Criminal (Discontinued)

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The club was, not unexpectedly, loud. Dust and Horror stood at its colourful and blinding threshold, studying their surroundings. Horror sighed through her mask.

"I know you told me he was a stripper so I don't know what I was expecting but seriously Dust?" She asked. Dust shrugged.

"No I don't know what you were expecting," she replied. "Unluckily for you, he's on break right now. Try not to suffer too much." Dust winked and Horror rolled her eyes.

"Not gonna be a problem. I eat people, not have sex with them."

"Aww, you're no fun Horror!" They began walking through the crowd, dodging the gaping straight women, gay men and bisexuals (add other sexualities here).

"How are we getting to him if he's on break?" Horror asked as quietly as she could through the roaring crowd.

"I know the security!" Dust called back.

"How many times have you been here?"

"Enough times to know the security!" They reached an out of the way door near the back of the club and, just as Dust had said, the security guards stepped out of the way. Dust opened the door and they both walked in to find a shirtless man standing in front of a poor excuse for a dressing table. Horror immediately looked away but Dust leapt forward and gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek. Seeming to remember something, she let him go and suddenly looked grave. "Good evening Lust," she said in a mock-serious voice. A deep, masculine voice from the stranger answered just as seriously.

"Good evening Dust." Dust giggled and gave him another hug.

"Man it feels like forever!" She cried. Lust chuckled.

"I saw you this morning."

"Forever!" Dust insisted. Lust hummed in agreement.

"Who's your friend?" He asked. Dust gasped and grabbed Horror's arm.

"This is Horror!" She introduced. "Horror this is Lust."

"Tell Lust to put on a fucking shirt," Horror growled, still looking away. Dust looked at Lust to apologise but he shrugged. Lust pushed Dust slightly out of the way to whisper in Horror's ear.

"What's the problem? Afraid I'll live up to my name?" Horror felt her heart race at his closeness and prayed to god her face wasn't as red as it felt. He drew away from her and she looked up defiantly. He still hadn't put on a shirt which, she had to admit, was distracting her.

"Listen I don't particularly want to be here so can you just tell us how you're gonna help us?" Horror asked tersely. Lust shrugged.

"You wanna know if I can help you find help for your friend who's in a coma. Am I right?" He asked. Horror glared at Dust, who'd definitely given him more information than she was told to. Dust shrugged and Horror turned back to Lust.

"Yes," she answered. Lust grinned.

"Then I most definitely know someone."

"Who?"

"His name is Geno. He's in a wheelchair most of the time and is sick himself so he's got all the equipment and then some. He owes me one so it should be easy to ask him."

"Where does he live?"

"I can send Dust the info if he says yes. Don't want you girls going after him if he says no." Horror shrugged.

"That's the end of this discussion then. Come on Dust." She took Dust's hand and moved to leave, eager to get out.

"Hey Horror," Lust called, stopping her in her tracks.

"What?" She asked irritably.

"Just so you know, you're hot," he answered, smirking and leaning back against his dressing table. Horror glared and bared her teeth at him.

"Don't talk about things you don't know," she snarled. She left the room, ignoring Dust's protests against not being able to say goodbye.

Ink groaned and smashed his head against his desk in frustration. Classic leant back in his chair to look sympathetically at his friend.

"You all good mate?" He asked. Ink groaned again in answer. "Why did you apply for overtime if it stresses you out so much then?"

"We need the money to pay rent," Ink answered. "Dream and Blue are already working their butts off so I can't afford to be a starving artist right now." Classic grimaced.

"Crushing your artist's spirit is it?" He asked. Ink nodded.

"My mind wasn't made for mindless work. It was made for creativity!" He whined.

"Hey man I feel you but you gotta do what you gotta do." Ink nodded sadly and pushed his head off the desk. After a moment Classic asked. "Is Blue on the store theft case?" Ink shrugged.

"Don't know Blue was off work yesterday," he answered. Classic nodded.

"So you'll find out today?" He asked. Ink nodded.

"I think Blue would like it but you know what the Chief's like. She loves his little heart."

"It's just a theft."

"Yeah but there was a murder so no way." Classic shrugged.

"Need help with that graph?" He asked. Ink nodded.

"Yeah, thanks."

"No Blue!" Undyne commanded. "You aren't ready to handle a case like this. You're still only a newbie." Blue pouted.

"I know I can do this!" He protested.

"No! And that's final!" Blue huffed and turned away from his boss. Pulling out his phone he brought up his friend group chat.

B: She won't let me on

D: I expected that

B: I wish I could help

D: Blue you do more hard work than anyone else in that station

B: Exactly

B: I feel like she doesn't trust me

I: Aww Blue

Blue: Cri

Blue walked outside to take a breath and his eye caught a grey hoodie. The girl from the day before was being dragged by another girl wearing a half mask. He blinked in surprise. She seemed awfully calm about the whole affair. She was slumped against the other girl's hand and playing on her phone.

"Hey, it's you!" He exclaimed before he could think. She looked up and smiled.

"Hey, it's you!" She called back. Her friend stopped and looked around.

"Uh oh," She muttered. The girl pushed herself up and attempted to run to him but her friend held tight to her hoodie. "Sorry we need to go," She said, pulling the girl away. The girl pouted. Blue gave her a shrug and turned to return to the police station.

"Hey Blue!" She called as she was pulled into the crowd. Blue turned around expectantly. "My name's Dust!" And she was gone.

UwU Lust is here!

And Geno's getting involved

Poor Bluey

Poor Inky

Mmmmmm Horrorlust