*I think Rottytops is a little too underrated. Also (y/n)'s personality is supposed to be a genius inventor in this story. Just think of yourself as a socially awkward Tony Stark.*
When a qualified genius meets an obstinate and flirty zombie girl...
It's been about ten hours since (y/n)'s hangover. Scuttlebutt was at his desk reflecting about what happened while (y/n) was still in a cell, fast asleep. The guard came into the room and approached Scuttlebutt's desk.
"So, any reports?" Scuttlebutt asked the guard.
"No, sir. But I did my research on Mr. (l/n)'s history. Mr. (l/n) is a qualified genius, a high school drop out. Moved to Sequin Land for unknown reasons. His intentions are never clear. But one thing I did manage to find is that Mr. (l/n) displays compulsive behaviour. Prone to self-destructive tendencies." The guard finished his statement.
"Hmm..." The mayor mused in reflection. "I must have a word with him before I could make a decision. Bring him in here." The Mayor requested.
The guard nodded and walked towards the cells. He opened the cell gate to reveal a half-awake (y/n) lying on the floor. (y/n) squinted his eyes at the sudden break of darkness. The guard approached him and pulled him up off the floor. "Alright. Come on, Mr. (l/n). The Mayor would like to have a word with you." The guard said, taking (y/n) with him.
"Alright. Just no cavity searches. You're already a pain in my ass as it is..." (y/n) responded.
"Amusing." The guard responded.
The guard and (y/n) arrived at the Mayor's office and the guard sat (y/n) down in front of the Mayor's desk. (y/n) was still kinda hungover from last night. He looked at the Mayor who gave him a melancholic look.
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"Ah, if it isn't knock-off Aladdin. How's it going, Mr. Mayor?" (y/n) asked him.
"I'm doing fine, (y/n). Thanks for asking. So, I think you know why you're here. Do you?" The Mayor asked.
"Um... stealing the magic carpet?" (y/n) asked jokingly.
"No. It's... something different. You've been vandalising the Sequin Palace last night. What were you thinking?!" The Mayor asked sternly.
"I was drunk..." (y/n) said with a low voice.
"That's really no excuse to be vandalising property, Mr. (l/n)."
"Come on! I was too caught up in the moment. I don't usually get to go out and party like that-" I was then cut off by the soldier slapping my shoulder. I jolted up and snapped out of it.
The Mayor sighed. He was in deep thought for a couple seconds before looking back at (y/n). "You know what, (y/n). It doesn't matter if you were drunk or if you too caught up in the act. I'm still fining you." Scuttlebutt added on.
(y/n) raised his eyebrows in curiosity. "Alright. How much?" He asked.
"50,000 rubies. By the end of the month." Scuttlebutt responded.
(y/n) wasn't really fazed. He wasn't moved the slightest bit. "Consider it done." He replied.
"Excellent! By then we'll have the wall fixed in no time!" Scuttlebutt said with delight.
