Mercenary Scum: Fem OC X Male Reader Insert!

Chapter 2: New Business

Once Y/N's team arrived back in Rogue Wave's main headquarters, an abandoned Dust Refinery. Passing through armed guards and various other Mercenary teams. They all went to their respective bunks for the night.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) sat on his bed. Alright sleep-ridden, continued counting the earned fees.

(Y/N): "1000, 1100, 1200, 1300..."

He shifted through bill after bill. Entranced by the seemingly insignificant pieces of paper, marked with a number and an old person.

He even smuggled a few of the wads into a marked box under his bunk. Placing the lastv few lien into the crate.

Flannery: "What business you have hoarding away cash eh (L/N)?"

The dark brown-haired boy asked, with that especially annoying accent (Y/N) so despised. He reached for the side of his neck, tweaking around with his artificial voice changer. Until he cleared his throat and answered back in the exact similar voice that Flannery questioned him with.

(Y/N): "What business you have hoarding away cash eh (L/N)?"

The other boy scoffed.

Flannery: "That was funny the first thousand times you did that."

(Y/N): "Fuck off wanker and hit the sheets."

He responded, still utilizing Coal's own voice to mock him. Flannery shrugged and lay back down. (Y/N) closed the crate and shoved his box back underneath his bunk. Before throwing the covers over himself, drifting off to sleep after a few passed minutes.

- Timeskip -

???: "Hey, (L/N) Jr. wake up. Your dad's got a heavy paying job for us."

Dreadshot shook (Y/N) about as he continued sleeping. The young mercenary mumbled incoherence as she continued shaking him.

Dreadshot: "Wake up!"

(Y/N): "Kiss me Amelia..."

He muttered. His vocal changer still unchanged from last night.

Dreadshot took out her backup pistol. Holding it up to the ceiling. She fired it twice. This woke the boy up instantly. He yelled, surprised at the sudden burst. As Dreadshot giggled a bit, holding it in with her palm.

(Y/N): "Oumdammit! Please don't do that!"

He shouted. Dreadshot holstered her firearm as he slipped out of bed. Grabbing his dual pistols. He followed Dreadshot through the abandoned refinery, past all the other Mercs, all the way to his father's office. The rest of the team was already there, his father behind his desk. His office was significantly fancier and more modernized than the entirety of the old structure where Rogue Wave resided. Oliver and Flannery were both leaning on a wall, inspecting their weapons as (F/N) was currently on the phone with a customer.

(F/N): "Yes Mr. Taurus. My Mercenaries are on their way to you as we speak... Yes, they're all Faunus... I want my 65,500 by the end of the day, mark my words."

He placed down the old rotary phone, settling both of his hands on the table.

(F/N): "Faunus cheapskates... Good day (Y/N), I trust last night's job went smoothly?"

(Y/N) adjusted his modifier back to his default voice before speaking forward.

(Y/N): "As smooth as they go dad. So, who's our next lucky customer. Besides that ring-nosed Faunus terrorist."