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A Simple Mistake

Disclaimer: This content is not affiliated with, endorsed, sponsored, or specifically approved by Supercell and Supercell is not responsible for it. This is a AU. Meaning that this story takes place in an alternate universe. What I transcribe in the following works you are about to witness have no effect on any of my other stories nor do they reflect my opinions of the characters within Brawl Stars. These are my own original interpretations of the brawlers so if you see a character acting strangely from what you would expect don't be surprised or offended. Please just embark on this journey with me through a strange idea I had in my head.

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A torrential rainstorm had taken over the night sky. The sound of rushing water blended in with cars as they sped by. The few lamp posts lining the street illuminated the sidewalk for pedestrians navigating the storm. Deep within the dark recesses of the town (hidden between the inky-black alleyways and brick townhouses) neon refracted off the sheets of rain.

A large building sat in the bowels of this shady city. A diner of sorts with bright lights and a big sign reading 'Bull's' sat underneath a giant cartoon skull. The smooth sound of a subtle bass tune could be heard, leaking from the front door.

Inside, soft blue and black lights filled the room. Men and women could be seen moving around the diner in 80's-styled attire. The waiters and waitresses were dressed in bright, white aprons and striped shirts. The smell of grease and cigarettes choked the room's atmosphere, but the emotional environment was lively as ever.

The back corner of the room housed a small dance floor. The black and white tiles seemed to shine under the unique lighting. A large red and yellow jukebox sat against the wall, pulsing with a rainbow of vibrant colors.

In the kitchen, several large gruff men were following orders being barked by their head chef. A young woman with a large black pompadour stood on top of a small footstool. Rather than a white apron, she wore a dark purple jacket with a metallic bat over her shoulder. She had an intimidating glare that chilled the surrounding men to their bones.

Behind the diner, the filthy black alleys reeked from the trash piling up in the oversized bins. The back door flew open as two men rushed inside. One, a small stout male wearing dark clothes and a beanie, led the way. The other was a large man, roughly six feet tall, towing a large black bag slung over his shoulder. The water they tracked with them caused their boots to squeak under their weight.

They made their way through the kitchen, stealing a glance at the bat-wielding woman as they moved for a door in the corner. The men went down a dark stairwell that led to an old wooden door sitting at the bottom.

As they walked into the room, they adjusted to the smell of cigar smoke and organ-quaking bass. Around them, several men sat at a poker table. A woman in a scantily-clad dress made her way around the table with drinks on a platter.

The two men stood in the doorway waiting for the current round to end. They watched as the largest man at the table pushed a large stack of chips forward. An amused grumble escaped his lips as he examined his opponents. Most of the players folded their cards on instinct. One competitor, a small man with a large black hood covering his head, stayed in the game. The way his face was hidden in the shadows made him look like the grim reaper. The flop was shown: King of Clubs, 8 of Diamonds, and 9 of Clubs.

The air grew heavy as the ball was back in the largest male's corner. The observers watched as he pushed more chips forward. His massive thumb smothered a chip as he fiddled with his money, and the smaller male matched him. The next card to fall was the 6 of Hearts, while the table and bystanders sat on the edge, waiting for the next move.

The giant tapped the table, signaling a check; the young reaper sat silent. With his face hidden there was no clue as to what he was thinking. The table was surprised as he pushed forward even more chips. Both men dipped deep into their reserves as they threatened to bet over half their wallets. The larger male matched his call and awaited the river.