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There once was a man by the name of timothy deo. Timothy, or deo as most called him, worked at a bar in a sleepy town known as pandora. He owned the bar, more like, and it was named ‘Deos Dining’. Deo had inherited it from his father james deo, who inherited it from his father keith deo, who had inherited it from his father. Now this is very interesting, but at the end of the day rather pointless information. Who deo was does not matter. What matters is a little piece of equipment he used to own.
A corkscrew is a tool for drawing corks from wine bottles and other household bottles that may be sealed with corks. In its traditional form, a corkscrew simply consists of a pointed metallic helix (often called the "worm") attached to a handle, which the user screws into the cork and pulls to extract it. Corkscrews are necessary because corks themselves, being small and smooth, are difficult to grip and remove, particularly when inserted fully into an inflexible glass bottle. Fascinating stuff, is it not?
Now obviously, that is also relatively pointless information unless you did not know what a corkscrew was from the start. But in the case of timothy deo, this information would prove to be also rather pointless. His issue, really, was trying to convince others it had a point to it. More specifically, that corkscrews really existed.
He was a smart young man. A decent GPA leaving highschool, very good at business, and yet no one around him could figure out why he was so insistent in tricking them into thinking corkscrews were real. He claimed his had gone missing a day ago, and yet there was no proof that corkscrews had ever been invented.
Obviously, they would have been helpful if they were real. Everyone deo knew claimed to have trouble opening bottles because of that fact. And yet, in the eyes of everyone around him, corkscrews did not exist.
Tommy had grown to like nights like these. The rain coming down soft, the street lights blurring in his vision, his pants were getting wet from him sitting on the soaking concrete but he didnt care. Tommy had grown to be okay with it, at least his hair was dry. The bricks behind him were really cold, the two needed to get moving but tommy was waiting. The umbrella in his hands was a little heavy, the rain hitting it in thumps filled his head seeing as no cars were passing by. It was just him, tubbo, and the rain.
The alley was empty, tommy huffed glancing around it. He needed to be there, could feel it in his bones. So why the hell was he there? Who was going to meet him? Was he going to be given something? Something important? Was tubbo keeping him there for a reason?
Obviously there had to be a reason. Tommy was sure of it. He was a detective, he could tell these things. When his umbrella started to vibrate, tommy perked up and set it down on the concrete very gently. Finally. Some sort of progress. This had to be some form of a lead, right?
The umbrella vibrated harder, making a buzzing noise against the ground. Tommy leaned forward, watching it carefully. And then, tommy blinked.
A boy sat in front of tommy, a green dress shirt and completely soaked brown hair the other shook out harshly.
“Tubbo!” tommy grinned, sitting up completely. “did you get a clue? A hunch? A lead? Are we good to go?”
“I um- gosh, i misplaced it” tubbo whispered.
“Is it an object? An actual thing im getting- we’re getting this time?” tommy could feel himself get even more excited, butterflies rising in his chest. He hadnt gotten something physical for his cases in...a while. Way too long. It was always just a gut feeling, or a gut feeling tubbo had.
“No...no, i lost it in my mind” the boy frowned, hands going in his sleeves. “Its- its on the tip of my tongue, i swear its just on the tip of my tongue…”
Tommy nodded slightly watching tubbo think as hard as he could. It was rather normal for tommy, really, he was supposed to be the one with the clues. Tubbo was an actor, he was the detective. Maybe he was asking too much?
“I got it!” tubbo declared, sitting up suddenly and making tommy jump. “I have the clue!”
“You do?” tommy prompted, a hand going through his now wet hair.
“I do! I have the clue. We can go now.” tubbo stood up, stretching his hand out for tommy to take.
“Whoa- wait a minute, small t, am i not allowed to know?” tommy made a face, taking the help up off the cold concrete “i thought it was you and me against the world!”
“Nope, its my clue not yours” tubbo laughed, sticking his tongue out at tommy “sucks to suck, doesnt it”
Tommy argued with him for a bit, but still tubbo wouldnt tell him where they were going. And, well, tommy had no choice but to follow tubbo. He knew he wouldnt be lead astray. The universe wouldnt allow it.
Niki’s day had been going alright, all things considered. Her shitty old car has gas in it now, that was a positive if she could ignore the blood staining her new shirt. Niki had just bought that. That admittedly was a lot less of a plus.
Pros and cons filled her mind as she drove. Pro, she got gas and food. Con, her shirt was ruined. Pro, she was on track for what she was supposed to do. Con, she didnt have a picture of the man she was looking for. That was a rather big con. Niki’s mind couldnt even come up with a single feature. She was going in completely blind. Fuck.
She had been driving for quite a while. The sun was way, way too hot. She hoped she would get a hit on the sun. then niki wouldnt be melting all the time. A lot of issues would be solved if the sun went away, niki decided. Then it wouldnt be so damn warm, she wouldnt get glare in her eyes, sun burns would be a thing of the past.
Pros and cons. Pro, nikis car wouldnt cook her alive when she was trying to drive. Con, everything on the planet would...oh wow. Everything on the planet would freeze to death. That was a rather big con, niki had to admit.
She was caught up in her mind, pros and cons filling her thoughts, niki had to slam on the breaks when she saw a building up ahead. Bingo.
It was an old radio station from what Niki could gather, run down with a large dish tower made of criss crossed metal. At one point it has to have been important, but now it just seemed to house racoons. And a strange man sitting outside of it on the curb. Bingo.
That had to be her hit, Niki scrambled to get out of her car as soon as it stopped. She was running straight at him, a man with buzzed hair and red and blue tinted glasses. He seemed to be messing with his wrist watch, head snapping up at Niki running at him with her knife out.
"Tommy innit! You're fucking dead-"