You've gotten lucky with this plan, that's for sure.

 Heat and Nami found Scratchmen Apoo almost immediately.

Well, Heat was the one who found him, the poor guy was focusing his attention on everything other than Nami during their little 'dates' so it didn't take him very long to find out where the traitorous chef was at all.

The way you've heard it; Heat didn't even bother ordering the food during the second date before claiming that he had to pee and leaving the table, he was apparently gone for 15 straight minutes before he finally returned, stating that he had infiltrated the kitchen and found that Apoo was working back there.

Now it's your turn visiting the restaurant. 

You're currently waiting to be served at your respected table, wearing a wig and big dark sunglasses as a disguise; you have figured out how you'll be getting Scratchmen fired and it involves replacing a freshly-cooked fish with an out of date one, the thing was found in the trash outside and it absolutely stinks but at least it'll do the trick.

Doflamingo is known to be very firm about screw-ups, if you mess up a job of his then there's no second chance, you're out.

Unless you're an old and loyal employee, then he'll be generous enough to grant a second chance, but considering Apoo hasn't been working here 5 minutes, you just know that won't be the case for him.

You have found that the food gets served through a small window and the waiter collects it when he can before bringing it to the necessary table which makes this much easier for you. 

All you really need to do now is wait until somebody orders fish.

A little blonde waiter quickly approaches you while wearing heels, the boy has a bright smile on his face and a notepad at the ready in his hand with a pen in the other, the ink lightly touching the paper already.

"What can I get for you today?" He politely chimes, you notice the name on his badge after you've taking in his...unusual appearance; Dellinger.

Alright then.

"Can I have...today's special, Dellinger?" You're aware that you should have probably asked for something involving fish so that you could sabotage your own meal and make it easier for yourself but admittedly, you're rather hungry since Kid takes a lot of energy out of you so you'd actually like a proper meal that you can consume while doing this task.

Sorry, guys! A girl's gotta eat!

"Absolutely." The blonde confirms with a friendly grin, despite the fact that his teeth look as sharp as a piranha's. "Is that all?" He adds while writing the request down in his notepad and earning himself a small nod in response before he simply struts away. "Okay, ma'am!"

That boy walks better in heels than I ever could, that's for sure...

Your hand instinctively reaches up to itch your scalp through the wig as the fake hair begins to irritate your skin, due to the loud scratching, you almost miss somebody making the request you've been waiting for all this time in the background.

"Grilled fish? Yes, we do that!" 

Taking a sneaky peek over your shoulder, you spot a man with brown hair in the style of a pompadour, he's sat at the table behind you with a wide smile etched into his features. 

"Is that everything, Thatch?"

"Yeah, thanks!"

The waiter knows his name? He must be a regular...even more reason for Doflamingo to be upset if his meal gets messed up!

You patiently watch the next few meals as they get sat down on the window ledge for the waiter to collect, you've seen everything so far stemming from roast dinners to macaroni and cheese but you've yet to see the fish.

Dellinger bringing your food over first and neatly placing it down before the boy leaves you to eat and honestly, it tastes bloody amazing.

It's almost a shame that you're about to screw up Apoo's career, all things considered.

But...well, it's what he deserves.

As fate would have it, you witness the fresh and steaming plate full of fish get placed on the ledge while you're halfway through your own delicious meal, drawing a low grunt from your throat as you swallow a mouthful of your food.

Just my luck.

With much regret, you tear yourself away from your meal momentarily, quickly padding over to the window with a bag containing the less desirable fish, taking a discreet glance in Dellinger's direction to make sure he isn't looking before you switch the meals.

Thankfully, the blonde is busy going through all the 'best deserts' with an elderly woman who keeps babbling on about wanting cake so at least he's distracted.

Once the fishes are swapped, you swiftly make your way back to your seat and begin finishing off your meal, soon overhearing Dellinger as he finally serves the rancid dish to the brunette behind you. 

"Sorry about that, Thatch. Mrs. Charotte wanted me to go through the best cakes at least 5 times. A-Anyway, please enjoy!"

Oh, he will...

It takes mere seconds for the man behind you to begin tucking into his meal, you catch him lowly muttering to himself about how it tastes weird but you'll assume he is simply starving since he continues to eat, that or he's too polite to complain.

A few more minutes pass and your anxiety begins to rise, if he enjoys the damn meal then your effort would have been in vain and you'll have to come up with a better idea.

However, you immediately relax when you hear a disgruntled grumble, followed by a loud growl of a certain somebody's stomach.

"H-Hey, Dellinger!" You hear Thatch call out as more growls escape his stomach, drawing in your subtle gaze as curiosity piques your mind but you regret the action when guilt hits you like lightning; the poor thing has gone pale and clammy, his hair looks flatter than before as a visible drop of sweat rolls down his temple, his hands clutching at his noisy stomach. "I-I think there's something wrong with this..."

The blonde instantly rushes over to the brunette's table, his eyes inspecting the fish roughly before his gaze shifts back to the customer. "It doesn't look like the fish has even been cooked! How much did you eat?"

Thatch doesn't get the chance to answer sadly, the guy slumping out of his chair and onto the ground, causing a thin sheet of sweat to coat your own features as you nervously begin gnawing on your lower lip.

Shit! I didn't just kill the guy, did I?!

A wave of relief washes over you however when you overhear the guy vomiting, poor Dellinger looking completely mortified as he tries to support his friend and regular customer, his desperate eyes eagerly scanning the room.

"E-Everyone, stop eating your food! Now!" The blonde calls out, most of the guests had already stopped regardless though since they've all been watching on curiously. "D-Doctor! I need a doctor! Does anyone know CPR? Can somebody call an ambulance?!" 

The chaos doesn't stop there though, you're all left to watch the helpless brunette writhe around on the floor until the ambulance arrives, throwing up in a bucket that Apoo had collected for him once he heard about the situation.

Scarily enough; the owner of this establishment arrives before the paramedics.

A truly terrifying sight, really.

The man is a tall blonde, he's wearing a pink furcoat and sunglasses, walking with a godly amount of confidence but he looks extremely angry; his forehead is crinkled, making it all too clear that he's harbouring a deep frown behind those shades of his and his smile looks strained and basically forced as he reaches the little blonde waiter. 

"Who cooked the meal?" His deep voice darkly asks, causing the young boy to visibly shudder and sweat as he swallows hard, taking a small step back before struggling out a response.

"S-Scratchmen made it, the n-new guy..." 

"I see."

You watch the pink-coated blonde trail on past the petrified waiter and into the kitchen where you know Apoo is anxiously awaiting his punishment.

You immediately take this opportunity to rush outside and into the back alley where Kid is currently awaiting for you to let him know that the job is complete and the target will be leaving any second now.

Though, you still can't help but worry about the poor customer involved.

You're a thief and you're capable of killing somebody but you're not a cold-blooded murderer, you don't wanna harm somebody who doesn't really have it coming, a part of you is silently praying to every higher power in existence to let the man called Thatch survive this whole ordeal. 

I'm sorry, mister. It was never personal.

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