You ever have those days where things go from good to bad? And by bad, I mean really bad!
A red head and a (h/c) are running through the sewers of New York.
You see those two unlucky gals there? Well, believe it or not the (h/c) haired kid is me, (Y/n). Your probably wondering, 'who's the red head' or 'what are two girls doing in the sewers'
Behind the two are small light gray robots the size of pit bulls with the features relatable to a t-rex.
Well two answer your questions, those things are what we are running from and the red head is actually my
co-worker and friend, April O'Neil.The red head and the (h/c) are trapped in a dead end with the bots closing in on them.
Ok, so your probably wondering how this came to be. Well, it all started......
Earlier that same day
At Stocktronics, a successful company as its owner, the one and only Baxter Stockman. He was a man of brilliance and was admired by alot of people. To him it was about the science, it was to help people. At least that's what we thought. His latest idea was to create, mousers. An advance mouse trap to take care of New Yorks pest problems. Now where do me and O'Neil fit into this? O'Neil had worked with Stockman for a long time.At first, I worked as an intern, but thanks to my smarts, I gotten a job there as a technician for at least two years now. The truth is, I'm actually 13, under aged to have a job or even be legal to get paid. Well, that was until during my internship here, I decided to check the database of the company and notice a few errors. I would try to explain what I did, but truth be told it wasn't easy to fix. After that I was offered the job and I took it. And about the pay, what no one knows can't hurt ya.
So any way, earlier today was the day of the public reveal of Stocktronics new mouse traps. Of what great purpose they can serve. Even tho I already know, I programmed them. Tho, I haven't seen the design, nor did I know its real purpose.
Third POV:
A teen in a white T-shirt, dark blue jeans, black shoes,(f/c) jacket, emerald green cloth headband with tasels around her head, and a white coat, rides an elevator to the top floor of Stocktronics.
*ring*
She grabs her phone from her jacket. The caller ID reads 'Donald', her older brother.
"Yellow"
"Hey (Y/n), let me guess the library again?"
(You: Did I mention that my family isn't aware of my job?)
"Oh gee, how'd you know" You nervously stated with rubbing the back of your neck.
"Still working on that project for (subject)?"
"Yep, I'll probably be home late, again." You paced around the elevator while chatting on the phone.
"Well I guess I'll see you later than"
"Talk to ya later"
*hung up*
YOU ARE READING
Hamato
AdventureThis story starts with you, a thirteen year old with a job at one of the successful jobs out there, Stocktronics. It will be mostly 2003, but it will have: 2003 2007 and 2012 (which I've got some catching up to do) But mostly 2003. (Might contain...