The Incredibles Fem! Reader Insert

Chapter 8: Insurance Work Sucks

The next day Bob was in his cubicle, hunched over his computer and typing out a report for something he didn't even understand. He was listening to a woman on his phone.

"Request claim on claim numbers 158153," the lady said mindlessly. Then the intercom machine on his desk came on. Bob reluctantly pressed the button and he could hear Mr. Huph's hateful screeching.

"HAVEN'T YOU GOT HIM YET?!! HEY WHERE IS HE?! RIGHT NOW!!!" Mr. Huph's secretary's voice then came on.

"Mr. Hup would like to talk to you in his office," Bob sighed.

"Now?"

"Now."

Sighing again, Bob got out of his chair and emerged from the cubicle, heading over to the elevator. But unbeknownst to him, the platinum blonde haired lady watched him go with a smirk on her face. As he left she went into his cubicle to leave something.

Inside Mr. Huph's office he sharpened one of his pencils, placed it onto his calendar and then lined it up perfectly.

"Sit down Bob," Mr. Huph said as Bob sat down, and when he did it knocked one of his pencils off the line. And Mr. Huph carefully lined it up on the line again.

"I'm not happy, Bob. Not happy," Mr. Huph said, annoyed, groaning out the last two words. "Ask me why," he said as he began walking around his office.

"Okay, why?" Bob asked, reluctantly.

"Why what? Be specific, Bob,"

"Why are you unhappy?"

"Your customers make me unhappy,"

"What, you've gotten complaints?"

"Complaints I can handle. What I can't handle is your customers' inexplicable knowledge of Insuricare's inner workings! They're experts. Experts, BOB!" Mr. Huph yelled. "Exploiting every loophole, dodging every obstacle! They're penetrating the bureaucracy!"

"Did I do something illegal?" Bob asked.

"...No..." Mr. Huph groaned.

"Are you saying we shouldn't help our customers?" the employee asked.

"The law requires that I answer no," the boss groaned.

"We're supposed to help people,"

"We're supposed to help OUR PEOPLE! Starting with our stockholders, Bob. Who's helping them out, huh?" After finishing his rant, Mr. Huph sighed and straightened up a paper on his desk. "You know, Bob, a company..."

"Is like an enormous clock," Bob said, cutting off his boss.

"Is like an enormous..." Mr. Huph started before smiling. "Yes. Precisely. It only works if all the little cogs mesh together," he said, making hand gestures to his words. "Now, a clock needs to be cleaned, well-lubricated and wound tight. The best clocks have jewel movements, cogs that fit, that cooperate by design. I'm being metaphorical Bob. Know what I mean by cooperative cogs?" Mr. Huph asked. But after that sentence words fell on deaf ears. Bob had been looking out of the window at two men who'd gotten into a fight, then he watched as one of the men got mugged by the other one. He was snapped away from looking at the window when Mr. Huph gripped his chin and pulled his face down to look at him. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, Parr!" the boss yelled.

"That man out there, he needs help,"

"Do not change the subject, Bob. We're discussing your attitu-"

"He is getting mugged!"

"Well, let's hope we don't cover him," Mr. Huph smirked.

"I'll be right back," Bob said, standing up.

"Stop right now! Or you're fired!" Mr. Huph yelled as Bob suddenly stopped in his tracks, his hand gripping the doorknob. Mr. Huph smirked as Bob's brows furrowed.

"Close the door," the boss said as his employee shut the door. "Get over here, now." He told the blonde-haired man and tapped his foot against the floor. Reluctantly, Bob let go of the doorknob, revealing he'd been gripping it so tightly it had formed inside his clenched fist. He then slowly walked up to his boss who began speaking again.

"I'm not happy Bob. Not happy," Peering out of the window he watched the mugger run out of the alley.

"He got away," Bob muttered.

"Good thing too," Mr. Huph laughed as Bob's eyes widened. "Ha! You were this close to losing your j-uch!"Mr. Huph shut up when he was gripped by the throat and held in mid-air with Bob's fist tightening around his throat.

In the corridors of Insuricare, the employees were casually roaming around, chatting and getting on with their day, when suddenly Mr. Huph was blasted through a wall, smashing into a filing cabinet. The small man groaned slightly as he laid on the ground. The employees looked through the newly formed holes in the walls, and realized something. Mr. Huph had been thrown through four walls.

"Uh oh," Bob muttered.

In the city's hospital Mr. Huph was lying in a full body cast, with a sour expression on his face. A tired and hunched over older looking man left Mr. Huph's room, he looked at Bob before walking toward the elevator. Bob followed the man, who shrugged off one of his colleagues.

"How is he?" Bob asked.

"He'll live," the man said.

"I'm fired aren't I?"

"Oh you think?"

"What can I say Rick?"

"Nothing you haven't said before,"

"Someone was in trouble,"

"Someone's always in trouble,"

"I had to do something,"

"Yeah, everytime you say those words it's a month and a half of trouble for me Bob," Rick sighed. "It means hundreds of thousands of taxpayer's dollars,"

"I know," the former superhero said ashamedly.

"We gotta pay to keep the company quiet, we gotta pay damages, erase memories, relocate your family. Every time it gets harder. Money, money, money, money, money. We can't keep doing this Bob! We appreciate what you did in the old days, but those days are over. From now on, you're on your own," Rick said as he walked into the elevator, Bob's shoulders sagged. Rick sighed again and placed his hand on the door preventing it from closing.

"Listen, Bob. Maybe I could relocate you, you know for old time's sake," he suggested.

"No, I can't do that to my family again. Everyone just got settled. I'll make it work, thanks. But listen, my eldest daughter had a similar incident at school yesterday with another student called Becky Forrester, so you might wanna look into that,"

"I will, take care of yourself Bob," Rick said as the elevator doors shut. Bob stood there by himself and sighed.