A/N: OC overkill, I know. Patience? Rewarded? Soon?
Hot and Cold by samepaverge
Prologue
Strawhat Wishbone, of the Wishbone Box Company, took his final evening rounds of the manufactory. The whole thing was falling apart, he knew, and he had most likely buggered it beyond repair, but there was just some things you had to do even though everything is going to shit. This was one of those things.
He had been making his way back to his office when he was seized with a sharp pain on his left arm that radiated towards his chest. He doubled over from the pain and fell onto a discarded pile of boxes. There was no one to call for help; everyone had gone home. The pain lasted for a couple of minutes, whereby he took his last breath before espying a character looming before him.
STRAWHAT WISHBONE.
"You're not what I think you are, are you?" He replied, clutching at his chest and finding nothing to clutch.
I AM.
"Oh," he said resignedly. "Who's going to mind my family then? And this whole dump? Should they just let it all go to blazes, eh?"
IT IS IN MY EXPERIENCE THAT THINGS INEVITABLY HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES.
Strawhat scoffed. "Right, got nothing worry about, then."
THAT IS RIGHT.
Next door, Angela "Little Angie" Wishbone looked up from her evening reading, 'Ankh-Morpork: A Citie of Commerce', and felt something akin to a twig that has just been vacated by a medium-sized bird. She shrugged and opened a page of 'The Merchant's Way: Economic Warfare for the Modern Times' and settled comfortably in her bed.