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Sorry: Kate Reid. Part one

October 14, 1992. I was asked to arrive at the police station early that morning. Like always, I complied. I didn't want to lose my job for simply being late to work. Though that is very unlikely, I didn't want to take any chances. So I got out of my car and walked inside, going over to the front desk to greet Officer Riley.

"Good morning, Officer. Anything new?" I smiled and shook his hand. Officer Riley was a polite man, and always refreshing to have a conversation with.

"Ah, good morning, Detective. No, nothing new today. But the boss wants to see you by 8. Says its important." Officer Riley said. I nodded, checking the time on my watch. 7:50. I decided I should get going and made my way to to Mr. Morrison's office.

When I get there, I knocked on the door. There was no answer. I opened the door slowly, and there he was, sitting in his chair, back turned away from me. He seemed pretty focused on something in his hand that I couldn't make out.

"The Savannah Sorry Slaughter. It happened happened in Savannah 7 years ago, in 1985. A woman, 25, was stabbed in the stomach about 25 times with some sory of sharp object. This object was never found though, and neither was the murderer. The only thing we found was "sorry" written all over the walls in permanent marker, which we also never found."

"Mr. Morrison?" I called out. He turned to me quickly, and without saying a word, he handed me the paper he was holding. I examined it closely, not wanting to miss any detail. I thought there must've been something strange about it to make Mr. Morrison so silent and focused on it, but from what I could tell, it was just a normal homicide case.

"What is this?" I asked him.

"So you want me to solve this case? With what evidence? With what clues?" I asked him, surprised he would even ask me to do such a thing with nothing to go on. He stared at me blankly, as if he was thinking of something to say, something to make this situation better.

"Start at the Savannah Cemetery." He finally said. "That is where she was laid to rest. You may find something useful there. Something about that place makes me wonder if it would help." It was almost like he knew exactly what I would find there, or even worse; knew exactly who committed this murder, but had no evidence. So I nodded, feeling obliged to agree and do as he said.

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erm what are you doing here

anyways im aims and i go by she/gut. i like to write (though i am bad at it) but if you end up liking one of my stories then consider following for more.

/psychoticbabe

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Herbert West x gender neutral reader

Herbert was busy working in his laboratory when you came in. He was so focused that he didn't even hear the door loudly close behind you. He had what looked like an arm in front of him, and he was attaching it to a body.

"Well, hello there, Mr. Scientist..." You said in a flirtatous tone. Herbert almost jumped when he heard you.

"Jesus, Y/N, can you not knock?" Herbert sighed, putting down the arm.

"Oops, my bad, Mr. West, Didn't mean to interrupt your work." You giggled. Herbert gave you a quick small smile and then turned around, rummaging through the various items on his desk. When the finally found what he was looking for, he turned around slowly and held it up in the air.

"The new serum." He called it. It was a syringe with green liquid, though it looked darker than the ones from before.

"Well, why don't you show me what this serum does?" You asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"But... Dan's not here yet." Herbert complained.

"So? Maybe that makes it... Better." You grinned.

"Yes... Perhaps you're right. You are, after all, way more supportive. And I could go without his useless whining today." Herbert agreed, nodding.

Herbert pointed out the feet of the body. "The feet of a ballerina." He pointed to the legs. "The legs of a stripper." The stomach... "The stomach of an anorexic..."

The arms and hands of a lawyer"

"The head of Dan's patiention"

"And the heart of Dan's dead girlfriend."

"And what made you want to make her?" You asked.

Herbert blushed. "Well... It started out as just an experiment, but... well, I guess I suster get lonely..." He confessed.

"You're kidding. You? Herbert West? Lonely?"

"Listen, Y/N, I do not appreciate the soke. I am human which means I have emotions just like do and although I do not believe in love I still like the feeling of caring for someone and being cared for."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Herbert. I didn't mean it..." You apologized profusely.

"It's alright, Y/N. Please just don't ever belittle my feelings." Herbert sighed, turning back to his experiment.

"If I'm being honest, Herbert, I feel the same way." You told him.

He ignored you.

This poor man was so oblivious, he must've never experienced love during his whole life. You felt bad for him.

"Oh my goodness, take a goddamn hint, Herbert!" You blurted out.

Herbert looked at you with a surprised and confused expression.

"What are you talking about?" He asked.

"I'm talking about the fact that you never notice the hints I practically throw at you." You explained.

"What hints?"

You rolled your eyes and cupped his face with your hands. "These hints."

Herbert blushed and stared up at you, your eyes locking. You adored him.

"Y/N, are you trying to tell me that you are attracted to me?" Herbert asked. You grinned and nodded your head, getting in front of him and sitting on his lap.

"You know, for someone so smart.. You can be really stupid sometimes." You giggled.

"Well.. I think I could make time for you in my schedule. I must say, I have always found you very attractive, Y/N."

"I know." You winked. "Im not as oblivious as you are." You smirked, moving in and kissing his lips.