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Golden eyes chapter 10

I felt like time had stopped for a minute for me. I was staring at the group picture with a woman that resembles a lot like me. Sure her hair was longer and wavy, but her facial feature was quite close to mine. Even in black and white her eyes were in a strange tone of grey like mine was... even her fangs were sticking out when she was smiling. Is that... what they mean when they said about someone who shares the same eyes as mine and have that special ability? I was returned back in reality when a hand was rested on my left shoulder. I looked back at him.

“Felix, are you alright? You where quiet for a minute there.” He looked concerned.

“I.. I'm fine. It's just... This woman.” I pointed her out. “Who was she and why does she looks a lot like me?”

“That... That's our adopted aunt and the one who saved us from our execution. She stopped it right before the hit man can deliver a swing and declared that we were just kids trying to survive on the streets. Kay was a bit hesitant for our pardon, but she managed to convinced him to let us join them. She said that we had potential and great value if he'd let us prove it and make up for our looting. He had a moment of silence, then he decided to agree but only if she'd be in charge of us and we had to work for them if we're gonna live here.”

“Whoa! That's quite a story... But I still wanna know who she is.”

“I'm getting there, please be patient. We were then placed in a bedroom with two separate beds. We also had spare clothes since ours were a bit dirty so we changed to them. Then she appeared with dinner to introduce herself to us. Her name was Féline Matahari.” Wait... Féline? That's the name that the mysterious- Oswald I mean, mentioned back at the white manor estate.

“She was very kind on first impression, but Oswald was still on his guard and kept me behind him. He still doesn't trust her, thinking she's up to something. He thought she was gonna so something horrible to us and he wasn't shy telling her so.”

“He was like that even after she's JUST save your lives?!” What's stick got shoved up his butt that time?!

“He had trust issues back then. Victim of prejudice, remember? When he said that, she responded with: 'I can tell that you've had trust issue... and you have a fever.' Once she'd said that, he fell sideways on the floor.”

I was surprised.“Ouch... Was she scary?”

“No, Not really. Except when someone's... you know, acted like a 'mean piece of work for no good reason' thing. Turns out, Oswald was hiding the fact he wasn't feeling well over these past two days and kept it from me because I might get worried. Despite what he said, she took care of him that night. When he came around next day, she was there with a bowl of chicken noodles for his cold. He then took a minute to think and he shyly apologized for acting suspicious.”

“Was he always like that when meeting new people? I mean I know you've told me about trust issues but...”

“He was a bit more cautious than me, but he just needed a bit of time to open up to people. Complete opposite of me, right?” He laugh it off.

“After a week of settling in and he got better, she asked for our education to see if we are in the same level as the others at our age. Mine was pretty much up to date at the time but Oswald's... well, he knew how to speak English but... he had a bit of trouble at school because the people there were a bit.. separated. He was expelled after some kid mocked his mom and he beat him up.”

“... I... know what he feels... It's no one's fault they were born like that and nobody should bring up their family relation just so they can make a cruel joke about it.” I place a hand on my right eye and remembered way back in early school life. I had some kids mocking my unusual eyes... but I've learned to live with it and endure it.

“Seems you've had your share of troubles back then too.” He guessed it right and I nodded. “He wasn't that far behind so he quickly caught up in less then two weeks. We used to be home schooled on most nights with her so we didn't fall behind. She also convinced one of the Head Dragons to let us use some of their equipment for our 'projects' weaponry when we started to do some jobs for our leader.”

“She sounds like she really was like a real mother... Can we talk more about the people in this picture aside both of you so I can better understand on what type of people you guys grew up with?” I wanted to know more on this Red Dragons mafia so I can get a better idea on what kind of person this mysterious woman was. He looked at me with a mischievous smile again and said. “You just wanted to know more about her right now, don't cha?” Ah, pike fish! Was I really that easy to read?

He got up and paced up next to me. “Well, I AM a mouse that can keep his promises. I always do my best to bring my share of the deal. Remember back in that secret room at the House of Mouse? If I wanted you to trust me, I must have yours first. But I regretfully sort of cheated and I reverse on it since I was the who asked first due to circumstances. I'm really sorry, even if I had to keep it a secret until now.” He sounded a bit sad when he mentioned it then he returned to his cheerful side when he suddenly flopped next to me and put one arm around me and held me close. “SO without delay, I shall start explaining! Let's start with the one on the far left. His name is Kyrio Majima. He's that hit man that almost chomped us. He used to be in a different organization in Japan before he was exiled. He's an expert martial artist and was the second in command of the Red Dragons. You can tell from his face he's not someone who smiles a lot. He was a calm and collected type in public, but he's a really loyal and a softie guy, only if you're a friend of his. Oswald was his prize pupil when he found he's one heck of a potential brawler.” From what he said and pointed, he looked like a Japanese, had a long pony tail, am eye patch with a dragon design that is similar to what Oswald had worn, a black vest covering his shoulders, a white, long sleeved shirt, a chain collar that can be seen from his unbuttoned neck area, black dressed pants and some sort of leather shoes.

“The second guy next to him and Oz with a smirking side smile is Chayton Hawkeye. He's a Native from the southern regions and moved here for a new life after some rich trouser oilier stain bought his homeland at a cheap price so he can demolished it for his new villa. He used to be our gun and bomb expert and his bull's eye shots are somewhat legendary in the underworld of Chicago. He was the wisest of our group and a really good listener if you wanted some advice. He was my teacher and taught me how to use guns and when was the best time to use or not. I was really thankful for his peace teachings, other wise I'd be a trigger happy terror like Bendy. He's the one who taught us well on our weapons and what would work best for either of us. Me and Oswald learned a lot on our homemade craftsmanship under him, but I was his prized gun pupil.” The second red skinned guy that was mentioned had a black cowboy hat with a feather, shoulder length black hair, a handkerchief tied around his neck, a brown poncho with fancy, Mexican style design at the edge, some ammo belt around his waist, brown pants and boots.

“As for the third man with a skull-like mask that hides his lower half of his face, is our Boss at the time. That is Kay Chow himself. Our former boss way back. He's the one who founded the group and controls the Chinatown district. He was the guy in charge of all the Chinese businesses and then some others that are like them. He used to be the one of those street thugs that worked from bottom to the top with brains and brawn. He's also manage finances in all the shops here and then some from other regions and he's also one of the Chicago's authorities in the daytime to avoid suspicions. He's like an uncle to us once we've 'graduated' from our training and earned our place within the top members that are named the Head Dragons. It was only four, then there was six including me and Oz.” The little round man in between Mickey and Oswald had round shaded sunglasses, a black beret hat to cover his bald head, a skull mask to cover his lower face, a white Chinese jacket with a dragon symbol in the left side, a scarf around his neck, black pants and some sort of slippers I assumed.

“You guys... were called the Head Dragons... of the Red Dragons? Like, the Elite five of the Alfonso Mafia?” That would explain why they are extremely skilled at their respected fighting style...

“If you mean like the ranking and top members, yes. But let's get one thing straight for a detective of justice like yourself...” He gently grabbed my jaw and made my head turned straight at his and said in a serious tone. “We may be called a 'mafia' by many, but ours are nothing like the ones in fictions, the other police colleagues that make up and spread rumors, the other mafia families, ESPECIALLY the Alfonso's Mafia, we are nothing alike. Our group is more of an organization that helps our good people and it's victims of any kind.”

“Wh- what do you mean like that?” He lets go of my jaw and explained it.

“See, before the Red Dragons was formed and a long time ago, new settlers around the world came in this country for a new life and big dream. Some from Europe and Eastern countries, like those history classes most people hardly remembered yada yada yada. Then there was some disputes here and there between the settlers until the 'authorities' 'settles it.'” He empathized the last two words with his fingers. “Come to find out, most of them were either rich or Irish people only. Wanna guess how fair it was the rest who didn't fit the ratio like some of us?”

I gritted my teeth of how awful they were treated back then and how I was ignorant of not knowing this... Why haven't I heard of this before apart from some who really do care? Come to think of it, isn't our department... helping them? Now I'm questioning my own brand of justice and who I work under or with... apart of my good friends I knew very well, of course!

“Well since then, it wasn't easy growing up in these rough streets until Kay Chow came along. He is what you called a vigilante with his own brand of justice. He had just about enough one day with the higher ups favored only the ones that are 'qualified', stuff like that. So he started from from a small time neighborhood peacemaker to a high member of both society and underworld organization, representing the district’s itself.”

“That's quite a well brief story. Of your 'uncle' of course.”

“I know you probably wanted more details but for the sake of time right now, let's just say we are not like the other mafia that traditionally used to do. Simply put, if your moral compass gets around and pointed at the 'good guys' outside of your work field, you'll be stupefied who it will really be.”

“...” He really makes me speechless when he's like that. He then regained his smile and asked: “Do you wish to know the last person on this picture? The one you wanted to know the most?” Ah, right! That woman! “Please!” I nodded.

“That woman I mentioned earlier was Féline Matahari. She's the most gentle person in our 'family', and she's the one who saved our lives from being headless, dead bodies I've mentioned earlier. She treated us like we were her own children and taught us more than just school work. Apart from that, she's our thief, spy, and a painter. But in a good way.”

I was shocked.“She's WHAT?!?” Thief? Spy? Painter?!? That sounded like something from a novel or some kind of a joke! AND I'M NOT LAUGHING!

“Keep your nerves down! She's NOT like the rest of the people who did those. Remember what I said about our morals? She's using those skills for the greater good!”

“Like what?” I wasn't convinced on that 'good' part. He looked straight at me with dead serious in his eyes.

“For what I can tell you from the times we were working under and spend quality time with her, she's a part time care giver at our district in her day job, she's the most gentle person you'll ever meet apart from being cunning and surprisingly fierce when she needs to be. In her 'night' job, She a 'thief' in name only! Unlike the other traditionally thieves who looted for money or collections, she only steal from the rich and wealthy to give to the poor when needed with NO rewards in exchange! She's our master of disguise and can gather information on people now and then to keep info on what's going on without making contacts, I can assure you. She can paint the most beautiful pictures that can be displayed at a national museum if she'd could.”

“... Then why... did she choose that life? And why did she have to do with me and our 'sight' connection?”

He pouted and said. “For your first question, she didn't had a choice from the beginning and for your second, can't you really tell just by looking at her?” I didn't have an answer for that until he sighed and dropped huge bomb shell on me.

“She's your mother! Did you ever thought of that? What else do you think you both look alike?”

My eyes were widen and I started to tremble again. The picture frame slipped from my hands and landed on the bed sheets. He quickly grabbed it and set it on the night stand. I hugged myself to keep myself under control. He then tried to help me get back in reality. “Take it easy. You're still a bit-” I immediately got up and said. “I'm sorry for causing a lot of troubles. I need to-”

* BADUM! * There was that strange feeling again. No! Not now! I stumbled to the side before I lose conscious again.

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I was then in a golden, fogged area. It kinda feels familiar somewhat, like I've been here before but I can't remember when. The there was that deep voice. “Knell down, Felix. She is here” Suddenly, my body obeyed it's command and I was confused. I then saw a figure coming closer and clearer until 'she' was revealed herself to me. She had a straight, long, hairstyle with cat like black hair. A black mask that's quite similar to the one I've wore at that violin performance. She also had tanned skin and wore a white Egyptian style white dress with golden accessories and sandals. She emits some sort of aura that I can't describe if it's peaceful or threatening, and it didn't help that there was some animal ghosts each aside her that resembles like wild cats. She then spoke. “It took me long enough to reach you, poor child. You've been manipulated from those corrupted souls that tried to keep you from nurturing your true potential.” She cupped my face with both her hands. It felt warm and soft... “Now that one of my rings in in your hands, I can now teach you how to use the eye of Ra you've inherited from your mother's bloodline.”

“Wait, who are you? And what do you mean by eye of Ra and the bloodline thing?” What is she planing? Did she wanted to use my body as her vessel again or something?

“I am Bastet, daughter of Ra and Goddess of protection and cats. I am one who gave your ancestor my gift.” Some 'Goddess of protection and cats' had gave my ancestor that 'gift'? This has GOT to be the most stupidest dream I have up to date! “Seems I wasn't convincing enough. Here, I shall show you how to use it, now that you have that ring.” She then stood behind me and grabbed my left arm by my wrist and make it straight while she covered her other hand over my eyes. “If you wished to see what is hidden, close your eyes and concentrate on what you wished to see. Now, 'seek' the door.” This gets weirder and weirder... fine. I imagined a door and I felt my eyes tingling, the a flash. “Good, now opened them.” I did so and before me was a golden, hieroglyph encrypted door. I hear someone calling my name behind it. “Your friend is calling for you. I must return your world. Do not worry, we shall meet again.” I was then pulled toward the door as I was losing my focus again and being blinded with bright light as I got closer to it...

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I gasped and got up quickly afterwards. I panted and looked around again. I'm still in that green room I was not so long ago and Mickey got surprised that I awoke terrified. Can't say the same for the other person in the room with him, Oswald had and eye brow lifted and he still had that serious poker face lips. “Are you trying to resurrect yourself like that whenever you get up, Hēi māo?” I glared at him and said. “Do you enjoy watching people sleep unconscious?”

“If I had some almond cookies with my drink and maybe some pens to draw on your face, it would be more than an enjoyable pass time for me.” He then took a drink from his cup he had in his hands as I growled silently.

Sass-@$$... Mickey came up to me to see if I was alright after I unexpectedly fainted. “How do you feel?” He offered a hand to help me get out of bed. I kindly gestured a refusal.“I'm fine just... had a crazy dream or something. Anyways, what are you doing here?”

“Deciding whether I should have ice cream tonight or should I help you knock some sense in you if Bastet fail to convince ya.”

“...” My expression is now dumbfound. What did he just said?

“Judging from your face expression, it was her who summoned ya twenty minutes ago. Am I right?” He then sets his drink on the desk.

!!! What the H3LL! Is he really psychic?! “How did YOU know? What's your story with that Bastet business and why does she want with me?” I got up and walked toward to him. He may have a rough background from what Mickey told me, but he's still not gonna get any sympathy from me with that kind of attitude. He then leaned a bit on the desk as if he rested a bit. Crossed his arm and put a hand on his chin as he looked like he was thinking. “Why ask me? I'm not the one familiar with those 'abilities.'” I stared at him face to face so I could have him spill the beans.

“I'm not falling for that! I just heard you a few seconds ago about Bastet! YOU know what she is, don't you?”

“Ah, so my guess was correct. She introduced herself and showed you how to use that eye sight of yours properly, am I wrong?” He smirked. Now this raised more questions than answers!

“Then WHAT is she? How did you knew her if you don't have any connection with her? And why didn't she- GHK!” He once again, grabbed my jaw before I can finished my sentence. “Look, Hēi māo. I'm not the one with all the answers. I merely had some knowledge of what it can do from your mother. If you wanted to know more about Bastet, there's a place called the library. You might learned a thing or two. Use your own brain and try not to look dumb the next time I see you.”

I immediately backed off and broke free from his hand. “Fine! But first, I want to know somethings. I get it where you both came from, the reason you both ran away from that abusive 'mother', how you ended up here, how you met her and were raised under her wings and such. I get it that your 'family' morals are like a Robin Hood style like and so on, but why... why did she... or didn't... just tell me why she chose that life, dog gone it!” I demanded him and tried not to yell at the last part. I was hurt on the inside because of what's happening these past few days... It came all too quickly! I used to be just an average guy who works in the line of duty as a detective against Bendy Drew and the Alfonso mafia for what they did to my father and their victims. Now suddenly I'm told that my mother that I barely never knew is in a mafia (Well, a group of street vigilantes to be more accurate...) and I was part of a bloodline that's related to some Goddess that gave me some special eye sight that causes nothing but troubles all my life. But what I wanted the most from her is why did she leave me and my father so many years ago.

“What makes you think I'll tell ya after our brawl last night?” He smiled like a malicious, cheshire cat, indicating he's not gonna let me off the hook for what I did last night. Mickey said his name as to scold him until I said the following. “...That wasn't me... I can tell from that stupid smile on your face that you knew all along who it really was...” I grew angrier by the minute. “Like I'm gonna tell everything I know to someone who can barely lay a scratch on that Yúchǔn de èmó. If you wanted to know more about her that badly-” He then surprises me when he pulled over my shirt over my head. Not to take it off, but my blinding and binding me. “-then prove to me if you are worthy of that 'gift' first.” He then what I assumed escaped quickly. Mickey helped me to put it back on. “I'm sorry for what he- hey wait!” I didn't let him finished apologizing for his brother which he shouldn't cause I ran after him after a couple of seconds. I was now blazing mad cause now I'm gonna kick his cotton tail butt so hard, his ancestors will have a bruise n'!!! I opened the door and I was in a red hallway with several doors in Chinese architectures.

“Is this... are we at the House of Mouse?” He followed me afterwards. “No. This is the clinic center with multiple rooms that serves for it's own purposes. This wing is reserved for us and some that are in need. But please, listen to me. Oswald's was-”

“He knows something I don't and-!” He grabbed my shoulder and turned me to him face to face. “Felix, calm down! He's just adding fuel to that fire of your and he's gonna make you eat dirt for lunch again if you catch up with him .” I stood still and calm down for a few seconds until I admit my defeat. I sighed and scratched my head. “You're right. I'm sorry, I shouldn't act like that, even if it was him... I was frustrated and... lost. When you told me you both knew my mother and everything was kept secret from me except a few, how am I supposed to know I had this sight from her, how to use it before this whole mess piles up and knew what happened to her.” He had a sad expression in his face and then, he hugged me unexpectedly.

“I'm sorry. Part of this is my fault. I should have been more considerate of your situation and asked if you really did knew anything about it in the first place. We were told what they knew and we just assumed you'd knew already.” The sound of his voice was also sad. He may be an actor, but I get the feeling he's not faking it right now.

“You mean... they as in the two people who knew about my sight?” Oswald DID mentioned of the two people who knew about my eye sight ability. “Is it my parent you were referring to? Did you knew my father back then too?”

“Actually...” He lets go and took a few steps back, resuming his composure. “It's true your mother WAS the first person who told us about that, but as for you father, we never knew about it until you've mentioned it.” Well, that was confusing.

“Huh? But... I've only told him about it and I never mentioned to anyone else but you two. How's that possible?” If the other wasn't my dad, then... who is it?

“Remembered what I mentioned about a friend of your father's that is in the witness protection program?”

“Yeah. Oh! You mean- are 'they' still alive? Can I go see 'them'? They might know some..thing?” He shook his head when I asked about it. “Did you also remembered they are on Bendy's hit list cause 'they' can bring him down if 'we' played our cards right?” Oh, right. I remembered that... “Shoot. I forgot about that... but... how...” I sighted again out of confusion. He then got a determined expression. “Don't worry, Felix. I'm taking full responsibility for putting you into much trouble and I promised to make up for it once this is over. So for now, let's focus on the missing jewels AND the dogs. Our undercover informants have located both of them and now we know exactly where they are.”

“They did?” He nodded. “Yup! You'd be surprised of how many people we've helped over the years and it's finally paid off. It's more than beneficial motives if we help our friends, before asking for help. It's best if we all worked together in the name of our brand of justice we believed in.” He sounded like a 'heroic' kid.

He really does have a characteristic charm that draws people to him. He's just as friendly as that cartoon he was named after, despite of a few flaws, he really did tried to avoid blood shed and violence, he even cares for the people in his life despite the fact there were some who didn't like him... It's like if there was some dark clouds in the sky, he'd always does his best to bring out the sunshine in everybody. I sometimes wished there was more people like him in the world so it doesn't seem so bad. How did he ever keep his hopes up after what he's been through?

“So what the plan?” If they knew where they are, there shouldn't be a problem. Right?

“Well, the location is simple. It's at the King Dice casino. Our thieves are none other than their two magicians, Cuphead and Mugman. They are behind most of the robberies of the necklaces”

“Wait, you mean those two with the red and blue tuxedos that pulled a dirty trick on you last night? Er-” I covered my mouth. Carp fish! Me and my big fat mouth. He was shocked when I said that and then asked. “... how much... did you know?”

“I... I was hidden in a truck full of those marijuana plants, including that poisonous flower that was at Mr. Vermelho's place. I was trying to find out about the new whereabouts of Bendy's drug manufacturing factory. We were supposed to be someplace else, but somehow they stopped here and then... Those magicians showed up and... they killed them. I then saw that blue guy took the flower, and then I followed them up until the circus and then... you came along and the rest... you'd probably know it.” He then paused for a moment and replied.

“I see. So I guess I have a lot of explaining to do. If you wished to know more, may I asked to save it for another time? Right now we have to prepare for the switch tomorrow tonight.”

“Huh? The switch?” What is he talking about this time?

“The one you have a big order to fill.” Then there was that voice from behind me that scares one of my nine lives out of me and I jumped in Mickeys arms while I screamed like cat. I looked who it was and it was him again!

“WHAT THE H3LL!” I yelled at him. How long was HE there? “Oswald, you really need more friends to help with that... you know.” Mickey said with a concerned tone.

“We can deal with that some other time but for now, I'm testing that Hēi māo's sight with that ring. If that doesn't work, we need to come up with a different plan.” While he stated that, I've noticed a jewelry case in his right hand.

“You want to know more on your mother, then pass this test.” He opened up the case and there was two identical pair of earrings. They both had turquoise colored stones in a shape of a roses and for the first time, my sight doesn't acted up. Is it because of the ring? I got down from Mickey's arms and looked at them.

“Ok, now tell me which ones are the real deal. Do you need my explanation on how to spot the difference?” He bluntly said.

I really don't know what to response, but... I looked at the ring again and thought back on what happened in that dream... If I asked to show me, will it work? I closed my eyes and concentrated. 'Please show me the real earring.' Then a light flashed. I opened my eyes and now the earrings on the right glowed brightly, indicating as previously mentioned, are the real ones. I pointed them out. “The ones on the right.”

“Ah good. You're good to go. Now listen up, we're gonna swap back our missing jewels and rescued the animals. Long story short, they also kidnapped the mutts and the monkey.”

“What? I mean. I could understand that they wanted the jewelries, but the animals? Why?”

”I can explain.” Mickey steps in. “See, the time from while you were investigating between the Fallen Glass shop and the late Mr. Blancheur's estate, I did some on my own. I happened to stumble upon a case of animal abuse charges against the King Dice's entertainment staff. Luckily, I have a good friend in the attorney system to help me plead a bargain that if they seized over their remaining animals that are still alive, the authorities will cease to press further charges and they won't pay a single fine.”

Animal abuse? At the King Dice casino? Are they... are those wild cats that those magicians have previously mentioned that they were rescued back at the circus, used to belong to them? What on earth is going on in that casino?

“Seems like they are trying to find a new act for their show so they are trying not to get caught again by switching from wild cats to dogs and a monkey.”

“I see.” Now the puzzles are starting to fall into place. I started to deduct the whole case while I paces back and forth.

“I can now see how all of this web of crimes is started to make more sense. This all started with a deal between Bendy, the two magicians and that manager, Giovanchi Dazzardo, also known as King Dice there, and you two as their witness. Am I correct?” I pointed them out. Mickey had that guilty look in his face while Oswald, yeah he didn't changed his expression much.

“The deal was that Bendy wanted that special machine for renewing his drug deals after that bust our forces have smoke out. It was a one of a kind that could make a new type of drugs that can change these drug deals on the streets. At the same time, these casino people are also making forgeries and copies for profit. They wanted the real jewelries and similar items so that they can sell it in the black markets and make some deals like they were selling the 'real' thing at a 'convincing' price. With all of that going on, they both reached in an agreement. Bendy will helped them steal the priceless jewels and they will trade it for their special machine without charge. Am I right so far?” Mickey nodded.

“But however, there was somethings that was unexpected. First, the animal's kidnappings case. That threw everyone out of the loop for a while until you've mentioned about their animal abuse charges. They needed some new 'materials' for their shows so this might have been added on the run. I bet ya five dollars that the monkey and those dogs are now in their possession, terrified. I also bet that the mystery monkey trainer from that Lavender Pearls case might be...”

“He was found dead at a construction site near that Oak park. His face was unrecognizable until they've found some orange hair inside the suit. We were able to locate him but we didn't know where the monkey was until now.” Oswald explained. I was surprised but then I sighed cause I sort of predicted that could be the case. But for now, I need to focus on the bigger piece of the puzzle.

“Thank you... for clarifying his fate. Are they also responsible for it?”

“Plausible, but there's still lack of evidence against them.”

I tsked. “Seems like they are a real piece of work like Bendy... Ah! Sorry! Let me continue. Meanwhile on Bendy's turf, he met Mr. Vermelho probably at some social gathering event. The green man himself had a few felonies under his belt back in South America. His front business was selling plants, fresh fruits and vegetables, while his 'real' deals were the marijuana. Not to mentioned his latest feats, the stolen Snake's Emeralds from a museum. He flea to here so that they cannot reach him for interrogation or just to avoid the authorities over there. If anything, Bendy had made an unlikely 'partnership' when he found out about his real business... hm?” I looked at their expression when I noticed they were looking at the side, opposite of each other.

Mickey had that sadness expression from earlier and had a bit of tears in his eyes. While Oswald on the other hand, had an angry expression and shook a bit with his arms crossed. They notice I was watching and they resumed their composure. “Please excuse us, we... had an unsettling moment. Please continue.” Mickey explained. Is there... something I shouldn't said? No, not now, I can figure it out later.

“Well, as I was saying. They made a pact that they both agreed on. Bendy will have a share of it's weed profit while he covers Mr. Vermelho's felonies in South America such as paying off the police over there and journalists too. I know he can manipulate most of them and how he deals with some that were... against him. Then came the second obstacle that neither side saw it coming. The late Mr. Blancheur. He was the CEO of the W.H.I.T.E. company that was falling on hard times. The records of his factory purchase are at a friend of mine for safe keeping. They all used to be under Bendy's name, but somehow they didn't make as much as they expected. So he sold them at least twice the amount they're really worth to the late Mr. Blancheur. But that's not the real reason he was killed. I found the-! THE NOTE! IT WAS-” Oswald then took out the piece of paper that was from Mr. Vermelho's estate. I exhaled in relief.“Oh, thank you Oswald. I thought it was a goner.”

“Is this his?” I nodded. “As you can see, Mr. Blancheur have found out about their scheme and he wanted some big cash for his silence. However, he underestimated Bendy's power and that got himself killed. But it was not by his hands, I... I had that 'sight' that was quite stubborn at the time when it wanted to show me something... I guessed you guys knew what I mean.”

“...”

“So as I was saying, I 'saw' the footprints and paw prints. I deducted that they had a struggle. To keep it short, Mr. Blancheur was supposed to be poisoned, but it didn't kill him quickly as the murderer wanted to. So he must have strangled him to death. The poodle tried to protect his master but then he was dog napped. They passed through it's balcony along with two other accomplices that isn't Bendy or Boris cause their shoe sizes don't match. Believe me, I know.”

Oswald asked. “So the only plausible suspects left might be the two magicians, Cuphead and Mugman.”

“You're exactly right. Nobody else could have done it but them. Those guys have been pretty crafty in their line of thievery. They must have used different methods in each missing necklaces cases apart of the Snake's Emeralds because it was never stolen. Mickey and I both saw it back at the House of Mouse V.I.P. booth. If I can guessed on what they each used in the heist, the Snowflake Diamonds where the butcher gang was used to create an impression that a brute muscle suspect was the culprit. The Lavender Pearls was also probably their work too. They must have hired the monkey trainer and they falsely promised him a reward of some kind so that they can fool the police, including myself, to think it was an irrelevant case to a much bigger picture here. Once they've got the pearls, they took him out of the picture and took the poor monkey for their new act too. Then they went for the biggest prize at the art galley. The sapphire collar itself along with some other merchandises your company's gonna launch and other famous jewelries for the show. The display cases had multiple cut opened glasses in different sizes must have been a prank distraction. Not to mentioned there was some bizarre toys that were specially made to release knock out gas for the security guards inside the museum. They might have thought it in advance of how they knew layouts of the place by heart and which jewelries were real and fake.”

“Then how did they knew it in advance? We might have advertised a few days in advance, but that still didn't explain how they knew where everything was. It must have been someone from the inside.” Oswald have deducted.

“I thought the same thing too. It is plausible that it might be one of Bendy's men, but I already eliminated that possibility. If anyone has met all of that criteria, It would be the disguised owner of the art gallery, William Babera. However, it was Bendy Drew himself in disguise.” I revealed an important crucial evidence that I've never mentioned to anyone. Boy! Where they surprised!

“Wowzerz! I never noticed him!” Mickey was shocked. Oswald on the other hand, wasn't convinced. “You better have a good explanation. We're under enough pressure from China, now you better not suck this late in the game! Why do you think it was Bendy who was impersonating the owner and how did you know it all along?” He stared at me and I glared back. “Like you said way back at the tea shop, I don't share my information with just about anyone either, at least not without proof.”

Now it was a heated debated and a stare down between me and him. “How can you prove that Bendy was Mr. Babera at the time you where at the museum?” He fired first.

“I have a record of all the people who worked at the time of the preparations and the records on the security staff during that time.”

“So you have their records, big deal. That doesn't prove a thing.”

“Not unless you knew the man before hand. I've actually met him a few times before this event happened.”

“Oh really, Hēi māo?” He glared intensely and sending some threatening aura, but I was prepared this time.

“Yes, and I can tell you right now he wasn't the same man when I when to investigate that day AND I can prove he WAS absent the whole time and where the real Mr. Babera is right now. Tùzǐ ” I said to him in his 'spiritual' animal in his Chinese language.

That threw him off guard and blushed a bit for a second and then regain his grounds. “My my, you've learned a new trick, but flattery will get you nowhere with me. Now, what evidence you've indicated that proved Mr. Babera-” He then locked his forehead to mine. “-and that Bendy De Mon's impersonation of him that got flawed and you've detected? Here's your chance to impress me, cat.”

TO BE CONTINUED..... Chapter 11

Read chapter 9 here.

Read the beginning here: Chapter 1

----Author’s Notes----

And now we’ve hit the decade digits! This is the second part of the back stories with this version. I kinda wanted to have a Chinese vigilantes that has some morals like the Persona 5′s. This game was awesome and it inspired this story!

I wanted to create a special vigilante group that battles against corrupted and rotten ‘figures’ in the society like the Team Aristocats, but unlike them, they work on a different level like with Batman and Chief Gordon. They both work for the good but on a different team.

I already mentioned on the previous chapter that Bastet is Felix’s guardian. She’s gonna play an important role in this story later on.

I hope you enjoy your week, cause right now I’m not feeling so good these past few days....

Tune in next week when Felix explains why the real Director isn’t the same guy Bendy was posing on the first chapter.

BBTIM Characters belong to Marini 4.

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