Tick tock goes the clock,
Until this Manor is
No more
Will the mouse
Find a way out?
Free of guilt;
Oh, safe and sound?
Time is running out, detective.
Angel Mallory has always been unlucky. Seemingly retired from their old job working for the Guil...
Author's Note: Thoroughly edited and a few things were also added along with some extra scenes.
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Turns out, falling asleep was inevitable.
The atmosphere in the dim-lit room was velvet thick. Portraits hung on the walls, rich with faded colours and vibrance. One showed a man long gone, a founder of Uproarium, with stern pensive eyes and a beard on his worn face, littered with marks.
I tapped my finger on the silk fabric of the office chair. Anxious, I could feel my heartbeat thunder. It was an ephialtes. One of my old bosses glared at me, her gaze watching my every move. A pitiable attempt at being observant. If she'd look further, she'd notice the slight tremble, she'd take advantage of it.
I was shaking, my mind reeling to what I knew was coming. She didn't know that. She wasn't observant, because she wasn't me.
She wasn't... Herself, either. The secretary from yesterday stared back at me with empty black eyes that had an obvious likeness to void. I stifled a confused laugh.
To her, I was nothing but mere prey- the rat in everyone else's game of cat and mouse. Unimportant. But the General, knew better.
"Detective Mallory, we assume you know why you have been summoned." she quipped. Flashes of yesterday echoed in my mind, disorienting me further. I tried to object, but the dreamscape had other plans.
"I will take that as a yes" The abomination of my Old Boss and Mean Secretary chirped.
"It has come to our attention that you gained access to some particular files on your last mission with- who was it? That officer J. Hawks?" she passed me a glare and I froze.
Still as a statue, I wished wrath upon the one who nicknamed her "Medusa" long ago. I didn't know she would tap into it eventually.
"Angel, I for one have always praised you for your observation and detection skills." The General took his turn, voice laced with hidden traces of sympathy.
"I never meant for this to go quite as far. I'm sorry kid. I really am."
"Not your kid." I murmured, defiance bubbling up.
"What was that?" said the woman, tilting her head mockingly, as if she were talking to a small child. Well, it seemed that when you've lived centuries, (judging by unattractiveness) you start to believe that everyone you meet is younger than you.
But I said none of that. I huffed- everything I said could be used against me and Medusa was counting on that.
"Nothing, then? Good." she continued, her lips curling into a chilling smile. “You see, those files you 'accidentally' came upon could possibly lead to quite the uprising, Angel. And you would be quite the Devil if such information slipped from you." she spoke like a cat toying with its food. "It would be such a shame, for you and for officer J. Hawks, whom you seem to hold quite dear. What's up with that?'' she chuckled, making me want to gag.
