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[sweetlyhell]

Make-Believe Lies

Soft trinkling water dripping on her forehead. A groan left her mouth at the sensation as she opened her umbrella. The sight of the wet mud under her shoes were annoying to her in every way there was, not to mention the smell.

In front of her laid the site where the said body laid. A poorly drawn figure on the same ground, nearing a steeply made cliff onto the river of Yenisey. Her eyes fell on the depths of the fall, but the victim hadn't fell. Or so, it isn't believed to.

"Comissioner Korolyzova?" The voice made her to turn her attention away from the deserted crime scene to the trace of the new presence. Not a familiar face, nor familiar voice.

Her eyes fell on a man. Her age it seemed, dirty brown hair... and misty blue eyes that looked mysterious to her.

The gruffy and low voice seemed to belong to this man. Her gaze on him lingered a little longer before speaking once, "Do I know you?"

He chuckled at her tone. It was hard to tell whether it was directed at him or the rain ruining her investigation .

"You don't know me, but.. I think something will remind you who I am, Miss Sofia."

Her eyes widen at that. How did he know her first name without her even telling most people? Barely anyone knew her as Sofia. Everyone called her Comissioner Korolyzova.

She swallowed at the mention but kept her expression hard. Like hell she'd let him see through her. She can’t let him know how nervous she can actually get when she’s throughly overwhelmed by something.

Deep breathes, Sof.

Sofia raised an eyebrow at him, giving a half-assed smile, or smirk. "My, you certainly are clever. May I know yours then?"

Despite the view of his face, he wore a black sanitary mask. Unusual, for anyone seen. The pandemic was long forgotton and there hadn’t been any outbreaks of any smaller infections in the area. He chuckled quietly as he replied calmly, "Grayson, detective. Grayson."

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Stephanie scoffed at the idea, punching Sofia's shoulder with a light hit. "Grayson? Sounds pathetic." Sofia clicked her off and rolled her eyes while her eyes remained on her desk. Stephanie stood in front of her, arms crossed and a big frown stamped on her face.

"Just research on it," Sofia urged the girl as she racked a pile of papers in the cabinet under the drawers of her desk. Stephenie's disgust could be heard from her silence. Not even a scoff just implied how horrified she was.

"Fine. I want a free shift Friday though."

"Find this man’s identify first and I’ll think of it."

The audible stomping of a displeased Stephenie echoed the room before the door was slammed shut and left in silence. A distant mumble and groan could be heard from the same girl as she made her way to her own room.

Sofia sighed at the childish behaviour of her younger sister. The girl was still a police in training but hated covering for her sister in any way at all. Being a stubborn girl growing up, Sofia wouldn’t let Stephanie off so easily.

Sofia, on the other hand, was more of a reserved woman who preferred to work in silence but the silence she was in was not the one she normally craved. This silence was all the things she hated. It  carried her negetativity, and a feeling of insecurity.

This silence was driving her insane, slowly and steadily.

Clicking of Sofia’s nails could be heard on the bed frame of her bed which was beside her desk. That was the only noise available after the noise of her silence.

The desk was a little cleaner than usual so her feet laid in the open and clean area of it as she thought of the impossibility of finding the culprit of her current case.

Sofia was still lightheaded from the encounter but Stephanie took the idea of him being a murderer quite lightly. Too lightly, in fact. A new debate arose in her. Should she ask why Stephanie took the news so lightly?

Ignoring her thoughts, she shook her head and pulled out her phone to realise she was sweating horredenously. She picked upp her handkercheif to wipe it as it dropped a file from her desk.

Sodia raised a brow at the file. She dind’t remember keeping one with a white case, since most of her cases were either yellow or orange. She made sure to inspect it a little before putting on her gloves and carefully picking it up.

“What?!” Sofia’s eyes widen as she opened the file and saw the name and picture on the first page…

[sweetlyhell]

I LOVE TIGERS. THIS IS ADORABLE !! IM CHERISHING THIS. MY ROYAL BENGAL TIGERS OMG OMG

Seeing a post that you know a mutual will like and reblogging it to add enrichment to their dash like giving a tiger in a zoo a cardboard box

[sweetlyhell]

The First, second and third

fanfiction drabble: Peter & Chester get an unexpected company while another investigation

"Bro, I don't think we should stay here," Chester mumbles over to Parker in a rather loud voice. "We haven't found Kaylee yet." The tall male eyes the blond male. "But... alright."

He agreed to rumble around for clues and the missing children. No matter how much they shook it, they both felt uneasy. But Becca was counting on them to find her little sister, Kaylee.

Before he moved ahead they saw a mysterious figure. "Welcome to Petey's Playhouse! Do your parents know you're here?"

Just as in the VHS tape, he was there. Petey. Both males eyed each other before Parker expressed, "No, we're here for our friend, Kaylee."

Petey let out a quiet snort. "We have lots of friends at Petey's Playhouse!" Chester's breathing began to speed up, though still unnoticeable.

"And, yes, you can find Kaylee! Follow me down here,"

Petey gave a grin. Parker was moving on but Chester grabbed his wrist. "Are you sure you want to follow this guy?"

Chester's words scraped Parker's mind but he broke free from his grip and grabbed his wrist. "Yes. We must find her, Becca is counting on us for her sister." He said he brought Chester along with him to follow him.

They reached a door and Petey looked back at them. "I believe Kaylee is in here." He gave a devilish smile to the other males which made neither of them hesitate to walk in after Petey.

As they enter they saw nothing. only plastic along the floor and a paint bucket.

"Since you weren't answering my question, you two are naughty boys!" Chester looked disgusted under his sunglasses at Petey's laugh. "We're leaving, come on, dude."

Parker forcefully took Chester's hand and brought him out and started walking in the opposite direction.

"Bro, where are we going?" Chester awaits his best friend's response. "Out of here." Was Parker's prompt reply.

This shocked Chester. For once he wanted to leave. Was he now finally listening to his tantrums? As they approached the entrance, there was silence between the two.

As Parker opened the door, he saw a wall made out of legos entrapping them.  "Dude, we're trapped in here!"

Parker charges at it in an attempt to break it down, he tried multiple times but it wouldn't break. "Check the windows."

Parker slightly raised the blinds, but no luck, they were blocked off as well. "Let's just let up cameras."

Chester quietly agreed as he did try to argue about this idea but failed to win. Both separate, in the hope to find the missing ones and more clues about this playhouse as it was dangerous if children had gone missing for months without a trace.

Parker went back to the rooms as Chester headed toward the ball pit. He once more opens the door and closes it. As he sees an unknown door, his curiosity hits him as he creeks the door slowly open.

There was a bear, Friendo, from the commercial. "What...?" He muttered softly as he saw Friendo, with an axe, breaking the nightstand.

.Friendo stops and slowly turns to Chester, resulting in a dash and screaming. Chester was rounded in a corner by Friendo as he ran his fingers of him.

"PARKER! HELP!" Chester pleaded, loud enough for the entire house to hear.

Parker, upon hearing his friend's screams, went running to him. As he put a foot in the room, he was stopped by the words.

"Friendo."

When all three turned to the other doorway, there stood Petey! He had arrived right in time to help out. "You shouldn't visitors like that. Even if they are naughty boys."

Petey again does his signature laugh as Friendo apologizes. "I'm sorry Petey. I was just showing him."

Friendo walks away from Chester and went to Petey as he said that. "No worries! Now it's time for-" Petey was cut off by the loud screaming of an alarm clock.

Both of them retreat, leaving the two friends alone. "Are you okay?" Concerned, Parker walks over to his friend.

"Dude, he was touching me, all over!" Chester complained to him. Parker sighed as he said to him,

"Come on, let's go hide somewhere and lock it."

Chester nodded, getting up. Both friends venture to an empty room with a bed. Parker lays down under the sheet, holding the pillow from the back to his ears.

"Bro, why are they playing music!?" Chester tries to ask over the loud music being played. "Dude, I can barely hear you over this annoying music." Chester was annoyed by it.

"Just try to sleep,"

Parker advised him. Chester got into his side of the bed, adjusting himself. Three long hours. Three hours. That was how long the same tune was played. "Did they stop?" Chester asks, surprised.

"I guess, let's sleep." Both turned opposite directions and fell into a slumber for an hour.

THUMP!

"Bro, one of the cameras stop working," Parker informed, "But, you don't know what they are like alone!" Chester's denial screams were ignored, "If you don't want to go, you can stay here." Parker said, looking back.

Chester quietly followed as he didn't want to be alone. He knew what they did. In the extra storage room, Parker fixed the now broken camera.

Chester looked around, seeing a list of 'Conductors' there were in total four names and after theirs was Chester's name.

Freaked out, he walked out of the room. He walked until he found a new room from which he heard muffled screams. Tracking the noises, he found himself looking under the bed's frame.

Found two kids, one was awake and tapped while one was passed out.

He instantly dropped the sheets and looked at the doorway to see Friendo standing there in the exact clothes Conductor Charlie was wearing. Slowly approaching closer and closer Chester

"No! no! no! Stay away! AH! HELP!" Chester yelled out.

Parker sighed, making her way to his screaming friend. Upon arriving, Parker saw his friend being dragged into a room.

Dashing after the two, he only found himself clawing and scrapping the door to no avail. 

Recognizing the door to the ball pit, Parker ran out to the second door, in search of his friend. He made it in time to find Chester in between the balls.

"Chester!" Parker ran out to his friend, grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the balls. Being chased by both Petey and Friendo.

"Bro! They're looking at us." Screamed Chester, running forcibly under Parker's grip. "Wait, look!" Parker pointed out to a shadow.

The small dark figure of a small child running about in the forest. Checking back to see if the two were still watching.

When they came closer, it was a small female child. Dirty brown hair, sapphire blue eyes and a long-sized black hoodie. She was standing around the height of four feet and three inches.

"Who... who are you?" The child looked at the two, scared. Sensing the child's tension, Parker said softly. "I'm Parker, were you hiding from someone?"

The child nodded.  "Well, do you know where your house is?" Parker waited in anticipation but no response. "I-Indonesia." Both males looked surprised. "Indonesia?" Chester repeats, getting a nod. 

"Where are your parents?" The child's frown became bigger as she pointed to the sky. "Up there with bubba," Chester mumbled something in Parker's ear after her reply.

"Why don't you come with us? We were friends with your parents." The child looked amazed and happily nodded. She ran to Chester, hugging him with joy. Chester attempted to pick her up and put her in the back seat.

"So, what's your name?" Parker asks, "Rhiannon! Rhea for short." Chester smiled. "Cute name." Rhiannon giggled and nodded.

"So, Rhea, what do you like to do?" The little girl paused. She had not been doing any hobbies for a year. "Painting and Ballet." Was her slow reply. She had been home-schooled so she had loved indoor activities.

"Nice, Chester might have fun painting with you, right?"

Rhea giggles and nodded.

[sweetlyhell]

A clown and the audience

Original fiction: Beth expects no drama, but her lovers have something else planned..

Bethany sat on her bed, dangling her feet off the edge as she held a book in her hand. The girl knew she might see hallucinations as she was alone and was in paranoia.

But it was casual and was trying to forget to see them with distracting herself with the books and sleep.

Her boyfriends were out for their own causes, leaving her alone in the house and the last time she was with a bodyguard, it was pretty bad and bloody to see.

If the girl was honest, she missed her boys a lot. Those funny little guys always joking around and her comparing them to fictional men. It was hilarious to watch for sure.

Now, instead of playing attention to the book Bethany was busy thinking about Zack and Jack.

But when she realised that they were out with a girl, it broke her heart. She noticed it because she had a notification on Instagram from Zack's account of them posting an image.

"What...?" She muttered to herself, holding back tears in her eyes as she dropped the book on the floor and covered her mouth; to prevent any noises coming out

She tried shaking off the feeling that it was their sister but she had called their sister a while again and checked up that she was at her own home and had not seen Zack and Jack for a while now.

"No. They wouldn't, would they?" So many negative thoughts were flooding her mind and wrapped her brain with a migraine.

She was quartering for mind with excited worried. The phone was far back towards the bed frame the night stand

Bethany was ready to flood questions and she surely will not be taking no as an answer she is very determined to get her answers and a clear explanation of the girl and why they were with her.

Of course if she was a co-worker, Beth would leave her off the hook but someone touching her boys was definitely not something she would accept and she will be off with her head if it is so.

All that was left to do was to wait for Zack and jack to return from the trip they told that they were on or as they said so.

They would not do something so dishonest to her, would they?

The key wiggled in the key lock of the door the door was open and Beth sat on the couch in the living room waiting for them to come in.

They both smile as Zack spoke up, "Baby, we missed you, so so much." This made her frown. Miss her their ass, they were with another girl.

"I did too, mhm."

This dry response of hers made both twins feel bad as if they did something wrong but before they could what was it, Beth left the room.

Zack and Jack both looked at the silhouette that was also fading away from the room as she went into the bedroom and shut the door.

This was not good. It was never good.

Both of them rushed to the door and knocked on it, hoping she would open it but she didn't, she didn't even scoff or make any noise as she would if she was mad.

Was she playing tricks and pranks like she did on the usual days?

Minutes passed and they slowly converted to hours. Now, this was worrying. It was making the twins panic until Jack pointed out that Zack had a kiss mark on this neck...

"You think she found out?" Zack asked with a uneasy feeling as Jack slowly nodded. Both muttered a curse under their breath as they knocked on the door again.

Complete silence, nothing was heard. After another 5 minutes, the twins kicked down the door and saw blood. So much fucking blood on the floor and nearing the bed was Bethany.

There was a note written in a beautiful cursive handwriting that was definitely Beth's own.

Note read out:

"We have or more likely had a small deal, if one cheats; the othet leaves and if both cheat; we live off and cut ties forever.

Congratulations cheaters! You now see my dead body. I hope you can love that new replacement of mine.

Yours truly,

Bethany Raynott"

Both of their eyes were watering. Zack was shivering in his place holding the note and staring at Beth while Jack was crying, sobbing as he called an ambulance to come.

"AND CUT."

The director posed the camera away and paused. Beth got up and coughed a little, allowing the fake blood escape her mouth.

Zack and Jack wiped their tears and smiled at Beth as she got up and hugged them both.

"I know you two would never do this to me." She said as she pulled away and wiped some of the blood off her face and fix her posture.

"You owe us a kiss because we actually thought you died because of this." At Jack's comment, she only laughed and nodded.

So was this all just a movie scene or did it mean more?

[sweetlyhell]

Replaced once more

Original song fiction: Rosanne's insight on Ivan Floyen's mistress.

Song- Heather by Conan Grey

Rosanna Vienna Agriche. 

The twin of Dion, amidst her siblings, Rosanna stood out. How is that possible? She was not ruthless, at least compared to her siblings. 

Not using, not into killing, not into murder, unlike the rest. She also the only one who possessed powers which could not cause destruction. What was the power? Healing.

She could bring back the dead. 

Rosanna, just like her little brother, Lapis, their mother, had waving blonde hair, wavy and long. Right up to her waist. 

She had ruby glowing eyes that had a glow according to her own wish.

She is always seen wearing long, designed dresses. These dresses are explained as “Hard to run in” or “Difficult for spy duties” but nonetheless, she has never led her boss down.

Rosanna, since her few months of working had her eye on a boy. That boy was specifically was, Ivan. Ivan Floyen.

An Agriche with a Floyen? Heard the impossible! Thought of it was uneasy and anxious for little Rosanna but she ought to do her best.

To her demise, Ivan Floyen had been together with another girl. This broke her heart more than anything. But she could have no choice but to face the utterly bitter truth.

Rosanna had no chance, from any point. She was worthless although anyway. A spy with no powers beside healing? She could she even do? Depend on her human strength? That’s stupid. 

She wished she could do something. She wanted to show she was not weak. Not a favorite child. She was much more. But there was nothing to do.

She would tear up in random situations, a flight not a fight, just helpless.

She watched the two, spending time together, hugging, kissing, enjoying companies of the other. 

She was helpless. All she could do was run into her brother’s arms and cry.

"I wish I was... her"