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It had been three days since the kid and I bugged the apartment, and nothing had so much as twitched on the monitors. And, from the look of it, the slime was beginning to fester. I was experiencing doubts as to whether we would ever see the perpetrator. "Kid, I'm having doubts as to whether we're ever gonna see the perp." I confessed.
"I think we might need to start callin' it quits."
"N-n-no!" he exclaimed, "I-I-I've almost cracked the DNA c-c-code in this skin sample! W-w-we almost have the c-c-creature pinned!"
I sighed audibly. The kid would never be a scientist if he didn't learn to prioritize. Leisure first, work secon- no wait, food second, work thi-, no, thirst third, work fou- no, wait, aargh, it doesn't matter! I turned back to the monitors, thumbing my cigar. I nearly spat it straight out when I saw what was on the third screen, the one trained on the closet. "B-b-boy, I think you need to see this..."
He rushed over from his impromptu lab table, nearly tripping over my vintage hat stand. There, on the monitor, was a man- well, sort of a man- slowly emerging from the closet. Billy gasped. "W-w-what's that!?" he choked out.
"I dunno, kid, but I suspect we're gonna see real soon." The thing was almost all the way out, now. It looked around the room warily, as if searching for danger. Its eyes trained on the camera. "Oh crap," I said. Suddenly a large, pinkthing flew out of the creatures head, and the monitor went blank. I glanced around. All the monitors had gone blank. I grabbed my fedora from the stand, and threw on my trench coat. "Come on, kiddo, we're headin' out!" I commanded.
"B-b-but we don't-"
"Aw, shaddup, boy!"
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I barged into the apartment complex. There was Mr. Collins,eating a cheese sandwich at his desk, practicallydripping from the slime of his personality. "Dirk! What a surprise! If I'd known you were coming I'd of made an extra sandwich! But wait a minute, who has the time to make sandwiches anymore? Well, you can, Mr. Danger, with this amazing-"
"Can it, Collins! We picked up the perpetrator on one of our monitors! He's in the room right now!" I yelled. I barreled as fast as I could up the stairs towards the room, followed pace-for-pace by Mr. Collins, the kid lagging behind. We got some confused glances from a few tenants, but we just sped on past. Finally we reached the door to the room. I motioned for quiet.
"I'm going to listen to see if he's still in there," I whispered, pressing my ear against the old wood of the door. From inside, I could hear very faint scuffling, and what sounded like a leaky faucet. I nodded at my entourage. He was in there, all right. "Onna count of three, got it?" I hissed. The kid nodded, and Collins tried to, but his hair started to drip, so he stopped.
"One..."
"Two..." I gulped.
"Three!"
To be continued on the Kid's skin entry.
Dirk Danger is a detective for the West Hartford Police Department, but his dream is to be a private eye. To that end, he makes sure that he always wears a trench coat and fedora when in public, and usually has a cigar in his mouth. He and his assistant, Billy (the kid) have been assigned to a very strange case, and are in the process of unraveling it.