#mobster tale

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‘No no no. Not now.’ Flicking his wrist he gestured his butler to move aside, the mute man carefully doing just that as he returned the proffered note to the inside of his jacket. Nodding solemnly he followed his master down the winding staircase, their feet echoing on the Venetian marble.  

‘And get Lorenzo on the phone for me will you? The bastard hasn’t reported and I SWEAR I’ll have his head if he..’ 

‘He can’t, papa.’ A voice halted him in his tracks, his butler needing to make a slippery stop as his worn soles did little to keep him from sliding over the polished to perfection floor. 

‘Hmm?’ The grumpy man turned to the tall, skinny man who had appeared from a door on the floor they had just reached. His facial features much resembled the older man. Though his eyes held the fierceness of his mother. 

‘He’s dead, papa. Got the news yesterday. Big mess, big big mess. Got the Chaparis involved as well. The daughter. Ugh. ‘Tis gonna be a hassle to get that cleaned up.’ 

‘Why do I only hear of thi..?’ 

*TTRRRINNGGG* 

‘GET THAT!’ He barked at the butler, before offering his son a disbelieving glower. ‘..this now? Why do I hear of this now? Am I not the master of this house, hmm?! HMM?!’ 

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Day 3 of Frans week “AU”

WHOA EVERYBODY HOLD YOUR PANTS, I just updated this thing again.

This time with one of my guilty pleasure aus, prohibition era tale. Also a very sound excuse to draw some more Big Sans. Yes, more Big Sans.

starter for @angry-cole-phelps-badge-1247

*To maintain one empire, one needs two things. Money and the right friends. With that you can rule the town for as long as you live, but that part is the hard one. Once you’re inside this life the chances that you end it earlier than you want it to end is high, no matter how much money you made or the people you pay. The humans made the song and the monsters just danced to the rythm.

That was the first time Mettaton ever stepped on L.A. Even though the robot enjoyed the place, it was not home. It was just a business trip that time, tying some loose ends before coming back.*

mobster au starter for @bxnetrousle

*The hotel was full, people were spending rivers of cash on drinks and the rigged slot machines. On the center of the place, a small stage with two women poledancing to entretain some big gamers, and distract them for long enough.

roleplay with @the-doctor-gaster. Continuation from here

*Mettaton could not help themself but to feel flattered to be selected by the Don himself to come for a meeting, but part of them was worried for the reason of that. It’s not usual for the Don to call Mettaton for his house. The Glamour family was a busy family and Mettaton knew Asgore was not fond of some of their jobs. Although if the Don wanted Mettaton dead, that would already have happened. Asgore power and influence were too big.*

-Yes darling. The show busines never stops. -*said Mettaton blinking one eye towards Asgore.* -Although it can be halt by a lucrative deal.

*Asgore quickly changed his gentle smile to a more serious countenance.*

@murdererchara liked this for a starter

*The limo was waiting on the entrace of the restaurant with one man taking a smoke. The streets were calm and quiet, only a few people walked on the sidewalks, going to their homes after a hard day of labor, and some were starting their works now.

In less than one second, the silence of the night was broken by gunshots that echoed through blokcs and blocks. The bullets were flying through the air aiming at Mettaton who took cover on the back of a box, while all their bodyguards were gunned down with ease.*

-I need to hire better bodyguards. -*said Mettaton to theirsel before pulling a magnum revolver from their wraist.

The bullets flew for almost a whole minute, until they stopped to recharge. But the agressors never managed to put the other magazine back. Mettaton quickly shot the two humans who were firing at them.*

-Well. That was easy than I expected. -*said Mettaton cleaning their clothes.* -Now I just need to.

*The night was beautiful on that day. Stars shining and the moon smiling to all the living who were lucky enough to see them, almost like the night promises a happy and calm closure for the day. But on days like these, calm is not something common for most of the monsters.*

-Mettaton we can’t be here. This is LOVE turf. Toriel can turn us to shred. -*yelled the driver, sweating cold as they try to focus on the street*

-Don’t worry about Toriel darling. But we do need to worry about something else. -*said Mettaton in a calm voice

Mettaton look outside the window, seeing one dead man on the side o the street, with blue bones empaling him.*

-We’re here. Stop the limo. -*said Mettaton as they open the window.* -I guess he must be around.