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TAKES PLACE AFTER TOPPAT RECRUIT

Requested by @Very_Old_Account , tysm :>

(Reader is adopted by RHM and Reginald right after their honeymoon, and is taught how to live as a Toppat for many years before making a decision. This one is more geared towards F!Reader, sorry. Fluffy, maybe angst, 3rd POV. Hope you enjoy!)

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   The small child eyed at themself in the mirror, astounded to see that they were wearing such lavish and beautifully Y/F/C (Your Favorite Color) clothes, unlike the dirtied, worn garbs of the ones they wore at the orphanage. At the time, they were Five years old, adopted by Reginald Copperbottom and Right Hand Man, two men who were newlyweds, ready for children.

  They looked up at their brown mustachioed father with a fancy necklace and smiled. "It's so pretty, I love it!" They thanked cheerfully.

  The fancily dressed man laughed and rubbed the child's new top hat. "I'm happy you love it dear," He began. "Because it was Righty-dearie who found it himself. After all, Y/F/C is your favorite color, no?"

  "Don't call me that Reg." The rough, orange mustached man huffed at Reginald's silly nickname for him. Secretly, he liked it.

  "Oh, don't be like that Right!" Reginald laughed before turning his attention to you.

  "But anyways Y/N Copperbottom, consider yourself a Toppat, and a part of our family! Oh, and call me Father! You can call Right over there Dad."

  The child smiled brightly at her new sprightly father and giggled. "Okay Father!"

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   The child watched from above as the Toppat members from below engaging in combat with the government members, forming a big, messy scramble. They were not sure as to feel sad for the government members for being targets for her fellow Toppats, or feel happy for the Toppats to fight them so well. 

   Right now, they have turned 10 years old, curious about the Toppats and if they could join them. Many things have happened since they were adopted, such as two of the Toppat members getting married, them graduating a class that taught self-defense, and much more.

  "Dad..." Y/N pulled their second father's sleeve while they kept their eyes on the battlefield. "Will I ever be there, fighting for you guys?"

  Right Hand Man shook his head. "Not anytime soon poppet, that's for sure..." He said, lowering the tip of his Top hat. "But I can teach you how to fight, since you graduated from that self-defense class."

  Y/N smiled at their second father, their smile lighting up even Right Hand Man. "Really? But would Father be okay with that?" They asked, cocking their head to the side.

   Right Hand Man looked to the side, his eyes turning somewhat foggy. Normally, he'd be thinking of Reginald with that face. The child would think of it as silly.

  "He would be okay with it poppet, I'm sure of it," He smiled. "After all, he is our impulsive Reginald. But anyways... I'll teach you a few fist-fighting techniques. C'mon."

  The child smiled brightly as they waved goodbye to the Toppats fighting below, happy to fight. "Thank you, Dad!"

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   *CHRSHICK, BANG BANG*

   The young girl/boy shot straight at the head of the dummy, forming two new bullet holes. They wiped the sweat off their forehead and smiled at their watching parents.

   They were now 18, almost at the end of her home-schooling high-school years, and practically ready to fight on the battlefield with the rest of the trainees. The married couple had given birth to a child named Helen Stickmin, who was now four years old.

  "You handle that pistol like you were a gunslinger in your former life, dear! You're amazing!" Reginald ran up to you. "Not even the slightest moment of hesitation, I'm jealous, really, I am."

  "They are, but..." Right Hand Man walked up to them, his arms crossed and showing judgement. "You're handling it in a very reckless way, which don't worry, is how most handle guns when their new."

  He adjusted the young girl/boy's arms, and put them in a more practical and less reckless position. "There, now shoot."

*BANG BANG*

  "That felt better..." Y/N said, "Thanks Dad! Now I just need to learn a bit more before graduating."

  He smiled almost as brightly as she did when she was young. "You're welcome, poppet."

  Reginald laughed and kissed his partner's cheek playfully. "You're adorable when you smile y'know?"

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   The young adult rolled over to the nearest rock and took cover, a flock of bullets slamming into the rock, protecting her. They brought their pistol out and shot down the nearest government soldier, knocking them down.

  "Backup, distraction needs backup, over." They whispered into their hand radio.

   The young adult Y/N Copperbottom was now 28, graduated from both high school and college, facing their first real mission at hand. 

   However, things were getting a bit overwhelming since they stood as a distraction to the five, now four soldiers that faced them, and they have already been shot. The place they chose to raid was a museum, known as the Soul Ja Man's Museum, a place with ancient 'sick beats' and the Roman Zircon.

  "Agh!" They felt a sharp, stinging pain in their left hand, seeing it had been shot while they left their guard down.

  'I can't just easily be defeated... I just have to wait until Dad gets the Zircon, and I'm out of here!' They thought as they shot another soldier down, getting shot twice on their hand.

  "Dammit! I can't let it end here, after all that training..." They cursed as their hand trembled under the stinging pain and blood escaping from each hole, dripping down.

   Suddenly, the doors to the museum slammed open, a stampede of Toppats running over the shocked government soldiers. In the midst of it, you could see a young girl that looked like Henry and Ellie's daughter protecting the Zircon.

  "Y/N!" You saw your father, Reginald run up to you and hoist you on his shoulders. "Are you okay? You're not gonna die are you?"

  The young adult laughed. "Of course not... thanks for the help though, father."

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   Y/N faced two gravestones and smiled, a few tears falling down their scarred face. Although the day was blue and sunny, it felt like it might be raining somewhere else.

   Y/N was now 39, their two fathers had passed away only a year ago, and Y/N had faced many hardships since then.

   They looked up to the big blue sky and shook their head, grabbing their luggage. Through last year, they had been questioned as to whether they'd stay as a Toppat... And it was a difficult decision.

   But now they made a decision. It was hard, but they came to terms with it and realized it was their true calling. 

   They took one last look at their fathers' graves and smiled nostalgically.

  "Thank you, Reginald, Right Hand Man. But I've decided to be a traveler... Y'know what, not buts. You'd be happy with me, no matter what, right?"

  "Good luck."

  "Good luck!"

   They smiled at them before waving goodbye, off to enjoy their true calling.

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1199 words, hope you enjoyed!