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tamingthemuseTitle: Barrel
Fandom; Dexter
Rating: PG-13, language
Prompt: Myxophobia
“I’m not touching that,” Deb said putting her hands into the air and backing away. She wasn’t one to act prissy, but when something was that disgusting she had too. She stepped out until she was almost at the frame of the door.
“I didn’t know you were afflicted by Myxophobia. Too bad I can’t clean off the extra excrement and slime, but that’d be tampering with evidence and highly illegal,” Masuka said as he made his way through the crime scene tape and into the room with a blue barrel in the corner that Deb was backing away from.
“Dex, he’s not talking in English anymore. You know how much I fucking hate it when he starts talking like that. Tell me what the fuck he was saying. I swear to go if it was perverted I‘ll dunk his head in that stuff,” Deb complained as Dexter did his own duck under the table and strode into the room.
“He is still in the room,” Masuka complained as he pulled out a small bone with a trail of brown slime like substance sticking to it.
“He said he didn’t know you were afraid of slime or he would have cleaned up if he could,” Dexter said barely paying attention to his sister. He went over and looked into the pool of slime figuring it was human remains that had been melting. He’d like to know what they had used those. Lye didn’t work like that and acid did a much better job with the bones. He should know, he’d used the stuff more than once himself. Only he never left a trail behind or a barrel full of bones in a child’s room.
“This phalanx bone is too long. If this was the child from this room it’d be at least double the size. It’s a man’s middle finger phalanx bone or index bone,” Masuka said amusing over the bone like it was a beautiful piece of art. Deb glanced away and tried not to look like she was going to toss her cookies.
“Why would a killer put the remains of a body into the bedroom of a kidnapped eight year old?” Dexter asked looking around the room at the stuffed animals and pink walls. No sign of blood or even a struggle. A lamp had been knocked over by the door, but getting a barrel into this room hadn’t been easy.
“Hey guys,” Quin said rushing into the room and almost vomiting when he saw Masuka still holding the bone fragment.
“Yeah?” Deb said her back to the scene even as Masuka put the finger back into the pool of brownish slush.
“They found her. The little girl who has this room. She says an angel came down and took the mean man away. That the same damn angel left the door and let her escape. They found her walking around a construction zone,” Quin told them and shook his head.
“And then he left a little surprise in her room,” Dexter said turning his head to the barrel where a possible child rapist and kidnapper. If they were a bad guy, this killer could be Dexter’s soul mate or just another psycho.
Fandom; Dexter
Rating: PG-13, language
Prompt: Myxophobia
“I’m not touching that,” Deb said putting her hands into the air and backing away. She wasn’t one to act prissy, but when something was that disgusting she had too. She stepped out until she was almost at the frame of the door.
“I didn’t know you were afflicted by Myxophobia. Too bad I can’t clean off the extra excrement and slime, but that’d be tampering with evidence and highly illegal,” Masuka said as he made his way through the crime scene tape and into the room with a blue barrel in the corner that Deb was backing away from.
“Dex, he’s not talking in English anymore. You know how much I fucking hate it when he starts talking like that. Tell me what the fuck he was saying. I swear to go if it was perverted I‘ll dunk his head in that stuff,” Deb complained as Dexter did his own duck under the table and strode into the room.
“He is still in the room,” Masuka complained as he pulled out a small bone with a trail of brown slime like substance sticking to it.
“He said he didn’t know you were afraid of slime or he would have cleaned up if he could,” Dexter said barely paying attention to his sister. He went over and looked into the pool of slime figuring it was human remains that had been melting. He’d like to know what they had used those. Lye didn’t work like that and acid did a much better job with the bones. He should know, he’d used the stuff more than once himself. Only he never left a trail behind or a barrel full of bones in a child’s room.
“This phalanx bone is too long. If this was the child from this room it’d be at least double the size. It’s a man’s middle finger phalanx bone or index bone,” Masuka said amusing over the bone like it was a beautiful piece of art. Deb glanced away and tried not to look like she was going to toss her cookies.
“Why would a killer put the remains of a body into the bedroom of a kidnapped eight year old?” Dexter asked looking around the room at the stuffed animals and pink walls. No sign of blood or even a struggle. A lamp had been knocked over by the door, but getting a barrel into this room hadn’t been easy.
“Hey guys,” Quin said rushing into the room and almost vomiting when he saw Masuka still holding the bone fragment.
“Yeah?” Deb said her back to the scene even as Masuka put the finger back into the pool of brownish slush.
“They found her. The little girl who has this room. She says an angel came down and took the mean man away. That the same damn angel left the door and let her escape. They found her walking around a construction zone,” Quin told them and shook his head.
“And then he left a little surprise in her room,” Dexter said turning his head to the barrel where a possible child rapist and kidnapper. If they were a bad guy, this killer could be Dexter’s soul mate or just another psycho.
