“Go first, I’ll be right behind you”
“Ah, yes, heights. My newly proclaimed enemy.
This. This thing is sturdy, right? It won’t drop me or anything?
Is. Is the floor moving? No, that’s just my imagination
I feel like jelly right now”
“Oliver?”
“Ah, yes! Right away!”
He slowly gets in the makeshift rope and climbs down
Luckily, he still has the muscle memory to do it
But his nerves catch him at the last second, causing him to land awkwardly and twist his ankle.
“MOTHERFUCKER”
“Mr. Detective are you okay?!”
Everyone is down there and sees him fall. Embarrasing
“Oliver?! Are you hurt?? Did you break it?? Is it infected?? Apply cold and heat and then cold, and should we get something to straight it up?? Can you move it? Wait, no, dont move it. dont touch it, I-”
“I’m okay !!”
“Really! This is just a rare misstep, I swear im a better detective than this, I even got into a competition once!”
“Does it hurt a lot?”
“Less than being stabbed, that’s for sure”
“Don’t say that!!”
“You say that because you didn’t get stabbed, what a loser”
“You can’t sit with us now”
“This is not the time for mean teens!”
“Really, I’m okay, I just twisted it, i think”
“Oh! You’re in luck, Mr. Beebo! Seems like some vehicles are approaching”
“Oh! The bomb squad!”
“Do they have paramedics? And maybe firefighters?”
“I just hope they dont have bombs”
“YOU TWO”
“What’s the story? What’s the drama? What do we agree to put in the article that I’m definitely writing tonight. Also, hand over my book”
“Wha-? You’re writing an article about this?!”
“Well, of course ! it’s a great way to make the rest of the world realize what an absolute bastard this man was!”
“Also, to keep you three out of jail for killing a man”
“Oh… right….”
“Don’t worry! We can all just come up with something! There’s evidence of him arranging the place so we have that, and of course, the whole toolshed.
I took several pictures of all”
“You can say he put bombs and tried to kill several of us”
“C'mon, give it a bit more spice”
“We had a hard fought battle, and when he thought he had us in the ropes, he fell down the window because he forgot it was the second floor”
“Yeah! I’ll add some interesting dialogue”
“Isn’t that… illegal?”
“Not as illegal as repeated murder! You could even say it was some cosmic timeline torture”
“… alright, murder attempt. For all of us”
“Let’s make a group chat to coincide our alibis”
“That’s- I won’t question your methods.
Where is… you know… the body?”
“Oh, it’s just there, in the snow. I think the family is planning on giving him a burial, but not a pretty one”
“They don’t blame you or anything, so you are safe in that area”
“Right . A burial. The body. That’s their choice now. This must be difficult for them. Fuck, it’s difficult for me.
I might have to change my therapist. This might be too much for her
Ah, this is definitely one of the most painful cases I’ve had to go through.
But at least I got more than a hospitalization for severe dehydration and 20 dollars this time”
“Wait, I’m not even getting paid. Man.”
“Alright, let’s go meet the bomb people now”
“Can you stand?”
“It will hurt a little, but I’ll be fine, um, can you give me a hand?”
“Oh, of course”
“Let’s go”
“…Um”
“Well. Well then. Wow, it sure is warm in here for being in the snow”
“Does it hurt like this? It’s still a bit cold, so get closer to me, okay?”
“This man will be the death of me”
“Goodbye”
“Wha- Why are you hiding?”
“The Beebo factory has closed. Please come by tomorrow”
“This is it. This is how I die for real. Heart beat too fast, too many feelings, too much direct contact with man muscles”
“Oh no! My favorite factory!”
“Nooo, when will it open again!”
“Hey! No nuzzling in the factory!”
“Too late! I require my supply of 30 to 40 kisses!”
“You have to pay for those buddy!”
“Nope! I’m a thief! I will steal them right now!”
“Haha, wait, wait! We are going to fall!”
“Ugh”
“I can feel you slowly becoming homophobic”
“Just for these two. They are too grossly in love”
“You are aware that mom will invite them for holidays, right?”
“I will ban the mistletoe. And matching sweaters. And Christmas songs”
“I don’t think we will be able to escape it, honestly”
“This is worse than being stabbed”
“Eh, they’re funny. I found the detective guy’s instagram. Im gonna steal a picture of his cat and say its mine”
“Nice. Tell me if you find Ángel’s account to report it”
“Excuse me, are you the owner of this building?”
“Ah, not quite, but I am a representative of the organization that owns it”
“That’s all right, could you tell me about the suspected bomb?”
“Well, it’s not really suspected…”
The bomb from the second floor explodes
“… It ’s very much co nfirmed.
I think it would be better to stay away from the house”
“… we’ll do a few calls”
“Ah! Also, do you have anything for first aid? And warm clothes?”
“Ah, of course, follow me”
Ángel and Beebo sit in the first aid vehicle, blanket over them, and warm drinks in hand