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"Roguefort, the book teleported to the Archives. Blueberry Pie's there, and she needs us both to get there."

"Blueberry Pie? That serious Cookie that confronted us while we got the Apple Bear Jellies?"

"Yeah, her. We need to find a day to get there. Will you be alright on Sunday?"

"I think it'll be fine."

"Alright, bye."

Almond ended the call and wrote the day down. He'd been assigned to investigate a crime scene in Buttercream Choco's mansion - apparently, an emerald had been stolen from there, and he had to go soon.

Buttercream had specifically asked Almond since they knew each other and Almond had been there before.

He swiped his bag from the table, put on his cap and met his mom at the door, his mother already neatly disguised so she wouldn't be recognised.

Almond was just half-known by the public thanks to the scene after camp, so he wore a mask and cap as opposed to a full-on disguise.

"Another call with Roguefort?"

"Yeah, let's go."

The mother and son hopped into the car, Cashew at the steering wheel and Almond beside her. Cashew started the engines and drove off.

"We're planning to reveal you to the public when you turn 18. We actually planned to tell you the truth then and reveal you at 20, but certain events made it impossible."

"Well, it isn't your fault that Mozzarella and Gouda decided to strike early. The letter from dad explained it."

"Right...What's done is done. Now, your first investigation! I believe you've learnt a lot just from mock scenes. You should be fine."

"You'll help me, right?"

"If you need help. I think this is one of the easiest cases to start. Just an emerald."

"Mom, emeralds cost a lot. You make it sound as worthless as an eggplant."

"Almond dear, when you're used to investigating limited-edition jewels and exhibits worth millions of dollars, just an emerald isn't much."

"Wow, you're really a top detective, huh?"

"Well, I come from the best detective family after all. And I'm your mom. What did you expect?"

~~

"Charisma? I have to work on that?"

"Obviously. You spend too much time on your phone."

"How am I supposed to even work on that?"

"Learn. Watch some famous charismatic people online. Improve."

"Then I need my phone for that!"

The father and son were bickering again.

What was originally meant to be a simple training session ended up being another argument between the two Cookies.

No one else was at home. The other two Cookies in the family were out on another mission...or as one would say, committing another crime.

"You have good equipment, much better training grounds than so many more Cookies. Why won't you put some passion in it?"

"I never agreed to be in this family! Can you not treat this as a hobby?! I'm defying the law because you told me to!"

"Enough of that, Roguefort. You need to practice! You'll never be like me because of your stupid promise to never kill anyone."

Rage was burning up in Roguefort. His father, no, his whole family's thoughts were so twisted that it was frustrating to him; and he was scared.

He was scared, that his father could grab a random knife from the shelf and end his life almost immediately.

Fear boils over to anger.

And Roguefort just couldn't stand it anymore.

"Stupid promise?! I just don't want to end anyone's life! Everyone has so much potential, yet you end their lives because of wealth. Because of your desires. Because of this stupid rivalry. I'm done with this!"

Before his father could respond, he threw a smoke bomb to the ground, a stinging smell filling the room.

"Roguefort! How dare you!"

Roguefort ran out of the training room like a lightning bolt. Opening the window in Mozza's room, he flew down, a parachute automatically springing from his suit as he jumped.

He landed on the ground.

And then he ran.

He ran as far as his tired Cookie legs could take him, ignoring the glances from Cookies passing by, not responding to worried Cookies' questions, not daring to look back to see if Cheddar was chasing him to get him back.

He'd memorised the whole neighbourhoods' layout thanks to forced thievery by his parents. He'd taken so much of others' hard work and never got caught.

He'd made promises that if he stayed there, he won't be able to keep.

So he ran, with all his might, ignoring the growing ache in his legs, not caring about the consequences, his fists clenched so hard that they were starting to hurt.

As long as he could get away from this life, he'd run.

When his body couldn't take it anymore, he ran into a darker alley and collapsed.

He knew he'd face serious consequences if he got caught. But he'd probably pass out from exhaustion if he collapsed in the main streets bustling with people, and he'd get sent back to his family anyways.

All of a sudden, the weather decides to turn against him as well.

It starts to rain.

The Cookies in the streets all go into a panic, some going into nearby shops to take cover, others pulling out an already-prepared umbrella and continuing their journey.

All of them had only one goal: to not get soggy from the rain.

"Aw, screw the weather."

He has no place to go. He couldn't return home. The shops were packed.

Even Spinach Cookie's shop was filled to the brim with Cookies that didn't like vegetables that much.

And so, he continued to run.

He felt the rain splattering on his back. He knew he'd have to get to someplace with a roof or he'd get absolutely soggy from the rain and melt away.

After what seemed like an hour but was actually 5 minutes, he found himself in front of an office building. He squeezed inside, but the other Cookies pushed him away since he was already half-soggy.

With no choice, he pushed himself through the disgusted crowd, ran up the stairs and reached the roof.

A quick glance and he saw an open window in a nearby mansion with painted roll cake wood as its roof.

With no choice, he used everything in his arsenal to get there.

A grappling hook and his cape did the trick. He zoomed through the stormy sky, him running out of energy thanks to the previous training and running. All the Cookies on the streets were huddled into shops. Only a few sharp-eyed Cookies saw him, but their parents dismissed their thoughts as imagination.

After all, there was no way the son of the Cheeses would be out here in this weather, right?

He pushed himself into the room and collapsed immediately.

And the last thing he saw before he closed his eyes, was a picture of a family of 3 hanging on the wall.

And one in the family had crumbled to someone of his own dough.

~~

[Originally published Jun 20, 2020]

Did you see Roguefort's escape coming?

That runaway scene took really quick to write, surprisingly. I'm really impressed with it, and I really hope you enjoyed it.

Anyways! Roguefort lands in a familiar mansion and collapses. Don't worry, he's not dead, just on the brink of complete exhaustion.

Do you think his family will come for him? If so, how?

Will the owners of the mansion surrender him to his family?

Will Almond be able to crack the case?

Find out in the next chapter coming next week!

(I'm tryna beat writer's block over here.)

Or leave a comment with your guesses if it hasn't been released yet. XD


Next chapter:

"Buttercream Choco, who visited this place in the past two weeks?"

~~

"Wow, rainstorm signals are sure to come with this amount."

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"Unless we want to get caught by the millions of Cookies that are searching for us right now, all we can do is wait and hope that he'll come back."

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