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hiddenobject-fanblog · 16 days

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His Soul (Chapter 10)

Show and Tell

Summary: After saving the abducted collectors, you were trusted with Curioso's box. What seems like a dangerous possession slowly turns into an opportunity to learn more about this creature and his curse. Can you earn his trust, and possibly, his affection?

Pairings: Curioso/Reader, Curioso/The Detective

It took a bit of searching on your end, but you finally tracked down a translator who was able to make any sense of the book. You had reached out to several other people for a week, all of whom sadly informed you that they couldn’t understand it. Still, you remained determined and you were glad your patience finally wore off.

You were sitting in a small office across from a woman who wore a blue suit. Her eyes were wide as she read the book that you left open on her desk. You were still dumbfounded with the news she’d just given to you.

“You can really read that thing? I haven’t met a single person who could.”

She nodded and leaned back in her seat. “You see, Detective, I used to delve into magic - divination back in my day. This book was written by an enchantress. I recognize the spell that is decrypting it from normal eyes.”

“Huh…” Your mind went back to the time Curioso disabled a concealing spell on that house in your last case. Had he done the same thing to this book to make sure Andrew couldn’t read it? “Are you sure it was an enchantress? Not a…creature of some sorts?”

“Her name is written right here. I can translate this for you, but I’m afraid it will take some time.”

“That’s fine; I’m in no hurry.” You waved your hand. “Just…do you know what it is?”

“Instructions, I think,” She rubbed her chin as she observed the pages. “But what they say and what they are for…I will have to get back to you on that.”

“Great. Just call me on the phone when you make any progress - I’ll pay you in advance.”

She stopped you when you stood from your chair, her eyes lit up in fascination. “I am curious, where did you get this book? I have never seen anything like it.”

“....A friend of mine gave it to me. I’d like to know what it says.”

“Very well. Expect to hear back from me in a few days…thank you for such an interesting job. I will have fun translating this.”

You stood and dusted off your pants, relieved to have finally found someone for the job. You were antsy to know what this book contained…if she was right, then they could possibly be instructions for Curioso’s box. You desperately needed that, as you couldn’t keep relying on him for its codes and instructions. He lied to you about that before and you were sure he would do it again if it benefited him.

You handed over some cash and shook her hand, already wishing time would move forward.

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You returned to your office and sat down in your chair. If Curioso sensed that you had the book before, then he must know it was out of your possession now. When you looked up, you found his box lighting up from your shelf. A sign of his presence.

Before he could say a word, you beat him to it. “I don’t have it. Are you happy?”

“Did you destroy it?”

“No. Just…loaned it to someone. I’ll get it back, but I still don’t know what it is.”

Mist pooled out and you found the projection of his mask greeting you from across the room. He tilted his head. “Who did you give it to?”

“A magician,” You spread your hands out theatrically.

You thought he might take it as a joke, but that didn’t happen. “You’re smarter than you look, Detective.”

You narrowed your eyes with skepticism. “You still don’t want to tell me what it is? Even if I don’t have it with me anymore?”

“You should have gotten rid of it, that’s all I’m telling you.”

You paused. Something just occurred to you that you should’ve thought about before. “Just a silly question here, but…it’s not going to kill me, right? Or bring a sudden end to the world?”

“Only an end to mine.”

You jumped out of your seat. “It’ll kill you!?”

Curioso laughed really hard. It made you feel ridiculous as you slid back down into your seat. Your face was as red as a tomato for overreacting the way you did.

“How kind of you to care about me..! But, no. That won’t happen. I’m sorry.”

You groaned and tried to hide your face. “Believe it or not, I actually WANT you here. Otherwise, I would’ve given you right back to Andrew.”

“Yes, that’s right. You want me here as part of your things …your collection. Your memories.”

“No, I-” You were getting flustered over this and you didn’t know why. “I want to get to know you. Isn’t it obvious that’s what I’ve been doing?”

“You don’t need a book for that. You can ask me all your questions, Detective. I don’t really have anywhere else to go.”

Your face was still hot and your heart wouldn’t calm down. Something about this conversation was embarrassing you. You grabbed a piece of paper from your drawer and took a deep breath before walking over to Curioso’s box. You held it up and prepared to enter the correct pattern, then you hesitated.

“Do you…want to come out? I mean, if you’re not still mad at me?” Your voice was timid.

“I always want a breath of fresh air.”

You gave a wryly grin. “You wanna’ watch me do paperwork? Do all the boring detective stuff?”

“Please. The anticipation is killing me..!”

You chuckled and let him out of the box. The same bright flash ensued and he was standing before you again. You rubbed your eyes as you stumbled back over to your desk. It felt like getting your picture taken with the flash on. You wondered if there could ever be a way to change that.

“Take a seat anywhere, you can explore my office. Just don’t touch anything.”

You sat down and grabbed a pencil, preparing to do some work. To your surprise, Curioso didn’t stray very far and instead perched himself on the edge of your desk. He really wasn’t in the way of anything, but his close presence made you nervous. His set of sharp teeth was closer to you than you were comfortable with.

“There’s another chair right over there,” You pointed across from your desk.

“Ah, but this is annoying you, isn’t it? He grinned.

“It is, actually. Yeah.”

“Then I’m not going to move anywhere.”

“Fine."

You began filling out paperwork in spite of his close proximity. You pretended he wasn’t there and you were just doing some work as usual. You were actually able to get a bit done. You paused to stretch your arms and crack your back, suddenly remembering Curioso was right beside you when you accidentally smacked your elbow on him.

“Whoops - sorry…”

“I like your name,” He whispered.

You blinked twice before glancing back at the paperwork and found your first and last name signed on the sheet before you. You hadn’t thought he was seriously paying attention to what you were doing. Who in their right mind would willingly watch someone fill out boring papers instead of looking at pictures of your heroic cases? Curioso, apparently.

“Ah, thank you,” You grew warm again and cleared your throat to change the subject. “So I can ask you questions, right?”

His voice was dramatic. “I guess you can.”

“Apparently, that book was written by a woman. Do you know who she is?”

“...”

“Her name is in there. I’ll be able to find it soon. Is she someone I should get into contact with?”

“NO!” He exclaimed loudly into your ear.

You flinched and nearly stumbled out of your chair. He noticed your state and withdrew into himself, moving away from your desk and into the seat across from you. He was deliberately trying not to face you.

“Alright, geez.” You rubbed your ear in pain. “So, she’s nobody I should know, apparently?”

“Detective.” His voice cracked. Your heart broke at the sound. “Don’t dig any deeper than you already are. You’re keeping that book despite my wishes - please listen to me and never find that woman.”

It felt like you lost all your strength. “Okay…I won’t. I promise.” You waited a second before adding, “Can you at least tell me who she is? Why is she so bad?”

“Patience is a virtue.” He tapped a robotic finger on the edge of the wood.

You wanted to groan and throw a fit, but now wasn’t the time. He sounded like he was on the verge of crying. You didn’t know if that was possible or not, but you didn’t care to test it. Your eyes traveled down Curioso and you realized you’d never gotten such a good look at him up close. Observing him for too long hadn’t been your goal back at Andrew Collins’ house. You’d been too preoccupied worrying about him getting into anything to really study him before.

He wore a blue-and-red jester costume, but it was torn in places and had many holes in its fabric. It was also dirty, like it’d been through hell and back. His top hat was in a similar condition, torn at the ends with its colors dull. When you looked at his hand, you found holes, scrapes, and cuts on his mechanical digits and palms. Even his mask, when he turned to look at you, was damaged and missing pieces of its decoration.

You never noticed how… rough he looked. Like he was something someone had left outside and forgotten about for years - equally as damaged from the weather as he was from the neglect of his owner. Pity swelled in your throat.

“Are you alright?” The jester queried.

“I remember you looking a little different,” You confessed. Something was off about him…he was missing those little hats on top of his big one, and you swore he was more colorful before. “Did something happen?”

“This is how I’ve always looked.”

“But..” You leaned forward and squinted your eyes. You probably looked ridiculous doing this. You didn’t care. “Your mask isn’t supposed to look like that, is it? Your hands…they’re all damaged. Did…did something hurt you?”

He promptly moved his limbs out of your view. “Just wear-and-tear. I’ve been around for a long time.”

“When we were in your box-” You pointed at him, the memories flooding back to you. “You looked perfect. Your mask was glittery, your clothes were bright, everything was fine…what happened?”

“I can bend anything to my will there. Anything I want.” His voice grew quiet. “Even myself.”

“You mean you made yourself look like that?”

“Do you ever want to relive your glory days?” He threw his head back and grinned widely at you. His teeth still remained pearly white and as sharp as always. The only part of him unchanged and intact. “That’s how I used to look. I’m sure you remember a time when you were young and full of energy…”

You shook your head and sat back down to give him some space. “Alright. I don’t know anything about your kind. But I’m going to assume that’s normal unless you tell me otherwise.”

“Completely normal.” He insisted. “If you had to wear the same clothes everyday, you’d look just like me after a while.”

“I don’t have holes in my face or my hands,” You pointed out.

Curioso slouched in his seat. He clearly wasn’t happy that you were pressing this as much as you were. “They’re artificial. It’s not me. Not really.”

“What do you mean..?” Why was it always a guessing game with him? Why couldn’t he explain anything to you? “Curioso, I don’t really understand what you are. Can’t you just tell me?”

“I wish I could, but even I don’t know what I am.”

“I still don’t understand…”

“What is there to know? I’m a jester in a box. I like collecting human souls and exposing their dark secrets. That’s all there is.”

“I don't think that’s the case. What were you at the carnival?”

You could’ve sworn his smile grew smaller. He must’ve thought you’d forgotten about that detail, but you didn’t. He confirmed himself that what Andrew said was true. If you couldn’t find out WHAT he was, then you could at least learn where he came from.

“I was a jester,” He responded. “Telling jokes, making fun, you name it.”

That , you could believe. But it felt like he was only telling a half-truth. “Really? With all your powers, you only told jokes?”

“They were good ones..!”

“Tell me one.”

“ ‘Why don’t cannibals eat clowns? Because they taste funny !’”

“Yeah, there’s no way you were telling that to kids.”

“Maybe I didn’t perform for kids..?”

Now you are getting concerned. “Curioso-”

“-Honest, Detective! I was an entertainer at the circus. For both adults and kids! They loved my show, I’d been doing it for a long time.”

You went quiet as you tapped your pencil on your desk. You were neglecting your paperwork now, but you were far more invested in learning about your friend. Not many people could say they've held conversations like this one.

“Did you like it?”

He sounded strained. “Of course.”

“Then why did you come out of your box angry? Why did you threaten Andrew? If you loved what you did, why did you want revenge-”

He did something you did not expect - which was to learn towards you, pinch your cheek in between two white fingers, and pull a little too hard.

“You’re so nosy.” He hissed. “Must you know EVERYTHING?”

“Ow!” You swatted his hand off and rubbed the red spot left on your skin. “You said it yourself - I’m a detective. It’s in my job description.”

“Hmm. And you’re putting together the mystery of my past ?” You swore you saw a small flame flicker in his mask’s eye socket. You blinked twice and it was gone.

“If you’re going to make it this much of a challenge, then I might as well.”

He tittered. “You’re so fun. That’s why I like you.” You blushed at his words and scolded yourself for feeling so flattered. “I suppose I can help you solve it, but…you may find things that you don’t like. Are you okay with that?”

“I found a room full of bodies in my last case.” You shuddered at the image left in your mind. “I’m sure that whatever it is, I can handle it.”

He hummed, looking at you for an awfully long time. Then, he said, “I’ll tell you when I feel that you’re ready.”

You wondered when that was going to be.

#whispered secrets: morbid obsessions #whispered secrets morbid obsession #hidden object #hidden object game #big fish games #curioso #fanfiction #his soul #curioso x reader #x reader

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wiirocku · 2 years

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Matthew 16:26 (NKJV) - For what profit is it to a man if he gains the whole world, and loses his own soul? Or what will a man give in exchange for his soul?

#Matthew 16:26 #what profit #man #he gains #whole world #loses #his own #soul #will a man #give #exchange #his soul

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gojosang3l · 10 months

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…Y’all just don’t get it

#jjk #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #gojosangel #gojo satoru #geto suguru #this shaped me #like HIS SOUL ARE YOU INSANE #HIS SOUL #HIS ENTIRE BEING #OVER HIS MOST TRUSTED TECHNIQUE #COME AWNNNNN YALL DONT GET IT #AHHHHH #OKAY LET ME BE NORMAL #….#I’m normal now sorry

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twisted-torment · 3 months

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My boyfriend a while back recorded an audio for me where it’s essentially him praising me and asserting that I’m his, and jesus fucking christ.

He went to sleep early tonight (pookie needs his beauty sleep!!) and after leaving the video alone for almost a month, I played it back again. It’s nothing compared to him actually saying those things in real time and reacting to my little noises, but the jolt still ran through. I couldn’t think. It became 20 minutes of just looping the same 15 second video while cuddling into my blankets and becoming a warm, mindless mess.

I might be an addict, but I think this addiction isn’t one I want to fight. It feels too fucking good.

#mlm nsft #ftm nsft #I love my boyfriend :3 #he’s so pretty #everything about him is pretty #his voice #his hair #his eyes #his soul #he’s perfect!!!#static thoughts

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aesthetic-solar-space · 4 months

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I think to a point we underestimate Rose Typer and The Doctors connection. She didn’t need to be possessed by the Tardis or see into his mind, she just knew him and then went farther than he thought someone could and she accepted him for everything that he was, and everything he had done.

Whether they were lovers, or friends, or something even more, it still stands. She knew him, and accepted him.

She saw how some days he’d have these purple bags under his eyes from sleepless nights filled with haunting memories.

She saw how sometimes his hand would tremble when he was taking them towards one timeline or another because there was a connected memory playing in his head.

She would hold him close and calm him through his ptsd and panic attacks, though she did not blame him for his past - she didn’t push it away and tell him it was okay because she knew that wasn’t what he needed.

Sometimes she would take one look at him in the morning over tea and know he needed a day in. He’d tell her about things he’d seen that didn’t hurt to remember, or about his language, or things he still wanted to see. She’d sit there and hang on to every word, sneaking him food when he was really focused on talking about something because she knew it was the only way he’d eat.

He also had a habit of listening or feeling her heart whenever a panic attack would set in. His fingers would start by brushing against her inner wrist and pressing lightly. Then he’d often close his eyes and rest his head on her chest. Just listening to the rythme of her one heart and it lulled him back to safety and himself.

This didn’t just go one way though. Sometimes Rose would be hit with a wave of depression or guilt. Sometimes she’d know why but others it was like her mind couldn’t translate everything.

During those times it was the doctor who would give her a warm mug of tea and sit with her. Many times they wouldn’t say much, yet it was never an uncomfortable silence. And Rose would never tell him this cause it would stoke his ego too much but he made the best tea she’d ever had.

And for times they couldn’t sneak away to the safety and haven of their tardis, they had a secret language. To outsiders it would just seem like someone was nervous and tapping to try and calm themselves. Which in a way it was, but it was also so much more. They had an entire alphabet in taps, a mix between Morse code and something they used to use on his home world so so long ago. He could never explain it right but it felt nice to have Rose have a connection to his roots, even if it was small.

There were times they both had issues. The two of them had a silent rule that if you needed someone in the night, it didn’t matter why or what you needed - it was always granted. This is how many many nights one of them would wake up to find the other in their bed curled up against them. Even if they hadn’t been there the night before.

Some nights after an especially hard day they’d even begin the night in the same bed. Waking up to hold one another if the nightmares got too bad.

For a long time many of their family and friends didn’t understand. They thought they must just be hooking up or something. But slowly from times when they would visit Jackie for a few days, they’d see glimpses of the depths to their relationship.

Jackie would watch from the living room as the two floated about each other in the kitchen, making sure the others meal or drink was perfect without ever saying a word or most of the time even looking at each other.

Mickey would see Rose begin to lose herself sometimes while they shared a conversation, the guilt over taking her features for just a moment. When he’d look closer he’d see the doctor tapping absentmindedly on her shoulder or hand, the hidden message instantly calming her.

One night though while everyone was sleeping over, something that rarely happened since the doctor often insisted on sleeping in the tardis, they all awoke to screaming. As both Mickey and Jackie were frantically trying to find out what was happening, they watched as rose slipped out of her own room and into the one the Doctor was staying in. She had never even opened her eyes. Within moments of her entering the room the screaming became whimpers and then stopped. They weren’t proud of it when they both looked through the crack the open door at left. When they saw the two sharing a bed, his head resting on her shoulder, arms wrapped tightly around her waist, all while her arms were wrapped around him as well - her face buried in his bed head. Something for them clicked. This wasn’t just some run of the mill hook up session or even a dating one. This ran so much deeper between the two of them. As quietly as possible they closed the door and went back to bed. Neither ever said anything to the others. But they knew.

When River became a player in his life, and later his wife, many will say he had moved on or forgotten Rose. But that was never the case. River knew everything about Rose. She knew of what they were, and what they still were even with dimensions between them. But just like Rose, River saw the Doctor as who he truly was. Not just who he showed the worlds he traveled to and from. She accepted him, and in turn she also accepted Rose. She was never jealous of her, nor upset with what they shared. She knew where she stood but she also knew where he stood. She also knew that it would all be okay, because as sad and terrifying as it would be - if the doctor were to die she knew that no dimensional barrier would be able to keep those two separated, plus when she passed, when her time was right, she also knew she would finally get to meet the woman who saved the doctor.

This is not to say they weren’t lovers, or dating, or more. But they were also something so much more important to one another. They were a missing piece of the others soul. Something you can live without, but you are never truly living unless you have it. River Song was his heart, oh but Rose Tyler? She was his soul. She kept him alive, kept him fighting, she made him kind and passionate while also protective beyond measures. She saved him, even after she was gone. It’s why she was “The Moment” and why if he asked to see someone he liked the tardis would show him her, would show him of their adventures together. He would trade anything to be with her again, her heartbeat pressing rapidly into his fingers on her wrist, but if all he would get was an afterlife with her - with everyone he missed. He would take it, he just hoped she’d be able to take care of them all until he could meet her there.

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kendollxroy · 11 months

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Can we address how Kendall admits to everyone that without this company, without the CEO masthead he will die. And then can we also acknowledge how after that is said he stutters his way through a sentence he can’t finish, trying to reverse fate, and never speaks again. We watched him die there and then. Kendall Roy, KLR, is no more. He’s just resigned to background noise in the office and a sad man occupying a park bench.

#i love him #i hate him #I need someone with better words to understand me #I just can’t stop thinking about this #about how he truly just withered away and died on screen #physical death or not Kendall Roy is no more #he’s spiritually dead without this company #without his father #the centre of his life #his soul #even his middle name #truly brilliant #kendall roy #hbo succession #succession

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virgochalet · 1 year

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#rami malek #i love him #his eyes #his soul #my soulmate

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thestuffedalligator · 5 months

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So usually when an imaginary friend is a real thing in a story, it’s either a demon or a ghost or some supernatural boogeyman that probably wants to eat the kid they’ve befriended (Mama, a couple of the Paranormal Activity movies), or “imaginary friends” are just treated as a real thing in the setting, and if a child just thinks hard enough they can manifest a friend into existence (Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, Happy).

And somewhere in the middle is an area where the imaginary friend in question is real and they are supernatural, but they aren’t malevolent, and they aren’t entirely honest about what they are. Like maybe they’re a fairy or a god or some kind of boggle from mythology, but they just got caught by a six year old and they don’t have time to get into it, so they just go “…Yes. I’m your imaginary friend. We haven’t met. How do you do.” And then they stick around because they do love this kid, and if you’re a boggle from mythology in the modern day good food is really hard to come by.

And at some level. That’s what I think Hobbes is.

#imaginary friends #calvin and hobbes #hobbes lives in some kind of level of existence calvin isn’t aware of #but fundamentally calvin doesn’t seem to care #to calvin hobbes is a particularly well spoken and occasionally insufferable friend who happens to be shaped like a tiger #and who he loves to the very bottom of his soul #all of which is true and so hobbes isn’t in a rush to correct him #10k #20k

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wordswithloveee · 28 days

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#dpxdc #ghost king danny #The Joker makes a deal with Danny #Danny knows he should accept but he really hates clowns #so he asked for what he would never ask for #his soul #the Joker accepted because he didn't care very much #he just wanted Batman alive #Bruce came back from the dead and scared his family #Danny ended up with the Joker's soul #but obviously he didn't want it #so he gave it to someone who wanted it #that is to say the cute halfa with anger problems that was killed by the clown #dp x dc #dc x dp #deadonmain #Jason believes that giving him the soul of his greatest enemy is a strange form of courtship

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greykolla-art · 2 months

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Charlie: “I’m so glad my most villain-coded friend is at full power again! 🥰💕”

*throws this to you angst goblins like raw steak* ❤️

(No I will not do a part 2!❤️)

#grey art #hazbin hotel comic #hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #hazbin alastor #alastor #auntie grey needs to take a nap now Jesus Christ #I’m really happy this fixation is pushing me to do grand comic projects like this- but I’m TIRED.#😂😂😂#my theory is that alastor wants Charlie’s soul cause she’s insanely powerful or special #and she could probably take him out in one strike #but she would never do that cause she is so sweet and lovely #she’s like a gentle giant in terms of power #but she’s not stupid or childish or meek #she’s such a compassionate leader and good friend I love her so much #and then there’s alastor with his manipulative charismatic energy #I think he’ll underestimate her in the end #man i’m so tired #hazbin hotel fanart

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hiddenobject-fanblog · 3 months

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His Soul (Chapter 7)

A Taste of Freedom

Pairings: Curioso/Reader, Curioso/The Detective

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Upon Curioso’s radio silence, you did the only thing you could do, which was to telephone the local police and inform them of what you’d found. There was still something itching you about this case, about the missing part of the story you hadn’t uncovered. Who put a concealing spell on the house? Was there someone in town capable of conjuring magic that you didn’t know about? And more importantly, were they still a threat ?

You didn’t know what to do. You were missing several bits of information that Curioso learned in your place. Valuable intel that he was choosing not to disclose to you. For this reason, you informed the officers that there was someone still at large - but when you mentioned spells and magic, they laughed in your face and waved you off. You felt incredibly insulted as you stormed off to your car, tossing Curioso’s box haphazardly into the passenger seat in a fit of rage.

You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down. This wasn’t the first time you’d been ridiculed on the job. In fact, if it weren’t for your witnesses, your case of the missing collectors would’ve been a laughingstock at the police station. You turned your head and noticed the box was tipped over. Your anger gradually simmered into guilt, and you leaned over to right your mistake and buckle him carefully into the seat.

You let out one last sigh and started up your car, heading on your route back to the agency. You had a lot of paperwork to file with this case and you wanted to get a head start on that. You also planned to make a call to Brianna tonight, hopefully before the authorities could inform her on her wife’s whereabouts…you didn’t look forward to anything that awaited you, come to think of it.

Your eyes glanced over to the box as you drove, noticing it was still dark and Curioso had yet to say a single word. The guilt pooled in your stomach and made you feel terrible. You ruined things, didn’t you? It had all been so promising…he was helping you with this case and even gave you the last piece to the puzzle to solve it.

You’d have to make it up to him. But how ?

You pulled up to the building and parked your car around back, unbuckling the box and carrying it in your hands. Once you entered your office, you made sure the sign was still closed and locked up behind you. You didn’t plan on going anywhere else unless it was necessary. You’d had such a long day…and you needed to recover from the sights you’d seen. It was all terribly morbid.

You took a seat at your desk and moved the box to the edge of your workspace, collecting your writing utensils and the paperwork you had to file. May as well get your duties out of the way before tackling anything else.

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It was dark outside by the time you finished. The lamp on your desk was the only source of light. You stood from your chair and stretched, heading to the wall so you could flick on the light switch. It engulfed the room in artificial illumination and you moved your attention back to Curioso. Still no red or blue lights…but he had to be in there, listening and seeing.

You approached it and leaned on the edge of the wood tiredly. You doubted anything else could go wrong today. What would be the harm in testing something with him?

“Curioso,” You spoke up, clearing your throat after having not spoken for hours. “I’m going to let you out.”

You didn’t get a response right away, and you were about to repeat yourself until the gems of the box flashed a gorgeous blue. Then the red accompanied it, and you knew he was present again. At least he wasn’t going to make this hard…why would he pass up the opportunity to get out? The thing he’d been begging from you since day one?

“..Are you sure?” His tone was skeptical. You couldn’t blame him after your actions today.

You crossed your arms and looked away. “You were right. I hold no trust for you. Even though it was completely warranted with what happened at Andrew Collins’ house…you did nothing wrong today. You hadn’t escaped and you helped me like you promised. I was the one who betrayed you, and I’m sorry for it.”

The colors began to dim and you worried he was going away, but it must’ve reflected his emotions. His voice sounded softer as he replied to you.

“Thank you for admitting your mistake, Detective.”

You weren’t sure you appreciated his cocky words, but it was better than nothing. At least you two were communicating again.

“I’ll let you out tonight, but you have to promise me you won’t leave this building and do anything… crazy . Just look around and get familiar here. I figure this is your home as long as I have you, so you may as well get to know the place.”

He seemed to favor this suggestion, as a faint mist began to pool around his containment. “I won’t let you down. Not like you’ve done with me .”

“I get it. Just tell me how I can get you out.”

You were still uncertain because you had little knowledge on how this thing worked. You’d pressed a couple of gems earlier and it altered your reality. You didn’t want to go pressing random things on it for that reason…You’d made a lucky guess earlier on how to trap Curioso back inside, but you had absolutely no idea how to get him back in . You had a feeling he wouldn’t be as willing to tell you that himself.

“It’s simple. Press the pattern of these symbols as I show you.”

Your eyes widened as strange markings magically presented themselves on top of the wood that protected its casing. Then, one of them lit up - holding its charge until it went dim again. You furrowed your eyebrows together as you hesitantly pressed on it with your forefinger, then heard a satisfying noise click within the box.

Holy hell. Was it actually working?

Another symbol lit up, but this was when you hesitated. Curioso noticed your long pause as the markings slowly faded away. He sounded confused and impatient. “Something the matter?”

“I’ll let you out, but…” Your gaze hardened. “You also have to show me how to put you back in .”

You could hear his dissatisfied groan. You crossed your arms, refusing to budge in this agreement. You wouldn’t be letting him out unless he showed you everything .

“Must you worry about such trivial details? There’s no good reason for me to go back-”

“-It’s not a punishment. I just want you in that box while I’m sleeping.”

“I promise I won’t go through your things..! Well. Maybe I will a LITTLE, but-”

“It’s not that I’m concerned about.”

You were expressing your consistent worry about him escaping and leaving. He could teleport anywhere he wanted, but how far did that exactly go? He destroyed the box before, so there was no way you were letting him out without your supervision. Just…too many factors to worry about, and you still didn’t trust him completely. Even doing this was pushing your boundaries - you were way more comfortable with letting him sit in there, but…you had a feeling this would atone for the mistake you made today.

“Ugh. Fine . To bring me back, you enter THIS pattern instead.”

You watched as the symbols returned, a pattern flashing before your eyes. You rushed to grab a nearby notebook and pencil, demanding Curioso to repeat it so you could write them down. He seemed even more displeased with this action, but lit the markings in the correct order again. You gave him a satisfied nod and smile, still clutching the small pad in your hand so you could write down the other combination.

“These better not be any fake or deceiving codes you’re giving me,” You warned.

“I’m afraid there’s no way you could possibly know. You’ll just have to trust me.”

Hmm. You’ll have to solve that predicament soon, then. You gave a reluctant nod and allowed him to show you the first pattern he was going to make, pressing it along with his instructions and writing it down afterwards. The moment the last entry was made, a bright flash came before you…much like it had in that house you were investigating several hours ago. It blinded you for a few seconds and you lifted your arm to cover your eyes while it happened.

After a moment passed in silence, you lowered your appendage and looked forward with wide eyes. A tall jester stood before you, who was currently leaning down to properly look you in the eye. You were met with a familiar set of sharp teeth, ones that reminded you of a predator. You recalled how his mouth attempted to bite you when it replaced the handle on Andrew Collins’ door. You shivered at the memory, knowing you had barely gotten your fingers out of the way in time.

“Detective,” Curioso spoke. Despite his voice being pretty clear from the box, it had another layer of clarification to it - like you knew you were dealing with the real thing. “How kind of you to set me free .”

You decided not to be intimidated by him. Hell, you imprisoned him twice and bested him in a game of collections. What did you have to fear? You fixed your posture and met him at your full height. You were still at least 3 heads shorter than him. He was taller than an average human, and it was almost offsetting…

“You are to look around and not touch anything,” You directed firmly.

He tilted his invisible head at you - you could only tell by the movement of his mask and top hat. “What if there’s a really good book that I want to read?”

“Run it by me first.” You rushed over to make sure the front door was locked. Not like that could really stop him…but still. “Try not to touch anything in the office, you can poke around upstairs in my apartment.”

“Hmm,” Was all you heard.

You turned around and found him looking around your office. He had his hands clasped behind his back, exaggerating it like a child would after you told them not to touch anything. You could almost imagine him whistling innocently to accompany the action, and you wondered if he could even do that . You really couldn’t tell where he was looking, either - he had no irises you could track, and you could only judge his direction by where his mask faced. It hadn’t really bothered you before when you met him, but now it made you uneasy.

He reached the other end of the room and stopped moving. You couldn’t help following his tracks and found him staring at your previous cases hanging around the wall - your proud memorabilia that you’d once added him to. He hadn’t moved his attention from it for a long time, and when you were about to go elsewhere, he suddenly turned around to face you.

“Can I read these ?” He pointed a mechanical finger to one of the dossiers.

You shook your head. “No. Maybe someday I’ll tell you about them, though.”

His figure slouched, and you had a feeling he’d be rolling his eyes if he had any. “This is so lame. If I’d have known I couldn’t DO anything, I would’ve never asked you to take me out.”

“Oh, well,” You couldn’t hide the smirk in your voice, walking back to your desk to turn the lamp off. “I guess you’ll have to get used to touching with your eyes.” You straightened your back as the implication dawned on you. “Ah, that’s not offensive to say, is it?”

You froze when you realized he wasn’t standing there anymore. You’d just caught the strange sight of a flash when you turned around. It was clear that he just teleported somewhere, and there were really only two places he could be under your rules right now. That was, if he was choosing to follow them…

“ Shit ,” You swore under your breath, rushing to lock up down here and hurry up the stairs. You were not okay with the idea of leaving him by himself in your living arrangements.

You practically ran up the stairs and threw open the door to your small apartment above. You didn’t see the place in any disarray, but you also didn’t see Curioso, either. You stepped inside and locked up behind you, moving all your focus to finding the magical jester as soon as you could. You really should’ve told him to tell you before he teleported off anywhere - there was no way you knew where he was coming and going from otherwise.

“Curioso?” You called into your apartment. It wasn’t that big of a place, you were bound to stumble on him somewhere -

“- Detective !” His voice joyfully called back to you. You followed it to see him in your bedroom looking at the pictures you had on the wall. “Was this you in high school? Look at the size of your braces!”

You sighed in relief knowing he was still here. It didn’t take him long to start looking through your things…but you could understand that. There wasn’t much to look at up here, all your interesting things were in your office. He’d find nothing but relics from your past up here. That fact didn’t bother you all too much.

“Can you PLEASE tell me before you go teleporting off somewhere?” Your words came out harsher than you intended. You were still worked up over that small panic you had. “I had no clue where you went.”

“I didn’t know that was part of the rules,” He replied, sitting on your bed and feeling around the covers. “If it makes you happy, then I will.”

A few beats passed before he stood from your bed and looked at you standing in the doorway. You assumed he meant to leave and walked back into the living room. Curioso followed you from behind, then went to poke his imaginative nose through your kitchen. You were more wary of him being in there…having not removed any of your knives or whatever else could be used as a weapon in there-

“You have me thinking,” His voice caught your attention. You made your way to where he was and found him reading the notes you’d stuck to the fridge. The mask soon faced you. “Am I truly free if you are to cage me here, Detective?”

“I…” Your weight leaned against the door, filled with the strangest feeling of shame.

He was right, but things had to be this way. It just wouldn’t work if he was granted unlimited freedom - people would be shocked at the sight of him on the streets. He would cause chaos. He could trap human souls within his grasp - for all you knew, Curioso could very well be a criminal. But that was a harsh label to assign to him, you thought. It was safer for everyone if he was kept out of sight.

“It’s just the way it has to be.” You told him with a serious look in your eyes, leaving no room for questioning with this subject.

“I see,” His voice went quiet and defeated.

It almost drove a knife through your heart, but you held firm. It was the only choice and you both knew it.

But something about it made you feel it wasn’t right.

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