YouTuber & Band Imagines

The title sounds really bad but trust me, it is. I like doing AUs, okay? And I'm doing Scott after this, so don't worry. To be honest, I had this long ass one written out, but when I switched phones, I forgot to save it D:

Your POV

"Where did that fucker even go?" I muttered quietly and stared around the alley-way. When I noticed a hand disappearing in-between the cracks of the walls, I quickly chased it and crawled through the gap they fled in. "Damn it all." I groaned, slightly getting stuck, but getting out of that sticky situation I was in. "Get back here!" I shouted after I got out of crack and saw the man I was chasing. I ran as fast as I could after him and tackled him to the ground. "Did you honestly think you could get away with being a sexual predator towards my best friend?" I growled, pulling out the knife I had in my back pocket.

"Yes, I actually did. Teenagers are so pathetic these days that you can actually taunt them and you start a war." He winked at me.

"Shut it, Chase." I rolled my eyes at him. Veronica gave me his name when I requested to go after him.

"Well, it's the truth, sweetheart. Whether you like it or not." He chuckled.

"That's enough from you." I sighed and stabbed the knife within his heart. When his body finally collapsed beneath me, I smiled and stood up. "Now, what to do with your sorry ass?" I pondered. I picked him up and slung him over my shoulder. It took a while, but I travelled to Veronica's paint shop and threw the body within the dumpster behind it. I knew she wouldn't mind seeing it. I pulled out my phone and started to call her.

"Hello?" She answered after the second ring.

"I got him." I laughed.

"Thank you so much, y/n." She sighed in happiness. "Now, come on back to the apartment, will ya? I'm ordering us some pizza."

"Sweet. Give me about twenty minutes and I'll be over there." I agreed and hung up. Before I could even start to head on back, I heard screaming coming from the park nearby. Veronica just wanted her shop next to it since it gave her ideas on what to paint. I groaned once again and climbed over the fence separating the park from the rest of the buildings within the city. I continued to follow the screaming until I saw a man nearly choking another man to death.

"Now, say you're sorry!" The first one shouted.

"Never." The second one, who was practically dying, smirked. The first one shook his head and bashed the second guy's head against the fence and slammed it into the concrete.

"Bitch." The first guy scolded, then looked up to me. "If you're wise enough, you won't say anything to the cops."

"Trust me. From one murderer to another, I won't." I promised. The man started to chuckle, then this enormous smile appeared on his face as he started to.. clap?

"That's amazing. Really, it is." He continued to laugh. "Well, my fellow murderer, it is very nice to meet you. My name is Mitch Grassi." He did a slight bow with a smirk on his lips. "And who might you be, my fair lady?"

"Y/n y/l/n. Nice to meet you too, Grassi. I'm surprised you're in a crap town like this. You look like you belong in Los Angeles or something." I thought.

"Well, I used to live there, until murdering 'accidents' got out of control and my face was recognizable anywhere. Had to move out with my best friend, and bam. Here we are." Mitch explained. "What about you, kid? Why are you here?"

"Same case scenario, except I moved out with my sister and later met my best friend here." I shrugged.

"Clever. Okay. I would love to chat with you more, but I'm sure the cops will find me if I stay here any longer. Call me sometime, will ya?" He handed me a slip of paper with a barely recognizable number written on top of it.

"And you just happened to have written your number down?" I raised an eyebrow.

"A man has to make a living somehow." He nodded before running up the fence and standing on top of it. "Until we meet again." He bowed once again and jumped down the opposite side, disappearing into the night. I looked down to the body and giggled. Even some of us murderers love to leave the bodies behind, and this guy was definitely one of them.

I still wonder though.. What did Mitch want that guy to apologize for?

???'s POV

"Ayy, I'm home!" Mitch's voice boomed throughout the household.

"I'm assuming you got the guy to apologize?" I turned around to look at him from where I was making us smoothies.

"Nope. Damn man stealing my money and buying booze with it." He shook his head. "Hey, there is a bright side though." He chuckled.

"And what would that be?" I tilted my head.

"I got a pretty girl's number." He winked.

"That sounds interesting." I shrugged off the feeling and continued to cut up the bananas I was cutting before Mitch walked in.

"Ah.. Y/n.. Rolls off the tongue nicely, huh, Scott?" He smiled like a giant goof.

"I'm assuming that's her name?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. It is. It has a nice ring to it." He complimented her.

"Dude, you should just visit her already. I know you want to." I suggested.

"I don't know where the hell she lives." He groaned.

"Google is a great friend." I nodded. Before he even said another word, he darted out the door. "Mitch, I swear."