3rd person POV:

(Y/n) and Marcus were walking to a specific fruit stand.

Marcus: Did you have to terrify the new girl?

(Y/n): You're right, I should have broken her arms.

Marcus: One of her arms was already broken...

(Y/n): Then my job is already half done.

Marcus:... Hey, look at your favorite fruit stand!

(Y/n): Finally!

Walking up to the fruit stand, they find it completely empty.

(Y/n):.....

Marcus: Well... Uhh... There's always a convenience store.

(Y/n) grabbed Marcus by the collar of his shirt and lifted him up.

(Y/n): And who's going pay for those overly priced strawberries?

Marcus:... I guess... I can...

He drops him.

(Y/n): Good choice. You might just get to live in your twenties.

The two head to the store.

Marcus: You better not make me waist all my money on strawberries... Again!

(Y/n): Quit your yapping!

(Opening theme)

Arriving at the store, the two enter it. (Y/n) heavily looking forward to getting his favorite treat, and Marcus who was probably going to have an empty wallet by the end of this.

Grabbing a few boxes, along with some soda that Marcus picked out, they went to buy their things.

Not really wanting to wait in line, (Y/n) everyone out of the way and cuts in front of the line.

(Y/n): Out of the way.

(Shove)

Man:(grunts)

Marcus: Sorry!

(Y/n): Get a life.

(Smack)

Woman: ACK!

Marcus: Hey, how you doing~?

Woman: Piss off!

(Y/n): I have strawberries, get out of my way!

(Kicks)

Child: AAHHHHH!

Arriving at the front of the line, the cashier takes one look at (Y/n) and decided to let it slide.

Cashier: Uh... Hello...

(Y/n): Shut up and do that beeping thing so I can get my strawberries!

Cashier: R-R-Right!

As the cashier was halfway through beeping all the boxes, three hooligans burst into the store.

Hooligan 1: What up what up what up!?

Hooligan 2: Can we get some fluffing service here in this joint?

Hooligan 3 used the metal pole in his hands to smash a few things.

(Crash)

Hooligan 3: Give us free stuff!

Hooligan 2: Yeah... And money!

Pointing their metal poles at (Y/n), who during all of this was ignoring them, they demanded his wallet.

Hooligan 1: Fork over the cash!

Marcus: Oh man... This was such a nice store...

(Y/n):(wicked grin) You want my money?

Hooligan 3: Yes, please!

(Y/n): I'll give you all something that cost more then you all have combined...

Hooligan 3: Really?

(Y/n):(wicked grin)

He pushes all three hooligans back, making them stumble around.

One of the hooligans then swung their metal pole at (Y/n) who effortlessly caught the pole with one hand.

Pulling it out of the hooligan's hand, he tosses the pole to the side, then punches the hooligan in the face.

The punch causes him to go spinning into a nearby shelf.

Before (Y/n) could go hospitalize him, the second hooligan charged at him.

Using the pole he probably stole from a signpost, the hooligan thrusts the pole at (Y/n), who use both hands to catch the pole.

(Y/n) then lifts the pole up along with the hooligan who was too stupid to let go.

(Y/n): Let's see how long you can hold on!

He began spinning around violently, the hooligan held on for dear life, but sadly for him, his sweaty palms caused him to slip off and go flying through the air and crash into another shelf, tipping it over.

The shelf fell onto another shelf which caused a domino effect of shelves tipping over and falling down.

One of the shelves fell on top of the hooligan (Y/n) punched.

Hooligan 2: AAAAHHHHH!

(Crash)

Now there was only one.

(Y/n) slowly walked towards him. The hooligan then ran, with (Y/n) quickly giving chase.

The hooligan opened the glass door, then closed it after he went through, then placing his pole through the handle, he hoped that would stop or at least delaying (Y/n).

But (Y/n) didn't let something as simple as a door get in his way, no. (Y/n) punched through the glass window and grabbed the hooligan by the collar of his shirt.

Hooligan 1:(terrified noises)

With a wicked grin on his face, it was clear that (Y/n) was enjoying himself. His enjoyment only grew as he pulled the hooligan through the glass door, leaving many cuts throughout his body.

Lifting the hooligan over his head, he walked towards a window and threw the hooligan through it.

(Shatter)

He proceeded to throw the hooligan through every window on that side of the building until eventually getting bored and leaving the hooligans alone.

Proudly waltzing up to the cashier he said.

(Y/n): Since I saved your store, I'll be taking these strawberries for free. It's only fair.

He says as a lamp falls to the ground.

Marcus shook his head slowly.

Marcus: Can we please go?

(Y/n): Sure, I don't really want to be seen in this dump.

Marcus: But you made it a dumb!

(Y/n): That's not my problem, it's there's.

Grabbing his boxes of strawberries, he leaves the area along with Marcus who follows him.

Marcus: I believe that's the fifth store we're banned from.

(Y/n): Like I give a shit.

Marcus: Well I do!

Marcus: Instead of running to the store directly next to my place, I have to run to the shop 10 blocks away from mine.

(Y/n): If it's so hard to run ten blocks, then walk.

Marcus: You're missing the point!

(Y/n): Then what's the point?

Marcus: Stop trashing convenience stores!

(Y/n): You seem stressed, you want to trash a convenience store?

Marcus:... You're screwing with me, right?

(Y/n): No shit Sherlock.

He slaps Marcus back.

Marcus: AGH! Why?!

(Y/n): I'm going home.

Marcus: Wait! I'm not done complaining!

(Y/n): Write your complaints down on a piece of paper then shove it up to your ass, because I don't care!

The two then separated and headed to their homes.

When arriving at his home, (Y/n) ignored whoever was home with him, and headed straight to his room.

Falling onto his bed, he turned on the TV he "borrowed" from his father's room and began snacking on his strawberries.

After ten minutes there were no more strawberries and a knock at the door.

(Knock knock knock)

(Y/n): Fuck off!

???: Jason, it's your father.

(Y/n):... I stand by what I said.

His door opened to reveal a well-built man, with short black hair, glasses, and stubble around his face. This man was Connor Mcknight, (Y/n)'s father.

Connor: So how have you been while I was gone?

(Y/n): You were gone?

Connor: Y-yes... For a week.

(Y/n): Huh... Didn't notice. Where were you?

Connor: At a wedding... My wedding...

(Y/n): You got married? Shouldn't you date them first?

Connor: I've been dating her for two years. I've told you several times.

(Y/n): Listen, after the twentieth word I stop caring.

Connor:(sigh)... Is that my TV?

(Y/n):... It's mine if you know what's good for you.

Connor: Getting back on the subject at hand... You're new stepmother and stepsister are moving in with us.

(Y/n): Fine, but no sex while I'm in the house otherwise I'm tossing the two of you out, literally.

Connor: I guessed as much. How about you meet them?

(Y/n): I'm good.

Connor: You're meeting them. You can come in.

The people enter the room.

Anna:!?

(Y/n):....

Connor: Meet the two new members of our family. Dianna and Anna.

(Ending theme)