"Sollux. Forget the theft, we are going to assign to you a new case." Sollux's boss was a grumpy and straightforward blue blood. He owned the entire business, most likely due to backstabbing his competition before the flight to Zanzabar. Luckily, he treated Sollux a bit more nicer than his other employees, probably due to the fact that he never left a case unsolved.
"Thank fuck. What's it this time, boss?" Sollux asked. Upon arriving back to his desk, he had noticed his paperwork had mysteriously disappeared. In the back of the room, an angry sigh could be heard; most likely from the unfortunate troll who had to finish what Sollux had started.
"Well... How do I put this? The Bloody Murderer case..." It was rare to see the Boss this uncertain, but the Bloody Murderer case was very troublesome for the company. At least five detectives had previously been put on the case, and each of them had died a brutal, gory death. Being assigned to it was the equivalent of being assigned a death sentence. Not really something that anyone would want to do.
"Let me guess, you're assigning me the case? Well isn't that fucking fantastic."
"Well, you are one of the best our business has to offer. And we need this to be solved as soon as possible. And don't think I'm letting you do this alone, I'm assigning you a partner."
Sollux sighed. He didn't exactly work well with others. Most of his cases were done by himself, and all of his previous partners refused to work with him again. He had no idea why. Who could possibly resist his charming personality? (Hint: everyone)
"Her name is Pyrope. She is new to our company, but she is very keen to take on our biggest case. Fucking idiot." He muttered the last part under his breath with a smile. It was almost as if he enjoyed the imminent death of his new employees. As long as the Boss didn't have to do anything, he could safely watch everyone else from the shadows, laughing as he did.
"Fine then. Send her in. I would like to speak to her in private, if you don't mind." The Boss left the room with a final chuckle, making a gesture to the door. Then, she entered.
"Hi, I'm Terezi Pyrope! I believe we will be partners on this case?" said the passionate troll. She had a huge grin, showing all of her pointy teeth. She was wearing a feminine suit and tie, but a teal flower in her pocket revealed her blood colour. She was wearing dark shades, with a slight red shade to them. She seemed somewhat familiar, although Sollux couldn't place a finger on it.
"Before we start, is there anything I need to know about you? Personality disorder, compulsive lieing, tendency to accidentally keep stabbing me?" Memories of previous partners met him with a shudder. This Terezi girl seemed alright so far.
"Well, there is one thing. But you musn't tell anyone!" She said, still smiling. Sollux immediately presumed blood colour. But if there was one thing she wasn't going to do, it was making himself reveal his own. That wouldn't happen in a billion sweeps. But Terezi surprised him, taking of her glasses to reveal red where there should have been yellow. She was blind.
Sollux was completely still again. It wasn't from shock, but it was the familliar feeling he got from her. Everything about her just reminded him of someone. The suspence was killing him. "Thankyou for telling me, Terezi, and I promise I will keep it a secret." He said, as she put her glasses back on. "Now if you would please help me, we have a lot of paperwork to do." He said glumly, pulling out a chair. All she did was smile as she sat down, picking up a paper and signing randomly in the middle of the page.
CAEridan stared down at the troll he had pinned beneath him. They were in an alleyway on the far end of town, where no one really went. It was preferable for an interrogation, but it was best not to stay too long.
The troll was most likely a journalist of some sort - Eridan had found her walking up to people and demanding answers about the Bloody Murderer. When handling dangerous subjects, it was best to be discreet. That was her first mistake.
"How long have you been workin' on the story?" Asked Eridan in a polite voice, except his angry face said differently. The troll was obviously scared, and not even trying to look tough in the face of danger.
"Th-three d-ays!" She blurted. Her eyes were clenched shut, trying to prevent tears from forming. Eridan reached into her pocket and pulled out her notebook. He flicked through the pages, which were full of many, many accounts of the Bloody Murderer - some true, some false. He put the notebook into his jacket pocket and turned to face her.
"Tell me the truth." He said firmly. Purple fire danced in his eyes. Her lie was her second mistake.
"T-two weeks." She whimpered. She was very young, about two sweeps younger than Eridan was. Her inexperience was very obvious to him.
Eridan smiled slightly, and pulled a knife out of his pocket. It was stained in blue, green and aqua. It supposedly would've looked pretty if it wasn't troll blood.
"Wh-what are you doing w-with that?" She asked frantically.
"Are you makin' fun of my accent?" Eridan shot back, chuckling a little. She shook her head quick and seriously. At least Eridan could laugh at his own jokes.
The troll had finally started to cry, no matter how hard she was trying not to. This caught Eridan's attention, and he leaned over, wiping an orange-brown tear off her face. Her blood colour was a high felony on Zanzabar.
"Hmm, how about you don't tell anyone my secret, and I won't tell anyone yours?" Eridan suggested. She nodded, gasping for air between sobs.
"But still, I don't know if you'll keep your end of the bargain..." He continued. The troll looked at him with eyes widened in shock. Before she knew what was happening, Eridan jammed her mouth open with his hands, and stuck his knife in her mouth. He counted to three, and sliced through the bottom of her mouth, cutting her tongue out. Orange blood spilled everywhere: over her clothes, over his hands, over the ground. The troll let out a scream, but it was muffled by the large amount of blood filling her mouth.
"Don't you dare even write to anyone what happened. I have my ways of findin' out, and if I hear of anythin', your tongue won't be the only thin' I cut off you." He threw the tongue at the young journalist, and walked out of the alleyway and into the night. She was left there, on the ground, to choke on her own blood.