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SCHLATT POV
"Who the fuck is this" I scowl at the blonde haired boy in front of me. He was wearing a stupid beanie too. LAFD? What does that even mean? He looked young yet he was as tall as me. He seemed ecstatic. Y/N stood next to him, the look on her face told me something happened, she seemed upset.
"Hiya, Big Guy! The names Big Man, 'cause I'm a big man, y'know?" The boy introduces himself, he motions to his body and his height, trying to prove to me he was a big man.
"His name is Tommy" Y/N answers my question. I hum and stare at Tommy. He didn't seem like a threat, but he knew. I knew he knew. The look on his face, his grin could've been mistaken for the type of excitement you get when meeting your hero, when it's really the other type.. the creepy stalker excitement (he knows he has me trapped).
"Ah," I nod. "Y/N, can you give Tommy and I a minute?" I ask her. She stares at me, she was aware I was gonna do something hostile, but I knew she had no idea why.
"Sorry, I'm technically his babysitter," Y/N shrugs. "I can't leave his side"
"I'm seventeen! Hence the name Big Man?" Tommy scoffs and crosses his arms. "Stop babying me! I don't even know who you are!"
"Chill," I lightly smack Tommy's shoulder. Y/N looks at me again. "I won't kill him. I literally just work with crypto, I'm not fucking evil" I roll my eyes at her. She glares at me before turning away and stepping out of my office, closing the door behind her.
I quickly push Tommy away from me, he snickers as he fumbles with the gun in his waistband. "Didn't expect you to be so smart, Big Guy" Tommy laughs. He cocks his gun and points it at me. I don't fight back.
"Aren't you the kid that keeps sending me emails and fan mail to my house?" I question, he proudly nods, happy his admiration is seen. "Nut.. pig-- it's something weird, I dunno" I struggle to recall the pen name. "Either way, you're a fan of me. Why the hell are you trying to kill me?"
"Because," Tommy begins. "You're just a small pawn in this complicated game (my friend Techno taught me that analogy!), or maybe you're one of the stronger chess pieces, I don't really know. I don't play chess" He shrugs before continuing. "But what I do know, is that you've betrayed me-- and all your fans!"
"Dude, I didn't even know I had real fans" I deadpan. Tommy seems annoyed by my response.
"What about all the replies you sent me?!" He pulls out his phone and shows me the screen. His lockscreen was a photo of a message I sent to him, (bro, I don't even remember writing it, lmao). I shrug and he angrily shoves his phone back into his pocket. "I know what you are Johnathan, Schlatt. You're a wrongun!"
"Is that like.. a slur in England or something?" I laugh at my own joke. The kid seems pretty pissed at how unbothered I am. "Look, man. Can you just tell me why you really want to kill me? Like, I can tell you're annoyed about the fan stuff but I know that's not the real reason you're here"
