Henchman x Female Reader (DISCONTINUED {for now})

Chapter 3: Friendship

Down in Inkwell Hell, you were sitting on your bed reading a book. You were reading the book, Gone With The Wind by Margaret Mitchell. You were on chapter 52, and you were astonished at the author's writing skills. It was like the words were literally dancing off the page. You continued to read the book until you heard a knock at the door.

"It's always open!" You shouted.(🎶La, la, la, la-la, la, oooooooooooohhh Whatever happed to predictability, the milkman, the paperboy, the evening tv, ooooooooooohh🎶) Just then, a short purple demon with gloves entered the room with some coffee. He set it on the table for you to drink, you didn't know him, but he seemed like a nice guy. The room was awfully quiet, so you set your book down, and decided to make conversation. "Hi, I'm Y/n" You said, trying to empty the quietness of the room. "I'm Henchman." Henchman replied. "Nice to meet you, Henchman." You said with glee "To be honest, I recognize your voice." You exclaimed. "Huh?" Henchman commented.

"I recognize your voice, weren't you on Roll The Dice that one time?" You said. Henchman then gasped in excitement. "YOU LIKE ROLL THE DICE TOO?!" Henchman squealed. "Yeah!" You replied. "Finally, someone down here who also enjoys Roll The Dice." Henchman said. You both hugged. "I actually know King Dice." You said randomly while you were both hugging. Henchman was surprised and let go of you. "Wait really?!" Henchman asked, shocked. You nodded. "You have got to tell me how you two met." Henchman said while wagging his tail. "I will gladly tell you." You said while both of you went and sat on your bed.

Alright. It's Rewind Time (Angelica during Satisfied) ;) Real MVPs know that reference

It was the 1920's. You were at a speakeasy bar because you were on lunch break. You were just sitting there staring at the wine bottles. You didn't smoke or drink, but you felt like you just needed a break from it all, so you just decided to hang out at the bar without drinking. Just then, a dice-headed man with a cigar sat next to you.

"Hello ma'am, You can call me Dice." Dice said. "I'm Y/n." You said, not making eye contact with him. You were unsure of his intentions, but it seemed like he was a nice guy, so you decided to keep the conversation going. "What are you doing in a place such as this?" Dice asked. "I'm on lunch break." You replied. "What about you?" You asked. "I Just come here sometimes, you know to be honest, I hope of running my own game show." He replied. "Oh, that's cool!" You exclaimed. "Can I buy you a drink?" Dice asked. "Kind offer, but I'm fine, I don't drink." you responded calmly. "Oh, nonsense! You should at least have a sip!" Dice said. Dice called the bartender, and you nervously and politely asked for a shot of Winnings Riesling (popular type of wine in 1920's). You didn't actually drink it though.

Dice also decided to get some whiskey on the rocks, like a lot of it. You were honestly kind of worried for him, since he was obviously going to get drunk, so you chose to talk to him...again. "Hey are you alright, Dice?" You said with concern. "Yeah, I-I'm- hic -fine. W-Why'd you ask?" Dice said. "Dice...you're drunk." You explained. "Doll, I'm- hic -serioush, I-I'm not drunk." Dice replied, clearly drunk. "We need to get out of here. Where do you live?" You asked Dice. "At my house." Dice said back. You sighed, payed the bartender and thanked him, and dragged him out of the bar. He eventually told you where his house was, and you both got there safely.

Timeskip brought to you by Raid Sh-

Dice woke up to find himself on the couch. He looked around his house. "How did I get here? Wasn't I drunk yesterday?" Dice said out loud to himself confused. All of a sudden, he had the urge to throw up, so he quickly went to the bathroom, and threw up. When he came back, he saw a note on a drawer beside the couch. It was from Y/N.