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if you don't like excessive swearing, and, yknow, murder (cnsidering the show i'm writing for), i recommend you scroll

all good? alr

presenting robocar poli but;

you're all going to hell

the day after, 8:27 am

Spooky had always been weird.

Unimaginable stupidity was a ploy for him. Nothing was impossible when it came to his tiny mind and his impoverished grasp on common sense.

But in this situation, it seemed to be the right decision believing him.

"Are you sure?" Poli asked once again, eyeing the pile of cement near miles from Spooky's home.

"I- i'm a hundred percent sure, Poli! This can't be some kind of weird coincidence!" Spooky frantically retaliated. "I heard weird noises and..."

Murders in Broomstown were incredibly rare.

the day when it happened, 11:57 pm

Midnight struck as Bruner chugged on another shot of booze. Everyone was practically drunk off their mind. Well, except Poke.

Bruner was still slightly sober when he spoke, "Oh, God. I think I'm on my twentieth shot."

Poke tensed up as he and Bruner were the only ones awake at the moment. Everyone passed out or was muttering something stupid in their dreams. Poke simply smiled at the ongoing drunk infront of him.

Bruner came to his senses and looked at Poke in the eyes. "Come on, dude, i'm not that drunk yet!" Bruner said as he placed his shot glass down. "Let's drive ourselves home, you look like you want to die in a matter of seconds."

Poke sighed in relief.

"We're taking Mickey's vehicle." Bruner stated, the drunk kicking in his voice. Poke wanted to argue, but instead complied hesitantly, as he knew how arguing with drunk Bruner would be like. "Fuck, you're driving, Poke."

As they got into their respective seats, they drove off away from the site, leaving the others with a sick hangover. Bruner looked at the side mirror, Mickey drunkenly fumbles his way trying to follow his vehicle, but stumbles into a pile of logs Bruner forgot to place inside the site. He chuckled, but his smile faded when Mickey got back up.

"We should've took mine." Bruner groaned. "Shit."

Poke looked at him with all the concern of a mother and a face that said told you so in the most condescending tone.

"Are we gonna help him?" he said in sign language, before scurrying to hold the wheel again.

"Mmmm... hell no." Bruner said with the smallest amount of worry. "He can handle himself. He never helped me when he took my vehicle and I was practically limping across a fucking pile of thorns drunkenly while he continued driving away."

Poke fought the urge to help Mickey. The dude was practically suffering on the road. He suddenly stopped the cement mixer and held the door handle.

"Come on." Poke was smiling.

Bruner wasn't having any of it.

"Oh, come on, fucking hell, Poke." he groaned, and dragged Poke out of the driver's seat, leaving him shocked. "I'm driving."

Poke's eyes widened horrifyingly, as his legs were on Bruner's lap and his head hit the window in the passengers seat, he eyed bottles of gin tucked under the vehicle. He quickly grabbed one and showed it to Bruner, pointing his finger to the bottle then to the drunk in a terrified manner.

"I know i'm fucking drunk, Poke. I'm just-" the cement mixer started driving again. "-getting revenge on this bitch."

Poke knew it was gonna be horrible.

Bruner drove so fast that Poke couldn't sit straight as he kept hitting his head. His hands tried taking control of the wheel, but his position prevented him from doing it. The bottles broke as Bruner did a hard turn, completely forgetting the weight of the vehicle. This wasn't some race car one can throw around.

Poke appalled at the many households they were probably interuppting and breaking their sleep right now. They might call the rescue team, which he really, really hoped. They can fix this problem. Even under the hands of a coldblooded psychopath.

(Yeah, right. You puny bitch.)

If only he could speak, Poke would be screaming slurs at Bruner.

Bruner took a right turn into Apple street. The momentum slowed down. Bruner looked at the side mirror again, Mickey was nowhere on the road. His drunk ass laughed, and Poke was just glad he didn't crash into anything. He was so happy he could cry.

The drive went slowly after that. Bruner parked near an empty area of the street.

"Why're you crying?" Bruner asked as he helped Poke up into a tolerable position after the one he suffered through.

Poke slapped Bruner, leaving a red mark on his cheek as he continued sobbing, happy that he's alive after the ruckus.

"You fucking said we're going home and you take the wheel and almost got us in danger! You should've let me drive further!" Poke said in sign language, fuming so hard. He could almost slam his feet on the ground if he didn't notice the copious amount of glass shards and spilling booze under his feet. He quickly put away the glass behind with his boots.

"Come on, now. I had to take my revenge on poor old Mickey." Bruner laughed as he leaned back on the seat.

Poke continued sobbing until he calmed down when Bruner popped open another bottle that didn't break when his driving skills were put to the test. He rolled his eyes. "Another one?" he looked at Bruner, unsurprised. Bruner shrugged.

While he enjoys another bottle, Poke spots something in the distance. He tapped Bruner's right arm as he motions him to look at their front.

It was two glowing red lights in the middle of the road.

"That's not something you see everyday." Bruner muttered.

The creature (?) looked oddly familiar, a faint white and pink outline emerged from the glowing light.

"It could possibly fucking kill us." Poke looked at him as his hands did frantic sign language. He was clearly scared. Bruner could feel the quiver in his movements.

"Shit." he stepped on the gas pedal, rerouting the cement mixer to parking, and tried to turn around. Poke kept his eye wide and terrified on the fascinating specimen, not moving an inch. But it seemed like it did as the body was... floating closer?

Poke repeatedly tapped Bruner's shoulder as a sign to hurry up. Bruner couldn't keep his eyes of the specimen as well. "I'm trying!" he shouted as he reached a consensus. "I'm gonna get going-"

In their utter panic, Bruner realized the state of his drunkeness.

"You should drive this-"

Poke didn't care at that point. He signaled Bruner to keep going. As the other kept the car going, Poke kept watching the specimen, staring in the distance as Bruner wobbly drove the cement mixer, almot htting a tree.

"Are we getting the fuck away-" Bruner said, out of breath. Poke nodded frantically. Bruner sighed in relief as he kept his shitty driving up. He stopped near an empty street. "Let's switch places."

But before the two could do that, a loud bang conversed on the driver's seat door.

"Oh my God. The thing caught up to us-"

"Fucking hell, you two!" Mickey shouted, angrily drunk.

"Oh."

Mickey caught up to the two.

the day after, 8:54 am

"Spooky saw a guy get killed." Posty said nonchalantly.

"What?" Cap fathomed, almost slamming his hands on Posty's office table. "What the fuck?"

"Yeah." Posty added, "Dude got dumped in cement! Shame."

"Y- you sound like you don't care." Cleany quivered.

"I don't. It's not my fault that the guy got killed!"

"Who are they?" Cleany asked.

"Don't know. The rescueteam are still tryna carve out the person."

"Yeah, yeah, but why?" Cap asked, genuinely confused. He sat down on Posty's office chair. "Why did this shit happen now? It's not everyday someone dies in town-"

"Y'know, I bet it was her." Posty snickered as he forced himself next to Cap, causing the other to frown at his sight. "It makes a lot of fucking sense. A thief, murderer, she's probably planning her next heist about right fucking now-"

"Y- you guys are s- scaring me..." Cleany shoehorned in, looking away from the two.

"It's probably true, though!" Cap agreed, standing up the seat causing Posty to flop on the chair, earning an unintentional moan.

the day when it happened, 12:14 am

"How the fuck- how did you - how are you here?" Bruner asked, incredibly bewildered. He swore he got away from Mickey really quickly.

"Get out of my fucking car!" Mickey shouted so loudly he could've woken the neighbors meters away.

"You idiot, you're drunk!" Bruner spat back. "You shouldn't be driving-"

Poke gave him a contradicting look.

Mickey dropped the bottle and held the door so tightly he could've torn it off, as he lunged towards Bruner. He was truly drunk out of his mind.

"Fuck off!" he aggresively grabbed Bruner's polo and tried pulling him out of the vehicle. But Bruner persisted,

by grabbing onto Poke.

Poke jumped when Bruner's grubby hands reached for his shoulders, ultimately dragging him out of the vehicle along with Bruner no matter how hard his skinny fingers tried to work off Bruner's grip.

The two wereslammed to the ground, Bruner inflicting the most damage as he fell face first on the concrete pavement, while Poke landed on Bruner's soft body before he rolled off in a significantly softer landing.

Mickey hastily got in his vehicle, not a care for the two below him. Bruner groaned as he got up, hearing the sound of the car driving away. He spotted Mickey struggling to drive in a straight path, hitting trash cans and trees, eventualy stopping the vehicle in a random spot where the two's vision could still picture them.

"Fucking idiot."

Poke stood up not long after. He didn't apprieciate Mickey's outburst and Bruner's attempt at saving himself that ultimately led to their demise. He wanted to punch Bruner so badly, but kept his palm open.

"Let's walk home, Poke." Bruner said, looking up at the night sky.

He tapped Bruner's shoulder.

"We should follow Mickey."

Bruner rolled his eyes. "Hell no. He's gonna learn his lesson."

Poke looked dead serious. He grabbed Bruner's wrist and pulled it, practically begging him to go.

Bruner sighed. "Fine." he said unwillingly. "But-" he wiggled his arm out of Poke's grip. "Remember that glowing thing?"

Poke visibly went numb.

"Yeah, Mickey went that fucking direction." They both eyed the road behind them. "We're fucked if we go there, man. It might be close by."

"Don't be dramatic. It's far away from there." Poke glared at him.

"Oh, fine."

The two run to the cement mixer.

the day after, 8:39 am

Roy kept drilling into the block of cement, breaking chucks every minute.

"Are you sure there's someone in here, Spooky?" Roy asked as he looked back at Spooky, who looked like he was about to contemplate life.

"I'm sure! My eyes weren't fooling around!" Spooky lamented, slighlty cowerivng.

"Sure they were." Posty sarcastically remarked, rolling his eyes that it could reach the back of his head. "Why's a big fucking-"

"Language." Amber simply warned, eyeing Posty with a hard glare.

"Fine. Why is a big fricking block of cement inside a grassy area? That's so stu-" he earned another glare from Amber. "-so out of place when you think about it."

"I know, right?" Helly said cheerfully despite the triumph of a possible murder in their hands. "They could've hid the body underground instead of placing it inside a easily spotted cement pile-"

"Helly." Amber said, now serious. Helly immediately quieted down as he took more pictures with the camera in his hands.

"Whatever. This sounds like a fluke. I'm out." Posty reckoned, walking back to his mailvan.

How disrespectful.

the day when it happened, 12:20 am

Mickey was a mess.

Bruner dragged him out of the vehicle. "Come on, dude. You may be a bitch but you can stand up on your own feet." he joked.

Mickey shoved him the middle finger. "Fuck you."

Poke stood before them, anxious of his surroundings.

"C'mere, Poke. Help me with this." Bruner practically demanded, being half drunk himself.

Poke unwillingly came to their rescue and helped Mickey up on his own feet, yet Micked shoved them away ungratefully.

"Told you we should've fucking left him." Bruner murmured to Poke, glancing at him. But he froze.

Glowing red eyes were dragging itself behind the unsuspecting Poke.

"Oh, shit."

Poke tilted his head, seemingly confused. "What is it?" he gestured.

The creature started to lunge at him.

"Look out!"

Bruner hastily pushed Poke out of the way, creating a disaster for them as Bruner toppled the latter, ending with him on top of Poke.

"What the fuck?" Mickey simply said. The fine specimen then revealed itself.

Poke could only wish he was dreaming.

"A- amber?"

Bruner harshly whispered as he looked behind. The pink and white ambulance, who was kind and caring in the daylight, had revealed herself to be a terrifying sight.

"Amber? Fuck, help me over here, will you?" Mickey bravely spat to the robot towering over him. "Those shits barely did a fucking thing."

But Amber looked different.

(Not caring, not sweet, just pure terror looming over her.)

"What? Are you just gonna stand there? Fucking get me checked and drive me home, you bitch!"

Bruner began worrying. "Dude, don't say that-"

"Oh, fuck you, Bruner!" Mickey rasped, "You two haven't done a single good thing tonight! You almost hit me with a bottle of vodka, dragged Poke to steal my truck, and I had to fuck over my way to you guys and his bitch right here refuses to help me!"

The two got tense.

"Mickey, stop." Bruner simply said. He slowly walked up. "Let's just fuck off home and-"

"Like you have the common sense to-"

Poke only set his eyes on Amber. She looked awfully eerie and unmoving, something all of them didn't expect. She didn't even try to cool down the fight forming between two idiots.

Then she,

lunged at them.

The ambulance zoomed through the two, hitting them both painfully. Bruner and Mickey tumbled down separated directions, both holding their faces tightly to ease the pain.

"Ah, fuck!" They shouted in surprising unison.

Bruner's mind was clouded in dread as Amber hit the cement mixer. He was in utter shock as the robot's head slowly turned at his face.

His incredibly,

horrified,

face.

"Oh, shit."

Amber ran to him like he was a wanted criminal. Bruner tried crawling away as he didn't have enough time to stand up.

Poke was dumbfounded and absolutely scared shitless. His eyes scurried between his two friends, the one unconcsious and the other escaping death. He boggled about which one to save.

Which one...

the day after, 9:34 am

"This is taking forever." Roy complained.

The drill was in full power, yet they could only go so far as to half of the block of cement. The rest were already bored waiting for the outcome and left Roy to suffer by himself.

Well, except Amber.

"Do you mind if I help you?" she asked, a hopeful smile plastered on her robot exterior.

"No need, Amber." Roy said, exhausted from his workload. "I can handle this myself. You should go back to base with Helly and Poli."

"And leave you here?" Amber said, "I would never, Roy! I like watching you do these tiring workload!"

"Even if it will take up most of your lifespan."

Amber chuckled.

"As long as it's you, i'm glad to spend my time moping around."

A smile rised on Roy's face.

Before the fun culd continue, the drill hit an unexpected piece of plastic. It bounced off as Roy jumped from the friction. "What the hell?"

He looked down the hole to check.

"No."

the day when it happened, XX:XX

"Why, Poke?"

They were rattling in a bush for the past minute, shaking in fear of the robot out in the wild.

"Why?" Bruner repeated, his voice slightly louder.

Poke pressed his hands together, inclining a response.

"I don't know."

"Was it because I was closer to you? Am I just less of an asshole-"

Poke signaled for him to shut up when he heard the clink of metal scrape across the grass.

"Shit."

Bruner and Poke slipped their heads slightly out of the bush. An unconscious Mickey is set aside next to Amber, who was digging a hole. The cement mixer's tube was facing Amber and the to-be-created hole.

"Is she gonna bury him alive?" Bruner said, completely unfazed.

Poke didn't have time for Bruner's bullshit. His blood ran cold every dig. He tapped Bruner's shoulder.

"We need to escape right fucking now."

Bruner pressed his lips into a fine line. "I'm not watching someone die."

Slowly but surely, they crawled away from the unfolding crime scene.

A loud thud stopped them.

Bruner turned around, looking at Mickey's hanging body held up by a robot arm. He held Poke's hair and sloshed him to the ground. "Look." he muttered.

Poke gave him a panic-striken, irritated look. They were about to escape being the next victim, but he was forced out of his own will to watch someone die, not to mention the fact that Bruner contradicted his own words previously stated.

Mickey's body was carelessly dropped into the impressively speedily digged up hole. Judging by the sound of the drop, Poke could've imagined it to be six feet deep.

Poke desperately wanted to tell Bruner to get going, it only sufficed due to the risk of being caught.

Suddenly, Amber walked up to the cement mixer and ripped open the door. The faint crank of a lever could be heard.

"Oh."

"She's killing him,

by suffocating him

in-"

Cement slushed out of the tube.

"Ugh..." Mickey's voice cracked. "Wha- what the fuck-"

Poke could feel the terror.

"He's gonna drown in cement." Bruner murmured.

"You're not living another day." Amber's voice said, so different from her usual sweet tone, so-

tragic.

Cement poured down while Mickey screams slowly, painfully muffled.

the day after, 3 pm

"I still can't believe that was Mickey's body." Helly muttered, the numbness circulating.

"What kind of horrible monster would do such a thing?" Amber weeped.

She sat in her designated chair, plotting down all the patrol areas.

Her face was stoic.

She didn't care.

"May Mickey rest in peace, and whoever killed him go to hell." Mr. Builder said with pure rage and sadness.

Bruner and Poke silently looked at each other.

Bruner moved closer to Poke's ear.

"Should we tell the rescue team?"

"Should we tell her?"

-///-

the long awaited chapter one has sufficed from the dead

eat up imaginary audience

and you must be wondering, how the hell did spooky see the murder unfold? you gotta wait another week /j

#robocar poli #you're all going to hell au #well this first chapter dragged on like shit #first death woohoo #pure stupidity at its finest #keepin bruner alive a bit longer #srry for the ppl who voted for him lol #robocar poli fandom #they're just stupid #robocar poli au

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