(VERY Strong Language Ahead or else, VSLA for short.)

"They're gone, aren't they?"

Everyone looks away, watching across their shoulder as if they would escape this cruel reality they've found. "H-how.... how many were there..." I whispered quietly, as if hell would break loose if I spoke. "We... we couldn't identify them all, but we estimate about more or less four hundred massacred tinies." ...

"Are you sure about those... rough estimates? Are you sure you checked the entire facility? What if there was a secret basement, or a hidden room?" The responders nodded their head solemnly, holding their custodian helmets close to their hearts to mourn for the fallen. I for one, could only hold back so much.

Slamming the door shut, I revved up the engine as I drew out of the scene. And with tears filling up against my eyes, I tried my best not to crash my car and end the suffering. If anyone were to see a human mourning for a tiny, the next thing they'd do is call the psychiatric ward but... what if I was that one person? Trying to hold back the memories, I pushed my mind back; trying to instead remember a happier time in my life while I passed down the narrow streets of estates.

Shifting into high gear, I sped up and went beyond the speed limit while I whipped away the tears obstructing my view. Every time I try recalling their faces, it just brings back bad memories; ones that were at a point happy, and ones that were at a point straight-up depressing and traumatizing.

It's been so long... why can't a let go of it!? Their voices keep haunting me in the dead of night, their little figures... all bloodied and splatted; guts filling the floor with their cold cadavers.  Their little screams and cries for help, all distorted and pleading with anguish, fear and hope.

Speeding against a read light, I slammed on the breaks... narrowly avoiding running over a cat. With minimal effort, I switched gears and took it slower. With controlled breaths and a knob to control the radio channels, I took a moment and counted to 10 before relaxing and ultimately clearing my mind.

With logic and rational thoughts now behind my mind, I focused my views on the road ahead. With headlights passing by and buildings flying behind me, I tried a different approach to find a peaceful mind.

Turning off the roaring engine, I closed the door; gentler this time. While fishing for my keys, I looked through the mail box. Taking the soaked and barely recoverable letters from the metal canister, I walked towards the home I've lived in... the home I've had with them.

Closing the creaking wooden door behind me, I shouted a greeting to the house; as I've for the entirety of my life. Switching on the lights to the cold, empty house; I left the mail on a table before taking off for a much-needed shower to clear the stress and sadness that had stacked on me for the entire day...

Taking out a woven wool sweater that had been sewn back time and time again, I reminisced the history behind this carefully overgrown piece of cotton... no, I won't fall for that trap again. Rubbing my eyes and holding the rails down the stairs unto the first floor, I reached the piles of letters that had left a mountain of reading material for me.

Opening the first few letters, they were the casual life-disheartening ones: taxes, brochures, insurance reports, one of them even had a little loan flyer inside... stupid loan sharks. But after 'unboxing' them all, the last one of them... had a... incredibly peculiar seal.

Picking up the letter, I felt something heavy kept inside. Tearing of its' seal, I poured out its' contents...which was... a letter?

Dear Ilaney Foalsdorm,

It is with great displeasure and a high time that we announce you from this day onwards, relieved from your duty as a Senior Detective for the Rights of Tinies Department.

... no wait...

Reasons for this decision was reach unanimously by the board of directors for the reasons listed below:

1. A violent and chaotic bias against any 'tiny-murders' related incident that had may or may have not occurred under the purpose and intention of killing.

2. A common and predictable backlash to your judgement after such an incident as listed in the statement above.

And for these reasons, we have made a vote for your removal and your discrete but nevertheless honourable termination of work.

We hope for the best and the greatest of luck in finding a different marketing sector in the community of the town.

Wait... wait no... you can't...

Attached behind this letter of termination is the case you have failed to solve.

Sincerely,

Head of RTD corps.

Failed? Failed to solve?! Turning the letter around, I saw an attachment... a file of mutual interest. Unclipping the folder from the letter, I tore its' seal open and looked inside... what... wait no this can't be! Snatching up my phone on a nearby desk, I quick-dialled one of my closest friends... come on pick up the damn phone! "Hello?"

"Fred please tell me I didn't just get fired."... silence on the receiving end, then a sputter of barely audible words. "Ila, you know... you know why you were." With anger and steam fuming from my ears, I clutched the phone. "What do you mean... know why I was?"

"Ila you can't keep this up forever! Have you seen yourself lately?! You just stay in the office, scanning through a mountain filled of sorted reports, looking back on early cases that had already been close by the higher up-"

"Fred... do you SERIOUSLY THINK I DIDN'T KNOW THAT?! What kind of FUCKING idiot do YOU THINK I AM?! Did you even know what and why I did so? DID YOU?! FRED! I've seen the MOST FUCKING oblivious FACES when those... those... fucking SCUMS OF SOCIETY went on for their trials. And everytime I think one of them were actually going to pay for the many crimes they've committed? Yeah... you know what happened..."...

....

...

"Ila we can't fight against them, they're our seniors and they can only tell us what we can or what we can't do. At least we got something done instead of letting them completely scott-fre-"

"FRED DON'T FUCK WITH ME! DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK THE SHITHEADS UP THERE REALLY C-CARE ABOUT THESE CASES?! HO-HOW MANY TIMES ARE THEY JUST GOING TO GET BRIBED AND TURN A BLIND-FUCKING-EYE ON THESE.... THESE.... URGHHH!!!!!!!"

"Ila come on let's think with our minds on a swivel eh? Please just calm do-"

" Fred. Tell me one thing and one thing only, did you ever know why they let go the case where a grown and quite sane human being smashed into a 25 meter tall double storey house armed with nothing but his own fists to kill and massacre a completely innocent tinies family just because they raised an abandoned human child in a leased out house?"

"... Ila, please we know he was drun-"

"LIKE THE FUCK HE WAS ACTUALLY SOBER ENOUGH TO CRASH INTO SUCH A SPECIFIED AND CLOSED OUT PROPERTY OWNED BY THE GOVERNMENT THEMSELVES! DON'T TELL ME YOU BELIEVE THE LIES THEY FEED YOU WITH!"

" Ila come on that thing was twenty years ag-"

SMASH! "URGHHH WHY?!!!!! WHY AM I STILL ALIVE?! WHY GOD WHY JUST FUCKING KILL ME ALREADY! SAVE ME FROM THIS HELL I LIVE IN!" FAILED TO SOLVE?! THEY PUT THAT FUCKING CASE BURIED IN A BOX A BILLION FUCKING METERS BENEATH THE GROUND! AND.. AND... AND THEY HAVE THE FUCKING AUDICITY TO SEND IT BACK TO ME?!!! THE FUCKING AUDICITY TO SEND A CASE THEY CLOSED BACK TO ME?!! THE PERSON WHO WANTED IT SOLVED FOR A... fuck... fuck this... fuck the entire fucking world.

Walking over the smashed phone on the ground, I calmly weaved my way to the medicine cabinet and took out all the drugs I could find. Clutching the little containers in my hands, I walked over to the dining table and poured all those little pills out.

...Heh, funny. This might as well be my last fucking dinner... I clutched a handful of pills and opened my mouth, ready to swallow and finally end this miserable life of pain and agonizing torture. Pouring the meds into my mouth I tried forcing them down my throat... to no avail. What? The world doesn't even want to let me die? Oh fuck this. Standing up, I reached a dispenser to grab a cup of water to swallow the pills with.

Sitting down once again on the creaking chair, I collected my thoughts... from young and old. One showed a lively young me running around, trying to find my little brothers and sister hiding under the decaying furniture... one showed an adult, ruined and distraught over the many cases failed to bring to justice...

Ah well... it's all over anyways, bringing the cup closer towards my mouth a took a huge sip of water..... well then, I'll see you on the other side, me. Taking a long, deep but manual breath through my nose; I prepared to sw- "NO DON'T DO IT!"

With my head turning around, I immediately spotted... a tiny. With my mouth full of a healthy dose of death, I struggled in the part where I act surprised. With her stout figure barely reaching the average height of a tiny, I wondered how she even gotten...

Spitting the meds out into the cup, I immediately scampered over to the little tiny that had stood absolutely still since the moment she decided to show herself. "H-hey, I uhm... I, no matter about that are you hurt? Do you need medical attention I have some meds... I mean, freesher meds if-"

"Ila, wasnt' it?" Wait how did sh- "Ila it's okay, there are things in this world you can't do." She's... a borrower of course she'd know my name. "I... you... you wouldn't understand my work." She objects this statement while I sat down, crossed-legged before her. "Ila I know everything about you."

"I... I'm terribly sorry about you childhood, I'm so sorry about the events you've encountered when you were small it must've so traumatizi-"

"Please... please don't bring back my past." She nods her head apologetically. "Ila please... I'm thankful for the many things you've tried and had done for our kind... but you need to a moment to rest, killing yourself is definitely not the best way to handle a situation like this right now."

"Girl, you... you don't kno-" "Ila please I know what you're feeling right now, you just need a  moment to calm yourself down." Her hands reached out, looking at me with eyes I've never seen since they passed. "Come on big guy, pick me up."

.. "A-are you sure about this I... I'm still a human y-you know I-" "Of course this isn't fine! I'm... very nervous right now but your life was at stake!" Her voice... it sounds so... familiar.. "I even worked up the courage to comfort and intercept your... suicide, so pick me up before this gets awkward!"

With trembling hands I reached for her, slowly and gently; I had my fingers curled around her as smoothly as my motor skills could. And with tears jerking at my eyes, I hugged her close... close towards my heart. "I... It's been so long since.. somebody... I"...

"Shh now Ila, we can work out the details later; now we just relax, and calm down a bit okay?" Cradling her back, she muttered words of comfort and even hugged one of my fingers while tears rolled down my cheeks. "It's alright Ila, I'm here for you... it's alright..."

...hello yes, it's been a long time. I've been posting some stuff at my 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝐆/𝐓 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 book that i'd like to safely say update quite oftenly... at least more often than this book. I've been clonked out on motivation (still am) but hey, this time I actually won against procrastination!... heh. See ya bois soon, hopefully not next year.

~No Fluff Yet Boieeeeee >:(