Her Brainiac (Rottytops X Male Reader)

Chapter 9: Work Hard, Play Hard

(y/n) pov:

It's been a week since that little adventure me and Rotty had, and oh boy, was it worth the goose chase. The Mayor didn't charge me shit, I got to meet some new and interesting friends, and that kiss... don't even get me started. That was the best thing I've ever felt in my life.

But anyway, everything started to calm down, no sign of Risky recently, Rotty and I haven't really seen each other for two days. Strange... I wonder what she's up to in her spare time.

I was in Mimic's Workshop, teaching Bolo how to craft smoke pellets. I promised that I'd teach him how to make smoke pellets one of these days. Today was the day, I guess. 

We were sitting at the workbench with the compounds and ingredients to make the projectile. I had already made two, Bolo was finishing up his first one. He was having trouble with finalizing it, but he came through as usual. Bolo smiled and looked at the pellet. "Finished! So now what?" Bolo asked.

"Throw it on the ground at full force. See if it'll create a smoke screen." I told him.

Bolo did as I asked and threw it on the ground. The smoke practically filled up the entire room. It was like a fatal sweatlodge in the work shop. Or if someone lit a giant fire in here. Bolo and I started coughing and Mimic walked it. "What are you two doing?!" Mimic asked angrily, while covering his mouth and nose. He then ran for his new vacuum he made. It was just in case some poisonous gas filled up the shop or something he said.

Mimic then turned on the vacuum and held up the hose, allowing the smoke to be absorbed into the container. It took about twenty seconds before the gas could be fully diminished, but after it was to the point where we could breath again. Mimic turned the vacuum off, and threw the hose to the side. "Alright! Whose smart idea was this!" Mimic asked with irritation. 

Bolo shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, it was (y/n)'s idea." Bolo responded.

"Yeah. When I told you to test it, I meant to say, "do it outside." I replied with annoyance.

"You could've brought it up before." Bolo replied.

"Well, hey. Look on the bright side. Mimic's vacuum worked perfectly. At least we're still breathing." I responded.

"Still. That was a dumb idea, (y/n). My, my, my. One of these days, you're going to blow up my entire shop." Mimic said with exasperation.

I just sighed. "Whatever you say, old man."

After I said that, Shantae and her friend Sky walked into the workshop. Shantae wore that same smile on her face from the first time I met her. Sky just had a light smile on her face and the two were chuckling a bit, as if they were joking about something before walking in. They looked at us and smiled. Mimic went over to talk to them while Bolo continued to work on his gadgets. I was sitting there, pondering in thought. 

The only thing that came to my mind was Rotty. I couldn't get her off my mind ever since that adventure, ever since that kiss. I was hoping I'd get back with her tonight, but she's hard to find. Maybe she's around the Caravan place again. Maybe the Forest of Lost Soul, maybe Spider-Web Island, but I ain't going back out to those shitholes again. Mainly for safety reasons, but hell.

What is 'safe' in Sequin Land?

(Time-Skip)

Pass forward a few hours. It was sundown, the orange, yellowish sky was setting off a warm but chilly feeling. It was the way I liked it. The breeze was perfect and the mood was perfect. I was in town at a convention of some sorts. We were celebrating Scuttlebutt's 20th year as Mayor. I've heard they prepared a giant statue of him to stick up in the middle of the city as a 'monument' to him. Tch. I can't believe an idiot like that deserves their own statue.