🝮︎︎︎︎︎︎︎ "SO YOU WERE GOING TO GET KILLED OVER THAT?" 🝮︎︎︎︎︎︎︎
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╰┈➤ the following day came around and y/n told her father that she'd take care of the shop for the day while he hung out with an old friend of his. it was a busy day, customers in and out of the shop practically every other minute. time went by fast, allowing her to close the shop just an hour ago and giving her time to busy herself with the twins' car instead.
y/n reached for the empty pan that was on a nearby roll table, letting it drop to the floor with a pitched clap sound. before she began to work on the twins' car, she decided to check the basic things first. she was glad that she did so since the oil change was much needed. she laid her back against the rolling creeper before sliding under the car and setting the pan under the oil drain. she screwed off the cap, quickly pulling away her hand as the black colored oil began to pour out with a powerful stream.
just as she was about the slide out under the car, she heard nearby footsteps from outside the garage door that she had left open for fresh air due to the fumes of her earlier projects. she watched the unfamiliar and hefty ankle boots that slowed just infront of the garage with growing curiosity. y/n swiftly rolled her entire body under the car when the feet of the unfamiliar person took a careful step into the garage itself.
call her paranoid, but she rather be safe than sorry especially with someone as suspicious as this current person who took light and slow steps around the garage as if to go undetected. the red flags began to flow in after one another when y/n glanced at a lone chrome car rim propped up in the corner of the garage that showed the reflection of persons masked face. her heart rate quickened but she refused to let herself go into a state of panic. she carefully slid her hand to the waistline of her pants, removing a hooked pocket knife from a belt loop. flicking it open, she waited until the person took a step next to where she was under the car. she held her breath and with a quick shift of her body, she swiped her arm, the blade of the knife sharply slicing the side of the man's calf.
the deep groan and swearing gave her a the singular hint that the person was a guy and as soon as he dropped to one knee, she fully slid out from under the car, standing up straight to hold the blade close to the masked face. "what do you want?"
