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𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ━ the descendent of the witwicky's,
who goes by the name (y/n) diaz now ends
up tangled back in...
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┆彡 location ; BROOKLYN, 1994 ━ the diaz family!
As the sun climbs high in the sky, casting its warm rays over the vibrant streets of Brooklyn, a bustling environment comes to life. Various people fill the sideways, and streets, creating a lively and energetic atmosphere. Inside one of the many apartments of Brooklyn, two figures were sat a table, working on something as the turned on TV had static playing.
(Y/N) was welding something together for her brother, Noah to place together, as she looked through the magnifying glass placed near the work.
Her hair was up out of her face, tongue pocking out in concentration, "Here, try that." She speaks as she finished the welding, and moves out of the way for Noah to take over.
He shuffled down right next to her, and took the old set-top box player to place it in front of him on their desk. He put back the lose red wire into it, "Alright, hopefully this works." He mumbles, his backwards hat almost falling off his head if it weren't for (Y/N), and slips on the top of the object on the table.
"Show us the money, show us the money." He repeats constantly, as their eyes direct towards the TV's static, and Noah presses down on the button.
(Y/N) leant her back against her older brothers bulky arm, finger nails in her mouth as they waited in suspense for the TV to work. Suddenly, it turned on and started to play a movie through the set-top box.
"There we go!" Noah cheered in success, and shared a high five with his sister at their accomplishment.
"Yo, Knuckles, Sonic." A smaller voice was heard through the walkie-talkie leaning on their desk, causing the duo to quiet their celebration, "Is breakfast ready yet?"
(Y/N)'s eyes went double their size at this, remembering the cooking eggs in the kitchen for their younger brother, "Crap! The eggs!" She scrambled up out of the shared seat, and run towards the kitchen smelling the burning food.
Noah chuckled at his sisters antics, and brought up the radio to his mouth, "We ain't your butler, Kris." He replies back, holding the button down on the side, "(N/N) is already taking care of it."
The walkie-talkie static went off again, "C'mon man. Your name's on the airways. It's Tails." Kris' voice crackled over, "Plus, (N/N) shouldn't be doing all the work."
Noah placed the bigger lid over the now fixed set-top box, and picked up the walkie-talkie, scoffing a laugh, "Oh, my bad." He starts off, as he had gotten up and walked through the hallway towards the kitchen, "Christopher Diaz from 974 Wilson Avenue, apartment 2C, Brooklyn."
He arrived into the kitchen to see the girl fanning the smoke from the overcooked eggs, and rushed over to help her. He grimaced a smile seeing her scolding stare on him, and took over the cooking, "No real names. They're listening." Kris' voice was back through the walkie.
