grey matter ~ b. hand x fem reader

An Interesting Offer

Y/n had been high before. She usually got the munchies and laughed at the most random things.

This time it was different. It was euphoric, almost paralyzing, and yet she still found herself wandering in this cave, or was it a grocery store?

Y/n hummed to herself as her hands grazed the bumpy walls. She sighed slowly as she came to a stop in front of a "rocky" jump.

"Huh," she said, "how interesting."

"Y/n!"

She turned around confused. Had someone just called her name?

"Y/n are you in there?!"

"Personality hire?" she questioned to herself.

"Y/n!"

"H-here!" she managed to shout, "I'm in here!"

She heard footsteps approaching and began to laugh. She was so close to dying alone and yet she didn't care. Maybe she should have. Maybe she should've asked herself why she was so open to going in.

"Y/n there you are!"

Y/n rubbed her eyes to see a clearer view of Brett Hand looking frazzled.

"You? No offense but I always thought that Reagan would somehow be my Prince Charming."

Brett didn't know how to react. He couldn't tell if she was being mean, sarcastic, or genuinely confused.

"We need to get out of here. The whole town has been infected by that's monster's toxic waste!"

"They'll be fine," she said walking in front of him, "at least I hope so."

"You hope so?"

"Yeah. I'm coming down from my high so I'm thinking more clearly," she motioned behind her, "watch out for those sharp rocks."

Brett looked over at where she was pointing and cocked his head, "Y/n those are cereal boxes."

"Are they?" Y/n turned around and blinked at the rocks that had suddenly becoming cereal boxes, "whoa...trippy."

"I think you're still hallucinating," he said taking her hand.

"We're in a grocery store?" she whined, "I fucking knew it!"

"Y/n! Focus! What did you discover about the monster?"

"Well," she pointed at herself, "it's toxic so I'll either be dead in a few minutes or suffer some severe health problems in the future," she picked up a jar of pickles. She turned to face him, "can you open this for me?"

He sighed, "okay, say you do die," he took the jar from her, "what do I do then?"

"Nothing I suppose. Cognito would send a group of scientists to cover this up and then you'll get demoted."

"Demoted? I'm technically an unpaid intern there's nothing worse than that!"

"Well then you'll get fired," she said with a roll of her eyes.

The pickle jar's lid popped open. Y/n took the jar from him and began removing the pickles inside, "if you're lucky though, I may just survive this."

Y/n finished removing the pickles from the jar and began chugging the juice inside. She threw the jar aside and cleared her throat. She smiled at the area around her as the grocery store slowly became more clearer than it had been before.

"Holy shit I didn't think that would work," she laughed.

"It worked? You're cured? How?!"

"Pickle juice has a lot of antioxidants," Y/n responded as she wiped her mouth, "think of it as like a hangover cure for this slime."

She took another jar of pickles off the shelf and waved it around, "let's go save this town. Figure out the rest later."

...

Myc laughed amusingly at his high friends. Gigi had been petting a mirror for a long time and talking about the pretty woman inside it, Andre was laying on the ground and staring at the ceiling, Glenn was in the bathroom playing with the sink faucet, and Reagan was in a corner laughing and crying to herself.

"Oh God, I wished I filmed all of this from the beginning," Myc said pointing the camera at Andre.

The quick stomping of feet made him sigh, "party's over," he said to himself.

Y/n and Brett entered the room and gasped.

"I am so not getting my deposit back," Y/n sighed. 

"Did you figure out how to cure this?" Myc asked as he stood from the ground, "if not I think this video would be wonderful for their funeral service."

Y/n rolled her eyes, "are you done or do I have to wait to force feed these guys pickle juice?"

...

The ride back home was silent. After Myc had shared the video with them everyone was too embarrassed to bring it up. Saving America was also very exhausting work.

Y/n drummed her fingers against her thighs. She was used to silence but not from them. She cleared her throat and stuttered out, "I'm sorry."

The group froze. Y/n saying she was sorry? This was new. Was she still high?

"Sorry?" Reagan questioned, "y-you're sorry."

"Yes. I am," Y/n replied.

The group looked at each other. Why the sudden change of heart? Had she gone completely mad?

"I'm sorry for not telling you what the slime was. I'm sorry you got hurt by it. But mostly I'm sorry for being bitchy today...you all could have died."

"Well, I can't speak for all of us but I accept your apology," Brett said.

Y/n smiled, "thank you Brett. You are hard to hate."

Brett smiled. She had said his name. For the first time she said Brett. Not Mr. Hand, not personality hire, not yes-man, she said Brett.

"We all make mistakes," Reagan stated, "I'm just glad you saved our lives and the lives of those citizens."

Y/n nodded and reached into her pocket. Her eyebrows furrowed at what was inside. She pulled out the rusty triangle pin and frowned, "you were real?" she whispered to herself.

...

By the time she got home Y/n was still thinking about the rusty triangle pin. What did it mean? Was it a coincidence that she had found it?

She toyed with it for a while before eventually tossing it onto her dining table. This triggered a reaction from it as it immediately displayed a projected screen of the shadow board.

She gasped as they spoke to her, "greetings Y/n Scheimpough. You've found our message."

She stepped back shakily before falling onto one of her dining chairs.

"You're receiving this message because we need your help."