Isn't It Grimm? Whitechapel, London

Chester flinched at the men's taunts. "No, I do," he swallowed nervously. He picked up the croissants and put them next to the other pastries, hands visibly shaking. "That'll be six pounds, please." He said, hand resting lightly on the counter. With how the men had been acting, he would be surprised if they paid at all.
 
The men once again looked between one another before the leader, Axel, elbows one maybe a bit too roughly, and grabs their coin purse. Dispersing though, sadly, only three pounds that were set upon the counter top. "With this god awful service without a smile, you are lucky you get that." For people who were supposed to act as police, this bunch was definitly corrupt. That did not at all mean they all wee though, there are the occasional good hearted souls in the Yard and local authorities departments.
 
Chester grimaced at the money the Scotland Yard enforcer sat on the counter. "I'm sorry, you're going to have to pay in full." He said quietly. He would never accept three-quarter payment, never mind half-payment, and never even from a friend or family member. So what made these men think he would accept a half of the price, when they had been so rotten to him? Even still, he felt like he was making a bit of a poor decision in standing up for himself.
 
(( I am feeling so bad for Chester right now T.T, he gonna get beat. ))
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They were preparing to grab their goods and leave before all three paused in place, eyes rising steadily upwards until they were staring at him. Shock was apparent in their gaze before they let out low laughter, "excuse me... repeat that? Because... I think what you meant to say is here is your food sir, and sorry about being a fool"
 
((He actually is))

Chester seemed to shrink a little. "You're going to have to pay in full," he repeated, fixing his gaze on the money. "I mean, everyone has to." He pointed out. "And aren't you meant to be police-people? You're meant to be for the people, that sort of thing." He had the same feeling in his chest like when you look over the edge of a cliff.
 
(( brave little bugger... he will regret this later on, potentially. ))

The three men did not seem certain on what to do, all eyes in the room went to them and finally, Axel huffed and pulled out the other half of the payment. "You're gonna regret this, little baker..." setting down three more pounds - before snatching the food - they went marching out of the store, slamming the door loudly behind themselves and causing some of the people of be startled.​
 
((Now dreading the future 0-0))

Chester swallowed nervously, watching the men walk out the door. They were the kind of men who were true to their promises, he could tell. He squeezed his eyes shut out of dread, and slowly scooped the money up, and slid it into the money drawer. He reminded himself to lock all his doors that night.
 
((Goodluck :3))
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No one else entered the shop and they seem, the customers remaining, to have relaxed once again as normal buisness had returned.
 
Once the store settled again, Chester began to think of the two letters more and more as he served normal customers. The same thing had happened before with him; Scotland Yard 'enforcers', meant to be on the side of good, entering his shop, buying a lot and barely even paying. This was the first time he had even stood up for himself against them, and wether he regretted it or not was yet to be seen. He was not at all too eager to help out, from what he'd seen, a corrupt police force.
 
They returned.

It was late that night and they no longer were able to in danger of breaking the law themselves besides possibly if that baker was still present. Axel took his baton and brought it down roughly against the handle of the shop, breaking it and nudging their way into the bakery building.

It was dark but that was of no issue, they were contemplating just framing the poor guy, if he was there though, he was going to be roughed up.​
 
Chester hadn't gone out drinking that night, instead staying at home to finish the design on a cake he was making for a couple a few doors down by candlelight. He was in the room behind the counter, door shut. He was hunched over his desk, entirely engrossed in his work. He didn't hear anything going on outside of his little work world, just focussing on the scratching of his pencil on the paper.
 
They noticed just a slight noise, surprised that the noise that they made entering has not attracted whoever it was' attention. So, they slowly slunk forward, and nudged at the door as one of Axel's companion was twisting the doorknob silently. To say the least, this would be a fun time, well, not for Chester, but for the trio it would be great.
 
Chester added the final flourish on top of the sketch, a little mascarpone flower right in the centre. He leant away from his desk with a tender smile, setting his worn down pencil on the table. He intended to finish off the sketch and then head for bed, but he wasn't quite tired out yet. With a smile, he turned to his right to pick up his pen and ink, when he caught glimpse of his door opening. He froze, pen and jar of ink held tightly in his hands.
 
The three men enter, Axel dramatically stretched his arms out as if about to embrace an old friend as he falsely admired the workspace. "Marvelous~ oh! And look who showed up for the... special event." He slowly began to approach the boy as one of the other two blocked the door, and the third man was beginning to walk to the other side of Chester.
 
Chester stayed in his seat for a few moments, before realising that he was being surrounded. He stood up and grabbed the only thing he could imaging using as a weapon: an empty wooden vase that used to have flowers in it, but he cleaned out to hold his pencils. He dumped the sharp pencils out and held the vase by the neck. "St-stay back," he said quietly, voice low.
 
"And what... are you going to do with that," Only Axel was actually with a weapon in the fire arm kind, the other two only with batons. He however, saw no need to draw it since he only wished to get a message across as he snatched up the design from upon the desk. "Mm, this looks real nice, how long have you been working on it?"
 
Chester winced as the corrupt yardsman plucked up the sketch. He had been working on the cake for a good few days, maybe even a week, but he thought that the longer he said he had spent on it, the more likely it was to get destroyed. "J-just a day or so," he lied, though it was quite obvious that it was a lie from his panicked breathing and general shakiness.
 
The man tore the paper a bit, waving it around and humming, "wonder how one of my hounds would feel if I let him have a slobbering over it look, maybe even let him chew on it some... would be a big shame if you worked longer than what you already have, just to complete some.. cake? Cake."
 
Chester whimpered a little in the back of his throat at the tear beginning to form in the paper. "P-please, just give it back," he begged, setting down the vase he was still holding with both hands on the table and putting out a hand to ask for it back.
 
He rolled his eyes, the men look at one another before grinning. "Where to you keep your strongbox?" A simple question, they would not take everything — just most of what will be in there.... one of the men prod at his hand, the one on the other side of Chester, with their baton a bit roughly while Axel glances around.
 
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