ᴾᴼᴵˢᴼᴺ ᵀᴼᵁᶜᴴ ( Shigaraki x Reader )

ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ʙᴏᴏᴍ

(Y/n)'s pov:

The bad part of town.
Gangs, killers, drug dealers, and me.

I don't mind it really. I don't really get scared of stuff like that. I live in a raggedy apartment by myself. I'm 19, so I don't live with my parents anymore. I visit them every so often, though. I work a night shift at a convenience store, so you can imagine the utter amount of bullshit I have to deal with. I've been threatened to "hand over all my money" at least 7 times. And I've only been working here for 3 months. I actually got kidnapped and held for ransom for the first time last week. Boy, that was fun. I've been in so many of these situations, that I'm actually starting to recognize police officers. People in this part of town, aren't dealt with by heroes. No, of course not, these "bad people" aren't real villains, they're what I like to call "school yard villains". They're immature and inexperienced. School yard villains are what I've dealt with and what the police deal with. I know what you're thinking, "But (Y/n)! If you hate your life so much, why don't you just move to a safer part of town and get a better job?!" And to that, my answer is: "Um ok. Two things. One, don't tell me what to do. And two, I'm a very blunt and honest person. I have no anger issues or shit like that, but I do tend to say whatever's on my mind, which isn't very good for business. For every job I've ever had, I've either been denied to be working there, or fired because of my 'attitude and work ethic'. Whatever the fuck that means." So, my solution is to work at the one place where no one gives a flying fuck about how well you do your job, a convenience store. And with the money I make here, I can barely afford to take a shit. I'm lucky I have a roof over my head.

Why do I go out of my way to explain this? Well, put simply, I'm being held at fucking gunpoint.

Yep! I got here 10 minutes ago and I'm already dealing with this fucking bullshit. It's currently 10:45 and the nearest phone is in the back room, since my dumb ass left my cell at home.

3rd person pov:

A hooded figure wearing a black ski mask currently stands at a convenience store counter. He holds a gun in one hand and a tan colored bag in the other.  Judging by the looks of this figure's masculinity, this is probably a man in his late 30's. On the other side of the counter stood a young girl. She showed no trace of fear on her face. In fact, her face was blank.

"Give me all your money!"

"....no."

By now, this was a routine for the girl. Deny the attempt and on from there.

"What the hell did you say?! I'll fucking kill you!" He shook the gun. The man was taken back from the response given by the girl. After all, who says 'no' when you're in a life or death situation like this one?

"Then do it."

"W-what?!"

"Kill me, pussy."

"You- you're f-fucking insane!"

The girl walked forward and leaned on the counter. She put her elbows on the counter and her chin in her hands. "I'm not insane. I'm just... not scared of you."

The man growled at her. "I don't have time for this teenage shit! Just give me the fucking money!" He aimed the gun straight at her head.

The girl closed her eyes and sighed. "And I don't have time for this boomer shit, but you don't see me bitching about it." Opening her eyes again she continued, "I don't think you understand the circumstances of your situation right now."

"Fuck this! I don't have time for this, the police will be here any second!" He cocked his gun. The girl looked him dead in the eye.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," she smiled.

"Fuck you, kid," he smiled back and pulled the trigger.

Click

Boom.

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word count: 700

OMG GUYS I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS AND IM REALLY EXCITED FOR THIS STORY. I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS FOR THIS AND ITS JUST LIKE AN EXPLOSION IN MY HEAD. LITERALLY MY HEAD IS ALL "BOOM BOOM BOOM" RIGHT NOW AND IT FEELS A M A Z I N G. I HOPE YALL LIKED THIS AS MUCH AS I DID. OK WEEBS, PEACE OUT