9 Pocket-Sized Mercenaries???

The Box On The Sidewalk

Welcome to this Short Book of

9 Pocket-sized mercenaries?

The book will be short, but I'll try to make these chapters long..

hope you enjoy!

(Y/N) = Your Name
(L/N) = Last Name
(H/L) = Hair Length
(H/C) = Hair Color

Edit: Making some small changes due to rereading and noticed some sentences that don't make much sense. Excuse them, please and thank you.

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"Shit!!! I'm going to be late!!" You yelled as you sprung out of bed and ran to your closet, searching for your work clothes.

You had a job at a very expensive bakery shop.. and you were supposed to head there at 9:00... And it's 10:24. (Expensive bakery shop is like the original TV show, Cake Boss. Look it up if you don't know what I mean..)

Anywho, you dropped your work clothes on your bed and quickly start changing. After that, you ran out the door with your keys in your hand. You were sort of shoving people out of the way, quickly apologizing to them as you pass them, and ran to a stop light. You pressed on the button on the tall pole more than 100 times, waiting for the light to turn. As soon as it showed the 'walk' light, you ran.

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You can see the shop not far from here as you continue your pace, but something made you trip and you fell to the ground. Groaning, you slowly stood up, fixing your (H/C) hair to make it look ok. You look behind you to see what tripped you, hoping it's not those kids who like to mess with you everyday. But nope... Your eyes looked down to a box that was laying on the sidewalk. You walked to the box and picked it up.

"Mann Co?" You asked confusedly, examining the box in case of more information. As you tilt it, something moved inside the box, making a soft thud, a small, yet cute 'ow' was heard in the box. You 'hmm' quietly, basically ignoring the sound, and held the box by your side as you start making your way to the shop. As you walk in, you don't see the boss anywhere, so you casually walk in.

"(Y/N) (L/N)!!!"

'Well.. Shit....'

You slowly turn to the right where your boss, Mr. Taylor, is standing there, arms crossed. (You really hate your boss.) You smile nervously as he approached you. "H-Hey Mr. Taylor... I'm sorry that I'm late.. My--" Your boss immediately cut you off when he know what you were going to say. "Don't you dare make any more excuses about your damn clock, (Y/N)! This is the 5th time you been late this week. If this keeps happening, then YOU'RE FIRED!" He yelled. You sighed softly and continue to hold the mysterious box. "I-I'll try not to do it again sir..." You said quietly and you walked away from him and to the kitchen, where everyone is at.

As you pass everyone, you got some hellos and a rub on the top of your head. You slowly put the box on a table along with your purse/bag. Before you walked away, you heard something come from the box. You shrugged your shoulders, thinking it was your imagination, as you walked away and to your best friend in this only building, Natasha. "Hey (Y/N).. Heard you were late...... again.." She said as she slapped some dough. You stood next to her as you put your hair up in a ponytail. (If you're hair is short, then leave it down)

"Yea.. It's not my fault though! It's my stupid alarm clock.. it feel like it has a mind of its own whenever I have to work..!" You softly yell as you grab some flour. Natasha looked at you sort of funny and laughed a little. "Really, (Y/N)? A mind of its own?" "Don't start giving me this again, Natasha.." You said with slight annoyance as you moved away from her and to Mark. As you continue to work, the box moved a bit by one inch and stopped there.

Time Skip to the Afternoon...

You were about done with the last touches of a beautiful cake for a little girl. Slowly and carefully, you move to the fridge so it can cool for a bit and it'll be perfect for tomorrow. You exited the fridge and grabbed your purse/bag and the mysterious box.

"(Y/N)!" You boss yelled from outside the bakery shop. You quickly ran out to meet your boss you hate so very much. "Y-Yes boss?" He locked the door behind you and he moved back to you. "You did good today.... But remember if you come to work late AGAIN, YOU'LL BE FIRED!!" He yelled in your face, spit landing on your face and your work shirt. "Yes, sir.. Have a good night, Mr. Taylor...." You said to him as you walked away from the shop, praising yourself that you're finally done with that man for today.

You opened the door to your apartment and softly slammed it closed. You dropped your purse/bag on the floor, but you held onto the mysterious box till you head into the kitchen. As you place the box on the table, you noticed the left side of the box, small bits of it is gone and has small bite marks. "The hell?" You whispered, poking the small bite mark on the box. You get a little nervous over small bits of the box gone. 'Is there a living thing in there??'

You stood up to grab a small knife from your knife block, moved back to the box and opened it slowly in order to keep whatever the living thing in there alive. You managed to cut it open and slowly, you open it....

And there in the box, stood 9 small men.

All of them stared at you and you stared at them, confused. One of those small men had small bits of the box near him. Also with small bites on them. A big guy, with a miniature minigun near him, smiled nervously. "Sorry.. Heavy was hungry.." He apologized, rubbing the back of his head. You really want to tell this small, yet grown man, that eating cardboard is bad for you, but you were just...

Frozen... ( Just writing that word reminded​ me of the movie..... I hate the God damn 'Let it go' song!!! )

The small man wearing a mask smirked and grabbed something from his pocket. "I think 'e just lost ze (lady/man).." He said, lighting a cigarette. "Well no duh, Spah! (She/He) is looking down at 9 small, yet grown men in a freaking box!" The boy with a hat and headphones said. He held his bat up in case he really wants to hit 'Spah'. "More like 8 men.." The 'spah' said sarcastically. The hat boy turned to them and walked towards him, looking angry at the insult, but he was grabbed by you.

"What da hell? Put me down!" He yelled, waving his bat back and forth at you. You giggled softly, watching him just swing his tiny bat around and not even hit you. "You look cute when you do that.." He immediately stop squirming and stared at you, now angry at you over the word 'cute'. "I'm not cute!!!"

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Ok.. I'm sorry that I'm gonna end this right here.. I heard something going to happen to Comcast in a few and my wifi is going off.. don't know how long

But I hope u enjoy!