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Great. Just fucking great.
You had just gotten off of the longest shift of your life and were about to clock out for the night when some shady asshole with a gun decided that he was going to ruin your sweet, sweet downtime.
“WHERE DO YOU KEEP THE VALUABLES???” At this point, you didn't care if he shot you. At least that way you wouldn't have to go to school tomorrow.
“Sir. This is a pizza place. The most valuable thing here is the gun in your hand.” You say with a deadpan. The man, clearly inexperienced with this type of thing, attempts to stutter out a response.
“W-WELL THEN GIVE ME EVERYTHING IN THE REGISTER!” Sure, bud. You were okay with being shot, but your pay being docked this week was a no-go.
“Afraid I can't do that bucko-” He jostles the gun carelessly before your face. Woah. Okay. This was a little scarier now. You subconsciously raise your hands in defense, not willing to push this guy any further.
“Listen man. I just work here okay?-” You were cut off once again, and quite frankly it was starting to get annoying. One of the windows in the front of the store was violently kicked into. You take this chance to hide behind the counter, seeing as the asshole was now focused on something more important than the single five-dollar bill in the tip jar.
“Was that really necessary, Raph?” A voice sounds from the other side of the counter.
“Uh, yeah, it was Donnie.” Raph’s voice, you assume.
“I fail to see how, but I digress.” You can't exactly tell who these people were, seeing as you were cowering behind a counter, but you were hoping they weren’t there just to further ruin your evening.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS???” Wow. Rude. This guy just kept getting asshole-ier, huh?
“That's none of your concern-” A voice from before states before being cut off. Welcome to my world.
“Yeah! The only thing you should be concerned with is leaving that poor, underpaid, pizza person alone!” A new voice sounded.
‘Okay. Jeez. Just call me out like that then.’ you think to yourself. Is everyone just having a bad night tonight or something?
The previously very loud asshole behind the counter now only communicates via a small squeak before dashing straight out of the door.
You begin to peak over the counter after a couple seconds and spot four color-coordinated turtle yokai. Yokai were way more open to the general public after the Kraang attack, but some people just couldn't seem to accept them as fellow individuals. You thought that was weird of them.
“Hey,” The blue one calls out after they spot the top of your head peeking over the now glass-covered marble countertop. “Are you okay?” He approaches you as he talks.
“U-Uh.” Still trying to fully process what just happened you stumble over your words. “Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks, I guess.” You fully stand up from your spot behind the counter to get a better look at the saviors of your sweet sweet free time. Well, some of it at least.
“Good! Yeah so can we just get a large hawaiian with extra pineapple, two large-” His voice trails off. Wait. Was this guy really ordering a pizza right now???? Did he not see that state of the place, which honestly had nothing to do with the criminal who had dispersed just seconds before. “Are you getting all this?” He asks, noticing your growing scowl.
“Uh no. Because we’re closed. And I am off the clock.” You couldn't be bothered to put on your customer service smile at the moment.
“WHAT? But we just saved you! You have to-” It was your turn to do the cutting-of-off.
“And? I'm off the clock. I don't HAVE to do anything. I do appreciate the save though, thanks.” And with that, you took off your apron hoping to vacate the premises before the cops arrived. He scoffs from behind you.
“Fine then. And to think I was gonna tip extra.~” You knew what he was doing but you also knew that your bank account was desperate for any amount of money.
“UGH! Look! I obviously can't make you a pizza right now because of the state of this place, but if you head like two blocks that way, there's a twenty four hour place open. And quite frankly they have better pizza anyway. You know what I’ll just show you.” You let the last words spill out of your mouth accidentally.
“Really? Sweet! Thanks…” He pauses for a moment to look down at your name tag, “(Name)! Thank you, (Name).” Jeez, his smile is bright.
“Yeah, yeah lets just go before the cops get here.” You say, swiping the five from the tip jar on your way towards the door.
The blue one rushes over to where the others were waiting and fills them in on the situation. They all begin to approach as you go to open the door. You swing it open and the glass on it shatters immediately.
“Oh, god damn it!” You shout.
“Woah! You good, amiga?” The blue one speaks up again.
“Yep. Just peachy.” You say monotonously as you step over the broken glass on the ground and out the door. The others follow, caught up in a conversation of their own. You take a good look at the place you work, or more accurately ‘worked’ at, and honestly, couldn’t give less of a damn. It had been a pretty mediocre job with mediocre pay and you held no attachment to it. Good riddance I guess. You turn to start walking when the blue one stops you.
“Hold your horses, camrada! You haven't even introduced yourself yet, come meet the gang!” They all stop their conversation and their focus lands on you. You hated this. Meeting new people, yeah, not your thing.
“Is that really necessary? No offense but I kinda just wanna get home.” You finally reply.
“What?? You aren't joining us for pizza? My treat!~” You really didn't want to have to deal with this tonight, but who says no to FREE pizza in THIS economy???
“Fiiiiine. I guess it wouldn't hurt. As long as you guys aren't planning on kidnapping me or something?” He lets out a genuine laugh, which you can't understand because it really wasn't that funny, but whatever. You walk over to the group and prepare to introduce yourself but the blue one ends up doing it for you anyway.
“Guyyyyyys, meet (Name)! You know them from when we saved them just now? Remember?” He’s kinda goofy.
“Of course we remember, Leo. That happened like maybe 10 minutes ago.” A purple one speaks up. So Leo was his name. Got it.
“Soooo the one with the unnecessarily big forehead and nothing-but-purple get up is Donnie-” He begins to explain to you.
“Hey! I am fully capable of introducing myself, thank you very much.” He turns to you suddenly. “The names Donatello. Don't call me Donnie.” Damn. Okay. Harsh much?
“Yeah sure. I’m (Name)-” ONCE AGAIN you are cut off.
“Yeah, I know that. Leo literally just told us.” Riiiiiiight. Boy was he gonna get on your nerves.
“Of course.” You say through your teeth, trying to stay civil. “How could I be so dumb?” You say obviously sarcastically.
“Yes, how can you be THAT dumb.” Alright. That's it. I'm gonna- Suddenly you're met with the bright shining smile of an orange-clad turtle.
“Don't worry about him! He's like that to everyone. But enough about him! I'm Mikey, nice to meet you, (Name)!” Well, this was a pleasant surprise. He was quite the opposite of his brooding brother.
“Very nice to meet you too.” You say giving him a genuine smile, unlike the very fake and overdramatic one you had given Donnie moments before. Finally, a much bigger red-clad turtle appears behind him.
“Yeah, s’cuse him please.” He says shyly. You recognize his voice as the before mentioned Raph. “He's not the most social.” A nervous chuckle escapes the boy’s body as he extends his large hand toward you to shake. Realizing how much smaller your hand is than his you resort to grabbing his finger and shaking his hand. “I'm Raph. Oh! And uh, sorry bout the window…” He says looking a little guilty.
“Psshh, don't even worry about it. My manager totally deserves the mess.” You say and the boy becomes noticeably more comfortable. Suddenly a presence appears behind you.
“Aaaaaand, of course, you know me. I'm Leo. The smartest, handsomest, most talented of my brothers.” He says this with a little flip of his mask strands, that whip back around and end up hitting him in the face. Yup. Soooooooo smart.
“I'm gonna go ahead and assume half of what you just told me was a lie.” You tell him blankly, earning a glare in return.
“Maybe you aren't so dumb after all.” Donnie ‘helpfully’ adds to the conversation.
“Wow. thanks.” Both words fall from your mouth with the utmost sarcasm which Donnie completely ignores and gives you a smug grin and nod.
“Donnie. Can you just be nice for like 5 seconds? They didn't even do anything to you.” The blue turtle defends.
“I don't see why you are so adamant about defending them when you literally just met them.” He croaks out.
“Uh, I dunno, maybe because I'm not rude to people for no reason! Ever thought about that? Huh?” Uh oh. This doesn't seem to be going in a good direction.
“How about you just-” the purple-clad brother doesn't even get to finish his sentence before you interject.
“HEYYyyyyyy! Why don't we get going, huh? Don't want it to close on us, right?” A nervous laugh floors the drawn-out end of your sentence.
“But didnt you say it was open 24 hours?” Leo turns to you, effectively taking his attention away from the fight with his brother.
“What?? Nooooooo. Lets just go already, I'm hungry.” You manage to huff out.
“Yes, let's!” Mikey agrees.
The rest of the walk is uneventful, apart from the occasional slight here and there. You find yourself actually starting to enjoy their company. Their family dynamic is definitely entertaining if nothing else.
Eventually, you all reach the pizza place just to find a note on the door.
“What’s it say?” Mikey inquires.
“It says, ‘Sorry! We’re closed for plot convenience! Come back again another time!” All the boys seem to deflate at the news, besides Donnie who is too busy on his phone to even notice the situation.
“Then that’s just what we’ll do! We’ll take a rain check on pizza with (Name) and just invite them over the next time we have movie night! Good plan?” He looks at you. Despite barely knowing them they did save you and they do seem really nice so you figure ‘Fuck It!’ You go to respond but of course, Donnie has an opinion to share.
“Do they really have to come over for that? I mean we just met them. How do we know their not a villain or something?” Okay so maybe Donnie’s opinion had been completely valid but he had been being an asshole so you decide to ignore it completely.
“Yeah sure sounds like fun.” You respond, giving a quick smug glance over to Donatello, whom everyone just ignored in favor of your reply. He seems visibly peeved by this. Noted.
“Yes! Great! Lemme get your number!” Leo replied, obviously not thinking of how his words sounded before saying them.
“Ooooooh so this was all a big ploy just to get my number then, aye?” You say jokingly and he laughs along with you. You hand him your unlocked phone. Okay sure, not your brightest idea, but whatever.
“Whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep better at night, amiga.” He enters his number and takes a quick selfie for the contact picture, being sure to pull a pose for the camera. Once he decides on a good contact name for himself, which takes way longer than it should, he hands your phone back.
“I’ll text you the deets later! We gotta get going.” Leo says, rounding off the conversation.
“Kay. Night guys!” You reply with a nonchalant wave, turning to make your way back home.
“Night (Name)!” Mikey calls back.
“Get home safe. Text Leo and tell him when you've made it home, yeah?” Raph adds on. He seems really sweet.
“Will do.” And with that you set off on your long, exhausting (read as: literally 1 block away) journey back to your tiny cramped apartment, heart set on immediately eating and getting to bed.
It has been a LONG day.