A/N: Heya. Realised I haven't updated this in three months...? Wow, golly.
Well, that is mostly because I got caught up in plotbunnies and...other things.
I apologize if this is quite short, but I had to advance this somehow, after a long time.
His first case is far from being over...
Case 01, part two: Tainted Paws
Asgore's Home, somewhere in the afternoon...
The mighty Don of the Underground, as he named himself, was pacing back and forth smoking a Havana cigar, the scent of smoke filling the room as his men and Papyrus were bringing out several strategies to take the jaguar and the FPE down. But on Asgore's mind, there was something else plaguing him, it was the fact that he had to take back Toriel from the jaguar's protection - the faster he got his paws on that traitorous goat, the better - and he didn't even hear when Papyrus called him out.
"DON ASGORE? BOSS, ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO US?"
"What is it, Papyrus..." the large goat monster bit his cigar in frustration as he glanced at the large map of the Underground that his men laid in front of him."I was considering how we're going to catch that...that traitorous Toriel."
"AH, IT'S SIMPLE, BOSS. WE'RE GOING TO FORCE THE JAGUAR TO ABANDON HER, AND WHILE WE'RE AT IT, WE'LL BRING HER TO YOU." Papyrus grinned as he rubbed his bony hands in anticipation.
"Make sure that this time..." Don Asgore looked at him with intent eyes, "you don't fail. Bring her to me, alive! She's of no use to me dead."
"heya, boss." Sans walked in as he saw the male goat monster inches close from his brother, "am i interrupting somethin'?"
"No, Sans." Don Asgore resumed smoking his cigar, "Your brother just had the idea of kidnapping Toriel."
" 'ain't gonna work, the jaguar is too determined to stop us. meanwhile, signora muffet just made her move in the ruins. one of her whimsuns tried to make grillbz their informant, he's lucky i didn't make him a ghost."
"I hope you and your brother come up with something. I am tired to see you making failures after failures! Bring me Toriel and make the jaguar's life a hell!" Don Asgore summoned a fireball that properly burned one of the paintings in which he and Toriel formed once a couple.
"NO WORRIES, BOSS. HE WILL BE FORCED TO YIELD, YOU'LL SEE..." Papyrus nodded strongly as he tugged on his fedora.
In Waterfall, afternoon...
The two skeleton brothers immediately went to their black Cadillac, Papyrus being the one to drive as he was taller than Sans and able to see the road better, while Sans lazily stood on the front seat smoking a cigar himself. One thought was going through the smaller henchman's skull, i can't believe that jaguar asshole thinks himself superior than don asgore. i'll kill him when i find him, but he couldn't finish that thought because their Cadillac crashed into a red car.
"DAMNIT, STUPID MONSTER! LOOK WHERE THE HECK YOU DRIVE!" Papyrus yelled at the Madjick who raised an eyebrow in suspicion.
"e-eh...what my brother means is we're sorry for the accident." Sans sheepishly excused his brother, while tugging on the latter's coat with fury, "what the fuck have i told you about being nice to them? they're civilians, and if one figures who we are, they're going to call the police. do you really want the jaguar on your bones right now?"
"N-NO." the tall skeleton gangster replied.
"good. his house isn't too far from here, just one block away, we're gonna bug it and ransack it, so he is forced to leave the hospital. maybe we can find some info he has on us or even on muffet's gang."
The two skeleton brothers walked down the street, but were also wary of any monsters, as an officer immediately came to the accident scene and interrogated the Madjick. The wizard-like monster told him that two skeleton monsters descended from the Cadillac, and while one was quite rude, the other seemed to be polite - and the hedgehog police officer let Madjick know that he will be repaid for the damage caused to his car.
Meanwhile, Sans and Papyrus were looking for a way inside Shamir's house, when Sans noticed that one of the windows was opened as they were in the back. what an idiot..., Sans thought as he sneaked inside the house and opened the door for his brother, is he usually leaving his window open? tsk, guess he didn't have to face us before...
He then closed the door behind them, taking a moment to look where they were, while Papyrus huffed in agitation as he knocked over a few plates that were laying on a buffet. Sans shook his skull in disapproval as he started looking in the first drawer he spotted, hoping he would find something of interest, when he saw only forks, knives and spoons before his eyesockets.
"just cutlery. we must be in his damn kitchen." the small gangster skeleton said as he tugged on his hat. "let's see what else we can find, before someone hears us."
"OKAY, BROTHER, I WILL GO SEARCH IN THE NEXT ROOM." Papyrus nodded to his brother as he stealthily moved to the large living room, noticing a big red couch, a fireplace and various paintings.
The tall skeleton stopped in front of one, that represented Shamir and Toriel, and scratched his skull in puzzlement, before calling Sans to see what he discovered —to his shock, his brother just shrugged, only cast a glance at the painting — as he knew first-hand that the jaguar was the traitor goat's son, but feigned ignorance in front of Papyrus. you naive brother, if you knew what i know, you'd be shocked, Sans thought as he said nothing more than a few words and urged his brother to continue.
"EH, WHATEVER YOU SAY. I STILL FELT IT WAS IMPORTANT TO KNOW." Papyrus looked at his brother with curiosity as he noticed a few papers sticking out of a book. "THIS LOOKS INTERESTING..."
Dossier 43-1930, "Subject: ASGORE"
Recent information shows that Don Asgore's moves are countered effectively by Muffet's spies, out of which we identified a Whimsun, a Shyren and the seahorse Aaron — I still have no idea how the fuck the latter managed to become one of Muffet's informants - given his previous history.
Also, documentation in here is enough to nail Sans, one of Asgore's hitmen. It is known that the skeleton had a hand in dealing weed and other drugs, such as heroin, which is toxic for most monsters in the Underground — I suspect he has connections with one of the human mafia cartels (is that the right word)...
Sans is also a potential double agent, as I have caught a tape that describes every move Asgore did so far, and how Muffet actually pays him more than the ol' goat himself. I don't believe anyone in Don Asgore's cartel suspects any of his traitorous actions, but if his brother found out, he would certainly be the first to tell Asgore.
I haven't heard anything about Gaster just yet...
A part of Papyrus wanted to make things right, yet another felt like his brother was willing to betray him if something else happened. He secretly noted down the last paragraph, and placed the paper in one of the secret pockets of his coat, while looking at his brother, who was busy bugging the entire place out. It seemed like their plan to stay less was already going down the drain, for Papyrus was busy looking into the dossier to see just what evidence Shamir had on his brother, only to be interrupted by a gunshot that rang somewhere from upstairs.
"BROTHER...?" Papyrus called out as he took out a small handgun from his secret holster and started walking up the stairs, "BROTHER, ARE YOU —"
" 'm fine pap. just busting out an old chest that has Don Asgore's initials, nothin' to worry about."
"EH? WHY FOR? AREN'T WE SUPPOSED TO LEAVE LIKE, RIGHT NOW? BEFORE WE GET CAUGHT...?"
ya naive brother..., Sans smirked towards his brother as he put back his handgun, "i've already bugged the place up, now all that's left is ransacking this place. found anything useful?"
YES, I FOUND JUST HOW MUCH OF A TRAITOR YOU ARE, Papyrus thought for a moment as he blinked and shook his head in disapproval. "NO, NOTHING USEFUL. BUT WE COULD START A FIRE, JUST IN CASE."
"good call. i'm going to rig the toaster to blow, and then you just run so a random stranger can see ya and alert the cops. well..."
"time to blow stuff up!"
At "St. Wallace" Hospital, late afternoon...
Shamir was pacing up and down the large corridor, as he waited for something — anything — that could give this case a new lead. He was already worrying for his mother, who stood in ward nine, not to mention Astelle and Frisk. The feline detective was already taking a second bad night in tow, but since he couldn't smoke at all in the hospital, he decided to ease his ever-growing tension by giving Astelle a call from a payphone that was just across his mother's ward. Shamir let a small thought slip by, I'm lucky this is close..., as he started dialing the number to the safehouse and let the phone ring for a few moments.
At the other end, Astelle's familiar voice rang, though she sounded a little — panicked — perhaps? Or so Shamir thought, the first time he heard her.
"Sir..." Astelle said, catching her breath, "I...I don't know what happened."
"What do you mean, Astelle?" Shamir asked.
"The child. The child is gone." the female deer replied at the other end.
"Can't be gone, they cannot—" the jaguar retorted, squinting his eyes. "Have you searched everywhere?"
"Yes, sir—" Astelle's explanation was cut off by a slight giggle coming from above her. "Oh, you naughty, naughty little child!"
"I told you," Shamir let out a small laugh, "they were just playing around. Please, keep watch for their safety."
"Of course, sir," the female deer said, also laughing.
Shamir then placed back the phone's receiver in its fork, as his ears suddenly caught up a slight beeping coming from his mother's ward. What the— he was about to think, when he saw a figure he knew all too well, standing next to Toriel's supply of oxigen as a malevolent grin spread all over his face.
"So...we meet one another again, aren't we?" the jaguar folded his arms as he stood in the doorframe.
"Let's just say..." the mysterious figure spoke as it drew a little closer to light, "Muffet knows you're after her, and Don Asgore as well. So, I'm here to make a deal you can't refuse."
"I don't deal with—" Shamir narrowed his eyes, but he noticed that the figure immediately took off Toriel's mask, forcing the apparatuses to beep quite loudly. "You leave her out of this!"
"I'll put this back," the voice said, "but if you refuse, she will die. I don't think you want that."
You bastard..., was all Shamir could think as he let out a frustrated huff, and realizing how dangerous this bargain was — especially because his mother's life was on the line — he closed his eyes and said, "Fine. I'm listening."
"So," the dragon-like monster before him — as Shamir could see in the faint light — spoke, "You have to turn in whatever information you have on the Clam family. They are traitors of the worst kind, and Signora Muffet wouldn't allow them to escape so easily."
Bastards, bastards of all kinds, the jaguar's thoughts rebelled against the deal, but he eventually muttered a low "Yes, I'll do it", and just as he appeared, the dragon-like monster disappeared, leaving Shamir boil in sheer fury as he was now, unwillingly, working for Muffet. Damn you all to hell, Muffet, you're no better than Don Asgore...
But I'm willing to march into Hell itself just to see her safe...