'How do they know Manuel?' (Y/n) thought to herself. She was in distress and kept thinking of what may come with this... knowledge... of the radio station. She kept listening.
"Now that I think about it.... that chick is probably his sis'..." The obnoxious announcer thought aloud. (Y/n) pictured him pinching his chin whilst thinking up more clever things to say. "Anyways... I hope to dear god they tell their friends..."
That's something you don't hear often from a criminal in the world now... especially in good ol' District One.
(Y/n) simply hung her mouth open as she disconnected the radio...
She could not believe what she was listening to....
However, little did she know, there was someone listening to her and watching her every move.
After the bells chimed, (Y/n) ran into a nearby abandoned factory path, booted up the radio and turned the dile in a specific order of numbers until the Restricted Channel she listened to in class finally established a private connection. This time though, the loud, annoying DJ ((Y/n) couldn't remember his name for the life of her) didn't blare through her head phones, but another male voice with a soft, British accent.
(Y/n) knew that she was breaking the Order's most stressed rule. She knew that if she was caught she could be killed or her brother.
Yet, she still kept listening.
She felt like she needed to... fqor some odd reason."And now... we are approaching our interview-ee"
All of a sudden...
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Stereo Underground (Rebels! Hetalia X Reader)
Fanfiction"Good eeeevniing, World! This is your favorite hamburger eating DJ, Alfred F. Jones bringing you the best news and music from the underground! It seems we have a new streamer online~" (Y/n) was a regular girl in a strange world. Since the end of WWW...