Hi this is Deadross12! I am making a story on a forced date with Dieter von Schwesterkrank; he is from the 14th game, Danger By Design. I will inform you that this date will take place after Nancy solves the mystery the American designer, Minette.
Just so you know I love these two charters together, if this was a pairing. Dieter used to love Minette, but I hate her guts! I played the game and loved it! Heather was pretty cool, and it surprised me that a person like her has a crush on Dieter, but hey this is a pretty small world. And I find her crush pretty cute! So I hope you enjoy this fic!
Deiter von Schwesterkank; was the over worked photographer of the French fashion world, and the ex- boyfriend of the once most famous American designer, Minette. After her arrest, many things have changed. Heather has taken Minette's place at the fashion industry, Jean Michel has finally taken break from talking smack about other people and has taken a vacation in the Caribbean, J J Ling retired as a fitting model and has become a dessert chief at Cafe Kiki's, and he has also found his pet Boa Constrictor, Rodrick. But the one thing that he hated the most was that people started asking him the kind of questions that news reporters ask when they ask questions to people of politics, frantic questions but they came by the dozens every minute! He hated it more than any thing! But now that it has been at least six months since Drew found out the Mysterious case of Minette, he was more then happy to find out that these questions and people waiting for answers outside his apartment, would soon be over.
It was already 19:55 at night, so he was ready to pack up and call it a day. He finished his work of photographing stuff with Hugo Butterly, such an anyoing man! He also finished his walk in the park and desided that he would rather walk from the park instead of riding the Metro, to him he had gotten more time to think to himself, and he knew that most of his question crowds in the Metro anyway. He was thinking of the great times he and Minette had together when they were dating, the great times he spent with the one he loved, the smart woman that he once shared feelings for. He remembered her magnificent blue eyes, her talent of drawing, and many other things that he just loved about her, it just made him even more of a reason to stay away from other woman, a safe distance. No other women , and that was final, mandatory.
He made it to his apartment, he was just down right tired. So he made it up the stairs without any difficulty and thought of nothing else but his bed. ' Man, I'm beat, this day sucked! I should just go to bed right now, but I have to check on my telephone, just to erase the phone messages and put back my camera.' He thought. It was such a pain to be in his shoes! Going every where, place to place to place, seeing designer after designer after Designer, and even more woman falling for his charms, now instead of them coming one by one they come by the buckets. It just like he did something wrong to good person, and now he's paying for it, now for once in his life, he was starting to hate his great Uncle and Noisette.
He made it to the top of the stairs, and saw that his phone only had two message. That was good, the less messages the more important they are. " Well that's good. Mind as well just listen." He said to himself, as he pressed the button that let him hear his messages. " You have 2 messages" Said the message It prosecced with the messages. "(Beep) Hello Dieter von Schwesterkank. It us, from Glam Glam. We are very proud to have you as ONE of our trustworthy photographers, and we are also happy to say that You will be working with one of our fashion designers, it will not be known yet who will take the honer of working with you yet, but you must be at the fashion industry building at 14:30. Please, it will be important for our company, so please take our word and be their sharp! Thank you"
Well, that one at least was important. Ever since Minette's cover was blown, people wanted more out of the fashion world, and he was also depressed at the fact that no one else that is a photographer, other than himself took their job seriously after that. He didn't care who that person was he had to meet tomorrow, but as long as it paid his bills, he was more than happy to. He pressed the button to get to the other message, please let this be important!
" (Beep) Hello Mr. von Schwesterkank." The message started, he was surprised at how silk like the message's voice was. It almost felt like the woman's voice was right in front of him. " If you want to know what happened to your work, you might as well set your alarm to 5:30 and go to where it was before. Otherwise, you can pretty much cancel your meeting and then your carrier." It was shocking but still he didn't know why he was still listening to this strange voice mail, maybe he wanted to know where this was going, or he just couldn't get over how lovely and sweet the person's voice was. " Oh, and if you tell anyone about this, even the police, you can kiss your cameras and films good bye. And just be thank full you just have to talk to your designer before you actually do any work." The message ended, and now he was even more confessed. Why was that person talking to him like that, and with such an amazing voice. Now he felt hated, but he was sure that this was some joke that someone made, and some woman trying to get her minute of fame or her shot at getting modeling carrier. Either way best get on with life and get to his office, and put his camera back to where it belonged with the others.
He reached the door to his studio, turned the nob and turned on the lights. But when he could see perfectly in the blinding light, his eyes widened, and his mouth almost hit the floor. His guitar, his toy,his film slides, his camera lights, camera extensions, and every thing else that was important to his carrier, and his life was gone! Every thing, but his couch, tables, his fish tank, book cabinet, and his desk were all that were left. His keys fell to the ground, he was almost ready to kill something! But then he remembered that he had equipment in his bath room. He ran to it, opened the door and turned on the red lights, and saw that every thing else except the the stuff that wasn't involved with his work, was also gone.
He just looked around at what he had left of his apartment, nothing but his desks, and the things that just supported his work, but were things that could help anyone were gone from his normal scattered work area. He was now understanding what the message r was telling him was true. But he noticed one huge flaw that every crime scene had, an open window, or something moved or something broken. But all found was untouched space, as if his stuff wasn't there from the beginning, and worst of all his window wasn't open. This person meant what she said seriously, so what ever this woman said might as well take it like gold, and fallow it, so no police tonight.
" And I thought my life was suckish enough." He said while sceraching his head.
