"Art is creation, not imitation." A skeleton in an apron walked up to Error and glared at him, but Error didn't recoil instead the darker skeleton snickered in response.

"ArT? ThIs Is HiLaRiOuS cOmInG fRoM a MaId. Oh, Or DiD LUsT sAy ThAt, InK?" Before the two could get into a heated argument, someone stopped them.

"That's enough, Ink. I'm exhausted from today's rehearsal. Perhaps you'd be willing to accompany me upstairs for a late afternoon tea." A skeleton with dark purple eye lights, in costume, broke the tension that hung in the air. Horror knew instantly that this person was the other protagonist of the discussion - Nightmare.

He couldn't deny it but, Nightmare was beautiful. The energy that radiated from the understudy was different from Lust. Unlike Lust, Nightmare let off a tinge of sorrow and calmness. Graced on Nightmare's face was a small frown, "Also, it's the director who decides who gets to stand in the center of this stage, not destiny."

With that, Nightmare glanced purposefully towards the other side too look at the spider monster with a bottle of perfume in her many hands, who Horror noticed hadn't spoken until then.

"Get changed and have a good rest, Nightmare. You don't smell like the leading actress at all right now." The spider clapped her hands, " Everyone else should get home as well. The performances are about to begin and we don't want any more episodes." The monster didn't seem to care about Nightmare's hostile glare, and instead dispersed the miserable gathering as if she were the one in charge.

Before Horror could ask Killer who this lady was, his friend was already on it, "That's the stylist. We all call her the Fragrance Queen," Killer lowered his voice to a minimum. "For one, her sense of smell is particularly strong. But more importantly, she's the director's confidant. She met X even before Chara. She's the true queen of this theatre." Horror could see that Killer was clearly afraid of this monster, just by the tone in his voice. He watched as the other members listened to her and left the lobby in groups.

It seemed like Horror learned nothing (much) from this round of investigation. Just when Horror was about to leave, a short skeleton stopped him.

"Excuse me, I heard from Blueberry that you have one of the scarves I made?" Ah, He must be Golden shears. Horror took out the scarf and handed it over to the kimono-wearing monster.

"I'm sorry, but it didn't give me the honor of meeting Lust." The tailor hummed in response before they started to stare intensely at the scarf. After a few moments, Horror noticed a surprised expression on Shears's face, "This indeed is it... It's certainly one of mine."

If this scarf really was made by Golden Shears then why wasn't he able to see Lust? Then the answer that came next made him understand why.

"But this doesn't belong to Lust..." Golden Scissors gave the shocked detective the scarf back but not before saying mysteriously, "At least not now. You see this is something phased out by Lust because he no longer likes dark purple."

That was something Horror didn't expect. "I-I see..." he was dumbfounded at the information. So if it wasn't Lust who gave Gaster the keepsake, then who...? Luckily for Horror, Shears seemed to have more information, as he kept talking.

"If you would introduce me to your client, then I could give you some interesting news." Golden Shears took out a carefully folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Horror.

*Two designs: A design drawing with two scarves of identical pattern, one in red, one in white.

*Open it?

*[Yes] [No]

The detective made sure to carefully unfold it. "This is!" On it was the design drawing for the scarf. Shears nodded and sighed, "Nightmare likes the color dark purple. And he usually covets things that don't belong to him." The tailor played with the hems of his kimono, "Though if the trade is fair, I don't mind feeding his vanity a little bit." Horror nodded before thanking the tailor for his help.

"Thank you so much, Shears. I appreciate it.' Golden Shears smiled and shook his head, "It's nothing really, detective." Shears waved Horror a final goodbye before hurrying off to his workshop. Horror watched shears hurry off to the distance until he could no longer see the kimono-wearing skeleton.

"I guess coming here wasn't all for nothing then." Horror decided to look around the grand Diamond Rose theatre before returning to his office. "Might as well explore since I'm here already." Horror found at the front desk an introductory to the theatre group and took one. He flipped it opened and began to read the text.

It said here that the theatre was established 10 years ago. Its most successful show was called "Charas' Coin," a story about Chara' of a triplet of sisters. The entire family has high hopes that she would bring them eternal glory, but Chara broke down from the pressure and ultimately killed herself in exchange for freedom. The upcoming "Death's Strings" is the sequel . The story begins with Chara committing suicide by jumping off a cliff. Her sister Kris was the first to discover her death but didn't tell anyone. She had always wanted to live in the spotlight as her sister did, and so she decided to let Chara live on as Kris disappeared.

Horror set down the introductory and blinked. That was one hell of a plot. "Who the hell comes up with these kinds of things?!"

But thanks to reading the introductory, he managed to learn more about the theatre. Maybe he could watch the show later. Though it might leave a small dent in his wallet. The detective walked into a new room and found a gallery that had many portraits hung on the wall, of the previous main leads.

As he admired the paintings he noticed a name that caught his eye, "Chara Dreemurr". Wasn't that the name of the female lead from 10 years ago? Sci had told him about her. She had fallen off a platform during a performance and had died on the spot. In the portrait, Chara had short light brown hair and rosy cheeks. On their face was a smile. Horror couldn't help but smile as well.

After a few more moments of admiring the beautiful portrait, Horror moved to the next one and found no other than Lust. "Wow..." he whispered to himself, he could now see why everyone admired Lust. He was absolutely stunning! Horror stared in awe at the portrait, taking in every detail of the painting.

Suddenly he heard footsteps coming from behind him, Horror turned around, his hands in front of him like he was caught red-handed. "I'm sorry! I was just admiring... the gallery..." The monster looked up at the portrait that Horror had been admiring earlier, and the corner of their mouth went up slightly. "It's okay." They said in a soft silky voice, "I come here often to clear my mind."

Kind purple eye lights turned to look at Horror, who gaped at who it was. It was the main lead, Lust. "Y-You're... you're!" Horror could seem to be able to form any words at this point. Lust didn't seem to mind though, as they giggled at his reaction. "I get that sometimes." Lust moved gracefully to the window, his dress flowing behind his as he did.

"It looks gorgeous outside today, don't you think?" They turned to look at Horror, who frantically nodded. "Y-yeah! I mean, yes!" The actor's gentle laughter filled the gallery, "Ahaha~! You don't need to be so formal, dear." The detective nodded shyly at Lust, "What brings you here?" Horror straightened up and started to explain to Lust when suddenly the main actor's name was called.

The brightness in Lust's purple eye lights seemed to dim slightly, "It seems I must get going." Horror was about to protest when he noticed something, "It was a pleasure to talk to you even though it was short." He watched as Lust hurried out of the room.

"Damn it... I missed my chance to talk to him about my client." Horror sighed and exited the gallery, guess he might as well inform Gaster of what he learned. In all honesty, Horror knew that something was up with this theatre. Something just wasn't right about it. But he couldn't put his finger on it.

And then there Lust. When he had talked to the main actor Horror couldn't help but notice how tired he looked. Though with the show coming up, Lust probably pulled an all-nighter. He's done it before. But the nagging feeling that something wasn't right kept eating at him, but Horror pushed it down.