DSaF - ONESHOTS

Silhouettes

"HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!"

The screaming voice of the phone-headed man, Steven, filled Jack's ears like a siren

Not too long ago, he and Steven had found a dead body of another employee at Freddy's. This massacre has been going on for months now, and Jack still didn't find out who it is.

To explain, Jack is a famous detective from Reno, and has been for several years now. His fame never got into his head, which made him an idol for many.

Taking a closer look at the body, Jack spotted a stab wound at the heart and a cut at the neck. It was a gruesome sight, since there was a small blood pool under the body.

"It's fresh. At least half an hour old. You should go and call the police so they can inspect the building."

The phone man nodded, grabbing the phone on his head and dealing the police.

Meanwhile, Jack walked around the pizzeria and began interviewing everyone he found suspicious, or could have any information.

"Sadly, no, I didn't know him much. We talked at least once or twice but it was about work." Matt responded to Jack's little interview, leaning onto the counter at the prize corner.

Jack nodded, thinking a little bit.

"Has there been a change in behaviour?"

"Yes. He became more distant and tense. Every little sudden sound or movement made him jump..."

Jack raised his eyebrows in interest. He was that tense? Maybe..."Thank you, Matthew."

Jack shook Matt's hand and walked off, heading towards Steven, who was standing in the middle of the dining area as the police were inspecting every little corner in the building.

"What did you find, Kennedy?"

"Jake must've been hunted. Matthew told me that he was extremely tense before he died."

If Steven had eyes, they'd be wide as two circles. He put a finger to his chin, thinking while tapping his foot.

"Calm down, Steven. If we look at every other victim this mystery killer targeted, all of them were always tense before death." Jack walked around Steven, a lot like a wold about to kill it's prey.

"THAT-...makes sense..." Steven lowered his phone-head. Jack nodded, before walking out the building.

Jack soon got on top of the building, leaning onto the railing and taking out a cigarette, before letting it up.

He took a small drag, watching the sun beam behind the white and grey clouds as winds blew in his orange face. Jack loved watching the country from up above, and when he can just relax and admire nature..

"This killer is such a pain in the ass..."

Jack cussed, taking in a longer drag and letting the leftover ash fall on the concrete under his feet.

As Jack was thinking, someone placed their hand on his shoulder, giving Jack chills run down and back up his spine.

"Why hello there, Mr. Kennedy!"

Jack couldn't recognise the voice of the man behind him, so he turned around to be met with a tall, skeletal and purple man, just half an inch taller than Jack.

"Who-"

"Dave, Dave Miller! I used to work here as a manager." The handsome yet young man introduced himself, handing Jack his hand.

Dave was wearing something similar to Jack. He wore a light blue and yellow suit with a badge much different than Jack's.

When Dave gave Jack his hand, Jack understood and took in his hand, leaning down to kiss his hand.

"Jack Kennedy, nice to meet you, Miller."

"Dave. You can just call me Dave."

"Right, Dave... Are you here because of the murders?" Jack asked the purple man, dropping his unfinished cigarette into the trashcan nearby.

"You're smart, Jack. No wonder, you're a famous detective..."

Dave put his hands on his hips, leaning towards Jack who was resting his elbows on the railing behind him. "And I know you're quite humble!"

Jack chuckled, looking around in case Dave was armed.

"Yeah, a lot of people like to tell me that. But what brings you here anyway? Many people come here for the murders but I never expected an ex manager to come over.."

"Well, I wanted to meet you, Jack. Talk and get to know one another."

Dave crossed his arms, stepping closer to the detective. When Dave was so close, Jack could smell his scent. French cologne... Unexpected.

Before Jack could think, Dave put his hand on the back of Jack's head to bring his closer. Jack knew what was going on, so he put his own hand on Dave's back. To not fall, the living eggplant rested his arm on Jack's chest.

Just in those few moments, Jack and Dave's silhouettes colided.

-END-

(I'm too sick to finish this shit)

-Charlie

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