This story follows the sitcom-like life of Y/N who is on a mission to kill 'the one true god' with Loki while the rest of the avengers and MCYTs try to do other things. For example, Tubbo and Ranboo are planning a bank robbery/heist, Techno and Thor...
yeah, you're in debt sis, suck it up and start selling drugs for Wil
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The paper in my hands shook as tears brimmed my eyes. Why? I'm too pretty to be poor! I have to think of a plan, quick. I run around my apartment looking for anything to get me out of this newly found debt. Finally, my eyes land on it, a garment. A precisely stitched and patterned piece of clothing. A deep red flannel. I rush over to it as it hangs limply on my coat rack and snatch it off before running to my phone that was closer to dying than queen Elizabeth (who I'm half convinced is immortal). I go to my contacts and click just the one I was looking for.
A ringing filled my ears. Once, twice, on the third ring, a voice filled its place.
"Hey Y/n, what's up?" He asked, his usual slightly tired chipper voice that he always gave me.
"I'm not here to buy, you just left your flannel at my house from when you and Tommy came over."
"Ohh, yeah alright."
"Also could you like.. hire me?"
"What?" His chipper customer care voice drops and it's just tired.
"I'm in debt so I need you to hire me. Only for a short time though! It doesn't have to be long!"
"Hmmm. Y/n, my good friend, you put yourself in debt by buying Takis all the time."
"It's not just Takis! It's other things too." I mumble the last part out.
there was a pause between us. "Fine," he stated.
"Really?"
"yeah yeah, get to the lanes and then go to The Font. Got it? You have an hour."
"Okay thank you, Wil, really."
"Don't thank me yet, you've gotta pass the first job. You mess it up and I turn you in myself." He hangs up and I put my phone down before racing to get ready. I slip on a pair of black stockings with a frilly pink skirt and a skull sweater over a white button-up as well a black cardigan and black and pink platformers that go up to my knees. I grab my bunny backpack and slip out the door only having time to use red eyeshadow around my eyes and head over to the closest bus I see.
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I rush down the street and head towards The Font, slightly able to hear the upbeat hip-hop music from outside the door. When I enter I see Wilbur standing overhead, looking down on me physically and mentally. I try to not seem like I just ran here by walking with only slight speed to him.
I lean next to him and he doesn't even turn to me, instead choosing to take a quick sip of his drink.
"You're early," he says.
"Yeah well, I didn't expect you to be here."
"I would not have told you to be here within the hour if I wasn't already here. But that doesn't matter right now. The way we do this is that I'm going to go to the men's washroom. Okay? You will go in after I come out and the bag is going to be in the towel dispenser, you better make it quick too." then without another word, he slips away to the restroom.
After about two minutes he exits and heads down to the bar. I speed walk over and see two towel dispensers. I slip my hand into the left one, nothing but paper towels. The second one is right on the mark. I put it in my pocket and slip out just as quickly as I came in and join Wil at the bar.
"you see that guy? The one with the pink cowboy hat?" I nod. "Ask him to dance, put the bag in your sleeve and when you're dancing put it in his hand, in his other hand will be the money."
"Alright."
I do as Wil ordered and there were no problems in the transaction whatsoever. I'm back at Wilbur's side in no time. Wilbur takes a quick shot before guiding me out of the pub. He's quiet and I feel his hand on my shoulder blades and I pass him the money.
The red bus comes to a stop and we get on the top. Sitting next to each other he finally looks at me for the first time this whole night with a smile.
"Good job." He holds out his hand. I grasp it, beaming ear to ear.
He lets go and pulls out a cig before placing it between his lips. "Got a light?" He asks knowing I do. I light it for him and he takes a drag. "So why do you need this job?"
"My landlord Tom has got me in a hell of a lot of debt. he's starting to talk weird too. honestly, at least I can laugh at that." he hums, taking another puff with a chuckle.
"I've got the supplies and you've got the time and patience I need to do the deliveries. So the job is basically yours."
"What about Ranboo?"
"Ranboo's doing car sales, like he does it from a food or ice cream truck. I do it from home."
"Ohh, that makes more sense."
"Alright blue hair, you will titled as friend. Got it? Ranboo is Ender."
"Why Ender?"
"Somethin he chose, I figured if he had a fake name you should too."
"Alright, you can count on me for your sales!" I smile widely as my tone is in a jokingly chipper tone.
He smiles and places some money in my hand before getting off at his stop. He waves from the sidewalk before heading off into the darkness of the streets.
I place my earnings into my cardigan pocket and bundle up as the cold Brighton air nips at me lightly. In no time I'm at my stop and I head up to my apartment, avoiding Tom from seeing or hearing me. I nearly collapse on my couch with my platforms still on. The sound of me entering wakes up Boils. He presses his cold nose against my arm as he gently tries to pull off my cardigan. I sit up and undress, petting his golden fur and laying in my bed before turning on some music and falling into a peaceful slumber.
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Hope you enjoyed the prologue! I finished this up a little while after Techno died, (rest in peace king) so Iwon't be writing this like techno died bcus I just don't want to hope you guys understand and tysm for reading <3 remember to drink water eat food and go to sleep at a reasonable time
