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i think they deserve a little nap, as a treat

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"So apparently, some rumor is going around about me being locked up in a basement? Yeah, right. Like I would let someone get one over on me like that. I've just been busy. The city never sleeps, so neither do I."

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There's a quick, yet powerful, knock on Abes door.

Only, when opened, no one is there. Just a container of soup, still hot and ready to be eaten with the accompanied spoon (Which looks like a dinosaur!)

On top of the container is a note.

'So that you don't starve. Hope you like broccoli cheddar!'

Abe can't help but raise an eyebrow at the knock, wondering who it could be. "Yeah, come in."

Except no one does.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, he gets up to open the door, thinking they didn't hear or he's being pranked again. What he isn't expecting to see is a lone container filled with... soup? Picking it up, a slight huff of amusement leaves him at the spoon before he's reading the note.

Normally, he would be weary of anything left unattended outside his door unless it was an official package, but... he had a feeling of who it's from. And he skipped lunch. And he does like broccoli cheddar.

"Hm... nice of 'em." He grumbles before going back into his office.

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'12, 22, 38, 45

Be specific, Abe!'

-Dexter (Written down on a sticky note since his mouth is gone lol)

Abe lets out a sigh, but if you squint, it's possible to see the slightest twitch at the corner of his lips. A near smile, perhaps? "Figures you would want to know a bunch of these." There's no annoyance in his tone, however.

12. What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

"Uh... a good pun, I suppose? Don't know how to be specific about that. But yeah, puns are usually the way to go."

22. What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

"Swim. I can't swim worth a shit and don't like being near the water much at all."

38. What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

"Uhh... drawing, I guess? I like to sketch alone. Otherwise, my hands get all shaky if I feel like someone is looking over my shoulder or somethin'."

45. What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

"Probably this thing I learned about recently called a... Tick Tock? I don't get it. People record themselves with voice overs of other people, and it just repeats over and over again?? And it's supposed to be fun? No thanks."

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(Ask meme! :D)

42!

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

He would probably talk about the importance of being more aware of your surroundings and how to look out for things that don't seem right. What to do if you think you're being followed, etc. He's seen a lot of cases involving kidnapping and other ugly things, and he would want to help people be prepared.

He would call it 'Street Smarts: How Paying Attention Can Possibly Save Your Ass'

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Tdick twizzler

"Wh... what the hell am I supposed to do with this?"

Two words were written on a sticky note. Abe is... perplexed, to say the least. It certainly wasn't going to help him with the case he had on his board.

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Would anyone like a terrible nsfw joke

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WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

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Abe isn't going anywhere, I promise. I'm taking some time to work on him so I can have a better idea of what kind of character he will be.

Stay tuned. 😉

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Abe couldn't help but find Wilford's excitement contagious, and he was probably one of the few people who could make him feel that way. Cracking a small smile, he nods. "Yeah, it's not a problem."

Getting to his feet, he makes sure he has his gun and badge before checking the clock on the wall. "Oh... damn, yeah, we should probably head out. I can answer any questions on the way."

It's been a minute since he's been this bored.

The interviews were becoming stale. The more guests that came in, the more trouble they had finding new ones. And the less exciting it became. So, he'd made an executive decision. The show would be put on hold for an indefinite amount of time. The 'End of the season' if you will. They had enough backlog episodes to make a whole new season if they wished, so it wasn't like they needed to film anyway.

He needed a new adventure. New inspiration. New stories to tell, things to do, and places to see. A new spark of life!

And who better to go to for adventure than one of his bestest, most beloved friends in the whole, wide world? Who just so happened to also have an interesting career?

Wilford gently knocks on the office door. "Anyone in there?"

-@wilfywarfy

In a very rare instance that was damn near reportable to the local paper, the detective was taking a nap. Leaning back in his chair, feet propped up on his desk, even with his old detective hat draped over his eyes. He hadn't been home in... well, a while. Time meant little to the man who lived through eras without aging a day.

Even with the gentle knock, Abe slept lighter than a helium filled balloon that's accidentally let go at the circus. But he's nowhere near as graceful, and he nearly topples over, saving himself at the last moment with a grunt. Looking around as if to make sure no one saw that little stunt, he clears his throat and wipes at his eyes. "Yeah, 'm here!"

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The clattering of assorted boxes gives Abe just enough time to turn around and barely dodge the knife before he's unceremoniously knocked to the ground. His gun clatters across the floor as he lets out a grunt, staring up at the suspect. They appeared to be the same height but Murdock definitely had more muscle on him. Probably from hauling around dead bodies.

"Well... that wasn't very nice at all." He says through gritted teeth before attempting to kick his legs out from under him.

Well, fuck. Most of the job had gone pretty smoothly. A decent kill, and all he was doing was stringing it up in a warehouse. Everything else was perfectly fine, whistling as Murdock tied up the corpse. One of the windows on had been smashed, so he strung the corpse up as if it was being flung right through it. Hilarious.

Cops and vigilantes alike scare the shit out of him, probably the only people with the power to ever make him stop. This hadn’t been an easy kill, dragging into the early hours of the morning. Perhaps he’d done a little bit of speeding to get there, but he didn’t think he was being followed.

Mostly.

A car had pulled into another lot, but he prayed it was just another serial killer at work. Hopefully he’s alone here.

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Abe had been heading home for the first time in a couple of days (could be a week for all he knew) when he saw it.

A hearse the color of dried blood baking in the sun, blowing right through a stop sign. He hadn't been aware of any bodies needing transport before he left the office, even if he was half paying attention to the radio chatter. And as unusual as it was, he's seen a few people drive them as normal cars in his time. However, they were technically breaking the law...

Heaving a sigh, he begins to follow from a distance, keeping track of where they were going. Certainly not the morgue... it was the direction of the industrial district. And it was too early for anyone to be heading to work quite yet.

Well, shit. Wasn't this interesting.

Pulling into another lot, he grabs his gun and decides to try and get a look from a distance first. Not to keen on getting ambushed if it were multiple people.

[abe-reporting]

Me: thinking of sharing a sinday meme for Abe, like the yes or no kinks one

Abe: M O R T I F I E D

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Moving about the space as cautiously as he can, he strains to hear anything that could alert him to the presence of the killer, trying to keep his own hurried breathing under control. He has the thought of going back to his radio to call for back up, but he didn't want to risk anyone else getting hurt. Or worse.

He could take it. But hopefully, it wouldn't come to that.

Unknowingly, he moves past the hole in the wall that Murdock is hiding in, focusing on a stack of crates near the corner that could hide someone easily enough. "C'mon out, son... if you behave, I can see about getting you some help." Anyone that murders and string up their victims like a marionette clearly had some things going on.

Well, fuck. Most of the job had gone pretty smoothly. A decent kill, and all he was doing was stringing it up in a warehouse. Everything else was perfectly fine, whistling as Murdock tied up the corpse. One of the windows on had been smashed, so he strung the corpse up as if it was being flung right through it. Hilarious.

Cops and vigilantes alike scare the shit out of him, probably the only people with the power to ever make him stop. This hadn’t been an easy kill, dragging into the early hours of the morning. Perhaps he’d done a little bit of speeding to get there, but he didn’t think he was being followed.

Mostly.

A car had pulled into another lot, but he prayed it was just another serial killer at work. Hopefully he’s alone here.

@murderinthemaking

Abe had been heading home for the first time in a couple of days (could be a week for all he knew) when he saw it.

A hearse the color of dried blood baking in the sun, blowing right through a stop sign. He hadn't been aware of any bodies needing transport before he left the office, even if he was half paying attention to the radio chatter. And as unusual as it was, he's seen a few people drive them as normal cars in his time. However, they were technically breaking the law...

Heaving a sigh, he begins to follow from a distance, keeping track of where they were going. Certainly not the morgue... it was the direction of the industrial district. And it was too early for anyone to be heading to work quite yet.

Well, shit. Wasn't this interesting.

Pulling into another lot, he grabs his gun and decides to try and get a look from a distance first. Not to keen on getting ambushed if it were multiple people.

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If it was anyone else, Abe would have rolled his eyes at the mention of TV detectives. But not with Wilford, especially when he acknowledges there is more to it. And his stance on partners was usually very strict; he didn't allow it. Not since the Manor incident.

But Wilford was different, like himself. Not an ordinary human at all. Humming thoughtfully, he poked at some frosting with his fork. "Well... I don't see why not. I actually have to meet with a witness soon. But you have to do as I say and follow my lead, alright?"

It's been a minute since he's been this bored.

The interviews were becoming stale. The more guests that came in, the more trouble they had finding new ones. And the less exciting it became. So, he'd made an executive decision. The show would be put on hold for an indefinite amount of time. The 'End of the season' if you will. They had enough backlog episodes to make a whole new season if they wished, so it wasn't like they needed to film anyway.

He needed a new adventure. New inspiration. New stories to tell, things to do, and places to see. A new spark of life!

And who better to go to for adventure than one of his bestest, most beloved friends in the whole, wide world? Who just so happened to also have an interesting career?

Wilford gently knocks on the office door. "Anyone in there?"

-@wilfywarfy

In a very rare instance that was damn near reportable to the local paper, the detective was taking a nap. Leaning back in his chair, feet propped up on his desk, even with his old detective hat draped over his eyes. He hadn't been home in... well, a while. Time meant little to the man who lived through eras without aging a day.

Even with the gentle knock, Abe slept lighter than a helium filled balloon that's accidentally let go at the circus. But he's nowhere near as graceful, and he nearly topples over, saving himself at the last moment with a grunt. Looking around as if to make sure no one saw that little stunt, he clears his throat and wipes at his eyes. "Yeah, 'm here!"

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"Eh, I dunno... it's a bit derivative, maybe." He calls out loudly. It probably wasn't the best idea to try and piss off a killer, but it wasn't like Abe was worried about dying. Besides, maybe he could get a rise out of the guy and make him mess up somehow.

Heart pounding in his ears like a drum, he slowly turns the know to a room and shoves the door in, quickly looking around and aiming his gun as he scans the space. "How about you come out, and we can talk about it?"

Well, fuck. Most of the job had gone pretty smoothly. A decent kill, and all he was doing was stringing it up in a warehouse. Everything else was perfectly fine, whistling as Murdock tied up the corpse. One of the windows on had been smashed, so he strung the corpse up as if it was being flung right through it. Hilarious.

Cops and vigilantes alike scare the shit out of him, probably the only people with the power to ever make him stop. This hadn’t been an easy kill, dragging into the early hours of the morning. Perhaps he’d done a little bit of speeding to get there, but he didn’t think he was being followed.

Mostly.

A car had pulled into another lot, but he prayed it was just another serial killer at work. Hopefully he’s alone here.

@murderinthemaking

Abe had been heading home for the first time in a couple of days (could be a week for all he knew) when he saw it.

A hearse the color of dried blood baking in the sun, blowing right through a stop sign. He hadn't been aware of any bodies needing transport before he left the office, even if he was half paying attention to the radio chatter. And as unusual as it was, he's seen a few people drive them as normal cars in his time. However, they were technically breaking the law...

Heaving a sigh, he begins to follow from a distance, keeping track of where they were going. Certainly not the morgue... it was the direction of the industrial district. And it was too early for anyone to be heading to work quite yet.

Well, shit. Wasn't this interesting.

Pulling into another lot, he grabs his gun and decides to try and get a look from a distance first. Not to keen on getting ambushed if it were multiple people.

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You won’t die… you will never die, Abe.

He already knew that. At least he was mostly sure of it. If a bullet to the heart wouldn't kill him, it drastically shortened the list of what could. Clearly, not old age... maybe a headshot or decapitation like some kind of zombie?

"Yeah, well... guess not." He mutters quietly.

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Abe cannot die. He wasn't lucky enough to leave the Manor unscathed, changed like everyone else who was present that fateful night.

He can bleed, and he can feel pain, but he can't die.