Midnight Drive

Midnight drive ⦻

INTERPRETATION AU LORE TIMEEE

Tw: mentions of blood, murder and death

"When was this file made?" 

The young detective asked, looking up at the older gentleman in front of him, who was sitting at his desk that was full of papers and filed reports of different people. The young detectives dark brown eyes locked with his, waiting for him to answer. His head tilted to the side slightly, becoming more curious of the file. 

"It was not so long ago.. A few months ago, actually."

The older man replied, shifting in his chair slightly. The man then took the cup of coffee that was on his desk and took a small sip, looking down for a moment before looking back up at the young detective. He placed the cup back on his desk in silence, then got up from the chair and walked towards the younger man. 

"He's been giving us trouble for years now, ever since.." 

He trailed off, looking down to the file that he gave to the young detective. His gaze was on the picture that was taped to the file, staring at the scarred face of the man he has been dealing with for over a decade now. The man seemed to go to his own world, the surroundings starting to disappear as his eyes were glued to the picture. He quickly was brought back to his senses as he felt a slight nudge to his side, brushing it off as he started to walk away from the young man, going to the window. 

"I'm sure you already know." 

He turned his eyes away from the young detective and looked outside the window, looking into he outside world. 

"Yeah.. I know. He's the reason I wanted to be a detective.. his case is.. interesting."

The young detective spoke, his gaze lowering to the file once more.

The older man sighed, his body slightly shifting once more. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out, slowly closing it the moment after. It was clear he wanted to comment on the younger mans words, but he decided not to. But it was clear that he started his work with the same reason, yet it has been stressful and hard since the start.

He.. they finally had Jeff in their grasp. A slip up happened and he killed half of the task force and escaped. Jeff Hodek was clearly a strong and smart individual, since he got out so fast and he managed to go through security. The older man thinks Jeff wasn't working alone, though the camera's can't lie. The footage of his escape still on his mind ever since he saw it. And he started to question is Jeff even is human anymore. 

"Sir. Do you think we could.." The young detective trailed off for a moment, but then continued. "..catch him once and for all one day?" 

The older man sighed.

"In all honesty, Daniel.. I have no idea." 

He paused for a moment, turning to face the young detective.

"I've been working on his case for 15 years now.. and I finally caught him a few months back. And he-"

He stopped himself from continuing for a moment, hesitantly speaking once more. His voice was slightly softer now, almost like a whisper, a small frown on his face.

"He killed 10 people while escaping. One of them was my son, Ethan." 

He spoke the last few words shakily, clearly emotional of the topic of his now deceased son. The man took a moment to compose himself, though there was a glint of sadness in his eyes, and the younger detective knew that his grief gave more pressure onto him. It only made his mental health worse, but it made him more determined to catch Jeff and put him behind bars. 

"My condolences, sir. I'm sure he's in a better place now. And.. I'm sure well give Ethan some justice.."

Daniel said the last few words with a slight smile, trying to reassure and comfort his grieving co-worker.. even give him a little hope. The older man nodded, smiling slightly as well.

"You're right.. We can't lose hope now."

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Daniel walked along the trail, going back to the warmth of his own home. He had his work bag with him, containing the files he had got from the older detective, dressed in a black coat letting its warmth sink in as the outside temperature wasn't quite nice.. cold and windy, typical autumn weather in these parts. 

It was a busy night, people walking along with him going back to their homes, or going to a night shift job. 

He just continued to walk, his eyes peered ahead, the grip on the bag was tight, making sure it was secure. He sighed to himself, his legs becoming slightly shaky from the tiredness he felt after a long day. But he continued to walk until his eyes lit up from seeing his house. He smiled tiredly, walking up to the front door, placing his hand in the pocket of his coat, taking out the front door key. He unlocked the door, quickly going inside and locked it once more. You can never be too careful. 

He placed the bag on the floor for a moment, so he can take his coat off, hanging it on the coat rack on his left. He took the bag once more, walking into his home office so he could place them in a safer place, putting the files into the drawers. He took a last look at Jeff's file, looking at the same picture his older co-worker stared at, then placed it in the drawer with the rest. 

He took out another key and locked the drawers as well. And after that, made sure the rest of the door and windows were secured, before going to bed. 

He slipped under the covers, moving his body around to find a comfortable position, then slowly drifted to sleep. 

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"Young detective, Daniel Miller, was found dead in his home this morning at 5 am. The police was called after his neighbor, who wishes to stay anonymous, heard screaming coming from Daniel's home. As his house was inspected, it was believed he had been murdered by an individual whos is believed to be the missing female teenager Nina Hopkins. The anonymous neighbor told the police that he saw someone Nina's description running down the street as he got outside to wait for the police, and they have sworn they saw her covered in blood. Investigators believe that Nina was looking for someone's file, since Daniel's office looked quite destroyed, files thrown around everywhere. One particular fie was found 100 yards away from the murder scene, the file of our well known man that we dubbed 'The Killer', splattered in blood."

The reporter spoke as she stood in front of Daniel's home, looking into the camera and spoke into the microphone in her normal gruffy voice. She raised her brow, shifting slightly.

"The question is.. why did she kill him?.. Why did she need 'The Killers' file?.. what was she planning and why did she run away?"

She paused, glancing at Daniel's house for a moment before she spoke once more. 

"If you have any information that could help with the case, please contact the police as soon as possible. My condolences to the Miller family.. may this poor young man rest in peace."

"I'm Rebecca Moore, and this was Sunny News."

THE DAD EVER

Happy Father’s Day to them and only them

Decided to be silly today and do some doodling with these silly people :3

Yall remember mini Jeff.

Then theres my sona in goober mode, lol.

Then we have EJ (they be flyin')

Lazari is on the floor for some reason.

We have Luca, Jeffs illegaly adopted son.

And Toby who got stabbed in the arm-

Oh oh! Also, please check out these two:

@azulghoul @scary-spaghetti-enjoyer

They are just amazing ^^

I love both of their art!

Give em follow bc they cool and they deserve more attention >:3

Love ya guys /p <3

Drew Jeff once more, lol.

Also, have Raccoon Jeff too

and this is my refrence

Its so silly :3