Brandon


 * Genre - Crime fiction **
 * Character: Crime scene investigator Sebastian **
 * Setting: A school **
 * Story starter: “you can put your hand down now” **


 * “You can put your hand down now,” declared detective Sebastian. Only 16 years of age, Sebastian has become a renowned detective at his school. Although not extremely proficient at solving all types of crimes, sebastian specializes in social cases. Other than his detective abilities, Sebastian is also known for his strange unidentifiable accent. “Kahnt,” he seems to say, in place of the word ‘can’t.’ He is strangely unable to pronounce the vowel ‘a’ in certain contexts. Currently, he is working on the case of a coffee attack. The unfortunate victim, by the name of Saldanha, was mysteriously drenched in hot coffee. “The offender was too blitz,” he declared. “I was unable to discover his identity”. Other clues include coffee stains on the lunch tables as well as a half eaten sandwich. Sebastian tries to stop Saldanha from raging, but fails. He likes to accentuate his claimed amount of charisma, also known as swag. **


 * On normal occasions, with his swag, he was able to go through any seemingly insurmountable impasse that obstructed his path. But this case was a pickle. Sebastian did not know how to proceed. How did the coffee end up of the face of Saldanha without any suspects present at the scene? Why Saldanha? These questions boggled his mind everyday. He couldn’t eat. He couldn’t sleep. Even the tunes of the famous DJ Lau Yin Hao couldn’t provide comfort. **


 * As the investigation dragged on Sebastian began to loose hope. He drank, he drugged, he slept around. He couldn’t determine that one key factor that tied all the clues together. As he stumbled home intoxicated from another round of shots, he reached for his keys. The jingle within his hand provided a much needed epiphany for him. A KEY. THERE WAS A KEY AT THE CRIME SCENE. A golden one. And the only person within the vicinity of the crime who had the courage to wear a key as a fashion statement was….Brandon. Sebastian sprinted towards Brandon’s house, determined to end this once and for all. His house was empty. He crept in, each tip toe resonating within the dark room. Suddenly, he felt a great pain behind his head, and all went black. **


 * He awoke within a dark dungeon, tied up. Brandon and his gigantic biceps right beside him. **


 * “NO…. NOOOOO…...NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” screamed detective sebastian, “this can’t be… the biceps…noooooooo”. This time… detective sebastian was in a real pickle. He knew he had to act swiftly or else he would never see the light of day again… Bicep Brandon (also known as BicepB) realized he detective sebastian was awake, slowly, he walked up to him (due to many factors such as skipping leg day), and started flexing… Sebastian was horrified...in shock, in pain, terrified…He thought to himself, I need to get out or else it would be too late… **
 * After BicepB’s brutal first torturing session, Detective Seb was already barely holding on, he knew that the next time BicepB comes back… he is done. Pondering for hours… thinking of strategy… he thought all was hopeless. **


 * And thats the last thing he remembered… when he woke up. **


 * “Sebastian! What were you doing sleeping at school!” cried the vice principal. I slowly regained vision of the surroundings. This was not the first time. I’ve fallen asleep once already in class. Why am I doing that again? And why do I continue to have such strange dreams? Perhaps I can write explain more about those later but that will definitely take a very long time. In the next account maybe… **