Chapter 1: Start of Something New
Authors Note: This story takes place a year after the events of GTAV. This is an OC story featuring mine and your characters. This story is going to be an underdog climbing his way to the top. A list for your OC will be listed below. Enjoy and I hope to get a lot of interesting characters.
Disclaimer: I do not own GTAV, Rockstar does.
I wake up to the smell of seaweed and testosterone in my Vespucci beach apartment. This wasn't a bad area to live it compared to Grove Street or the East end of Los Santos, if you didn't mind seeing those roided out monkeys walking around in their fucking speedos.
I didn't want to think about that though, I didn't want to think about my rent being due or the fact that I am an hour late for work or the fact that my roommate is a fucking junkie who just crashes here because he thinks he lives here.
Eh, then again he shared his weed with me so he wasn't too much of a burden. I throw my blanket off of me and get up from my bed and start to pick up my clothes from the floor. My red polo shirt and hat are in a heap by the door and my name tag is still on the front.
Hello my name is Noah Slate and I am happy to serve you.
I shake my head in disappointment before slipping on my shirt and my white sneakers. I walk out into my living room and step over Drake who is curled up on the floor cuddling with his bong.
I grab my mountain bike and stroll out the door before making my way to Burger Shot.
This was the low of my life right now. Though it wasn't always like this.
Three years ago me and a group of my friends use to run drugs in Liberty City. We were mostly stationed in Broker, but if you wanted grass, powder or dust we were the guys to go to.
We were running a sick set up until someone went and fucked it all up. That someone was my boss and my best friend.
My best friend turned out to be a mole for the F.I.B and he had all of the evidence to bring us all down, well almost all of us. My boss found out about the rat and instead of warning us, he sets us up in a phony deal and disappears off the map leaving my friends to get killed and my ass kicked out of my own town.
So, with no money and no crew I had no choice but to lay low and get a domestic job. It wasn't horrible, but sometimes when I just stay up at night I really wish I had just gotten my ass shot up with my friends.
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"Lady for the last fucking time a Fowl Burger is at Clucking Bell, this is Burger Shot we serve Bleeder Burgers." I said to the beluga whale that was on the other side of the register.
After getting my ass chewed out by my boss for being over an hour late, I had to deal with this fat bitch who couldn't believe we didn't sell fowl burgers.
"There's no need to be an asshole!" She barks out along with the chili fries she shoveled down her blow hole. He fat ass stomped out of the door leaving me to regret more of my life choices.
I knew I was gonna get more lip from my boss and I didn't care. This was all just a load of bullshit. Every day I was dealing with customers that just made me want to burn this place to the ground and what was stopping me, I would probably be a hero amongst the vegans everywhere.
I was broken from my thoughts when I was approached by another customer. I cleared my head and cracked a fake smile at my next customer.
"Hello sir, how may I help you?" I asked the man.
He was looking around like a paranoid tweeker. He looked like an addict to with his dirty hoodie and torn up jeans and his muddy sandals.
Aw, fuck.
He pulled out a pistol from the waistband of his pants and aimed it right at my head.
"Alright, nobody fucking move!" He shouted. Like clockwork everyone started freaking out. They were either screaming, hiding behind tables or both. He pressed the gun to my temple and started pointing at the register. "I want all the money in the register and a bleeder burger!"
"Okay," I say as calmly as I can before pushing a few buttons opening the register. "I'll go get you your burger."
The guy nodded and started grabbing at the cash taking his eyes off of me. While he was grabbing at the cash I grabbed the bat underneath the counter and swiped it across his hand, smacking the gun out of his grip and out through a window. It went off outside and everyone freaked out even worse than they did before, but none of that stopped me from taking the bat across this bastard's skull knocking his ass out cold.
I smirked at the poor bastard lying on the ground as I rested the bat on my shoulder. I jump when my boss comes out screaming his dorky ass off.
"What the hell did you do, Slate?" He shouted. His face was red and sweating from the commotion. I just shrugged my shoulders.
"I thought I had just saved the damn day, but I guess you don't see it that way?" I grunted out as I stomped towards him. He stepped back a bit before standing up to my face.
"You assaulted a man with an unregistered weapon and caused that gun to go off!" He shouted. "If someone got hurt, your ass is going to get arrested!"
"Well no one did get hurt and I just saved you some money, so why don't you back the hell off!" I shouted back.
"That's it I have dealt with your shit long enough!" He shrieked. "You're fired!"
I raise the bat over my shoulder to intimidate the guy and it worked as he stumbled back into the stove. I smiled a smug grin when he burned his hand on the burner and just decided to leave it at that.
I threw my hat away and tore my shirt off before going out to the back door. I stepped out of the building and unchained my bike from the fence. I wasn't too bummed about losing my shitty job, but my rent was due and I needed my paycheck to pay it off.
I figured I would worry about it later and just focus on getting out of here before the cops showed up. I hopped up on my mountain bike and sped off towards the beach.
I was actually relieved to be done with work this early in the afternoon. This way if anyone wants to rob me at least I will be able to see them coming. I took in the sights of chicks in teeny bikinis while the fast cars flew by me paying me no mind. I wanted that life so bad, but it was too far from my reach.
Deciding I would need to drown my sorrows I stopped off at a gas station and grabbed some tall boys and some chips. Before I walked in I saw an armored car parked next to the gas pumps. I remembered when I just started out my first task was to make twenty five thousand dollars in one week.
It's funny, when I worked at Burger Shot I had always seen these guys come in every Monday to drop off a bag full of money. The way they would just stroll in so casually like nothing could go wrong, parked behind the building where no one would see you and hell if you timed it right you could be out of there in five minutes flat.
Five minutes and you could be up a few grand easy.
"Hmm," Tomorrow was Monday and they would be delivering the money at nine o clock sharp tomorrow morning. "Well, I do need to pick up my next paycheck."
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I stood outside of the Burger Shot on San Andreas Avenue, dressed in a pair of black jeans and a red hoodie with the hood up and a pair of black sports shades over my eyes. I checked the time on my phone to see that it was going on nine, but the truck hadn't come yet.
I started to panic about all the possibilities that could be happening.
Maybe the place is closed because of yesterday?
Maybe someone else is stealing the money right now?
Or maybe I am being played for a sucker again?
I jumped when the truck passed me and made its way into the parking lot. I breathed out a heavy sigh and lower my hands into my pocket and pulled out a green bandana before tying it around my face.
I slowly and carefully cross the street and watch as the driver steps out of the truck and moves to the back. He looked over at my direction, but he didn't seem to think of me as a threat as he unlocked the back door and pulled out a large bag.
I pick up the pace, but I don't run as his back is still to me while he locks up the doors. When I was close enough, I pull out my knife and slam the butt of the handle down on the back of his head.
He goes down hard and I quickly grab his combat pistol that is holstered at his hip. I looked over at the passenger side to see that the door was still closed. His partner was still oblivious.
I started slamming my hand on the side of the truck to try and get his attention. I quickly ran over to the other side of the truck and peeked under the truck to see the guard's feet hopping down on to the pavement.
I saw him run towards the back, so I circled around and caught him from behind. He turned to face me, but I was faster and struck him across the face knocking him out as well.
I grabbed his gun and the bag and ran to the front of the store. That's when I saw him.
My boss was right on time, cruising up in his piece of shit, banana yellow Primo. The second he stepped out of his car I had struck him across the face and threw my bag into the passenger side of the car.
I picked the stupid bastards keys up off of the ground and started the yellow bastard up before speeding out towards Vinewood.
I made a call in advance the night before that the guy would be getting a hot car. I was surprised that no cops had been following me, but then again it was still pretty early and I was out of there in hurry.
When I got there the guy tried to get two grand for my car, but I somehow talked him into giving me four grand. It was a depressing piece of shit car, but it was worth at least more than two grand.
After we had come to an agreement I put the money into my book bag and gave my hoodie and glasses to a nearby bum. That way when the cops come snooping they will be chasing such a poor obvious mark they won't even consider me a suspect.
When I got home that night I had made at least thirty four thousand dollars in one morning. This was good, but it wasn't worth getting my ass locked up just to pay my rent and the pizza man.
Later that night Drake and I were getting stoned off our asses and eating pizza while watching another episode of Impotent Rage. The news came up earlier today broadcasting my robbery on the armored truck. Like I predicted the bum got arrested earlier today because he was wearing my outfit.
He could have snitched to the cops, but I guess he'd rather go to prison than live on the streets. I was off Scott free. Drake looked over to me and smiled.
"Hey, did you do that robbery man?" He said baked out of his skull.
"Yeah, why, you gonna rat me out?" I asked.
"Nah man, but I thought you worked at Burger Shot?"
"I did, but I don't anymore, alright?" I didn't know if Drake was having a moment of clarity and he was trying to tell me something I already knew, or maybe he was just so stoned and bored he was trying to make conversation.
"So, you are back in the game?" He asked.
"No, I am not back in the game." I mocked defensively. "Hell I don't even steal, I helped produce and market drugs."
"Heh, just like my brother." He chuckled before chowing down another slice of pizza. I quickly glance at him as my eyes widened.
"What are you saying, your brother sells weed?" I asked. He nodded before grabbing another slice of pizza.
"He grows it in a barn out near Grapeseed." He chuckled. "That's where I get my stash man."
"What the hell, how much does he grow?"
"I dunno man, I can't count that shit, but the inside looks like a green house."
"How much does he sell?" I asked. This was getting interesting more by the minute.
"Um…whatever he gives me." He got up from the floor and started to stumble towards the closet. He opens it and pulls out a princess robot bubblegum backpack. He brings the goof back over to me and opens it revealing two freezer bags full of weed.
"Holy shit Drake!" I pull out one of the bags and rip it open, inhaling the thick aroma. "Damn, the smell alone already has me on my ass."
"Yeah, he grows it fresh. I have about ten grand worth of grass in my bag." He snickered.
"Shit and you don't have anyone to sell it too," I asked. "Just those losers who sit on their asses playing righteous slaughter all day?"
"Yeah man, we sell it in small doses. We keep it spread out so no one can track us down or rat us out to the cops."
"Seriously, sounds like a lot of effort for little reward. If you find the right buyer you can make more in one week than you do in a month." I stated.
"Really, but why would you want to help me out?" He asked.
"Two reasons, one because I am tired of being nobody who serves burgers to fat bastards with diabetes. This might be my calling to be the leader of my own leader of my own operation." I chuckled as I got up from the couch and looked out the window.
The sun had set and buildings were all lit up like stars in the sky. This city hadn't been the same since the robbery of the Union Depository a lot of gangs had been taken off the map. This city was ripe for the taking.
This was the land of opportunity after all and this was my opportunity to take this city by storm.
"You never told me your second reason for helping me." Drake said.
"I need a new job." I chuckled.
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Okay, this is the first chapter of my GTA story and I hope to get some OC's from everyone who might read. Here is the list of what I want for my gang. Keep in mind I want everyone to be an underdog with minor professions who will make it big in the long run.
Name
Code Name
Sex
Sexual Preferences
Nationality
Hair Color/ Style
Eye Color
Age
Personality
Clothes: ex Hoodies, jeans and white sneakers to eventual leather jackets, suits and diamonded earrings.
Robbing Clothes, ex Suits with a hockey mask or a jumpsuit with a monkey mask.
Sidearm: Pistol, Combat Pistol with attachments if preferred.
Primary weapon: Shotgun, assault rifle, uzi.
Preferred melee weapon: Knife, nightstick, baseball bat.
Profession: Driver, drug dealer, gunman, lawyer, computer technician.
Biography
Please send me your oc in the PM please. Thank you.