Gwen knew this case wasn't going to be as easy as it seemed. A gut feeling, as one would call it. The twisting sense that something was more than it appeared, that this case would drag on longer than thought. Gwen trusted her gut feelings, and they were right. Every case she had taken on, the female followed her gut when facts seemed off, and it always led her to the solution.

But this early in, and she had already messed up. After hitting Jonathan a few times with her newspaper for not giving her and her partner the full report, she had returned to the suspects room, acquiring more papers. Not many, but more than before.

So this man, Sans, was a victim. That would explain his hatred of the man, as he had been kidnapped by him. All three of the suspects had kidnapped. Which means her previous aim for interrogation was trash now, as they were in a different position. What Gwen had assumed was a skeleton gathering or friends gathering, to where one of the suspects had snapped and attacked the other, dusting them. Now she knew they had been kidnapped, and one of them had lashed out trying to escape and killed their kidnapper.

Either way, kidnapped or not, it didn't matter. Victim or not, a murderer was a murderer. One of them would be placed in the chair, as one of them had killed him. The other two would be set free, and would be helped like normal kidnapped victims.

Well, they would be, if she knew who they were.

Obviously they were monsters, but there was no records of them. Of any of them. Papyrus Font? His only ever record was of him renting out the house the murder took place within, and even then it was scarce. Comic Sans Font? He didn't even exist, period. In fact, skeleton monsters were thought to have went extinct years ago, so it was odd to see any left.

Then there was the case of what Sans said. 'His Papyrus'. Perhaps they had been siblings, but due to the sudden kidnapping of his three brothers, then Sans had disowned him. It would make sense.

But when she returned to question him, her theory was shot down.

"What? No, they aren't my brothers," Sans said, "None of them are. That guy who died-"

"Papyrus."

"I'm not calling him that. The guy who died tried to make us brothers, he was f*cking crazy."

This was going to take a lot longer than a few days, wasn't it?

"He tried to make you brothers?" Gwen asked.

"Yeah." Sans shifted in his seat, his handcuffs clanking with the movement. "He kidnapped us because his brother died and he wanted us to replace him. He didn't even tell us about his dead bro, we had to find the dust ourselves."

"The report only documented one pile of dust, who was Papyrus Font," Gwen pointed out, "Should we do another sweep of the house for his brothers dust?"

"No, it wasn't in that house," Sans said, "It was in another."

"Another?"

"In the first universe, yeah."

Gwen let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through her black hair, letting pieces fall into her view without any restrictions. This man was impossible. First he was talking about a Papyrus that 'wasn't his', now he was talking about universes?

Maybe she could just send him straight to the chair for insanity. Yeah, that'd make her life better.

"Universe?" Gwen asked.

Sans blinked a few times, letting out a huff as he leaned back. No answers were given for her.

"Universe?" Gwen repeated, annoyance tinted in her tone.

"Yeah, universe," Sans muttered, "But there's no point, you don't understand."

That statement was obvious. Of course Gwen didn't understand, because this man was crazy! He was talking nonsense at this point, he made no sense. But, then again, he didn't seem insane. Sans talked normal, he didn't appear mentally unstable.

Without much more to do, Gwen flipped open the new folders, looking at the pictures of the crime scene. When she found her desired image, she turned it around, showing Sans. It was a picture of the dust, with a pair of chains slightly in frame due to the angle. A few more printed out pictures followed, showing different aspects of the scene.

"Were you in the room when the man was dusted?" She asked.

Sans nodded.

"Were you watching?"

"Yeah, I was under him. It's how I got the blood and dust on me."

Gwen let her eyes wonder over him, nodding softly. Yeah, she should tell the other officers to get the man a change of clothes. Right now, he saw himself as the victim, and if he did murder the man, he would still see himself as the victim. And if he didn't kill him, then the man deserved nothing but help for being kidnapped, as other kidnapping victims deserved. They would help him, of course.

But if he did kill the man, then he would get the chair. It was the law.

"Did you see who committed the crime?"

He shook his head. "No, he was stabbed from behind, and I was in front of him. Didn't see who did it."

Her gut told Gwen otherwise. If Sans didn't kill Papyrus, he knew who did. And he was covering for them, no doubt.

"Well, thank you for your time," Gwen said, standing up. "We'll take another break. I'll send you back to your cell."

"What- Only after a few minutes?" Sans asked, "Don't you have more to ask me?"

Gwen pushed her folders closed, scooping up the small amount of evidence into her arms. "Yes, but I have two more suspects to question as well, and more things to do. I think that'll be all for today."

Her partner was waiting outside of the room for her when she left, Cooper closing the door behind her. The fragrance of coffee fluttered from his mug, reminding her of his love for the beverage. Since he was an electrical monster, one would think a drink like gatorade or powerade, but no, oddly he found those disgusting and preferred tea and coffee.

"You want me to take a crack at him?" Cooper asked.

"No, let's have him go back like I said, and I'll review over the evidence while they bring in the second suspect."

With a flick of her wrist, she motioned to two of the officers to move the skeleton, the two nodding and moving to access the other door towards the cells. Cooper and Gwen moved into the room behind the glass, watching Sans get escorted out of the door before he disappeared.

The side table was were Gwen sat, spreading out the files to evaluate them once more. Funny, she used to think this room was always cold, but due to the sudden drop of temperature in the interrogation room, she found this room to be more comforting and warm in comparison.

"Guys crazy," Cooper muttered.

"I... I'm actually debating on that," Gwen said.

"What do you mean? Guy is talking about universes and other crazy crap," Cooper said, settling down across from her. "I think he did it, and he's just bluffing to try and blame one of the others."

"Do you, though?" Gwen asked, looking up. "If he was trying to cover for himself and pin one of the other suspects, then he would have said he saw one of the others do it, or he would have at least tried to hint at one of them. But he didn't, he said he didn't see who stabbed him. That means he's covering for them if he didn't kill the man, and if he did, then he doesn't want to admit, but he doesn't want to put one of his friends in the chair. Not to mention how he was confused by me ending the interrogation, if he was the one who did it he would have been relived and trying to get away, not questioning it."

"Are you saying he's innocent?"

"I'm saying there's a possibility," Gwen pointed out, "If he is the murderer, I do plan to pull the switch on the chair myself to watch his soul be shut down. You know I don't tolerate murder, no matter what."

"Of course I know that, I know you Gwen," Cooper chuckled, "And I know you're smart, I would've never thought about it that way."

"You look more towards evidence than people, it's why I do the questioning," Gwen said.

"Because people are dumb," Cooper said, snorting lightly.

"It's fine, you've always been good with the technical things," Gwen said, "If it wasn't for you, the case with the killer robot wouldn't have been solved. I would have never even guessed it was a robot. Much less that one Flegerson case, your camera recheck saved us."

"Yeah, I guess I'm just better with the technical stuff, you deal with the mental people stuff," Cooper said.

His electrical hands reached out, static gently brushing against the table as he picked up one of the pictures. "What I don't get is the fact that they're all skeletons. I know for a fact the skeleton genetics of monsters had run out even before the war started, but now there's just three skeletons randomly out of nowhere, with a fourth suddenly dead?"

That was a good question. Ever since the human and monster war, a lot of changes had been made due to the monsters losing the war. Either way, this was their society now, and Gwen agreed with their beliefs. A murderer was a murderer, and punishment fit the crime. Whoever had killed Papyrus would get their souls shut down, and would be dusted. Gwen just had to find out who.

"And I don't get this." Cooper held up an image, showing off a picture of a weird device that was labeled as evidence. "I can't even tell what this does, but I can tell it has some high up functioning parts. That's a model 2-4B used to power, heck, that's as powerful as the entirety of the eastern district. You know, past the ice cream place."

"That's a lot of power, then, why would a man who rented a house with the claims 'I just wanted to live in a peaceful area' have something like that?" Gwen asked.

"Yeah, it's weird," The monster said, "I don't know what it does, though, I've never seen something like this. Whatever it does, it needs a lot of power to run. And Papyrus was stabbed in the back, we've confirmed this by his dust, he was murdered by the bloodied knife on the floor by being stabbed in the back. That means whatever this thing is, it wasn't used to kill him."

Before Gwen could reply, the room door was pushed open, one of the escorting officers peaking in. "The second suspect is ready for questioning."

The two gave her a quick thanks before the officer retreated back out, letting the partners have a moment to think.

"Here, you go question the second subject," Cooper said, standing up. "I'll go get Johnathon and his assistant to help me with this machine from the evidence room."

"Do you think it has anything to do with the case?" Gwen asked, following his towards the door.

"It could," Cooper said.

With that, the two split without any farewells, Gwen turning towards the interrogation room door and adjusting the files in her hand. Did she think Sans was the killer? Well, she wasn't sure. There wasn't enough information yet, and she had two more suspects to question.

It was almost jarring, walking into the freezing room. She would have to have a serious talk with the management to install more heaters.

Another skeleton sat across the table, a pair of handcuffs trapping him just as they did Sans. However, the skeleton blinked a red eye light back at him, sharp teeth grinding lightly as a golden tooth gleamed under the intense light.

"The f*ck do you want?" The skeleton snapped.