Station 26, police agency, Al sat across from the captain, sitting, waiting for him to look up from the case report he had written just a day before. A scrawl rested on the captain's face, his eyes traced the words, his finger tapped on the very edge of his desk.
Tap tap tap, his annoyance rang through the air, then silence.1,2,3, slam.
Al instinctively jumped back a bit in his chair, he began to figit and squirm once noticing what on the paper he was pointing at.
“These are serious accusations just to be handing out Al! Not only that, but you are pegging 43 missing person cases on some children's show hosts. Do you ever hear this? You are lacking a severe amount of evidence!”
Al uncoiled himself slowly, scooting to the very edge of the chair, then pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose.
“Well, sir, I do know the severity of accusing them of being doplgangers and the consequences of being wrong, but I'm not! And if you just keep reading-”
Al scooted the paper back over with a single finger, stretching himself to the point of almost falling out of his chair.
“I've read enough to know you went to school for journalism and not the law.”
“They never blink!-”
Al blurted out, throwing up his arm, then soon falling out of the chair and straight onto the ground, his head colliding with a small trash can. With one quick groan of ow, he was up to his feet, flailing his arms about, trying to explain himself.
“They never blink! Have you noticed that? Nor do they have explainable effects in their show, an-and their teeth are those of pranaas and-and–”
A slam on the desk cut off Al,
“Quiet! Due to budget cuts, there are going to be layoffs. YOU, due to your history here, are on the chopping block. Perhaps if you solve something like an accale case this week, I'll reconsider.”
“But sir-”
Al stamered.
“You are dismissed.”
Caption said with a serious tone. Al grumbled, walking out of the office and back to his desk, his desk was filled with paper and books scattered about like a toddler's room after playtime. He had taken to placing a board on the top of an open drawer for clear space to write. The drawers were equally as full with old case files, all had one thing in common: all had the suspicion of supernatural, and not enough evidence to convict.\
He always insisted they could be solved by the self-proclaimed “best doplganger case solver against peson”; it even said so on his name plate that his coworkers had given him. in was a very respected job that he loved to talk about, thats why they put his desk in the privacy of the corner next to the broken elevator, aawya fron every one to better protect the files.
While doplgangers and minics were rare, they did happen, and what better detective to solve them than Detective AL?
Weather al was his first or last name was a mystery; whether they actually had a first and a last name was an even bigger one.
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detective AL
Action(Concept for story if this story gets popular ill write the actual one) detective Al specializes in cases involving Doppelgangers and mimics, it's after 43 missing cases. he believes he has finally found who did it.
