warned, making a quick appearance as she headed to the set of elevators
"Oh, thank god your here"Oliver said in relief, the pair looking over to Oliver's apartment to see he had a trolley which only contained numerous boxes of Gut milk in it
"I swear to god, if this is the urgent thing"Mabel threaten with her finger pointing to Oliver who shook his head
"No we called you down for the suspect board but right now, I'm severely regretting not do Arnold Schwarzenegger workouts in my youth"Oliver exaggerated his issues"Come along"
"Ladies first"Mabel offered
"What a gentleman"Y/N joked back as he went over to the trolley
Mabel entering the apartment behind Oliver and Y/N heaved while pushing the surprisingly heavy cart in.Kicking the door closed behind him, Y/N left the trolley alone as he joined the others who were in the living room.
Staring interestingly at the vague suspect board that contained more or less every tenant in the building.
"And these are?"Mabel asked with her hands on her hips, creeped out by the photos
"Candid photos I took of our neighbours"Charles answered proudly at the poor pictures"Matched with official complaints we got from Ursula"
"Cool but why are they all selfies?"Mabel questioned
"So I don't draw suspicious"Charles answered as Y/N moved forward
"So this isn't suspicious?"Y/N pointed to a photo, one of the baggy therapist who obviously was trying to get away from Charles before the selfie was taken
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry.So-so you think Sting, music icon Sting, killed Tim Kono?"Oliver asked, slightly offended at the accusation
"Is that photoshopped?"Mabel whispered to Y/N on one of the photos
"Doubt he knows what photoshop is"Y/N responded
"I'm just a fan, he lives in the building and I always wanted a picture with him, I'll move it over here"Charles said, displaying a toothy smile in excitement as he removed the photo and put it aside"I could get him to sign it later"
"How do we even start with these?"Mabel asked
"Well, how do sculpt an elephant.You start with a block of marble and you chip away everything that isn't elephant.We do the same thing, we eliminate everyone who isn't the killer until we get to who is"Charles contributed, finally giving off good advice on the operation
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Only Murders In The Building-Male Reader Insert
FanfictionFour Strangers join together by a podcast, a crime podcast.However what will happen once they discover a crime has occurred in their very apartment building, one that brings them together to solve it...and make a podcast along the way.See them disco...
