"Bought you a sewing kit."
"What for?"
"For you to sew your balls back on."
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Frisk.
Young
Smart
And fast
a calm before a storm.
She works as hitman and qualified as a professional at her work.
Used to be enrolled in...
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"How did you do it?" The cop ask her for the millionth time.
"I didn't do anything." frisk slams the metal table with her wrist handcuffed making a loud bam. The cops sat back feeling tired from the long day of interrogation..its tiring They knock on her door in the morning and suddenly arrested her for convicted murder of albert sean garrison a fucking joke.
"If you didn't do nothin, then Why is your fingerprints all over his dead body and your bullet hole is still fresh and very likely for possible out come in that crime scene?, if you co-operate things might go easier for you in prison." The cop gritted his teeth
"I didn't do any goddamn shit. I came to his bar late at night with a fresh wound cause someone fucking shot me with a gun and when i came back he's on the floor with blood coming out of his damn head." Frisk felt a heavy sensation inside her throat trying to hold back all of the mixed emotion running inside of her
"Then why is your fingerprints is all over him!?" Now it's his turn to slam his hands on the table
"I was checking his fucking pulse!"
Now that she lost her friend she's going be locked up of something she didn't do Maybe it's the karma she deserved for all those sins crawling on her back She succumbed to the darkness so badly that she became blind
The cop just let out a heavy breath feeling uneasy about this whole situation "You're still charged with prison time for a second degree murder for not calling us sooner, even if you didn't kill him you didn't try to save him neither." He exclaimed
"I just arrived at the scene!"
"And do you have any evidence to support your statement?!"
"You gotta be fucking shitting me."
"I wish." Both are slamming on the table debating Frisk felt her anger rose up and her face is getting red Her voice has run out but her rage didn't stop her
"Besides Why the fuck would i call you people when his lifeless body were already cold. You and your stupid departments didn't even do patrol or catch rapist and murderers around the town. all you guys do is eat, sleep and swallow every fucking cents the mafia gave you. You and your stuck up uniform and your golden medals won't conceal how sick of a people you all are Tell me...what if your daughter knows that daddy didn't do his job properly as long as he got some coins to fill up the plate huh?"
those hateful tone and choice of word would really put anybody on edge...there's no hesitation.. She put it out blunt as it can be.. Letting out the emotions left inside the now empty worn shell.
"Alright im fucking done with your shits, in you go" He grab her handcuffs pulling her. he have to drag her along the way on the cold cement floor cause frisk didn't move an inch. Feeling the friction of the cement rubbing against her skin too tired to even walk, being trapped in that high temperature room for almost 48 hours without food and drink could drained anybody's energy And she has been talking back for hours and hours She never argued or let out words so much and it leave her into a complete silence now
