‼️Breached⁉️ (Glamrock Chica x Male!reader)

Chapter 2: It's a kids war

Another day in Paradise, another day of sorting out who's going to be doing the night shift tonight, giving the lucky winners the whole day off for them to relax and enjoy themselves tomorrow. Something made up by the boss man himself thinking it is fair to do so.

You walked into the break room where the rest of the Runners are at. In your hand you held a clipboard with every name of all twenty guards under your watch, in your other hand, you held your trusty canteen. Reading the names on the list and thinking of who will take today's night shift and have a full day off tomorrow.

Walking past a table with Demitri on one side while six Runners on the other side, two women and five men, without noticing them. The giant Russian man stared down at the group as they try to push and pull his arm to rest flat on the table, though his arm didn't budge from its spot. Mario stood beside the giant and look at the group.

"Still think-a you can beat the giant man-a?" Mario spoke in a confident tone.

In the Italian's hands were forty-five thousand dollar bills, seeing who would beat the giant man in the arm wrestle. He even allowed them to gang up and try to use numbers and strength to beat the Russian; however, that was not working in their case. Struggling to get the giant man's arm to start moving down closer to the table. Sounds of grunts and mumbles were the only thing that came from the group while Demitri looked down at Mario to see if he should move his arm right now.

While you were picking to see which two lucky winners would take the night shift, most of your runners were cheering for the six-man group on taking down the russian in the arm-wrestling match. Some of them even started taking a bet on who will win, most was towards the group while a few went for Dimitri. Although this was not strictly allowed, you always overlooked it since it did not break any laws about betting on a safe arm-wrestling match between friends. As long no one gets hurt, which is not a rare occurrence since sometimes the Runners do take their chances with things.

When the sound of chanting caught your ears, you put away your canteen and headed over to Mario. You pulled out a small bundle hundred dollar bills and handed it to Mario, already knowing who is gonna win on this one.

"Eighty thousand on Dimitri." You simply said before going back to your spot.

"WHAT!!!" The mix of men and women's voices shouted in the realization that their boss betted against them. Mario now has 125,000 dollars in his hand.

Now the whole group was desperately trying to beat this arm-wrestling match to get that money for themselves. The others who weren't participating in this wrestling match were cheering the small group to win.

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Freddy watched the elder man hobble around the room, he carried a box full of motor oil. Although he was deactivated early this morning, being an hour away from opening time, Freddy can still see what is going on around him. He watched as the head mechanic put away boxes that the other mechanics purposely left laying around the room, giving the poor old man more things to do.

An internal sigh came from the bear, his gaze switched from the old man to Monty. The giant gator was deactivated as well, but just like Freddy, the alligator watched the top mechanic clean up to the room by himself. The two guys weren't the only ones though, Chica and Roxy were watching as well.

"That is just unfair... Those guys just leave Pal to clean the mess they made than cleaning it themselves." Chica's voice softly echoes, but the old man could not hear what she said as if there wasn't anything there.

"As much I wanna kick one of them between the legs and scold them for letting this kind man clean their mess, we can't do anything. And even if we want to, Pal says no. He doesn't want us to be in trouble and sent to parts and service." Roxanne's grumbled. If she was active right now she would have her arms crossed with a frown.