Hit 'Em Right Between the Eyes - Mafiatale

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

~-~-~'Blue's' POV~-~-~

We have to go back to the base, where Boss No. 2 starts to yell at us. We may or may not have intoxicated both bosses and gone to Grillby's... Not that it mattered, they would have found out about our failure, anyways. We had to go out and kidnap Silencer, only I failed the job. Papyrus and I are getting the blunt of the-

"WHAT. THE. ABSOLUTE. FUCK??!! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT??!!" Chara screams, making all of us flinch. This. Yup, this'll be a fun afternoon.

After a bit more shouting, Frisk calms Chara down and we start the actual 'meeting', where we basically report all of our finds. I fall asleep after a little while, only to be awakened to more screaming. Fun.

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I'm stuck in the basic equivalent of time-out, courtesy of both Bosses. I'm sitting in my room, with multiple gray padlocks on my doorknob. To normal people, impossible to get out of, right? Except, in their anger, they forgot I could do this. I snap my fingers and create a tear in the space-time continuum, stepping through it to another place. I stretch, but I stop suddenly when I hear a small thunk behind me.

It's Silencer. Smirking, I hide quickly and wait for them to show the half of their face not covered by their mask. Apparently I teleported to a mob base, an abandoned warehouse. Silencer probably picked up a job in a similar way Chara did, through Grillby's. Thud. Thud. There's a groan, and another thud. Some shuffling, more footsteps. Finally, I see them.

All black, simple and easy to move around in, though tight enough to be completely black. Smart. Face mask, designed well enough that it won't fall off, but it's not revealing in any way. They have a hood pulled low over their face, so even their nose isn't visible. Smart. Fingerless gloves, but the fingertips are painted black, so they are black from head to toe, literally. Smart. Wearing some form of moccasins, but black, with small grips visible when they lift their feet. Smart. Everything about the outfit is smart, evidently.

I chuckle a little bit. Wrong move. They lift their head and freeze like a deer in headlights, facing in my direction. Now that their head is lifted, I can see their eyes. Copper with a hint of chilling red, not unlike Chara's. Weird.

When I was lost in thought, they had started to attack me. Damn. They have a dagger of some sort in their right hand, and a pistol in their left. Strong, ambidextrous. Their form is fantastic, and they have good stamina as well as lots of speed. Worthy opponent? Still debatable.

They charge me, and I let them, knowing they'll feint. But they don't, and I fall down from their tackle, bleeding dust from a long tear on my sternum, leading to my shoulder. Smart. Why are they so smart? No time to think about that now.

I control their gravity, slamming them onto a wall. They land sideways on their feet, which is an impressive feat ( still making puns while in battle, apparently ), and simply stand there, looking at me. It confuses me to no end, until I see their hand twitch the smallest bit. They're lifting their gun, which will not happen on my watch.

I send a bone flying their way, which they notice and dodge immediately, focused on their gun, which they promptly shoot, exploding it into shards that fly everywhere. Which hit me. Damn, did that backfire.

They full-out laugh at what I assume to be my expression, which still isn't enough to clue me in on their gender, age, anything. Instead of attacking me - I let them have normal gravity - they simply walk out of the room.

I follow them, of course, when I've regained control of my thoughts, but they've disappeared. Sounds about right, from what I've heard regarding Silencer. Shaking my head, I teleport back to my locked room again, calling it a night. Tomorrow, I tell myself, you'll find them, Sans.

~-~-~Amber's POV~-~-~

Well, that was close. You don't know if Blue saw your eyes, but your betting he did. Hopefully, he doesn't make the connection between 'Silencer' and 'Amber', both of which are facades you put on. No one cares about you, but you couldn't give two fucks what other people thought even if you tried.

You're determined to find Blue again, and collect more intel on him. Not only does he seem interesting, he's evidently hunting you and you should probably know how to beat him. You've already seen some of his powers, but you're sure there's more, as you can feel the strong aura of magic emanating off of him. Very, very strong.

Just to your luck, the following day you see him. Not in person, no; the newspaper.

Wanted

Comic Sans Serif

Murder, Robbery, Harm of Police, Petty Theft

If found, please call this number:

(xxx)xxx-xxxx (eh too lazy)

Comic Sans, eh? A font. The derpiest font in the history of the universe. Just... wow. His father is Permanent Marker? Maybe his mom is Indie Flower, and his brother is Papyrus? You laugh at the thought of everyone in his family being named after horrible fonts that you would never, ever use. It's good that you know his name, though. Maybe it'll be useful?

Just in case, you decide to bring your utility belt along today, equipped with your trusty pistol and dagger. And maybe some spikes for security. You stalk out of your alley-home, having donned your waitress clothes for Grillby's - a red, knee-length dress, black apron, and ponytail - before stepping happily through the busy streets to your job.

When you arrive, the day starts normally, with all the usual things to do and usual customers to attend to. Until, at the end of your shift, he comes in.

"hey grillby," he says, waltzing into the bar and sitting himself at a stool. You force yourself to act normal, serving everyone and washing tables, all the while listening to their conversation. You might only be a teenager not even out of grade school yet, but you can multitask better than anyone else you know. Not that you know an existential amount of people, but. Still.

"copper eyes, 'bout 5-7, graceful, intuitive? ring a bell? i was out doin' my 'job' yesterday, saw them, still tryin' ta find them," you hear Comic say. Shit, is Grillby gonna tel-

"Yes, I think I know who you're talking about. Amber over there fits your description," Grillby crackles, nodding towards you. Yup, he did.

"The wheels on the bus go round and round, Grillby. C'mon man, seriously?" you playfully shoot at Grillby. Both the fire elemental and the skeleton look surprised, exactly what you were hoping, so you continue. "I didn't want to have to do this, but it seems I will. I really didn't want to damage your bar, you know that right man? Remember," you allow a creepy grin to spread across your face, "you brought this upon yourself." Drawing your gun, you aim it at them and slowly back out of the bar, still grinning, and finally turn around and pretend to run, only turning into an alleyway right next to the building and scaling the nearest wall.

As you haul your light body onto the roof, you hear footsteps turn into your alley. It's been a good five minutes, either Comic or Grillby probably guessed you came down here. Luckily, whoever it is doesn't notice you as you quiet your breathing and stop moving, just over the roof.

Or do they?

You feel yourself weighed down again, being dragged over the edge of the roof to see a smiling skeleton standing, eye socket flaring a deep blue, eternally grinning face dark with annoyance.

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Cliffhanger! Bah bu buh!!! Anyways... HOW DO I WRITE SNAS??!! IDK how to do Mafiatale!Sans... ugh 1st world problems. Anyways, word count is 1319 words. Goodbye, invisible imaginary readers!!!  

      DON'T MIND THE EDITS! I EDIT WHEN I'M NERVOUS!

      But seriously edit on 12-16-16, changed your height to 5'6".