Pointing the Blame (Detective a6d AU)

See You There

That's right! Pointing the Blame is back! I decided to put this back up because I was bored lol. Updates may be slow though, bad writers block. I've edited the chapters and there should be no more errors. If there are, be sure to let me know :D

Vincent and a team of officers were inside the room at the back of the theme park. There was yellow police tape all over the crime scene. The room was a small room with bare gray walls. It was littered with dried blood stains, all of which, to Vincent's horror, belonging to Darryl.

"Find anything yet?" A blonde haired officer asked, turning to the detective.

"Nothing," Vincent replied not even pausing with his search. Stress was evident in his voice. 

The officer put a reassuring hand on the detective's shoulder.

"Why do you worry so much? You've done much more difficult cases before," she asked puzzled.

"It's just," he shrugged her hand off his shoulder. "I feel really pressured to solve this case. My best friend is the victim of it you know," he explained grimly.

The blonde haired girl held a hand to her mouth with a shocked expression.

"I didn't know, I'm so sorry," she said sadly.

"Ah it's..fine. Well it's not but you know how it goes," the detective laughed sadly.

His eyes lingered on a peculiar red button on the wall. He squinted his eyes as his eyes as his hand made it's way to the button. With a click he pushed it. 

"Holy crap.." Vincent whispered with a shaky voice.

He stumbled back, his eyes fixed on what had opened in front of him. The officers in the room with him curiously glanced at what he was looking at. They had identical reactions to what they uncovered.

Once Vincent had pushed the button, the wall infront of him had opened up to reveal a wall with weapons hanging from hundreds of hooks. There were chains, bone saws, guns, all sorts of knives, and even weapons Vincent didn't know the name of. All the weapons were lathered in dark red blood. The detective heard one of the officers behind him gag.

"Whoever these guys were," an officer started, bewildered. 

"They were not big fans..." he finished, emphasizing the word, 'not.'

Vincent teared his eyes away from the wall and spun around. 

"Nows not the time for dumb jokes," he said sternly, giving the officer a cold glare.

"Get all these weapons to the PD. Maybe we can find some finger prints on these things and finally end this damn case," he said bitterly.

The detective wanted so bad for this to be done so he could move on like everybody else. But his occupation ordered that he give his full attention to his friend's death. As the officers got to work taking each weapon off the wall and placing them in an evidence bag, Vincent realized something. 

Why the hell would the theme park owner even have this room in his park? 

"Does anybody know who the owner of this park is?" he asked as he surveyed the people in the room with him.

"Oh yeah of course," one of them finally replied.

"I think it was.." the officer paused looking up at his blue hat as he tried to recall.

"Clay Wuzaken, I believe is the owner of this park." (Haha get it, as in "was taken.")

The detective's expression morphed into one of shock. Clay Wuzaken? Dream owns a theme park? Why has nobody ever mentioned this to me? 

He was somewhat relieved that it was one of his friends, so he wouldn't have a problem reaching out to him. But nevertheless, he was nervous to hear what Dream would say when he asked him about a creepy back room in his own theme park. 

3 hours later

Vincent was sitting on a chair in his kitchen. He was seated at a small table with the only chair he had being occupied by himself. Paper's with all sorts of writing were scrambled all over the table. 

The detective gripped his hair in stress as he scanned and searched through each line of text. Most people can't bare living alone, but for Vincent, he actually preferred it. He wasn't exactly the social type. 

Who needs a roommate when I have Ian. The pale boy thought rhetorically. He hasn't gone outside his house to do anything to treat himself lately. All he has been doing for the past weeks have been him trying to solve Bad's murder. Even though the Frenchman wouldn't admit it himself, he desperately needed someone. Yet, no matter how many times his friends have reached out to him, he refused each one of them. "This case is more important," he'd say to them.

His cat, Ian, stood up from where he was resting on the floor. The feline walked over to where the stressed man was sitting, sensing his distress. He started to rub against Vincent's legs.

Then a small ding noise erupted from his phone. He turned his gaze to the bright screen laying on the table, seeing it was a tweet from Skeppy. I forgot to block him!  He thought with a groan. Upon looking at the letters, his eyes had automatically read the word "Vidcon." The French man raised an eyebrow, looking back at the notification

Skeppy @Skeppy  *15 seconds ago

Who else is excited for Vidcon?! I can't wait to meet all you guys :D 

That's right! Vidcon is tomorrow!  A6d remembered with his mouth hanging ajar. He had totally forgotten about the event. The name "Skeppy" also reminded him that he still needed to have a word with his ex best friend. But how? He sure as hell won't talk to me. He pondered for a moment, then he had an idea. Zak will be at Vidcon. If I can't speak to him over the internet, what's stopping me from speaking to him in real life. 

Vincent picked up his phone and clicked on Zak's tweet. He started to type a reply, then once he was finished he clicked send. 

a6d @a6doff  *just now

See you there.