The first call came in at around 12:31 PM. Due to its obscene nature, the unamused operator on the receiving end debated over simply disregarding what was an obvious prank. Before they had an opportunity to do so, a fellow colleague received another report of a similar vein. Only minutes later, the entire communication center fell into chaos as every telephone rang with urgency- each coming from a witness with the same story to tell.
Surrounding lights attached to nearby police cruisers paint Cassandra's uniform in blue and red. Being one of the first available units to respond, she proceeded to investigate what at the time, sounded like an aggravated murder. Wouldn't be the first time frustrating traffic led to violence within Mirstone.
On arrival, the severity of the situation was made evident by the batch of demolished vehicles scattered across the grassy fields outlining the two-lane highway. The cracked, and in some spots, completely vaporized concrete also gave hints as to what unfolded- none of the possibilities being very promising.
This wasn't just a murder. Cassandra thought when she first stepped out of her vehicle. This was a fight. A big one at that.
Next came interviewing witnesses. Most of them had only caught but a glance of certain events. Even more were frantic with their statements, believing to have evaded near death. While none of their stories held much weight on their own, each contained a vital piece to a larger puzzle, no matter how tiny or significant it was. Once assembled, it didn't take long for the diligent policewoman to find out what transpired.
Scraps of molten metal are currently being photographed before they're ready to be taken in for evidence. If the crowd of curious onlookers outside of the police tape perimeter knew the true nature of the metallic pieces, it'd be even harder for the other officers to keep them at bay than it already is. While inconvenient, Cassandra can't entirely say she blames them for wanting answers. It looks as if a tornado just swept through one of the busiest roads in Mirstone.
"ALRIGHT, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!" a distinct voice yells from within the group of concerned civilians. "BEAT IT!"
Total silence replaces the onlookers' speculative murmurings, followed right after by hurried footsteps away from the crime scene. The gathering quickly disperses behind the chief of police, who ducks below the caution tape to enter the closed-off space.
"Chief," Cassandra acknowledges with wide eyes. The fish-like monster looks much taller in person.
"What happened here, Evans?" Undyne cuts straight to the point, stopping in front of the starstruck officer.
Cassandra subtly shakes her head and regains her composure before answering.
"A double homicide from what we've gathered so far. The suspect has yet to be identified nor located."
"The victims' names..." Undyne asks.
Judging from her tone of voice, Undyne has already been made aware of the situation. Cassandra's eyes droop out of sympathy for her chief. She then gives her the confirmation she requested.
"Without physical bodies, we can't confirm the identification of the two victims... but multiple eye-witnesses saw Mettaton engaging the suspect after the first murder."
Undyne's fists shake at her sides.
"Give me a description," she says through gritted teeth.
"That's where things get peculiar," Cassandra says. "While the statements from each witness vary in some way, everyone saw the same thing. A red knight."
This makes Undyne's brow furrow.
"What, like a Halloween costume?"
"No, the witnesses seemed adamant about the legitimacy of their suit," Cassandra explains. "It was real. Or at the very least really convincing. Humans haven't dawned that type of armor in centuries. Makes me think it could've likely been a monster."
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Undertale: Fallen Angel
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