Hebetudinous | Mob Psycho 100 X Reader

5. Johnny Test

 It's been like two days since I saw Mob and Reigen. I'm kinda bored. I mean, I could always harass gangs, take their money, torture them a bit more, and hit the arcade... but that's too much work for my liking.

I sighed, sitting down on a worn out chair in an alleyway. I couldn't find an empty apartment today, so I just gotta make myself like this dirty ass place you call outside.

I do have Mob's number, but I believe it's school hours. "God gosh darn everyone to hell."

I heard a can fall and roll down my way. An evil spirit?! Bruh, I'm done with this ghostbuster shit.

"HEY EVIL SPIRIT, I'M ON MY BREAK, IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YA, YOU'LL JUST SKRRT AWAY!"

The noises near the dumpster stopped. Finally, I'm really not trying to obliterate a stupid ass ghost again.

But then it continues. Maybe it's not a spirit? It could be that homeless guy I see almost everyday dumpster diving. Nah, he doesn't like Tuesday's trash.

"Bruh, stop making noise, or I'll really beat the shit out of you. I'M NOT PLAYING THESE GOD DAMN GAMES MAN!"

The noise stopped again. Next thing you know, I feel a light touch on my shoulder. I quickly spun myself around for my eyes to meet nothing.

"WHO IS MESSING WITH THE GREAT AND POWERFUL GHOSTBUSTER?! NOT FUNNY MAN, DIDN'T LAUGH, 1/10 PRANK BRO!"

"God, you sure are a loud one." A voice next to me chuckled. I turned around again to see NOTHING.

"Bro, I don't know what you're trying to do, but please stop. I'm trying to relax-"

"Why am I the one who has to stop, why can't you, loudmouth?"

I gasped. How DARE THEM.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING LOUD-"

A hand fell over my mouth, shutting me up rather quickly.

"You, duh. Like do you have an off button?"

The person in front of me was a boy.

A ginger fucking boy.

He took his hand off my mouth, wiping his hand on his green varsity jacket.

I put my hands on my hips. "So you're not an evil spirit?"

He rolled his eyes a bit. "Does it look like I'm an evil spirit, girl?"

I touched his cheek. Well, my hand ain't going through him, so I guess he isn't.

"So then the thing I'm sensing means..."

"I'm an esper too, now be quiet while I do something."

HOW IS HE GOING TO GIVE ME ORDERS IN MY HOUSE?! WELL, NOT HOUSE... MY ALLEYWAY! THIS IS BULLSHIT!

"What are you even trying to do in that dumpster? Are you beating your mea-"

"Pfft, no. Wish I was at the moment instead of this though." He said, hopping on the lip of the smelly ass dumpster.

"Are you looking for something? They usually take the trash on Tuesdays, so I wouldn't spend my time in there-"

"Cool it a bit, all I gotta do is find something for my dumb father. If the trash people come, give me a shout with that loud mouth of yours, yeah?"

"Bruh sound effect #1."

He stopped digging in the trash again. There was a bit of awkward silence.