The skeleton stared at the monster who stood in front of him. Horror's voice seemed to die down in his throat as they turned to look at him. Their appearance memorized him, and yet it also terrified the detective. The figure cocked their head to one side, almost curious about the new monster. "It's you..." they moved closer to Horror, their high heels clicking on the stone floor. "I-I..." the monster now stood in front of the detective. They bent down and reached a hand to his cheek. Horror flinched at how cold their hand was. "Why... why are you here?" Just what did Horror get himself into?

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*Beep*

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*Beep- *Click*

Horror sat up in his bed and looked around. The sunlight that passed through the curtains told him that it was now morning, to his dismay. He wanted to go back to bed. The injured skeleton let out a large yawn before slipping into his cozy slippers. Horror trudged himself into the bathroom and started his morning routine.

After changing into a fresh new pair of clothing he went downstairs to whip up breakfast when he saw the time. "They must have delivered the mail already." Opening the front door, Horror walked over to his mailbox and opened it. Peering inside he saw a letter that was sealed in a fancy seal. Curious he flipped the letter to the front where he saw written in neat cursive were the words Detective Horror. "Welp... looks like work comes knocking at my door once again." Horror went back into the comfort of his beloved home and opened the letter.

"My dear detective, I heard you're back in town. I can't tell you how happy I am. I know you'll relieve me of my worries. A while ago, I've fallen for the Golden Rose Theatre's leading actor, Lust, and expressed my feelings for him. While he kept his distance from me to avoid the public eye, he reciprocated my feelings through his letters to me. He even gave me a keepsake. Yet, for some unknown reason, he abruptly cut off out communication and refused to see me. I want to find out what happened and hope that you can get me the answer. Your good friend, W.D."

After finishing the letter he pulled the purple scarf from the envelope, that Gaster had mentioned in his letter, opening his inventory, Horror decided to see the description of the item.

[USE] * [INFO] [Drop]

*A Keepsake in Purple: A purple scarf made from extremely rare silk of high quality, and adorned with exquisite embroidery - it's a luxurious custom made item."

Horror made sure to write the information down on his notepad, "This Lust person must really be living a lavish life..." Horror debated whether or not he should accept the commission. Gaster was a good friend of his. Despite their interests not being similar, he would like to see the other again. He wondered if the scientist was still interested in the beautiful-- drama, music, gorgeous beauties like in the past. He wouldn't know. He hadn't seen the guy in years! "But... given his status...I might need his help in the future."

*Accept the commission?

*[Yes] [No]

Well, it looks like he's going to investigate his friend's love life now. Besides... Horror couldn't deny that he was quite curious about this person his friend fell for. Horror grinned to himself, "Let's check out this "Lust" character who's captivated the notability in this town."

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Horror stared up at the grand "Diamond Rose" theatre in awe. It was humongous and absolutely stunning. With how the building appearance looked it practically screamed "expensive" at the detective. T-they wouldn't make him pay just for stepping inside right? Horror shook the silly thought out of his skull. That was silly! What kind of theater made you pay just for walking inside? "..." Hopefully, not this one. Steeling his nerves, Horror walked inside the grand theatre.

The moment Horror walked into the "Diamond Rose" he was greeted by a gentle-looking staff member, who the others seemed to all "Blueberry". Blue was really cordial at first. The small skeleton chatted happily about how beautiful the weather was, and how his day was going so far. "So, are you here to see a show?" Blue chirped at the detective, whom in return shook his head. "No, I'm not. I'm here for business in fact." Blue nodded slowly, "My business requires me to speak with Lust-"

Horror was suddenly cut off by Blue, "Another fan? I'm sorry mister, but no. Lust won't meet with an ordinary fan, " Blue smiled. Horror thought for a few moments before remembering about the purple scarf. "Perhaps this will make me less ordinary." Horror took out the scarf Gaster had sent him and handed it to Blueberry. "This appears to be the work of Golden Shears..."

Blue looked up at the detective after they finished admiring the scarf, "I do believe you're no ordinary fan, mister. Perhaps you can have this invitation to the celebratory party after the first performance. Lust will be there," Blueberry suggested. That wouldn't do... He had to speak with them in private, "But I have something private to discuss with Lust."

Because the relationship between his client and Lust wasn't something to be discussed in public. Yet this alerted Blueberry . He frowned and looked me over. "No, mister not-so-ordinary. This scarf isn't as special as you hoped it would be."

Horror tried to protest with the small skeleton, but Blueberry stood firm. Clearly wanting Horror to leave.

Just as Horror's last string of patience was about to run out, a familiar voice broke the silence.

"Look who it is! I was going to look for you when the rehearsal was over, but hey. You made my life easier. " Horror turned to see, "Killer?"

Killer was an old friend from the army, who came out from the lobby. Horror used to call the other "Killer of Ness" as a joke. Just by an exchange of brief pleasantries with him, the detective learned that Killer was now the male lead of this theatre. While Horror had heard about Killer's passion for performing, he didn't know much. After all, his personality mirrored his name, so that he's not someone you'd want to get to know.

Though, thanks to Killer, Horror finally managed to get into the theatre once Killer talked to Blueberry. "So you're here for some detective work now, huh?" Horror nodded as he followed after Killer, "Alright then... I'll try my best to introduce you to Lust after the rehearsal."

Killer led Horror to the lobby, and introduced him to the playwright, before leaving for rehearsal. The playwright, who called himself "Sci", "So... you write all the plays here?" Sci let out a chuckle before shaking his head, "Actually..." Sci explained that he was just an assistant playwright. The repertoire was mainly composed of the director, "X". The director used to be a talented writer , and Sci had joined the theatre to learn from him.

"But money and twisted love had corrupted his talent," the way Sci said it made is mysterious. "Anyway enough about myself... what about you?" Horror thought for a few moments telling the skeleton that he was a friend of his client. And then Horror made the mistake of asking Sci about Lust.

Because after that, the young skeleton went on and on about the many gossips about the theatre. Like how the previous lead "Chara" fell to her death in her last performance, and how the director then received a sum of money out of ruins. And how the show they were rehearsing then was the sequel to "Chara's Coin", the swan song of the unfortunate female lead.

Horror could definitely tell he was enjoying collecting these gossips, yet when he tried to ask for more details, Sci began to bottle up.

"If you want to know more, you should talk to 'Commander'. He knows everything." Sci pointed to the other side of the room, where sat another skeleton reading a book. "Thanks for the info kid."

Sci gives Horror a thumbs up, "No problem! Also good luck!"