This is a story about (Y/N) meeting Bojack Horseman in the year 2006. Is it too late to save Bojack? It's up to (Y/N) to make her decisions about whether this old horse is worth saving for.
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I made this fanfic because I had a crush...
Mister Horseman and I made our way to his mansion. It's up the hills. The white colour, yellow light, and shimmering pool made it look aesthetic.
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Mr Horseman is very strict during our trip to his mansion. He won't let me touch anything to his yellow Tesla. I just sat there wondering how Mr. Horseman isn't bothered by all kinds of expensive alcohol in the back seat.
But it's all okay now, I think.
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>>> 🌠𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐕🌠 <<<
(Y/N) went inside with a smile creeping on her face, but it faded when her imagination didn't fit the description of Bojack's mansion.
Trash, yes, TRASH. From pizza boxes and random unused condoms, everything is crammed with TRASH.
"So, still wanna be a maid?" Bojack passed by her and let himself fall on his couch. He then grabs a liquor in his coat, "Want some, kid?" He gave (Y/N) a mocking smirk.
"I, uh—" (Y/N) fidgetted her hands while gazing her eyes around, "Y-Yes, I still wanna be a maid" She stuttered, "And, no thank you, I don't drink"
"Is that so? Suit yourself then. Anyway, clean this before it strikes midnight, as well as turn the TV on"
"What?!"
"What? You wanna quit?" Bojack grinned.
"No, I just thought that I'd do it tomorrow, and it's currently 9 pm," (Y/N) said with an arm crossed.
"It's either you do what I say or you're fired. I'm your boss now, kid, don't forget the contact you insisted on a while ago"
With that said, (Y/N) slumped her shoulder as if the weight of all the trash suddenly teleported beneath her. She sighed and went on with the job.
<<< ⏳𝟒𝟓 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑⏳ >>>
Her sweat drips from her chin as she continues to sweep this neverending pile of junk.
She even did the dishes, a PILE of dishes from the faucet.
(Y/N) wonders how is this middle-aged horse lived in this type of environment. But she remembered that his hella rich, though she's unfamiliar with the show that Bojack's been famous about.
While sweeping with her broom through the corridor, her eyes glimpse a faint light coming from a door - slightly open.
"It's clean?" (Y/N)'s eyes wide open as she gazes upon Bojack's room.
The bed was neatly organised, as well as the curtains. There are no random unused condoms everywhere, though, there are a couple of liquor and cigarettes on the furniture but it isn't worse compared to the outside.
(Y/N) continue to stare as she twirls. She could smell Bojack's scent, it wasn't awful, it was like the scent of soap.
Some picture frames were standing on the furniture. (Y/N)'s curiosity took the best of her so she grabbed one and scrutinised it.
The picture shows Bojack when she was a little boy, as well as his parents.
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"Aww, how adorable" (Y/N) murmured with a soft smile appearing on her lips.
The door suddenly burst open making (Y/N) flinch and drop the picture frame. The glass on the frame shattered in the process.
"Hey! What are you doing here!" Bojack went in with a frown, "And didn't I tell you to make me a sandwich without a vegetable in it?"
(Y/N) gulp and dust herself up for no reason, "I'm sorry, Mr Horseman, it's just that I saw a picture of you and—" Her words were cut off when she noticed Bojack's gaze directed at the shattered frame.
(Y/N) thought at that moment that she's gonna be fired on her first day of job.
"Are you okay?" Bojack's vulnerable tone echoed in her ears.
(Y/N) blink for a moment, "Uhm, yeah?"
"Good" He sighs, "I thought you hurt yourself or something. I don't know first-aid"
"Uh-huh..."
"Anyway, clean that up as well, don't forget to make me a sandwich, and — 𝑩𝑼𝑹𝑷 — excuse me — I would like you to make me an omelette tomorrow morning" He waved his hands as he went out of the room lazily.
(Y/N) stayed there for a moment while processing Bojack's actions, words, and tone...
