»»Mystery office ««

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Set lore? Set lore.

for those that don’t understand I design exclusive profile frames and chat bubbles for amino (not the in store ones) and I’ve decided to turn the frame designs into people. Into my own characters with stories and backgrounds

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“Hello. Take a seat this must be very difficult to understand here”

You are greeted by a strange man walking to the desk in front of you. The desk littered with papers, weird symbols that look like chicken scratch. You don’t have time to really read his messy handwriting but you do catch the stare he gives you with the hint of venom.

His hair messy but parted and coloured In a black and white contrast. He looks young but at the same time as if he lived a thousand lifetimes and his face has the scars to prove it. Two slices with uneven stitching at the corners of his mouth are haunting but you pretend they don’t bother you as you look up into his eyes. Dark circles make you ask yourself if he has the same issue as you do with sleeping these past months yet you don’t feel like playful conversation fits with the tone right now.

“Yes, sorry uh..”

His eyes stay latched on yours as he narrows them a little with a tsk. He finally sits down in his chair that lets out a painful squeak.

“Detective. Detective Basil.” He doesn’t wait to finish the introduction and instead looks behind him to guide your attention to the board behind him. You didn’t pay attention to it before but the red strings connect hundreds of photos, strange ones with blurry and distorted colors. None of them seem to paint a real picture of what you should be imagining. It’s as if you weren’t wearing any glasses or you had a bit too much to drink. You decide to ask without sounding too stupid.

“Detective Basil. I’m sorry but I don’t understand… these photos are impossible to comprehend. I didn’t even know what you brought me here for. I didn’t do anything wrong?”

He sighs and shakes his head making his hair cover his eyes but he doesn’t seem to mind. He picks up one of the symbol drawings on the desk and pushes it in your direction. From this angle it now looks like the letter “A” but in a strange font. You crease your brow at the drawing in ink and give a small shrug.

“the letter A? What on earth is that meant to mean? Last time i checked this is not Sesame Street, Detective”

You let the playfulness out finally with a chuckle hoping to ease the building tension but it remains like puddles after a storm. You take another look at the letter but you still don’t understand. The detective ignores it and continues.

“I will tell you something here, I don’t work for the cops that’s for sure. I’m a detective in the field of paranormal research. I’m looking for someone who can help me and I was told to you. My sources say you are a hard worker but I am starting to think that perhaps they were wrong”

The tone he has wasn’t welcoming before but even more so now. You give a little shrug again and push back on your chair to relax your posture. You don’t appreciate at all the way he spoke to you, how dare he say you aren’t a hard worker? As if he knows anything about you at all.

“A paranormal investigator are we? Ghosts? Vampires? What have you got then because it looks like you can’t take a good photo of any of these things. You must have smudged the lens, Sir”

You snap back at him. Laughing a little to yourself as you look around the room again at all the scrunched up balls of paper and assorted office supplies. The room looks outdated. As if you stepped into a time capsule from decades ago.

“I’m serious here. Ghosts haven’t been caught yet but I feel as if there will be on the horizon. Who knows with these things. They spawn god knows what. I know you are taking this all as a big joke but these.. these events. These events are not to be laughed at”

The pause between his final sentence intrigues you so you decide to dig around. You study his face and ponder. He doesn’t seem like he is crazy, he looks it but he presents himself well as he speaks.

“Events? Paranormal events?”

“Yes. These events.. they have been happening for months. It all started back last year. They come in waves, they attack systemically. At first it started with one but.. sometimes it raises to up to 5. Thousands get taken and never recover. The attacks these … these Entities.. they are serious”

He puts his palms on the desk as he stands up fast. His back straight as he clenches the papers in his hands. The room falls quiet apart from the small metal desk fan hum.

“Now, rookie. I call this room the Mystery office. The place where the unknown is discovered. The place where the unthinkable is told. Are you going to help me or what?”

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