Royal Pain (Guzma X Reader)

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Grunt A (female): "Nuh-uh. Nope. Try this outfit on instead."

At your place, the grunt shoved some team skull attire into your arms. You couldn't see over the pile, but waddled back to the bathroom the best you could.

You tried on a black sweatshirt with white around the collar and sleeve holes, short white shorts, and a white skull beanie. You pulled up some tall grey socks and slipped on some black and white tennis shoes. The last thing you put on was a signature team skull necklace. On the back of it was etched #36.

'Is this my new name? Grunt A4? How many times am I going to have to change my name!? Damn!'

Grunt A: "Hurry up ya slowpoke!"
"Coming!"

You stepped outside of the bathroom and twirled around for the grunt to judge.

Grunt A: "Oh yeah! This'll work yo! Boss is totes gonna love this!" She crossed her arms admiring her handiwork.
"Oh um, A?"
"Sup yo?"
"I was meaning to ask you; what exactly am I going to be doing tomorrow? What....services do I have to provide?"

Your voice was hesitant. You slightly didn't want to hear what the grunt was going to tell you, but you figured it would be better to know now instead of having Guzma tell you to your face. At least in this sense, you can run away if it's that awful.

Grunt A: "Hm. I mean...I dunno really."

'I'm sorry what?'

Grunt A: "Like boss man, he jus kinda does whatever he wants. Tells us shit he wants us to do right when he says it. Sometimes I'm stuck with cookin duty an' sometimes I'm out causing trouble and stuff."
"Oh...ok."

This didn't help your anxiety about tomorrow. You were most definitely a slave to Guzma now. You questioned whether it would be best to leave. You put your hand up to your cheek and lightly touched where your bruise was. It was still tender. Grunt A noticed you flinch slightly.

Grunt A: "Yo, what happened to ya? Who did that to ya? Do they need to die?"

You chuckled at her sincerity. I mean yeah, it was extreme, but it was sweet.

"Haha, nah. Just someone from my past."
Grunt A: "That why ya here?"
"Yeah."
Grunt A: "Don't take this the wrong way or nothin', I know ya aren't too thrilled to be joining us, but I think you'll realize you belong here."
"What do you mean?"
"Yo, like, all of us have come from a shitty situation. I'm sure boss man has too. He's never told anyone about it, but with a temper like dat, I can imagine he had the worst of all of us. I dunno tho."

This had you thinking about the way he reacted to things earlier. You know, like when he acted like a Mankey and threw that beer bottle? Maybe this grunt was right, he seems troubled.

....but maybe he was just born an asshole. That's still on the table as a reason.

After thanking the grunt for clothes, you led her outside to say goodbyes. Before shutting your door you asked, "Oh wait! Um..what's your real name? If you don't mind me asking of course." You said low.
Grunt A: "It's Valerie. You can call me Val though yo!"
"Ok! Bye Val!"
"See ya Maisie girl!"

***The Next Morning***

"SHIT!"

You jolted out of bed and hurried as you put on your "new" team skull clothes. You didn't have time to eat breakfast or brush your hair. It was 10:30 A. M. Guzma didn't tell you what time to report to him, but he made it sound like it was going to be at the crack of dawn, in which case, you were extremely late.

You threw on your yellow raincoat and stormed out the door into the shit-storm that never seems let up.

You almost slipped in the foyer upon entering the mansion. You took off the raincoat and hung it on a wall hook. There were so many black jackets and hats hanging up that you wondered how people kept up with their own stuff. Your yellow jacket though, stuck out like a sore thumb.