(Y/N) is a 17 yr old boy who's accidentally mutated with the power of electricity. (Y/N) was in a world full of infected (from Prototype), making him the only survivor, and who is on the hunt to kill the man who made him this way, Alex Mercer.
Then...
Dante: Well, two things. One: You either have something for me, or two: You just came here to take a shit.
(Y/N): (yelling over the bathroom) Don't bother!
(Y/N) then bursts out of the bathroom with a brown stained plunger as he throws it to the side.
(Y/N): Jesus, six frickin' months and the toilet is clogged again. Hey, Morrison.
Morrison: Good morning, kiddo.
(Y/N): Please tell me you got the money.
Morrison: Actually, this requires another mission.
(Y/N): Great, another day without water.
Dante: Hey, we get by.
(Y/N): Really? I use the restaurant's restroom, across the street, just to take a bath. And I don't wanna spend half a year, plunging your half-demon shit down the toilet.
He stated as Morrison hands (Y/N) his hat as (Y/N) casually throws it on to the hat rack.
(Y/N): Another reason as to why I'm starting to hate pizza. Your lucky I'm here to provide electricity for ya.
Dante: What's the news, Morrison?
Morrison: Demons in the southeast. Get it done and you two will get a huge cut.
Dante: Sounds good to me.
(Y/N): Cool. Anything to get out of this waterless dump.
Dante: That hurt my feelings.
(Y/N): Well it should!
Morrison: Hold your horses, (Y/N). They only want Dante on this.
(Y/N): What?!
Dante: Why?
Morrison: It's a big job, and I don't think your little protege can handle the pressure.
(Y/N): Hey, I can handle myself just fine.
Dante: Well, 'guess I should go.
He stated as he puts his guns in his holsters and his sword on his back as he and Morrison makes their way to the door.
(Y/N): What am I supposed to do?
Dante: Stay here, watch the place, answer phone calls. You know what to do.
With the said, Dante and Morrison finally left.
(Y/N): That is if someone calls this place! We only get calls often! Fuck me.
(Y/N) sighs as he stares at Dante's desk for a moment. He then sits on Dante's chair as he begins to tap his fingers on the desk out of boredom.
(Y/N): Pfffff.... What to do... What to do...
He then notices the magazines piled up on the side.
(Y/N): Jesus, I've seen him read these a couple of times. What the...?
One magazine caught his eye as he grabs it and takes a look.
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(Y/N): ....
A few hours have passed, (Y/N) is now sleeping, slouched back on the chair with his feet up on the desk whilst his face is buried with the magazine he was reading. Footsteps are heard coming his way as he peeks over the magazine to see who it is...
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