AAAAAAAAA AFTER MONTHS THIS IS FINALLY DONE!!!!! Not gonna ramble too much and get right to it! This was inspired by Bloodstain Fool by @naffeclipse (wonderful original detective au by @/sunnys-aesthetic!), because I am very much not normal about this man! gonna have to be divided in two parts because of the image limit gfklhdsñjkh
Here is part one, plus a bit of an introduction! (edit: added the alt text!)
I hope you enjoy!! <3
(content warnings: uuuh nothing too out there that wouldn't be in the main fic. Mentions of blood and violence, and uuuh unsafe self-modification practices? That's the best way I can think to explain it gkjdhgsfkj, and that's all I think!)
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The first spark feels familiar.
A sensation he last felt so long ago now.
(Not long enough. Never long enough)
It invades his systems in an instant, and yet it has always felt like an eternity. Joints locking up. Optics glitching out. Senses daring to escape his iron grip.
A spark is all he gets to hear before an array of errors and alarms and pain flood his mind.
(Pain always ovetakes it all in the end)
A spark is all it takes to start a fire.
A spark is what started the fire.
The burning within him. Overheating metal and wires and oil.
The internal inferno that took root in his head, as part of his very existence, consuming him alive.
Just a spark.
Enough to ignite the flames that he has been gradually (painstakingly, arduously, hopefully) smothering for some time now right back to being a raging hell that threatens to engulf him until there is nothing left.
Rage.
Rage is all he knows. What pushes him through the spasms.
Rage has him making sense of the glitches in his vision and set a target.
He is not the same as back then.
The target aims at him again. Presses down on the trigger.
His head twitches out of his control. He takes another step towards the target.
The target's smile falters and presses again. Again. Again.
Everything.
Turns.
Red.
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It's not uncommon for Eclipse to simply go off the radar and not reappear for a while. This you have learned from your dear detectives.
This time though? Your gut is yelling that there is something off.
For one, the day before he made his disappearance act, he had gone on one of his hunts. It was late at night, so it would be expected that he would arrive at the station to collect his pay the next day.
He did not.
For two...
The scene he left behind was a bloodbath.
A part of you wants to insist you are not surprised at all, aprehension about the tendencies of the violent animatronic, plus some lingering distrust, bubbling instinctually to the surface.
The rational part of you, that had seen and now accepted his genuine efforts to tear off the venom that he's been living off until recently from his system, tells you that there is a puzzle piece missing and you need to go and find it.
Detective Sun and detective Moon seem to agree with you. By the way detective Sun keeps glancing at the phone with increased frequency. By the way detective Moon arrives much later the night following the incident.
By the third morning, you decide enough is enough.
You know through the detectives that the only human survivor from the encounter was a recently joined member of the gang Eclipse stormed for his hunt. The kid was taken in and interrogated, but in his shaken state the only information they could get from him was that he was actually far from where the fight broke out, having heard a distant buzzing sound just before. Unlucky guy then stumbled on... well, Eclipse's handiwork.
(Or perhaps he was lucky. He was arrested, not taken to the morgue.)
The scene is very much still up to the brim with cops, not that you think you would get much from it if the detectives didn't share much else about the whole situation.
So that leaves you to hunt down the trail of the bounty hunter.
Under the harsh midday sunlight, after hours running around, you curse the sneaky bastard's ability to somehow go unnoticed if he so wishes while being as massive as he is.
Yet you catch wind of one or two people getting a glimpse of the robot, and that's enough to finally direct you to a general area where he might be. You suspect that you don't yet know all the locations of his safehouses, but at this section of the city at least, you are pretty certain there are no other places that could serve him well than those you have pinpointed.
Reaching the entrance of the most secluded one, you reach for your hair, and pull a pin secured by the ribbon that ties it up.
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here's the link for part 2!
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