#agentmansley

                 the sentiment to punctuate goes without  saying  :                                                                                          .  .  .  𝓾𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓮   .

‘ why, if it isn’t my favorite interpol agent. did you enjoy your extended holiday? ‘

  Harold Horne had been a man of middle age, clean-cut looks, and impeccable renown within his community. When he was found torn to pieces, the entire neighborhood mourned alongside his wife and daughters. Alas, it also hadn’t been the first tragedy to befall that bright suburb. Less than a year prior, police discovered the body of a young woman, Edith van Dalen, in a state no one wanted to describe.

  As for why Harold’s case had landed on Kent’s desk, the issue was that Harold’s death was not unsolvable due to a lack of evidence (as poor Edith’s had been), but because the evidence at hand rendered it inexplicable.

  Both Harold and his car were found on a quiet dirt road, miles away from his home. The car’s dashboard was stained with blood, the driver’s door hung open, and a bullet hole punctured the roof. The gun itself, unregistered, had fallen to the floor behind the front seat. What had become the crux of the entire investigation, though, was that the jaws of whatever creature had mangled Harold matched no known animal, let alone any local wildlife. Tracks of some kind might’ve helped solve the puzzle, had a downpour not washed them away long before anybody stumbled upon the scene. Reluctantly acknowledging that they’d exhausted all their best efforts with nothing to show for it, the animal services department contacted the B.U.P.

  Now, Kent traveled down that same moonlit stretch of road, toward the site of the attack. But when he arrived, he wasn’t alone. Up ahead stood a small woman, facing away until she finally sensed his presence. For a moment, she only stared, wearing a look of wide-eyed apprehension. Then, her quivering voice broke the silence.

❛     Oh ,   you’re   back .   Fantastic .   Can   I   have   that   allowance   now ?     ❜    She  sure   is   playing   into   the   bit   at   this   point .

     ❝ IT’S NOTHING more than a costume and some      well-placed make-up; I’m shocked you fell for it,      but I suppose that just confirms the fact that I’m a      rather talented actor. ❞

send ⛈️ for a sadness headcanon | MEME .

            DESPITE KILLING HER , young mikey always wanted nothing more than his sister`s approval. the happiest memories of his life are playing with her , back when she used to give him attention — back when BOYS weren`t the only thing on her mind. a lot of the trauma that affected michael after murdering her was losing the only person he wanted to live. 

‘ honestly, you’re taking a silly dream FAR too seriously. ‘ a dream that had come far too close to reality. with great trepidation had he seen to kent, curious as to whether or not he had retained memory of all that had transpired. he had fallen into unconsciousness easily enough, a few murmured words of weak enchantment lulling him back to calm. mandus hadn’t wished to waste power upon him. but if it was required, then he would handle the next outburst properly.

leaning in the doorway to kent’s bedroom, of course having let himself into his apartment, he shook his head with a snort.

‘ the more you dwell on what was just a drunken nightmare, the more it’ll bother you. let it go. you and i both know you had far too much to drink, so what else could it have been? ‘

let it go. think of it as nothing. forget the dream that had seemed so eerily real and step back into his playing field.

 Kent is not the man the professor expects to see when he’s told that an agent would arrive at the lab for investigation. Seeing him here provokes more questions that almost seem more pressing than the situation at hand, but Sam dismisses them, stepping aside so the man can enter. 

“Ah, Kent---or I should say, Agent Mansley,” he says, feeling the need to somehow apologize that he had to come over to do his job, “sorry we’re meeting again under these situations. I’m not sure what else to say besides... well, Team Rocket. Again.” A tired sigh leaves him. He seems less himself than usual; less pep, and smile. He’s already turning away to walk down the hallway where the crime occurred.