Dials was a man of many shades. His eating habits were unusual. Though, he was the smartest man in the history of the world. He could have been an astronaut if he took better care of himself. He could've been a brain surgeon if he had discipline.
"Come on BB, we're going to be late."
He had raised BB since he was ten. The two went to the same orphanage but Dials left far different than when he entered the institution.
"Very well."
The two were expected at some big wig murder house. Though, it was considered haunted, some CEO went there and ended up having his head bashed in. BB was to enter with his nice little suit and top hat whilst Dials snuck in through the back. The thing about these cases were, they were hard to solve and so Dials would go through the killer's tracks. The reason Dials was named that was that he would fix radios in his spare time. Though, he didn't care about vehicles.
"My name is BB. I come as entertainment for this party?"
"What kind?"
BB didn't exactly know what it was like being a person. He heard whispers of people holding birthday parties despite never being to one and how they had magicians.
"A magic man?"
"Okay."
Someone had been beaten senseless in the kitchen before being dragged to the parlor and finished off with some stomps. BB could figure this out with how the carpet was muddy and bloody from someone being dragged through the place. One off thing was the fact that people were partying whilst a ten-year-old was dressed as Abraham Lincoln was trying to solve a murder. They were dancing on a crime scene.
"Do a trick."
BB took a handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it around his fist. Unlike Dials, he didn't care for things like being quiet.
"This trick is called, braking glass. Can anyone around here give me a glass?"
He took the nearest glass of champaign and set it down before smashing it beneath his fist only to lift it to show the handkerchief had protected his hand. BB had never seen somebody crush a glass under their fist. Though, he had seen somebody crush a glass under their foot at weddings. Particularly, it was his parents' wedding as he grew up in a Jewish household. Dials hadn't really cared for what BB wanted.
"This sucks."
The real point of the trick was planned in a matter of twenty seconds. He planned on making them feel bad and running away. It followed through. The killer was mad. Perhaps a disgruntled employee. The company was going through a row of layoffs. Though, it may have been a fan.
"Good job, BB. Though, you could have sped it up."
"Can you just say thank you for once?"
"No."
BB found a journal whilst he was searching the manor. He wrote in it for the first time of many.
Dials is mean to me. I don't like him. He's a poor excuse for a father.
This place scares me. Though, it may change.