THE NEXT MORNING.
Capsaicin awoke, feeling awkwardly hot and cold at the same time. The feeling where when you shiver from the frigidness but your hot radiates the heat. Beads of sweat adorned his forehead, and his sheets were unneat. He must have not gotten good sleep from whatever he had dreamed of.
"Nghh... w-what time is it?" He moaned, waiting for a reply.
But then again, he was lonely.
No spouse. He was on his own. For a long, long, time. Though, it was only 9:30 in the morning. With the incident of his truck getting vandalized, he had to walk home, which was another hour of agony. He ended up getting home at 8:30 and passing out then. So, 13 hours for a depressed thirty-two year old cop. That's cool. But wait.
"OH SHIITT I'M LATE!" Capsaicin cried, getting out of bed as fast as possible and changing into the uniform he was given. Wait, when did he get a uniform? He was too lazy to even think about it. He quickly called a taxi and sped off to the station.
Somehow, he wasn't scolded for being late. There was traffic and it looked like everyone was getting in at the same time. "How odd." Capsaicin muttered under his breath, eager to get inside and start his first day.
(bro wtf wattpad stop giving me "Hidden Signals You Have Depression." ads i have the fucking hyperfixation-on-prunesaicin-and-percy-jackson-syndrome) Okay anyway
He got out of the taxi and sprinted toward the line, where all of the other Scovillian (and other kingdom) officers were waiting. Nonsurprisingly, Whipped Light Cookie was there. He waved worriedly at Capsaicin, and informed him of what was happening.
"Our station just got looted, and someone shot three of the policemen dead," He said, wringing his hands. "also not to mention four other cookies in Scovillia mysteriously disappeared. So we are thinking there are more subjects to this weird case. And--"
"Everyone! I think we have found a piece of evidence to this case!" Someone yelled from the head of the crowd. Capsaicin being one of the tallest ones there got to see what the evidence was instantly. A piece of violet hair with black tinges on it. The color flashed before Capsaicin's eyes, making him sweat. Was Prune Juice Cookie really the assassin?
But Prune Juice Cookie didn't have black spots in his hair, and the color of the hair looked too dark. It probably wasn't him. There's no way such an innocent, potion-making cookie could turn into a mass-murderer. But he could be rude sometimes.
Whipped Light stood next to Capsaicin, making him jump. He had forgot he was there. "Do you think maybe your husband disappeared to start killing people...?" He asked, disappointed.
"I would be in absolute disbelief." Capsaicin responded.
He could be in absolute disbelief, or not. It all depended on what the future holds him.
(Sorry if this chapter was short... I'm like losing motivation. But I'll post another 2 chapters today if possible!)
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Bloodlust. (Capsaicin x Prune Juice)
Детектив / Триллер"An assassin on the loose!? Oh, Scovillian Lords!" - Have you ever thought about a serial killer going viral in your town? Well, one special Cookie does get to experience this strange phenomenon. Thirty-two year old Capsaicin Cookie, a retired Scov...
