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cherrygummycandy · 2 years

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Babysitting Evil

Platonic!Young!Gru x Babysitter!Reader

(This serves as a part 2 to my Young Nefario x reader fic. I plan to go more into Gru and Nefario's relationship dynamic later, bur I wanted to build up to that!)

Part 1:

(Look at him. Baby boy, baby.)

A few weeks after your encounter at Villainous Records, you find yourself laying on your bed. Laying on your stomach, your legs are kicked up, as you absentmindedly read the latest addition of 'Groovy Greens', your favorite environmentally conscious magazine label. Your eyes trace over the brightly colored pages, speed-reading articles about recycling and making bell-bottoms from recycled denim. Just as you flip the page to a piece on organic alternatives to popular styling products, a ringing sound makes you jolt. Sitting up, you grab the receiver of your rotary phone, holding it up to your face. "Hello, Y/N L/N speaking!" You exclaim cheerfully, only to be met with a scratch voice on the other end. "Y/N, honey, good to hear from you!" You recognize the gravelly voice as belonging to a rather odd woman you met at a yoga class a few weeks ago. 'What was her name?' You think to yourself, brows furrowing in concentration. Maisy? Marcy? Marlena!

"Marlena... Gru, was it? From Sven's yoga studio, Hi!" You greet her. "What are you calling about?" You're cut off when you hear her saying something to someone on the other end, before she resumes the conversation. "You know how when we meet at the yoga studio you said since I was new, I ever ever needed anything, to call you? Well, you're such a sweet girl, so I'll take you up on your offer." She explains. You remember saying that, but it was more of a pleasantry. You couldn't have imagined she would actually take you up on it.

"Uh, yeah, okay. What did you need help with?" You ask, unsure how to approach this. "It's not what, rather who you can help me with. I'm leaving with my spiritual counselor, Jacques." She sighs at the mention of this supposedly dreamy man. "I'll be gone for the weekend, I was wondering if you could stop by and watch my son for a while. Just a couple hours for a few days." She says this so calmly, that it doesn't even click with you what she's asking. "You... want me to babysit your son? Me? A stranger?" You ask, shocked and a little upset this woman would hand her child over to anyone so easily. "Yes, that's what I said, now, can you do it? I'd rather not leave him to his own devices, that devil-boy would probably blow the house up like he did my car." She mumbles the last bit under her breath, but you still catch it. You're conflicted, you don't want to babysit a stranger's kid all weekend, but you also don't want anyone else babysit this kid. What if he gets stuck with someone worse than you? A criminal even! Ignoring the gut feeling that this was a bad idea, you agree. "Vunderful! I'll be gone when you come over, but I'll tell him your coming." She gives you the house address and lays down a few rules. "He's an antisocial child, has a lot of nerve, that boy." She grumbles. "His little friends live at the house too, don't let them get into the tupperware. Ta-ta, now!" She hangs up.

"Wait, his friends live with you guys?" You ask, only to be met with silence. "Marlena?" You ask, before grumbling and slamming the phone back down. You roll over and yell into your pillow, hands white from gripping it so hard. Removing the pillow from your flushed face, you brush out your tangled hair and grab your boots. You pack a few essentials into your purse, and a candy bar for the kid. You think for a moment, before grabbing your magazine as well, rolling it up and tucking it into the bag. You grab your keys and head out the front door.

The sound of tires rubbing against pavement echoes out as you pull into the driveway of Marlena Gru's house. You blink a few times, the garish pink of her house mixed with the sunlight gives you a major headache. You park and walk up the steps, knocking on the door. Three small windows frame her door, and though you hear footsteps, you see no one inside the house. The pink door swings open quickly, and you are still met with no one. "Ahem." A small voice says. You look down to see a very small boy hunched over, arms folded as he looks up at you. "Are you de' babysitter?" He asks, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. His accent is incredibly similar to Marlena's.

"Yeah, I'm Y/N! What's your name, little guy?" You ask, leaning forward to match his height better. You put on your best babysitter smile, though it doesn't seem to change his serious demeanor. "Gru. And I'm not a little guy." He says. He steps aside as you make your way into the house, which is just as bright and pastel inside as the exterior of the home. "So, I have a few things we could do for fun!" You exclaim, shaking your bag. "I'm not super familiar with what kids are into, but I brought-" As you begin to talk about what you brought with you, Gru only sighs. He reaches into his dark jacket and pulls out a small gun with a strange green liquid inside. He presses the trigger, launching a stick string of green goo towards your bag. You squeak and drop your bag, and the green goo sticks onto your bag. Releasing the trigger, the goo recoils back into the gun, and Gru grabs your bag. You're still left in shock when he lets out a weird little giggle.

"Okay, 'Babysitter'." He uses air-quotes around the word babysitter, which only confuses you. "Let me lay down some rules. 1, I don't need a baby sitter, I'm eleven and 3 quarters. Not a baby." He flicks another finger up. "2, I don't want to partake in any babysitting activities, like puzzles or... baking..." He seems to struggle to come up with things babysitters do, eyes flitting back and forth as he tries to think. "3, do not bother me or come into my lair." You til your head. "Lair? Do you mean your bedroom?" You ask. He freezes, before nodding. "Uh, yes, my... my bedroom." He confirms. He shakes off his thoughts and returns to his hunched posture, before turning to leave.

"Wait, can I have my bag back? And where did you get a-" You try to focus on the tool he used to snatch your bag. "A goo gun?" You ask, unsure. He sighs, as if exasperated by your lack of knowledge on strange weapons. "It's called 'Sticky fingers', I got it from a friend." He explains. As he opens his mouth to explain further, a loud crash can be heard through the house. You and Gru turn to the stairs and see a bright blur of yellow come flying down the stairs. When the yellow blobs land in front of you, you step back a few feet in surprise, and Gru groans loudly.

"I told you to wait upstairs! Why can't you understand?" He yells, his posture straightening as he waves his arms about in anger. When he's done yelling, he puffs out his cheeks and glares at the yellow figures with a red face. It's kind of adorable, and you chuckle. "What are you laughing at, Babysitter?" He snaps, turning to you. "Nothing, sorry." You chuckle, shaking your head.

You turn your attention to the yellow forms on the floor. One of them stands, and you look closer. You gasp a little, noticing the creature looks like a taller version of Bob, the funny little guy you found a few days ago. "Eh, sorry, mini boss," The tall one starts to talk to Gru, presumably trying to explain himself. The second figure gets up from the floor, and you're shocked to see he has one eye. He launches himself at the taller one, yelling and trying to throw his fists. The taller one only sighs and continues talking to Gru. "Stuart, stop that! We talked about fighting in the house!" Gru yells at the smaller one, who only grumbles and walks away. "Gru, what are these?" You ask, and the boy sighs as he begins to explain. "These are my minions, who WERE SUPPOSED TO STAY UPSTAIRS!" He raises his voice at the end, glaring at the two of them.

"Eh, Mini Boss?" a small voice calls from the top of the stairs. You look up, recognizing the voice. Peeking through the bars of the banister, one hand still holding his bear, is Bob. "Bob!" You exclaim happily, which catches his attention. "Patoo, amigo! Bello!" Bob happily shouts as he hops down the stairs, tripping and bouncing off the floor. He doesn't even stop going until he arrives at your spot in the living room. As Bob hugs your leg, Gru and the other two minions look back and forth between the two of you. "Bob, you know the babysitter?" Gru asks. Bob happily nods, hands waving about as he regales Gru with his story. Gru looks at you when Bob is done explaining. "So your the person who brought Bob to Nefario?" Gru asks.

"Yeah, that must mean your Nefario's friend? The one who uses his gadgets!" Gru smile sheepishly. "Well, I do know my way around a few weapons." He admits, looking down at the floor and kicking at the shag carpet. You feel a tug on your pants leg, and look down to see Bob pointing at the other two minions. "Le Kevin!" Bob says, as he points a gloved finger at the taller minion. "Hello Kevin!" You greet. Kevin raises his hand to wave, before being pushed out of the way by the one-eyed minion. "Le Stuart." He says, snapping finger guns at you and pouting his lips. You look at Gru, then back at stuart. "W-what is he doing?" You ask Gru, stepping a few feet back from the minion. "I have no clue..." Gru sighs, shaking his head. "Kevin, Stuart, Bob, back to the lair." He waves his hand, and the minions pick up there pace as they head back upstairs. You wave to Bob as he leaves, and Gru remains there, rocking on his heels. His face is flat and he seems conflicted. You simply stand there silently, letting him think through, whatever he's doing.

"Gru? You okay?" You ask. He jolts, your words snapping him out of his thoughts. "Oh! Yes, of course." He seems like he wants to stay something more. "So, you said you have a lot of gadgets in your, uh, lair?" He nods. "That's a neat hobby." You try to take an interest, since you were genuinely curious. Besides, if you're gonna spend the weekend here you might as well get to know this kid. "Do..." He pauses awkwardly, as if afraid to ask what he wants to ask. "Yes?" You prod, hoping he will continue. "DOYOUWANTTOSEETHELAIR?" he yells, his face red with embarrassment. His words are so loud and quickly you can't decipher what he's said. "Gru, can you repeat that?" You ask gently. He takes a deep breath, and tries again. "Do you want to see the lair?" He asks. You don't answer for a few seconds, a bit surprised. He seems to take this as a no, and quickly tries to recover. "Never mind, it's secret anyways, and no grown-ups allowed, so..." He sputters. You can't help but feel sorry for him, it doesn't seem like he has a lot of people interested in his hobbies. "Aw, that sucks that there aren't any adults allowed in the lair..." You trail off, glancing at him. "How, How come?" He asks, perking up at your words. "Cause' I think the lair sounds cool, if only I could go in there-" You grin as he falls for your trap. "Well, I am in charge, so, I'll make an exception." He motions for you to follow as he bounds up the stairs, clearly trying to act cool. You giggle, seeing how excited he is. He drags you into a pretty standard kids room.

"Wow, nice lair, Gru!" You look around, only to be met with an unamused little boy. He rolls his eyes and scoffs. "This isn't the lair, not that you would recognize a lair." He smirks "You're just a babysitter, not a genius like me." He seems to have regained his ego now that you've agreed to see his lair. "In here." He walks into the closet. You're skeptical, but play along, squishing yourself into the small closet. Suddenly the floor beneath you drops rapidly as Gru pulls a lever. You scream as you plummet downwards next to the boy, who's simply grinning wickedly at your terror. When the fall stops, Gru steps out of the tiny elevator, and turns back to where you're cowering. "Stop shaking, it's just an elevator." He scoffs, walking ahead. You slowly and shakily get up from the elevator, carefully balancing yourself as you wobble forward. "Y-you don't have any other entrances into your lair?" You ask. He smiles and shakes his head, prompting you to roll your eyes at the smug kid.

"Minions!" He yells and raises his arms, stepping forward into the metal room. A flood of yellow minions, each with varying sizes and eyes come into the room, gathering around him. Your jaw drops in shock at the sheer number of them. "Minions, this is the babysitter." He presents you to the minions, who cheer. "Gru, my name is Y/N." You scold him lightly. He looks at you with a blank face, and responds with a sigh. "That is what I said." He looks back over his crowd of minions. "The babysitter is responsible for returning Bob to us, and I will now be giving them a tour of de lair. Please man your stations." He claps his hands and all the minions scramble to various posts throughout the lab. As Gru begins to walk to the first lab station, you look around in amazement. "Gru, did you do all of this?" You ask. He shrugs and smiles, "Well, I did de designs, the minion handled construction." He explains. "This is incredible!" You exclaim, only making him smile more and look down sheepishly. "How many minions are there, exactly?" You ask. "I don't really know, there seems to be more every time I come down here for a meeting." You nod.

Gru shows you around the lab, demonstrating how the minions are indestructible, showing you the various weapons he has (some are cute, like a cheese ray, others are less so, like all the bombs). At some point, you find yourself at a small table, watching Gru kick a vending machine as he attempts to get out a bag of chips. "Gru, didn't you build the vending machine? Just open it up." You say. He pulls on the machine and slips, falling down with a sigh. "I can't, I lost the key." He grumbles. He kicks the machine one more time, before giving up and sitting down with you. "Hey, there's a candy bar in my bag, you can have it." You tell him. His eyes light up as he rushes to go and grab the bag he stole from you. When he returns, he begins to happily scarf down the candy bar. "So, Gru, I gotta ask, what does your mom think about all your gadgets?" You ask. He stops eating the candy and looks down, folding his hands in his lap. "My mom doesn't really like my gadgets, she says they make too many noises, and cost too much on the electricity bill." He says sadly. "She doesn't like my minions either. Last week, Bob got into her makeup, and she kicked him out! I had to sneak him back in through the window." Gru laughs, but it isn't genuine. He seems incredibly sad. You feel a pain in your heart at how lonely this boy is. "Well, what about your friends?" You ask. "I'm... not the most popular in school. Probably because of all the lunch money I've taken..." He trails off. You sigh, "Yeah, that'll do it, Gru." He nods. "What about nefario?" You ask. He seems to light up at the mention of the quirky doctor. "He's a good ally. He helps me with my gear, in exchange for testing on the minions. He also takes me to places my mom won't. Sometimes we get ice-cream." Gru smiles, and you feel your heart melt at the sweet relationships between the two. "Well, I'll tell you what. If you eat all the dinner I'm gonna make, I'll take you to get some ice-cream." You offer. Gru looks at you with wide eyes. "Really!?" He asks. You laugh and nod. You feel a few pairs of eyes on you, and turn to see Bob, Kevin, and Stuart. You sigh.

"Alright, you guys can come too."

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