An Object's Guide To Murder - Firepound AU

"Hey Pound! Whaddya wanna eat?"

No response.

"Pound?"

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Pound's POV!! (Yippers!!)

I squinted my eyes to see...

Oh it's gone.

Weird, really.

I could've sworn I saw something, or someone.

I heard Fireball calling for me, though it sounds pretty far.

I should head back, really.

But a noise came from a bush.

Eh, probably an animal or something.

But the noise kept repeating.

I can't help but check out on it.

Welp, sorry Fireball! Hahah.

I inched towards the bush, the noise stopped after.

I saw nothing.

What a waste of time.

Well, I'm just gonna go back to Fireball—

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"Pound! You there?"

Fireball stood up, searching left and right.

"Pound!" Fireball's voice gave up.

"I swear— ugh!"

He tried calling Pound's contact, yet, luck is never there for them.

"Pound—!" His legs eventually gave up.

He managed to stand up, looking for Pound one more time.

He searched through bushes, trees, everywhere.

But yet, no sign of him.