this ainât no game of clue || subaru & donnie
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âOh sure,â he grumbled to himself, âletâs send Donnie out to get the pizza . Letâs play rock, paper, scissors for it while heâs out of the room and canât defend himself.â He scowled, drawing his hood over his head, brows furrowed in a rather grumpy scowl. Of course, theyâd decided to place the order at a time when itâd already be dark outside, leaving himself scrambling to disguise as many features at once. âUgh, dumb-dumbs. Couldnât they just leave instructions to leave it outside the door like usual?â Or you know, order a little earlier? Like before the sun went down?Â
To make matters worse, he was starting to think his brothers were playing a little joke on him, as it was fast approaching thirty minutes. That meant the pizza would be free if the delivery person didnât get there in, what, fifteen minutes? A wise man once said, forgiveness is divine, but never pay full price for late pizza. Truly, inspiring words of wisdom. He huffed out a sigh and slid his hands into his pockets, glancing around as he rocked on his heels--and thatâs when he noticed someoneâs legs sticking out of an alley.Â
He blinked, confused, and cast one more look around before jogging over. It was probably just some drunkard passed out. But despite his aloof bad boy image, it wasnât like he could just completely turn away from a person who might need help. Carefully, he lowered himself into a squat, a soft pop followed by a whir sounding from his so-called Battle Shell beneath his hoodie. A mechanical arm extended from under the fabric and gently prodded at the body. What? He wasnât going to use his bare hands like an animal. Who knows what kind of germs this person had?
âHey, are you alright? This really isnât a good or comfortable place to sleep. This neighborhood has a really big rat problem,â he called, a small smirk tugging at his lips at his own joke. Still, the person didnât seem to respond. âHello?âÂ
Thatâs when he noticed the metallic tang of blood hanging in the air, and using another mechanical arm from the other side of his shell, examined the unconscious person. Well...at least, he hoped they were unconscious...but sure enough, there was a pretty big bloodstain on the maleâs stomach. He didnât look that much older than Donnie himself.
â....This canât be good.â Heâd only wanted pizza, but now he was going to have to report a murder? Fantastic night so far.















