Her Brainiac (Rottytops X Male Reader)

Chapter 1: Meeting Her

(y/n) pov:

It's been about two to three weeks since I moved to Sequin Land, and I haven't regretted it since...

It was waaay better than home, a lot less boring, a lot sunnier too. The woman here also... that was a whole other story. 

It feels like I found my place here in Scuttle Town. I've met another genius like myself, who calls himself, "Mimic." That guy was like the father figure I've always wanted. Quite the eccentric guy, that one.

I'd like to call him... "The Walrus Man." Due to his gray, long beard. 

But anyway, I was developing something in Mimic's Workshop out of boredom. I was designing my own grapple gun out of scraps I found from his previous projects. 

Or just junk I found outside of town....

I had my sleeves rolled up, a screwdriver at hand and a whole lot of parts scattered on the table. I was almost done assembling it. I just had a few more screws to tighten and a little WD40 to grease up the chain, then It should be ready for testing. 

As I was working on it, Bolo came in with a few boxes. I didn't even notice him, because of how concentrated I was on the project at hand. 

Bolo set the boxes down and looked over at me. "Hey, (y/n). What are you working on?" Bolo said, approaching me.

"Grapple gun. I had to put all this scrap metal to good use." I responded. Bolo stopped beside me and watched as I sprayed oil into the barrel. 

Bolo and I both coughed at the horrid smell. "Ugh. Did you really have to use sprayable oil..." Bolo remarked, covering his mouth.

"Hey. It was all I got. And besides, you have to make sure that ALL aspects have been greased up. I don't wanna work with dull objects." I said, as I finished greasing the chain. I then inspected the gun and curled my lip. "Should be done. Time to test this bad boy!" I said, getting up from my seat and walking outside. 

Bolo had an unsure look on his face. "Uh... (y/n). I'm not sure this is gonna end well..." Bolo said. 

"C'mon. I know what I'm doing." I responded. 

We got outside and Mimic was awaiting me. He caught sight of us. "Ah, (y/n)! What's that you have on you?" Mimic asked. 

"A grapple gun. Made out of scraps I found in your workshop." I responded.

"Out of what?" Mimic said, with a brow raised.

"I'll explain later. Now... it's time to put this thing to good use." I said, aiming the gun at one of the rings set up. I looked at Bolo and Mimic. "You might wanna step back..."

The two did as I said and watched as they awaited me to pull the trigger. I waited for two seconds trying to fix my aim, then I was ready to fire it. 

As soon as I pulled the trigger... BOOM!!

The hook blew off the gun and the gun itself practically exploded into pieces. All of us got startled. "WOW!!" I explained. I shook myself off and moved away from the spot. "Shit! I was so sure I had it!" I said in frustration. 

"Are you okay, my boy?!" Mimic said with worry.

"Am I okay?! I nearly blew my fucking hands off!" I responded, rubbing my hands. I then bent over and rested my hands on my knees. "Ugh... that was two and a half hours wasted of my life..." I said with defeatism.

"That sucks..." Bolo responded.

I sighed. Mimic approached me and patted me on the back. "You tried, my boy. That's all that matters." Mimic tried to reassure me.