You wake up at home, tucked neatly into bed– having your own headache now. Last you remember, you and Fiddle were talking in the woods… and then–
There's a knock at the door.
Your thoughts are entirely interrupted as you scramble to answer the person that requests your presence at the front of the house.
You open the doors in your pajamas to your boss: Amazook. Owner of the company, Amazook.
It's the same sight you were faced with before the tea party.
“Y/N! Hello!” He greets cheerfully, but not without a look that seems relieved. Amazook's wearing his usual work clothes… or actually, just his regular outfit. Where'd he come from?
“Uh, hi.” You reply almost awkwardly, not knowing what to make of this situation (your boss showing up at the front door of your home).
“So,” he begins again, pushing past you in the doorway and walking into your house without even asking. “Problem.”
You frown, literally so confused, but closing the door anyway to continue talking to him inside. “Wha–”
“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!” He shouts, turning to face you quickly. It startles you.
“I-I don't know what you mean–”
“You haven't shown up to work in days! I didn't even think you were going to answer the door!”
You look around helplessly. “Huh?”
Amazook is beyond pissed. “Don't huh me. You're the best boxer I have! I need you!”
“...I'm flattered, but we were just at the tea party yesterday, remember?” You talk to him slowly, much like you would to a child. Sometimes he's pretty slow to understand things.
He blinks furiously. Wow! I didn't know that was a possibility. “Y/N.”
You start to ask what again in response to him saying your name, but he cuts you off as you open your mouth:
“This is not a game. I take packing and delivering boxes VERY SERIOUSLY. I take delivery SERIOUSLY. Some even say I'm copying Amazon because we have close…” He pauses, gesturing aimlessly while he looks for the word.
“...Names?” You cut in.
“YEAH. DEFINITELY THAT.--- ANYWAYS, I take boxing very seriously. And I require that my employees also take it very seriously. Do you know what you haven't been doing, Y/N?”
He gives you no time to answer for the third time.
“BOXING!” He shouts it at you, but you're still lost. Maybe you're the one with an audio processing disorder.
Not him.
Your frown deepened. “...Amazook,” you start slowly. “I take… boxing… very serious–”
“Oh! Nevermind then.”
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Revised Grocery Gang x Reader
Fanfictionthe squeakweal This is going to be very // somewhat different in comparison to the original. As it is not satire I will actually take the characters into consideration as well as the story line. There will be new characters, places, and instances. I...
