Fool House | Joestars x Reader (Casino AU)

6 | The REAL Space Jam

So there he sat, clicking away at his computer, sending emails to this and that, about one thing or another, when a peculiar sound arose in the hall.

"Beep, boop, bop, beep..." It unfortunately sounded like his boss. "Boop, beep, woosh!"

It wasn't unlike them to make strange sounds when entertaining themselves, typically with a flower they have, or a stone with googly eyes on it-- but normally its done in their office, where they won't distract Jonathan from his hoard of work.

"Beep, boopy-boop... Knock Knock! May I come in?" What was the point of asking if they owned the building, let alone came inside anyways?

"What can I help you with, Mx. (Y/n)? I have a mountains worth of papers to get through, and I'm sure you're just here to... What's that?" The hollow eyes once glued to a brain-numbing computer screen curiously peeled over to look at what seemed to be a little spaceship, a rocket perhaps, perfectly poised in their flat hands.

"Beep, boop, prepare for landing!" Giggling to themselves childishly, (Y/n) gently sat the toy onto the desk, nudging it forward in emphasis for Jonathan to open the lid.

Skeptical, as he assumed Joseph but them up to some sick prank, he hesitantly reached out to the rocket and popped open the lid away from his face-- expecting for a string of goo to shoot at him, not for the little head of Jam to pop out. He seemed to have been tucked into a mini space suit.

"Ta-da~! It's space Jam!" (Y/n) cheered, grinning ear to ear. "He came to tell you that you've gotten a raise! Thank you for the hard work!"

Right, sometimes they pop in to deliver good news of sorts, but a raise? How awfully generous, even for them. Maybe there is some hope in humanity. (It's not likely, especially after Joseph stuck a fork into the electric socket, thinking it'd activate some secret mechanism.)

"My, thank you, you truly are too kind, boss!" Jonathan grinned, gently petting the little mouse peering up curiously at him.

"No need, you should be thanking yourself! It's thanks to you that you've earned this, so be sure to enjoy it!"

"Yes, of course, boss." Now, back to that inspection he was emailed about.. "Thank you for dropping by."

"Bye-Bye!" Jam was snatched up just a wee bit too violently, but ended up alright anyways. "Now, we gotta get to the next lucky-ducky! Beep, boop, woo~oosh!"

And just like that, they were gone, already prancing down the hall to, at least probably, give some other fortunate person a raise, and-- Was that Josukes scream that just ripped through the air?

Oh. He must've gotten the raise next.

"Jam, you tiny little baby! Oh, you're so cute and precious~! Who's a good tiny itty-bitty baby, giving people money? You are! You're a little baby giving people money!"

His cooing was insufferable, but the earplugs Jonathan  had installed at his desk seemed to do a mighty fine job at blocking him out.

An unmistakable red dot appeared at his control center, catching his attention better than the light squeal Giorno let out when it was his turn to see Jam. 

'Terence will be visiting later this week. Make sure everyone is on their best behavior.'

Signed, Jotaro; typical. Always one step ahead of everyone, even the boss. How did he even have contact with the ex-owner? No one's sure, since becoming friends with (Y/n)s father was already an impressive feat as it was.

Such a recluse, he was, hiding away in his horribly large house, in his scarily unkept bedroom, where all he dared to look at was the video games on the tv, and occasionally the fridge when he was feeling hungry.

But when he did have half the mind to step out into the real world? That's when you knew something was either very, very wrong, or he was about to commit a crime... Or check up on his child. It's always one of the three, rarely the latter. (Y/n) still seems happy with every visit regardless.

He has a brother, if Jonathan recalls correctly; one down south of Italy, who still hasn't the balls to pass on his establishment to his manager of many years. He's passionate about his work, surely, and gambling is probably his most favorite thing in the world, but perhaps it should be time for him to take it easy?

From what his brother had told him, they, the other workers, barely even see him as much as they should. Half the time, he guesses he isn't even in his office.

Maybe (Y/n) is just very social compared to other work places, or maybe Daniel is just a recluse like his brother (though it doesn't seem like it), but it's no matter to him. He works here, and he makes a paycheck here, so who is he to criticize others work habits?

Quickly replying to Jotaro, something along the lines of 'thanks for the heads up', Jonathan begrudgedly pulled himself out of his office chair and stretched like he never had before. Christ... Sitting in that damned little corner since six in the morning has really done a number on him, hasn't it? He almost had to collapse back onto the cushion from how weak it made his legs feel.

There's only three things (Y/n) asks him to do every day or so. Do your work, remember to take breaks, and water the plants outside. 

Seeing as how it was nearing closing time, he figured he ought to get to that last task, grabbing the spunky little watering can the boss had picked out oh-so enthusiastically. In the shape of a halved lemon, it was, so that when poured, it looked like it was spilling juice. Cute, but not very practical.

Jonathan liked it anyways, so one would suppose it didn't matter much. 

Filling it up was a breeze with the hose outside, tucked behind a few neat spiderwebs and a couple creepy crawlies however, but shooing them away wasn't a bother (though he felt a little bad for disturbing them, the poor creatures.)

First, the roses. Then, the violets. Next, the Daffodils, which got a little air kiss from him as a treat. And lastly, the ghost flower, which he was steadily careful with handling, as (Y/n) might throw a fit if ruined.

With that done, he wonders to himself, did (Y/n) feed the fish today? Probably not, and with that conclusion, he sets the watering can back in his office after emptying it, and darts for their own. 

He eyes the feeding chart, installed for this exact reason, the case of a forgetful boss playing with a little mouse. Right, they hadn't been fed. How did he know?

Goodness, they're hungry little guys, aren't they? Already attacking the little cloud of food floating at the top in a swirl, murky toned under the dim light installed right above them.

Some of the fish were round and chubby in purple and pink colors, others were thin and sharp, in blue and black tones, and there were even a few that looked flat and yellow, like squished mustard?

The fish tank curved along their wall in a thick crescent, illuminating the room in a wonderful icy light that swam along the walls in wavering rainbows, the shadows of fish and crabs alike  dancing in its glow leaving dots floating on the wall, as did Jonathans bulky body leave an empty space in the blue ray.

Simply magnificent. (Y/n) always had a fine taste for things such as these, didn't they? Ah, speaking of which, he should probably get back to replying to those emails, orders and such before the aforementioned boss decides to take that over, too, and overwhelm themselves.

As he turned to leave quickly, an incoming message from an unknown number lighting up their phone caught his eye, and damn his curiosity, because he couldn't help but to peek at it.

''I'll be waiting outside for my interview tomorrow morning at eight as planned. Let me know if there are any changes."

Another new employee, it sounded like.  But who?