Mission Tale III: The Recalling Of Detriment

Frisk: There's Someone Outside! And He's On Fire.

"Whew! I'm full!"

"Same here. . ."

"Oo! You want your cheeseburger?"

"Have at it, Hanny." 

"Woop! Thank ya', homegirl!"

It was that one calming day at the D.O.G building, it was like we were having the time of our lives while saving lives all at the same time. Tongue twister, I know, but you get what I mean, right?

It's something about when I'm in the building; I have a sense of full tranquility and composition of my anxiety. I don't feel like I'm gunna die, don't feel like I have to carry a whole 9MM pistol in my pocket when I just want to casually walk down the street. 

As much as I said that I have hated the job before, I was so so wrong. I feel like a completely different person. I feel so much better, hell, you can even say that this job makes me feel happier.

. . To a certain extent. 

The bad things of it is small; just seeing how far a person would go to torture someone, whether it's killing or worse, makes me feel like I was just a rookie criminal compared to all of these psychopaths. Another con is the rules. Why follow rules when we are supposed to catch people who are breaking them already? Complete bullshit if you ask me, improvising has helped me a lot in the long run -- and it even helped me gain a few friends and a whole lover (?) along the way. 

I know what you're thinking; Frisk? What's with the God forsaken question mark near the lover? Me and Chara has both confessed our feelings for one another and we are planning our ACTUAL date right after this whole fiasco is over. I don't want to mess this relationship up. . . the first ever relationship that I have ever had. . you might be wondering; If you haven't been in a relationship, then how do you manage to get around?

Can you guess what I'm relying on? Ding ding ding! Google! . . You didn't guess that, did you? Don't worry, it was dumb of me to even rely on a computer to help me know how to maintain a healthy relationship. . but, hey! Google actually gives some good websites on how to maintain a healthy relationship when you've been in a toxic one!

And to answer what my toxic relationship was; Thieves & Thugs. You see, thugs and thieves share two completely different concepts --  A thief is a person who steals something that belongs to another individual in a stealthy manner without endorsing into violence or force. A thug is a person, usually of a criminal type who associates with violence and force, usually to show their reputation in the streets as a person who others around them doesn't want to fuck with. I was in limbo between the two occupations; I stole without trying to cause any harm to the property I stole. However, I was someone who was lawless, I broke the law plenty of times and tried to mess around and was only violent towards thugs who tried to get in my way.

My relationship with the Thieves was so different though, they were nice to me, and exchanged things in return for another. Knowing me; I never want to let my precious items go, and they made an arrangement; sex in exchange for anything I wanted from them. 

I know, I know. It wasn't the best option to go with, but hey! At least they were good looking compared to the thugs! A few unpleasant nights with unfinished orgasms, painful back pains and Plan B in exchange for a trinket that could be enough to get me new clothes, food and a hotel at once? Why not! I still have all of my shit and more at the end! Problem solved!

Piss Poor Solutions can sometimes lead to unexpected fortunes! . . . at least back then. . . 

"Frisk? You good, homegirl?"

"Oh, yeah! I'm fine!"

In a first time in a while, I can actually admit that I'm doing okay. . . I truly do. . 

And now I have the shits. Shit.

"Ah, I'll be back! Gotta go to the bathroom!"

"Take your time, Frisk. We're getting nowhere anyways," Asriel sighs, stretching in his chair while Hanzo whistles, 

"Oh~ Them muscles!~"

"I will crush your head with them if you keep messing around. ."

"Please do!~ Hell, choke me with them!"

"YOU-"

"Don't. ." Chara holds onto Asriel's wrist, stopping him from knocking the winds out of Hanzo while Hanzo lets out a mischievous giggle. 

"Is the mini homegirl alright?" Hanzo hums, looking over to see Maya laying on the couch that was in our investigation room, "Does she have anywhere to go?"

"Not at the moment. She told me that's she dealing with stuff at home," Replied Chara, making Hanzo frown. 

"Poor baby. If I need to kill a bastard, let me know. I won't hesitate." 

"You haven't killed me yet, though?" Asriel adds, side eyeing him

"You're not a bastard. You're a cutie pie is what you are!~" Hanzo squeals, pulling Asriel in for a hug, 

"Oi! Fuck off, you prat!"

"Eeeee!" 

I laugh, before going away towards the bathroom. I won't add details to what I did in the bathroom because to be very frank. . . you don't need to know. . . I just did the do. . . literally.

'BOOM' 

In the first time ever in my life, I shit myself while I was on the toilet. Even though I was already doing that. . . I quickly cleaned myself off, wiping my ass and cleaning my hands and what-not before rushing outside. 

"Miss Frisk, look! Its someone outside!"

I run over towards Maya's side, looking to see a swarm of police cars on the street, with cops pointing their guns at a man, who's on fire. 

"Hopefully this is just a magic trick. . . third degree burns could hurt. . " Maya shudders, looking over to my left I saw Hanzo with his phone, recording the whole thing while the Dreemurr brothers were huddled in the corner of the room whimpering and holding onto each other for dear life. 

"Everyone, don't panic! We have the man in our custody now!" Asgore storms in, looking around and pausing for a second from seeing his two six foot tall children crying in the corner of the room before he goes over to the middle of the room, "We took the fire out before arresting him on the spot. . "

"I know, I got it on camera." Hanzo hums, giving his phone over to Asgore. He looks up at Hanzo with  confused look, before he played the video that played the man setting himself on fire in the street, blowing up a few cars that were close to the small laundromat across the street from us. 

"So I'm assuming that the man had something to protect himself from the burns, right?" I question. 

"Correct," Asgore nods, "However, the person under the mask is just as surprising as the incident. ." He closes in on the video, the second where they take of the mask making me and Hanzo gasp in awe. 

"ELIJAH?!" 

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>MISSION TALE III: REVAMPED

a.n: AHHHHHHHHHHHHH I reread the old mt 3 and noticed that it is nothing like the remake 😭😭😭 I'm truly sorry about that! 

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