A/U: Hello. I just noticed that there isn't a whole lot of stories centered around the video game, The Wolf Among Us. So I'm giving it a shot. Tell me if I'm doing this right and I'll continue.
Disclaimer: The Wolf Among Us belongs to Tell Tale Games. I own the idea of Jack and Jill.
It was just another Tuesday. Jill wasn't in the mood for gloomy nights out on the town. Yet, here she was all because her brother, Jack, couldn't stop looking for trouble. Jack and Jill weren't the average Mundies, they were Fables, the myths and stories told to Mundies when they were children. But the Mundies don't know that. Jack and Jill were of course from the Fable, Jack and Jill. There is a hidden message in the rhyme. As the story goes, Jack fell down a hill and broke his crown. But not only did he break his golden crown, he also broke the crown of his skull, causing years of recovery until they both moved here, Fabletown.
"God how did Jack talk me into this?" Jill said to herself aloud, not caring if anyone heard. Jill was currently walking to the Trip Trap Bar to pickpocket someone. She knew that the place was probably a nest to thugs seeing as how it was, in fact a bar. Others might see this as a ridiculous way to get shipped to the Farm or down the Wishing Well, but not Jill. She and Jack ran a smooth business that depended on the cooperation from them both. Jack usually went up to the victim and got friendly while ordering drinks for them both. When the victim's back was turned or they were in the bathroom, Jack slipped a drug inside the drink that made the victim's system unable to feel the touch of anyone that would touch them. This drug was made by Jill. They were quite famous in Las Vegas. Everyone in Vegas were getting too cautious as to who approached them at a bar, so that's why they moved to New York where they learned about Fabletown.
This was currently their first time pick-pocketing in Fabletown. Jill tried to warn her brother that they weren't in Vegas and that they need to get to know if her drug would even work on Fables. But Jack wouldn't have it and insisted that they try anyway.
Jill's train of thought was interrupted as she entered the Trip Trap Bar. She saw the bartender was a woman wearing a red dress, with white hair who looked to be in her 30's to 40's. She looked to her brother, who was sitting to the right of the victim. Jack was in his 30's. He often wore a white shirt with jeans and a pair of simple black boots. Jack and Jill's hair were both brown with sun highlights mixed in from all the work that they had to do to repay the owner of the crown that Jack broke. Jack's hair was usually spiked up with gel. Jill's hair was just above her waist and kept it in a loose braid. She often wore a black shirt with jeans and simple black boots, like Jack's. Jack and Jill both had hazel eyes and sharp facial features that made Jack look handsome and Jill look pretty. They were often told that they look alike.
Jill went to sit on the other side of the target. They weren't alone. There was a large white man sitting a seat away from Jack. He was bald with a beard that went just below his side pocket of his green stripped shirt. He had multiple bruises on his face, suggesting a recent fight with someone very strong.
"What can I get for you hon?" The bartender asked. She had a low voice Jill thought she heard a bit of a New Jersey accent in there.
"I'll have a beer please," Jill replied, slapping a $20 bill on the counter.
The bartender raised an eyebrow at the action, but said nothing as she got Jill her drink.
Now that Jill was right next to him, she could get a good look at the target. He had tan skin and black hair with one white eye. A sign of blindness in one eye. He had multiple piercings in both ears. Jack was talking to the target in low murmers. Then, he turned his back to Jack to talk to the bar attender. Jill watched as Jack slipped her handmade drug into his drink with crossed fingers that this might work. The victim, now finished talking to the bartender, turned back and drank his drink. He made a funny face at first, but then shook his head as if trying to get a bad idea out of his head.
Now it was Jill's turn in their operation. With a held breath, Jill quickly slipped her hand in his back pocket finding his wallet. Luck wasn't on their side. A strong hand crushed her hand and quickly slapped it on the table. Jill looked up from his pocket, only to find that that hand belonged to the victim.
"The hell you think your doing?" He said with a furious tone in his voice. His voice was deep and husky, as most Fables' voices were.
"Uh," Jill didn't know what to say for more than one reason. He was currently crushing her hand and Jack and Jill's operation was always successful. This meant that Jill's drug only worked on Mundies.
"Wait, that meant this guy wasn't a Mundie, and this wasn't a Mundies bar," Jill thought as her eyes widened at the thoughts of what could consequences that could follow. Jill's wide eyes searched for Jack's, but the idiot was in the bathroom. Before she could think of an excuse, another man walked in. All activity stopped as he stood in the entrance and just looked at the scene before him.
This guy had red hair that ended in spikes right above his shoulders. He wore a white shirt with a loose tie on it. He had black pants on and had an unshaven face with brown eyes.
"What's going on?" He demanded. Jill guessed he was a well known investigator or something along those lines because you can't just walk into a bar demand to know something without being important.
Right after he said that, Jack finally came out of the bathroom and saw the mess that he and his sister were in. Jill's eyes met his eyes and she saw that he understood that the drug didn't work and that these people weren't in fact Mundies.