An Object's Guide To Murder - Firepound AU

After a week, Fireball and Chip Stack slowly gathered more evidence, one by one, and connecting them.

"Who do you think it is then?" Chip Stack asked. Holding a bread in his hand.

"We just started, I'm not jumping onto conclusions yet." Fireball stated. "Anyways, what are we even doing in this car?" Chip Stack curiously asked.

"I dunno, just to stare at the lake."

"Oh, right! Isn't this the lake Pound almost drowned the car in?"

"Don't ever remind me of that again."

"Alright."

Chip Stack stared at the other bread, picking it up and holding it in front of Fireball.

"No thanks." Fireball looked away and stepped out of the car trunk. (They were sitting on top of it)

"Wanna help me out catch some fishes?!" Fireball waved at Chip Stack.

"How the hell will I do that without a fishing rod?!" Chip Stack shouted at Fireball.

"Plus, I won't even be able to see it."

"Fine."

Chip Stack only watched Fireball trying to catch fishes bare handed. He looked around the trees surrounding the lake.

"Hey..." Fireball looked at the ground.

"Isn't this...?"

Chip Stack noticed the sudden mood change, he hopped off the car trunk and walked to Fireball.

"Oh." Chip Stack widened his eyes.

Fireball stared into the camera, it looked like it has seen some days.

Fireball picked it up, inspecting the broken camera.

"Dude, you okay there? Chip Stack tapped his shoulder.

Fireball saw a photo in the camera, surprisingly, it wasn't wet.

He rubbed his thumbs into it, picking it up from the camera. It looked like some plant in it

"How— how did this end up here..?" Fireball stammered. He glanced over to Chip Stack, who shrugged over it.

Fireball's eyes went back to the photo, he looked like he was on the verge of crying.

"Chip Stack... do you remember when I told you Pound bought a camera for our date?"

"Yeah?" Chip Stack replied, looking confused.

"Ohh..." He realized.

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Days seemed as if they'll never end.

Fireball stared into his ceiling, holding the camera on top of his chest.

Chip Stack thought that camera was glued to Fireball, or Fireball himself was glued to it.

Fireball hasn't talked to Chip Stack for a while, ever since they went to the lake.

Knock knock.

"Who's there?" Fireball shouted, at least he tried to.

He heard the door open, as he thought he had already locked it. Fireball ran to the entrance to see Chip Stack standing there.

"Oh, it's you."

"Well, yes, it is indeed me."

"Shut up."

"Dude, you haven't spoken to me for days! Did that camera really impact you that badly?!"

"You know why."

"Alright— alright! Chill."

Chip Stack followed Fireball to the kitchen, only to receive glances from Fireball. Looks like it isn't the right time to talk.

He just noticed that Fireball is still holding the camera, keeping it to his chest.

"Why the hell are you still here?"

"I just wanted to talk to you."

"Gee, this is also the last thing I expect for you to do." Fireball crossed his arms, still holding the camera.

...

"What's wrong?! Get out already!" Fireball weakly yelled.

"Dang, okay okay!"

He walked to the entrance, looking back to Fireball with his eyes still glued to the camera.

'I don't think he even moved on.' Chip Stack though.

A/N:

Hello!!! Sorry for how ooc the characters are here, remember that this is a fan fiction with my own headcanons!

-Starrie