Warnings: You, ur mom, Y/n actually being respondible and working, for a while tho ig☠️, water dominant restaurant, you'll get wgat im saying in the end, Y/n trauma yay😍‼️‼️, Sussy Assistant sama, skibidi ohio song, author too lazy to search song lyrics, JOUNO‼️‼️, hot saidistic man makes appearance, what could go wrong, probably yn and their blind jokes, Interrogation (read: kinky torture) indications, yn manipulating the heck outta Jouno bcuz they gon get that cuddle from Fyofyo‼️‼️
Uh heyyhy late updateeeee yeah no bye les begin🙏
So yeah take this long fucking chaoter suprassing 3000 words which is the maximum I've ever written for my fic.
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"Yo dis mission kinda hard fam."
So you see; Y/N is now in Yokohama, Japan, obviously, and suddenly and very randomly realises their mission is quite difficult, to put it less insultingly as the slight chance of future dawns upon them.
They hate failure; 'It's for people not good enough", is what's their opinion to fail. It's simply not acceptable and most unwelcome.
They bit their nails nervously.
"Assistant-sama." They whisper, though they certainly can shout, even, as they walk on the lone rooftop of a skyscraper. "Hey, if you don't respond-" They walked closer to the railing, "I swear-"
"Hey, hey! Alright, Alright!" The phone made a ding sound- wait, that wasn't-
"You can talk? Assistant-sama, you can TALK!?" You asked in astonishment, bewildered at hearing them speak, before the surprise on your face turned into a frown. "Then, why didn't you ever speak before?"
They begun, "Well, It ceratinly wasn't the right place to speak at the casi-" "At the hills-" "Oh, and I can only speak in the robotic voice when we're using telepathy." "I didn't think about that, but yeah! Why didn't-" "tsk, tsk, I already answered that one-" "No! I meant the hills-"
"Y/N."
You stilled. The voice sent shivers down your spine. You could never even imagine in your wildest dreamd that, that- the warm and oh-so-cheery-and-helpful device could have such a cold, disant, commanding voice.
They began again, "Y/N," The voice still wasn't warm. "Dearie, stop interrupting." It was as if they were explaining 'good manners' and common decency- which you clearly had- to a child.
