Jacob Frye X Male Reader. Artistic Difference.

Jacob

Your leg hurt like hell. Granted falling from over three meters in the air was a great way to get yourself killed, so you were lucky to get away with only a leg injury. The soothing syrup (All in one cure my ass) and home remedies given by cheap medics gave out wasn't doing any good. It was worth it for the pistol. You had an odd urge to get it fixed, maybe frame it in a glass case. After all, it was the weapon of a famed vigilante. Craddy bumbled around you the entire day. Fretting about your injuries and leaving you with simple jobs.

The newsboy came around. Unfortunately this time your reflexes weren't quick enough and if was splashed into the soaked ground. It didn't matter in the long run as you didn't read most of the stories the news had put out nowadays. Every time it's only the same miserable drool. The only time you ever really read it was when the man was on it. "Terror strikes! The Assassin twins cause a train track collision destroying Starricks transport and damaging their own!" It wasn't new that the twins would cause chaos. They seemed to really dislike Starrick for some reason. You didn't particularly like the man, but you aren't going to argue with the man was giving you and many other jobs at some point.

For the first time in a while, you heard the front door click and chime. A man and a woman came in. The man was in a dress shirt, a vest and a top hat. The women in basically the same with a little bit of a feminine touch and no hat. Not quite high fashion but you could tell they were well off. Perhaps they didn't want to brag, or maybe they did but most subtly.

"Good morning, can I help with anything?" you asked. The man

"Jacob Frye! Good to see you, laddy!" Craddy waddled out from his workshop and shook the man's hand.

"Craddy! It's nice to see in a place where I'm not fighting. This is my sister Evie." He gestured to the Women waiting patiently behind him

"Nice to meet you, Ms Frye. I'm Mr Wallace Craddy, and the boy behind me is Mr (Y/N) (L/N)" You wave at them.

The three of them started talking before Craddy and Evie went to the back to discuss business while Jacob poked around at the other things. "So... you fight?"

Jacob looked at you and smirked "Why? Interested?"

"Well, you seem like a well off individual. To hear to fight is surprising." You leaned over the counter as he sauntered.

"Fighting is fun. Releases tension and stress for me. Besides if I can get a bit of money out of it, who's to stay stop?"

"Maybe because underground fight clubs are illegal? I don't see how getting punched continuously is fun. I'd rather sit in the quite?"

Jacob pushed himself against the counter. You pulled back slightly, and his shit-eating grin just widened. "You should come by and watch. I could always do with more supporters."

"Fat chance Mr Frye." you pulled back. Completely off the counter. "Are you going to buy something?"

"I leave the business to Evie. She's the brains behind the operation."

"Clearly."

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Abberline was waiting outside the police station for you at 12:30 "Nice to see you Mr (L/N). You ready?"You nodded and soon he led me inside. There was a room of a good 20 people in individual desks with a pen and peice of paper in front of them. It looked like a school for adults or what you imagined college looked like. It seemed you stood out. All of the men were clean and had a snobbish look on them.

"What is this Abberline?" you asked, taking your spot amongst the crowd. your anxiety flared as your eyes darted around.

"Let's call it an obscure job interview." Abberline straightened up "Just try your best for that's all you can do." He moved to the front of the room, instructing them all. "You are to draw a human based on the facial features written on the papers in front of you. By the end of 2 hours, you must have all 3 faces completed or at the very least attempted." He placed a small clock on the front desk "Your time begins....now!"