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It all started with how all grisly murders start, with a death. The Eevee in question was letting loose the most desperate bloodcurdling screams one could imagine, fruitlessly however. As the figure simply approached, silent, menacing. It was hooded, but its build was stocky, a hulking figure that loomed leagues above the Eevee. The cloak it wore was thick and baggy, obscuring even the immense figures' mighty bearing. The creature had grasped the now sobbing Eevee by the throat, the sobs sputtering out into choked gasps. It exhaled its final breath, the figure twisted the large gloved palms that were almost as big as the entire Eevee's body...

Crack.

It was a standard day for the Lucario, a standard build, though a bit scarred. The Lucario looked themself over in the mirror, nodding approvingly, their posture was a little slouched, though their eyes had an uncanny sharpness. Like he was studying every crevice around himself. He had a sort of canny, knowing disposition, Popping the fedora from being inside out, the brown and bland banded hat was old, sagging as though it had been used thoroughly for years. Chuckling to himself, he stuffed it back on his head, sliding into the sleeves of a long, similarly brown trenchcoat. Pulling out some old coupons for a now out-of-business establishment, tossing them into his overly filled trashbin that lies at the side of his old weathered wooden desk. Hopping bodily into his similarly ancient and well-used spinning chair, landing and spinning to face his window lined with soot, staring at the dull grey sky, embers occasionally dancing through the air. He looked out on the smog-filled and decaying city from his office, sighing as he opened a filing cabinet. Pulling a large bottle of Scotch, pouring a glass of the amber liquid, and sipping it. Moody preponderance filled the Detective's brain as he just stared. Business was slow, this was good, not for him perhaps. But certainly for the well-being of the city he found himself in.

He wondered why anyone ever came to this shithole, Stark Mountain, even now he could see plumes of lava in the distance. The heat and geothermal activity gave it a booming industry, similarly the mining prospects were great... But the damnable smog, filling the air, choking the lungs of the residents... What he'd give to-

Knock knock knock.

His thoughts were interrupted by the loud banging on his office, he sighed, spinning in his chair and stashing his bottle of scotch away. Professional appearances after all. He called out gruffly, his voice was a bit scratchy, as though his vocal cords had lay unused for some time...

"Come in..!" And so they did, he knew why they were here, who wouldn't? Private Eye, distressed looking 'Mon... They needed something investigated, and if his eye was good, which it was. Certainly nothing nice or pleasant...

"Please, please! My son, he's been missing for days, the Police refuse to investigate further, calling it a loose end after a few days, and won't respond, I'll give you anything, anything at-" The incensed Sylveon was cut off by the Lucario, shaking his head.

"Stop stop, don't worry. I can promise you I'll do my best to look into it, I don't want to rob you blind, but I only need about 100 Poke, I usually get funding elsewhere, but that's just to keep the lights on. Give me details." He grunted out, studying them keenly, the police stopping after only a few days. That was already suspicious, and further still the lack of response they had... He could smell the foul play from a mile away. For now, he needed them calm enough to give details, a hysterical fairy would not do to give useful information.

They stammered something out, but it was clear they were still emotional and agitated, so he decided to try his best to soothe them, he was never much good though... "Look, just take a few deep breaths, slow it down. I'm Lupitas, private eye as I'm sure you know. Give me your name." He stated calmly, like trying to soothe a cornered animal, slowly taking an empty Dossier out so he could file this case and get started.

Her response was shaky, but it was clear enough to understand now. "L-Leria, Leria, sir. My son's an Eevee still, his name is Calem. He's about 16, went out with his friends for a party, but he never returned..." She said, beginning to quiver, as though holding back sobs.

The now-named Lupitas nodded, sighing as he looked up, his eyes veiled by the fedora. Missing Person cases like this were always tragic, he needed to know more about what route they took to go home... Looking down at them now. Waiting for them to compose themself. "How long have they been missing now, what route does Calem normally take home if you know? And finally, how long did the police end up investigating before quitting? In that order." He commanded, still thinking.

"Right... About a... W-Week.-" They choked out a sob, sniffling, it seemed the wounds on their heart were quite raw. Before continuing anew; "And the route is short, direct. They live a few blocks away, he had his comm orb... But it was disposed of in the grass about a quarter away from our house. The police took it, and investigated about a day or so, before calling it a bust." She finished, looking with wide, dreadfully bleary eyes at the Lucario, she was desperate for answers.

Lupitas turned away from them, he was never as empathetic or good at sensing aura as his kin, but even his distant, cold heart would thaw at the sight of such sheer grief, it stung. He listened intently. And wrote the facts down in his Dossier he made for Calem's Missing Person's case. "...Right, thank you. You may leave, write your comm orb number down for when I contact you, I give you my promise, I'll find out what happened, on my word, and my name, Lupitas I swear it." He pledged solemnly, meeting their gaze.

Leria nodded firmly, looking more resolute in the face of the detective's courage, resolve bolstered with the knowledge that her son would be found, she hugged him quickly and gratefully, opening the door with a ribbon, and leaving.

Lupitas sighed, leaning back in his chair. It stunk, the case being closed after a day? With a missing teenager, he had a few friends on the force, he knew they'd never stand for that kind of injustice... His first order of business is to see if he can get that comm orb out of evidence, and check the route Calem took if he can get a map from Leria about it.

He was on the case.

I hope you liked that, it's not about Garth or his Village so much as a custom story I made for you based on the genre prompts, it's Detective Fiction, sort of. It follows the Thriller Genre, along with Fantasy, and as you'll soon see, some religion is thrown into the mix.