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Devisal: Book Six

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The one where Ride Operator and CO teaches GANG MEMBERS the Hard Way not to use the employee breakroom. Complete AU.

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Title: Devisal: Book Six
A/N: AU fic, strictly written for fun. The ages are Jari 21. For story purposes; the 'history/timeline' of RPF has been changed; everyone in the character roster are assumed to be eighteen or over, the setting will be The Real Life Universe. This fic is based (loosely) off The Simpsons tv/movie/etc. franchise.
Fandom(s): RPF(main)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is a work of fiction. The characters herein are based on real people, but the words and events are completely made up. They are not intended to be mistaken for fact, and no libel is intended.
Summary: The one where Ride Operator and CO teaches GANG MEMBERS the Hard Way not to use the employee breakroom.
Rating/Warnings: R. OC, OOC, Mild to Strong Language, Violence, Adult situations/subjects, Alcohol/Drug Abuse, Abuse, Rape(references), and etc.
Pairing(s): None (Any will be peripheral and not central to the story)
Cast
Jari Kennish…Freddie Highmore
Jari's father, John Kennish...David Cubitt
Jari's mother, Kathryn Kennish...Vera Farmiga
Tatianna Areizaga, Nikhil Dubey, and Daniel Ricciardo...Themselves

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In the world of The Simpsons there are many places. Filled with good and bad people. Every person has their own story. This is the story of a young adult from the town of Springfield Jari Kennish.

"So you see..."

Life's funny, ain't it? I would read books all the time in pre-k. Even though classmates mocked me for it. Even though classmates tore pages out of my favorite books and fed them to their pets. I dropped out of the school orchestra in middle school.

I never told the director about the rest of the choir sabotaging my instruments.

My parents were working all the time back then. When my stepfather was around, he said they hated me because of jealousy.

Because I was better at doing certain things that they weren't.

I just didn't fit in. You might be wondering who I am now right? I'm Jari.

My summers were spent working at Walt Disney World as the Space Mountain ride operator.

It wasn't all sunshine and roses. Thanks to a group of local gang members driving a golf cart throughout the theme park.

I almost got hit by the golf cart a few times.

But the Tower of Terror ride operator would normally shove me out of the way. I chose to follow safety protocols.

Disappointing many visitors when I temporarily shut down space mountain.

Nikhil said "Jari that's the second fucking time I've had to shut down the tower of terror because of them." after shutting down tower of terror as well.

I replied "I feel your pain." but someone getting hurt because of the gang member's "psycho" antics meant my job.

I was walking through magic kingdom with Nikhil a few days later.

He grabbed my hand and asked whether I reported the gang members.

I replied "Nikki I've written several incident reports. It's obvious no one gives a shit." with a grimace.

He said "Jari just keep documenting everything." assuming the higher ups would eventually listen to the reports. I strongly doubted that.

The gang continued causing problems.

Report after report was submitted by Nikhil and myself. But nothing was done about it. 

But then the Walt Disney World COO inadvertently put a stop to the gang.

I was about to open the queue for space mountain when the COO approached.

She announced "we're going to move the employee break room to another location due to a safety issue." not knowing she just made my week.

I said "Tati this is excellent news." the old building's renovation was news that I would enjoy telling the gang about.

I witnessed the renovation with Nikhil one week later.

We stood a safe distance away from the old building. The modified golf carts of the gang members were destroyed "due to collapsing floors and a fire that broke out" during the renovation.

Daniel the gang leader would blame everything on me and Walt Disney World.

I protested "it's not my fault bro." reminding him of the several warnings given to him before the renovation.

Daniel said "you're going to fucking regret this." but thankfully opted out of physically harming me. 

Months Later I would sit at the Walt Disney World Cinderella's royal table. Tati "who pulled out my chair for me" sat at the other end of the table. She updated me on the recent developments with Daniel's gang. They sued Walt Disney World after their insurance company rejected their claim. Nothing came of it. I commented that they wouldn't be able to drive the modified golf carts through the park again anyways. There were new security measures. From enhanced ticket validation to increased surveillance. Daniel and his gang should've known it's funny how people would do things to convenience themselves regardless as to how they made things inconvenient to others until it becomes an inconvenience to them.

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A/N: This is all that I have to write for this story, thanks for reading. There may or may not be a sequel out eventually.

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