Mystery Trio [Moving to Mostly GF Ver.II]

Cellmates

Fiddleford H. Mcgucket sat in the prison cell, curled up in the corner. He curled up tighter and turned his head ever so slightly to the entrance.

"Hands off, bub!" He heard a gruffly voice say. "I did nothing wrong, I swear it wasn't me!"

"Heh, can it Pines, you're going straight behind bars." The officer said, directing the man towards the entrance of the cell. He shoved the man in and uncuffed him through the bars. "and plus, not only did I see you do it, but you were bragging about it on the ride here!" With that, he left, he had more important things to do.

Stanford arched his eyebrow at the nervous wreck in the corner. He was too small to have gotten in a fight, he wore glasses and tweed with elbow patches. He doubted he was in here for anything big. He was still curious though. The man didn't take his eyes off Stan. "What? You get in here for staring? Or being so nervous you disturbed the peace?" Stan laughed.

The man mumbled before uncurling and leaning against the wall, legs flat in front of him with his hands resting on his lap.

"So, which was it, dork?" Stan said, hey if he could take him in a fight, this elf was his slave until he got out.

"I guess... it could be considered disturbing the peace." He said, in some kind of western-accent, maybe?

"What are ya, a cowboy?" Stan laughed.

The nerd got up aggressively and slammed his fist against the stone wall. "What are you? A neanderthal?" He asked, the side of his mouth and left eye twitching as his hair seemed to bounce out of place. His eye widened as the pain in his fist peaked. He moved his hand from the wall and hissed, shaking it off.

Stan's eye widened for a different reason. "Holy ball bringers. How the hell'd you crack the wall?"

Fiddleford looked at the wall and pushed up his glasses, holding his hands behind his back. "Natural epinephrine, I guess I'm still kinda unstable." He started trembling and leaned back against the wall. He slid back down until he was sitting.

"Jeez, you sound like Lee, he's always telling me about aggression and hormones and epi free pens or whatever you said." Stan sighed. "Anyways, not caring about your scientific solution or whatever; What'd ya do, crazy? Tell me how you disturbed the peace."

"-and destroyed like, 5 people." Fiddleford added.

"And destroyed- what?" Stan had a look of utter surprise. "Listen, nerd, no offense, but I can hardly see you able to kill a fly."

"I prefer Fiddleford over nerd, thank you. Also; yes, five people." Fiddleford sighed. His eyes widened as he checked the ceiling for cameras, then he scampered closer the the bars and checked the hallway nervously. He glanced to Stan, well more glared. "I swear to my wife and kid, if you're a cop trying to get me to squeal, you won't live long enough to get out of here."

Stan looked at the man, even with a glare and solid sounding threat he didn't look threatening. He sat on the bench there was and leaned back. He shrugged. "Nope, even if I was, well... I don't actually think I'm qualified. Plus, I would have to arrest my brother with his 'dangerous' 'experiments' or whatever he does in the basement all day."

Fiddleford looked to the ground, then to Stanford. "What... kind of experiments?"

Stan shrugged. "You'll probably like em. Both the biggest nerds I've ever seen."

Fiddleford scowled a bit, then pouted. "I am not a nerd."

"Define, nerd, then. I mean, seriously, look at yourself." Stan laughed.

Fiddleford got up again and pointed to his cellmate. "I am an evil genius! by definition..." His pointed hand slithered back. "I guess, I dunno, it's more complementing than nerd and less insulting than mad scientist." He pushed up his glasses and sat back down.

"What are you talking about?! Jeez, this is worse than listening to Lee blather on about that giant pterodactyl attack." Stan grumbled.

"It wasn't a pterodactyl, it was my homicidal robot meant to destroy the man my ex wife left me for..." He sighed. "It seemed like a better idea at the time." The corners of his mouth lifted as he seen the other's surprised face.

"Jeez Louise. You and my brother will definitely get along! What'd you say your name was? Fiddleford." Stan said. "I thought I'd have the bigger crime, but geez, all I did was beat a guy at a bar before I could get drunk."

"Now, you say that, but what if it were fraud, that I committed, would- "

"We'd probably be pals, I mean, it ain't a crime if you don't get caught." He smiled. "That's what I always say."

Fiddleford put his hand to his chin and grinned the widest he's ever grinned. "You know, I don't think I was invited to... whose was it again? Whatever's engagement party..."

"Uh, ok? So?" Stan said, half listening, it sounded like he was about to rant.

Fiddleford held his hands evilly and looked towards an angle that darkened his face. "I'll build a giant killer robot." He whipped around towards Stan with a brightened face. "But I don't have the laser technology, if your brother does dangerous experiments like how I imagine them, I'd like to borrow some things."

"Ha! Only if you work for 'em and plus, he's looking for a henchman. He's only visiting while I go to Colombia though. He keeps trying to get me to look into all this weird stuff, but I don't think it's healthy, yknow?" He sighed. "He'll need someone to make sure he doesn't starve, eat out his pen supply, suffocate.... so many things." Stan sat up and looked to his feet. "Name's Stanford by the way, call me Ford."

"Well then, nice to've met you, Ford."