FEARED [II AU]

[12] | Gone From Thought

Nickel and Baseball stood in front of Trophy. Nickel was glaring at him in anger, Baseball seemed neutral.

"Can we come inside?" Baseball asked gently.

Trophy looked off to the side, "Let me organize some things first, my... my roommate just moved out a few hours ago." He mumbled, closing the door for a moment. Trophy looked back at his room. Tissues's room were still inside, he hadn't gotten the chance to take them out. He quickly gathered all of his belongings and shoved them into the closet where the rest of his junk was. He looked in the bathroom, getting his dirty and bloodied clothes and putting them in the washer. He turned off the TV and went back to Baseball and Nickel.

"Alright, you can come in now." He muttered faintly.

Baseball and Nickel slowly came in, the room looked somewhat empty. They sat down on Tissues's bed with their notebook in hand, "We just need to ask you some questions." Baseball said simply, "It's not going to be too complicated, it's just questions about... the murder case."

Trophy nodded slowly, he sat down on his own bed.

Nickel looked down at the notebook, "Did you know about Balloon's death?"

Trophy was stunned for a moment, his heart was racing around his gut, "Y-yes. I do know about it."

Nickel narrowed his eyes, "What was your reaction?"

Trophy looked at the floor, "Shocked, mostly. I didn't think anyone would go out of their way to murder someone like Balloon." He whispered, "I didn't have a ton of connection to him, but it was still upsetting to see his death nonetheless."

Nickel huffed, "Who were you bringing ice cream to on the day you got two ice creams? I know you went to Warely Forest." He grumbled.

Trophy's eyebrows furrowed, "Are you trying to frame me or something? Why are you mentioning something like that?" He snapped. Though, truthfully he knew why, "I was bringing it to Balloon. I was planning on hanging out with him that day, and I just wanted to see how he was doing."

Baseball wrote down his answers as Nickel continued questioning, "Why were you inside someone's hotel room? And why were you injured?"

Trophy gazed at Nickel, he let out a deep sigh before looking away, "I was just camping one night, I started up a fire and it attracted the wolves that were nearby. I was attacked by them and I ran to the subway station to go home. That's when Lightbulb saw me and the condition I was in." He murmured, "I still have the scars if you really want proof." He hissed, "I don't know why you say this is an interview, this feels like a fucking interrogation!"

Baseball glanced at Nickel, "He isn't wrong, Nickel. This feels more serious than any other interview we did."

Nickel glared at Baseball, "Because he's clearly the murderer! Don't you see? He's both connected to Balloon and Suitcase! He's also connected with the wildlife and practically lives in the forest." He exclaimed, "It would be understandable if Balloon died to a guy like this!" He glanced back at Trophy, "Tree-kisser."

Trophy scowled, he crossed his arms, "Are you just bashing me? What kind of 'interview' is this?"

Baseball sighed, "Even when Suitcase is gone, he still manages to argue with someone else." He mumbled under his breath, "Look, Nickel. You can't just behave like that towards someone we're trying to get answers to. If anything, you're blowing this whole thing! We didn't just spend hours trying to get information out of people. And when we finally hit our final spot, you say things like this?"

Nickel narrowed his eyes, he looked away from both of them. Baseball glanced at Trophy, "Sorry about that. He can't really... control himself in situations like this." He apologized, "Did you have any connections to Suitcase?"