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#3 hero Phantom, aka Wilbur Craft, has been assigned to a new mission.
There’s been some talk about an underground gang kicking up a ruckus about something. No one knows exactly what’s going on but apparently it’s a big deal because they’ve even seen Schlatt getting involved.
Schlatt is the head of said gang, though they can’t quite arrest him due to how he covers his tracks.
Everyone knows it’s the truth even if lawfully he’s innocent.
So Wilbur has been assigned a new mission.
Infiltration.
The hero agency needs more info before they can charge in guns blazing. They don’t even know what the cause of this ruckus is. Schlatt is keeping everyone tight-lipped.
So that’s how Wilbur came to standing outside the most rundown apartment he’s ever seen. Suitcase in hand.
He grimaces but walks up the steps anyway until he reaches the third floor. He pulls out his keys and sticks them in the hole. Only to find the door opened without so much as a push. The old thing creeking like it was about to snap.
Wilbur sighed and stepped inside.
The apartment was small. A tiny living room/dining room with a kitchen to the side and a hall with two doors. The bathroom and bedroom.
Wilbur looked at the walls and saw lots of mystery stains he’d rather not try and figure out their origin. He rolled his suit case to his room and began to unpack.
Hopefully the bed wasn’t infested.
Wilbur’s reason for being here is that he needs to make himself a name. He’s only ever visited here on patrol as a hero and never once as Wilbur.
Sorry but this district is just not his style.
He’d feel bad about saying this place is filth if not for the fact it was a known area of high crime. Everyone here is living here because they chose to do bad things.
That doesn’t mean he doesn’t come here to at least try and help as a hero. But he has no interest in being mugged every time he passes an alley thank you very much.
So this is his opportunity to make a name. Get to know the locals. Get word about any potential hirings and make himself known to be looking for a place.
Once he’s inside he’ll get whatever info he can and go from there. Possibly take down Schlatt if he gets close enough, or simply figure out what caused the uproar.
So his first step after unpacking is getting to know the neighbors!
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He walks down the halls and knocks a quick and happy knock before the door opens.
A woman stands there looking rather tired stares at him. He smiles cheerfully at her and she perks up. The tiredness fading as she responded with a cheerful smile.
“Hello! My name is Wilbur. I moved into 304 down the halls a bit. I just stopped by to say hello to the neighbors!”
She nodded, keeping the smile on her face, “Oh well hello Wilbur! My names Racheal. Nice to meet you!” She extended her hand and Wilbur shook it.
To most this seems like an ordinary greeting.
But Wilbur notices the way her eyes shift to his pockets. Looking for a full wallet or phone she could possible pick pocket and she’s trying to be nice and stall for time. She tries to start up a quick conversation but Wilbur is quick to wrap it up and start his way towards the next door.
She grumbles and her tired expression returns before she closes the door.
Unable to steal a thing from him.
Now she knows Wilbur is smarter than he looks. Good.
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He runs through a few more greetings before coming to his number neighbor. The person across from him. 305.
He knocks and he hears something clatter to the ground inside. He blinks a few times as angry stomping comes towards the door.
He raises his defenses slightly, ready for an aggravated man to open the door.
The door flies open and he looks down to see...
A child?
He has dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Though with one quick glance into the apartment there’s a box of hair dye set out on the counter.
So Wilbur assumes it’s not naturally brown.
He’s slumped down and looking up at Wilbur with a somewhat out of it/confused expression.
Wilbur opens his mouth to say something before the kid’s face shifts to realization then annoyance.
The child slams the door in his face.
Wilbur frowns. What’s a kid doing here? If his parents are here then they’re most likely abusive. It’s simply the statistics not his personal bias.
He knocks again. He hears a loud groan of annoyance and then thudding footsteps once more as the door swings open.
“What do you want?” The kid asks.
“Hello! My name is Wilbur and-“
The doors slams shut again with a shout of, “I’m not buying whatever you’re selling so go bother someone else!”
Hm. Kid’s not trying to steal from him.
Interesting...
He knocks again, “Sorry! I’m not trying to sell you anything. I’m your number neighbor and I wanted to come by and say hello!”
There’s a pause before the door opens again.
The kid squints at him, “You’re not from around here are you?”
“Nope!” Wilbur says, popping the ‘p’, “I’m new in town.”
The kid looked over his clothes, “Some nice clothes for around here. Wouldn’t leave your jacket laying around if I were you. It’ll be gone before you can blink.”
Wilbur smiles, this is the first time someone has offered him any advice, “Well child I know that. Where are your parents?”
“First off. Not a kid. Second off. Don’t got any so if you could just go.” He started closing the door but Wilbur shot his hand out and blocked it.
“How old are you?” He asked concerned.
There’s no reason a kid should live here alone. Orphanages one district over are better than this dump.
The kid deadpanned at him, “78. Can I go now?”
Wilbur snorted, “Mmhmm, yeah, sure child. You’re 78.”
“Stop calling me child!!!! I am the biggest man to ever exist so if you don’t mind getting out of my business so I can get back to making my instant ramen then that’d be delightful!”
Wilbur grinned, “Well you never gave me your name child so I must call you child because you are in fact, a child.”
The kid was absolutely fuming and it’s the funniest thing Wilbur’s seen in his entire life.
Honestly if he wasn’t scared of it getting snatched out of his hands, he’d grab his phone and take a picture.
“My. name. Is. Tommy. Now get OUT of my apartment.”
“I’m not in your apartment.” Wilbur singsonged.
“YOUR HAND IS LITERALLY ON MY DOOR!”
“You see because the door opens inwards, the the hallway follows it. Thus making the arc the door swings part of the hall. Therefore I am not in your home. It’s just basic science child.”
The kid looked like he might literally blow steam out of his ears. His shoulders up to his ears and his face puffed out and red like a toddler.
It was hilarious and slightly adorable.
Suddenly Tommy’s shoulders slumped and the redness faded. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Just get out please man.”
“Aww the child knows some manners?”
“I will literally kill you.”
“Such a strong word. Who taught you that?”
Tommy shoved him away and slammed the door. Locking it. Several times.
Wilbur grinned from ear to ear.
Yes he’d be back to bother this child much more often.
Plus he’d honestly like to get to know him.
Maybe convince him to head to an orphanage and age out of the system there that way he leaves with a pack of money. That’s the law in this city anyways. Or maybe he already did age out but then why move here?
Unless he was a criminal, which is possible.
Either way.
Wilbur will get to know Tommy a bit more.
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This Wilbur guy was weird, Tommy thinks.
He definitely wasn’t someone you’d see down here. He noticed Wilbur did a quick scan of the apartment he lived in but didn’t really do anything else. He didn’t check his pockets.
Didn’t do much else but tease him.
He was sus. To say the least. Even more sus than every other person here.
He was different.
Tommy would need to keep a closer eye on him.
And no. It has nothing to do with the fact he barely held back several smiles while talking with the man.
Nope.
Not at all.
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Wilbur met up with Tommy once again while Tommy was carrying his groceries up the steps. Tommy had several bags and was clearly struggling with a case of waters.
“Shouldn’t you be in school child?” Wilbur called from behind him.
The kid jumped and twisted around, immediately glaring at him, “I already told you I’m not a kid!”
Wilbur rolled his eyes, “Fine then. Let me help you.” Wilbur reached out to take the bags.
Tommy adjusted the case of waters, “No. I’ve got it.”
“Come on.”
“Nah it’ll hurt your old man back.”
Wilbur squawked and he could see just the slightest turn of Tommy’s lips towards a smile.
Wilbur grins, “Oh I get it. I can’t call you child but you can call me old. This is not fair.”
“Life ain’t fair bud. Now do you need me to help you cross any streets or am I good to go?”
Wilbur quickly grabbed the case from him and shoved his way past. Tommy yelling behind him as he sprinted up the steps.
“YOU BETTER NOT STEAL THAT IT’S MINE!” Tommy yelled.
Wilbur stopped in front of Tommy’s door, “Oh you wound me. I’d never do such a thing.”
He dropped the waters by the door.
Tommy just grumbled as he got out his keys and started unlocking it.
“Thanks.” He mumbled.
“No problem.” Wilbur said genuinely.
And that was the end of their next interaction.
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Wilbur stalked through the city. Entering alleys and keeping a sharp eye on things. The darkness of night hiding most of his features.
He needed to look like he belonged here.
It didn’t take long for some people to come up to him. Snickering as Wilbur saw the glint of something metallic in their hands.
“Hey man. Haven’t seen you around here before. Spare any cash?”
Wilbur smiled at them, something soft and knowing. Like he was smiling at a child attempting to hide something behind their back.
“I have none. But good luck.”
They flashed the knife at him, “I’m sure that jacket would fetch a nice price.”
Wilbur smirked, “I’m sure it would.”
The man lunged.
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Wilbur dusted his pants off. Several bodies knocked out in the alley.
He hummed to himself.
Good. This’ll get some attention.
He rattled a can of blue spray paint and quickly sprayed across the wall.
‘Ghostbur would like to make some friends’
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Wilbur returned to his apartment without another attempted mugging so he thought it was a good day.
Even better was he saw his favorite neighbor on the way there!
“Tommy!” Wilbur cheerily yelled.
Tommy groaned as he was half way into his apartment, “What do you waaaaaant.”
“Ah I want to see my favorite gremlin of course!”
“I hate you so much.”
“Nah. You don’t.”
“Yes. I do.”
“Hush child. What are you doing outside your apartment at this hour. Weren’t you the one warning me?”
“Yeah and I see you didn’t take my advice.” Tommy said as he crossed his arms and huffed. Pouting like an adorable toddler.
“Don’t change the subject.”
“You’re not the boss of me man.” Tommy said with a roll of his eyes.
“Hm. No I think I am. I am older and therefore wiser and superior.”
Tommy snorted, “Yeah Yeah we get it. You’re old. And you smell.”
“I do not!”
Tommy mocked a deep sniff in, “Mmmm. Yes actually. You do.”
“No that’s just this terrible apartment. Everything stinks here.”
“Definitely you big man.”
“Seriously? Wait no- you pulled me off topic. Seriously what are you doing out here?”
“I just went for a walk man.”
“I was just out for a walk too and I didn’t see you come in.”
“Probably because your sight has gotten worse with old age.”
Wilbur sighed and rubbed his face, “You know what? Alright.”
Tommy grinned and Wilbur couldn’t help the pride bubbling up in his chest.
“See you later gremlin.”
“Bye Wilbur.”
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Ghostbur was starting to gain at least some traction. Meanwhile Wilbur was getting closer to Tommy.
It’s only been a week but today he convinced himself he was going to try and hold a real conversation with him.
And what was he going to do in order to achieve this goal?
Bribe the child.
Yes he is making a big dinner and inviting the kid over. He was way too skinny so this was also a good excuse to make sure the kid takes care of himself. Which he clearly wasn’t.
Wilbur knocked on Tommy’s door.
“Wilbur.” Tommy deadpanned, though it was clear the annoyance was mocking and there was a hint of amusement hidden in his hazel eyes.
“Child.”
Tommy sighed, “I’m not even dignifying that with a response.”
“Ah! But you just did.”
“I despise you.”
“You hate the truth.”
“I hate your face.”
“Oooo~ I have been burned. Someone call the ambulance.”
Tommy smirked and Wilbur grinned.
“Anyway. Tommy why don’t you come over for dinner?” Wilbur asked warmly.
Tommy blinked at him a few times, “What?”
“Come over for dinner. My treat!”
“I don’t want your disgusting food man.”
“How dare you. I have you know I am the finest chef in my family.”
“Need me cause your grand kids don’t come over anymore?”
“If I say yes will you come?”
Tommy paused then a smirk slowly grew up his face, “Yes.”
“Fine then. My grandchildren have abandoned me and my fantastic cooking. Would you please come to dinner because I have extra food and have no interest in wasting it?”
“I suppose I can do my one good deed of the year. Maybe I can even get my assisting the elderly badge from this.”
“Is that from Up? The kids movie?” Wilbur asked.
Tommy nodded seriously, “That movie is fantastic.”
Wilbur felt he might die if he were to disagree so instead he nodded.
(And decided he could rent Up for the night)
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Tommy ate like he hasn’t eaten in forever.
“Okay I’d make fun of you for your food but this is actually really good.” Tommy said as he made up a second plate.
Wilbur smiled warmly, “Great! I’m glad you like it.”
“I love it man. Best meal I’ve had in my life.”
Wilbur’s smile wavered. This isn’t even that great of a meal. It’s just lemon pepper chicken.
“Well... if you ever want to come over for dinner let me know. I’ll make sure you get something warm to eat.” Wilbur said.
Tommy stopped scarfing down the food and just stared at Wilbur for a moment. Scanning him for some kind of ulterior motive. He carefully moved back to eating his food. Like he didn’t trust what he was finding.
Wilbur sighed, “Have as much as you want.”
Tommy gave a small nod and smile.
“So.” Tommy began as he swallowed a bite, “How do you even have money big man? I never see you go to work.”
Wilbur grinned, placing his elbows on the table and leaning on his hands, “Tell me where you get your money.”
Tommy froze.
Wilbur’s grin grew larger.
Did Tommy really think he didn’t notice the pick pocketing?
Honestly. Wilbur didn’t mind Tommy taking some money from him. He had plenty. It was clear he was using it for food and other essentials so that was fine.
The most intriguing bit was that Tommy only ever took a few dollars from him. Something that might go unnoticed or seen as something costing more than he remembered.
He’s seen Tommy around town too. During the day. Tommy does the same thing to others. Only taking a few bucks. Enough to keep him afloat.
“I uh...” Tommy began.
Wilbur chuckled, “It’s alright man. I think it’d be silly of me to assume someone here didn’t steal for a living.”
Tommy just chuckled and swallowed nervously.
“Honestly I have enough for the both of us. Don’t worry about me.”
“You’re just... letting me take your money?”
“On one condition.”
Tommy gulped.
Wilbur pointed his fork at him, “You teach me how to pickpocket.”
“Uh. That’s it?”
“Yep.”
“Okay... sure I guess.”
“Excellent! Now if you’re done let’s go watch a movie.”
“Huh.”
“I said let’s go watch a movie. I’m making some popcorn!”
“I should really go back-“
“Nonsense! We can watch even watch Up!”
Tommy squinted at Wilbur for a moment, “Are you serious?”
“Yeah man! It’ll be fun.”
“If you say so.”
Wilbur beamed and gestured for Tommy to sit down. He quickly made up some popcorn and set a coke down beside Tommy. Giving him his own bowl of popcorn as well.
Tommy mumbled a quiet thanks and Wilbur nodded. Settling down on the opposite side of the two seater couch.
Wilbur grabbed the remote and quickly rented the movie, clicking play.
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They sat in silence. Wilbur occasionally hearing a snicker from Tommy that made his heart swell. It was such an innocent laugh.
Really what was a kid doing in this part of town?
Eventually Tommy found himself subconsciously scooting closer. Wilbur noticed every time he inched over. Their shoulders touched and Tommy didn’t take his eyes off the screen as he reached into Wilbur’s bowl of popcorn and started eating out of it.
Wilbur muttered a small ‘gremlin child’ under his breath but made no room to stop the thieving boy.
Wilbur then felt a weight on his shoulder as Tommy’s head was leaned onto him.
He really didn’t expect this. They haven’t even touched each other aside from accidentally brushes. They never even shook hands!
Wilbur glanced an eye over and realized why Tommy suddenly become so vulnerable.
He was asleep.
Wilbur blinked. Great. Now he can’t move.
It’s like when a puppy falls asleep on you and you just have to accept this is your life for the foreseeable future. Not unless you’re a horrible human being.
And Wilbur’s a hero. He isn’t going to betray this act of trust from Tommy.
He threw a blanket over the two of them. Leaning his head back on the couch and glancing at Tommy for a moment before closing his eyes.
“Night Toms.”
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Tommy woke up peacefully for the first time in his whole life. He blinked a few times. This isn’t normal. He should be feeling terrified but the peaceful sleep still has a hold on him and he shifts his head to look around.
While it’s the same layout as his apartment, it isn’t his. Tommy blinks a few times before his focus goes to Wilbur. He’s got his back turned to Tommy and is humming something while he cooks in the kitchen.
Tommy let out a groan as he wiped at his eyes.
Wilbur whips his head around and smiles, “Morning Toms.”
Tommy blinked blearily a few more times, “Mornin’ Wil. Wait. I SLEPT HERE?!?!” Tommy shot up. His breathing becoming panicked.
“Hey calm down. It’s alright. I’m not mad.”
“No it’s just-“ Tommy took a deep breath.
How could he fall asleep here? He’s barely known Wilbur for a week!
Even if he’s the nicest person he’s ever met. That’s not a very high bar. How could he be so trusting?
Except...
Wilbur didn’t do anything.
He could have drugged him and dragged him back to them but he didn’t. So despite the odd behavior from the man...
He didn’t backstab him.
“Toms?” Wilbur asks, now suddenly kneeling next to him, “You alright there bud?”
Tommy snapped out of his thoughts, seeing the genuine care in Wilbur’s gaze.
He smiles warmly, “Y-Yeah. I’m alright. Thanks for uh... letting me sleep here.”
“Come over whenever you want.”
Tommy smiled genuinely, “Thanks Wil.”
Wilbur nodded with a smile, “Course. Now you want some breakfast?”
Tommy nodded, “Yeah that sounds... nice.”
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They ate in a comfortable silence. The most comfortable and safe Tommy has felt for a long time. He doesn’t really know why. Wilbur is just some dude. But he just...
He feels safe.
But he still has to be on guard. They could come for him at any moment. He knows it. And he’s putting Wilbur in danger too.
He sighs. He wants to be a little selfish. He really wants Wilbur to just reach out and hold him.
He doesn’t even know why.
They’ve never even had small gestures such as a pat on the back.
But he thinks Wilbur’s hugs would be secure. Unyielding.
He doesn’t know how he feels about Wilbur.
It’s just... nice.
Tommy smiles slightly to himself, not noticing the way Wilbur is looking at him fondly.
“Thanks for the breakfast Wil. It was really good.” Tommy said, meeting Wilbur’s gaze.
Wilbur nodded, “As I said. Any time. Actually here...” Wilbur got up and walked to a drawer in the kitchen.
Pulling it open and shuffling around. He pulled something out and walked over to him, sticking his hand out with a silver key inside.
“Anytime you want to come in and I’m not home. Take anything you need. Food, water, medical supplies or just a blanket alright?”
Tommy carefully took the key, “Thanks... I uh, really appreciate it man.”
“Any time. Well child I have to get going. So stay as long as you’d like! Just make sure to lock the door behind you.” Wilbur smiled.
Tommy nodded and Wilbur skipped over towards the door. Waving a final goodbye and closing it behind him.
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Another week past.
Wilbur still has work to do. He’s heard little rumors about Ghostbur out on the streets. He has started wearing a black mask covering the lower half of his face while he’s out. Making sure no one follows him back to his home.
Where they could try and use Tommy against him.
He takes care of a few more thugs and then he’s approached by a few people in suits.
They look fancy and like respectable people but Wilbur knows better.
“Ghostbur I presume?” One questions.
“Who’s asking?” Wilbur asked in return.
The man smiled, “Ram Horns.”
Wilbur hummed, “You’ve got my attention.”
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Wilbur was ecstatic and terrified about making it into the gang. He’s become an unofficial member. He has to take out a few lower level gangs that are trying to make a name for themselves while Schlatt is distracted.
Not kill. Just give a good warning.
Still only those truly a part of the gang knows what Schlatt is looking for.
And according to the people he’s talked to,
Ghostbur doesn’t have much longer until he finds out.
Now why was he terrified then?
Well once his mission is complete then it’s time to go home. He’s a bit worried about his neighbor. One he’s started to grow increasingly worried about.
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Tommy started coming over a bit more. He has yet to just come in without knocking but Wilbur supposes it’s just etiquette.
It’s been almost a full month now. Tommy progressively coming over more than just once a week to now almost everyday.
Wilbur is okay with that.
He enjoys Tommy’s company. They banter easily back and forth and it’s simply become natural.
They still haven’t really shown any physical affection. As much as Wilbur is dying to pull the boy into a hug and hold him for a little bit.
Tommy should initiate contact. Or maybe he should just do it? Maybe Tommy is worried he’s uncomfortable with it. He sees the way Tommy leans in a little bit so they brush past each other. He clearly wants it. But Wilbur doesn’t know how to even start.
They’re currently in the tiny kitchen. Tommy cutting up some vegetables while he is stirring a pot. They finish up their respective jobs and just stare at the pot for a moment. Tommy sitting on the counter while Wilbur leans next to him.
Tommy is rambling about something, Wilbur’s brain is too slow to even keep up but he’s just watching Tommy fondly. His gaze shifts to Tommy’s hair and before he even realizes what he’s doing, he runs his fingers through it.
Tommy freezes mid-sentence.
Wilbur just squints at his hair, “Your roots are starting to show.”
Tommy blinks then chuckles nervously, “Oh uh... yeah I’ll need to touch it up soon.”
“I can help if you want.”
“You know how?”
“Yeah. My brother dyes his pink. I help him sometimes.”
“Oh um... you don’t have to-“
“I want to.”
Tommy blinks at him a few times before a warm smile pulls at his lips, “Alright. You can help I guess.”
Wilbur hums and runs his fingers through Tommy’s hair one more time. Tommy leaning into it a little.
“Guess you’re actually blonde then hm?” Wilbur asked.
Tommy nodded.
“And yet you chose to go with brown? Tommy I’m touched. I can’t believe you want to match!”
Tommy sputtered, “I chose this color before I even met you!”
“Yeah but now that you’re redoing it the same color, you’ll be doing it so we can match! Awwwww Tommmyyyyyy!!!”
“I hate you so much. Like legitimately.”
“Tommmmmyyyyyyy!!!” Wilbur continued to coo.
“I know where you live. I will straight up murder you in your sleep. I’m sneaky. You won’t even hear me coming.”
“I can’t believe you look up to me so much!”
Tommy groaned and Wilbur just ruffled his hair. Tommy’s groan dying in his throat to a gentle hum. Wilbur did his best not to coo again.
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Wilbur has everything set up. Tommy was sat down, a towel around him like a cape. Wilbur gently grabbed the dye and started applying it.
Letting his fingers scratch at Tommy’s scalp while Tommy just leaned into it. Closing his eyes and letting Wilbur do the work.
Wilbur continued to scratch at Tommy’s scalp even after he was done applying the dye. Seeing how comfortable Tommy was.
Taking a closer look, Tommy was asleep. His mouth open just slightly and a peaceful look on his face.
Wilbur held back another coo and went to set a timer. He’d wake up Tommy in a little while.
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Wilbur gently shook Tommy awake, “Gotta go rinse your hair.”
Tommy shot up, rubbing his eyes vigorously, “I feel asleep? Again?”
Wilbur chuckled, “Yep. Now go finish up.”
Tommy nodded, taking a clean pair of clothes and rushing to the bathroom.
It only took a few minutes and he came back out with a smile.
“We’re like brothers.” Tommy teased, pointing at their matching hair colors.
Wilbur felt his eyes grow wet, “Don’t say that. I will cry.”
Tommy snickered and gently brushed his fingers through his hair, “Thanks Wil.”
“No problem Tommy. Anytime.” Wilbur said as he walked up to him and ruffled his hair.
Tommy playfully batted his hand away, “Well I gotta go to the store big man.”
“Alright child. Be careful.”
“I will.”
With that Tommy left. Wilbur felt his phone buzz. A new message.
“Tomorrow you’re in. We’ll let you in on the search.” -unknown number
Wilbur hummed, a smile creeping up his face.
Perfect.
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He was about to go to sleep. Already in his pajamas and finished up brushing his teeth when there was a knock on the door. He carefully shifted towards it and looked through the peep-hole.
He immediately recognized the brown haired boy and opened the door.
“Tommy?”
“H-hey Wil.” Tommy said, shaking slightly. His eyes red and puffy.
Wilbur stepped aside and let him come in, “What’s up?”
“It’s just- I’m s-sorry I should just g-go.”
Wilbur frowned, “No Toms. It’s alright. What’s going on?”
“It’s s-silly.”
“I highly doubt that. Tell me what’s up?”
“I just. I had a nightmare and I-I don’t want to be alone.”
Wilbur smiled gently, “That’s okay Toms. Want to sleep here tonight?”
“Please.”
Wilbur nodded and placed a guiding hand on Tommy’s back. Gesturing for him to get on the couch. He disappeared for a moment and reappeared with a blanket and pillow. Gently placing the pillow under Tommy’s head and tucking the blanket around him.
“Is that okay? Can I get you anything?” Wilbur asked.
“N-no. This is great. Thank you.”
“No need for a thank you. Whatever you need.”
Tommy nodded and curled into the blanket.
“Night Toms.”
“Night Wil.”
Wilbur turned off the lights.
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Wilbur slumped into bed and put his face in his hands. He held it together in front of Tommy but-
There’s some disturbing things he just saw.
Tommy always wears long sleeves.
Wilbur didn’t think to question it at first. The heater didn’t work here and it was mid-winter so even he wore long sleeves inside.
But today?
Tommy walked in with pajamas that were short sleeved.
And Wilbur is going to murder someone.
Who ever gave Tommy all those scars. Cuts along his arms. Big nasty scars around his wrists. They don’t appear to be self inflicted but if they are-
Wilbur doesn’t want to think about that.
Tommy hasn’t shown any other signs has he?
He’d much rather it be someone he can go murder for hurting his kid. Maybe his parents and he’s a runaway?
He pulls out his laptop and does a little research on a certain blonde haired Tommy.
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His failing research is interrupted by a scream.
Wilbur shot out of bed. Scrambling towards the living room to see Tommy writhing and whimpering on the couch.
Muttering something about ‘stop!’ ‘Let me go!’ ‘Please’
Wilbur shivered and made his way over. Gently, he put his cool hand to Tommy’s forehead.
Immediately he felt the sweat and heat radiating off the boy. Tommy leaned into the coolness of Wilbur’s hand before Wilbur pulled away. Ignoring the pain in his heart as Tommy whimpered at the loss of contact.
He grabbed a wash rag and drenched it in cold water. He walked to Tommy’s side and gently wiped the sweat off the boy’s face. Tommy immediately calming down with the cold rag.
Wilbur’s thumb gently glides over a few scars as he whispers, “Who did this to you sweetheart?”
Tommy mumbled something but was too out of it to actually speak.
He was calmed down at least. Still breathing a bit heavily but it seems he isn’t living that nightmare anymore.
Wilbur takes a step back and looks at him. He’s curled up and so small like this.
Wilbur guessed the kid was around 16 but looking now, he thinks 14. On the taller side.
But still so young. Way too young to be living alone. All his research has been for nothing. He isn’t in the foster system.
He needs to expand his search.
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When Wilbur woke up, Tommy was gone.
He knew at that moment he was completely and totally attached. Because his heart hurt to not see him. To think he was alone in his apartment without someone to help him. Someone to care.
And soon his mission would be over and he’d go home to a rich family of heroes and Tommy would remain here. Abandoned.
He knew he already had his mind made up a long time ago.
But today he’s telling Tommy.
He has a family now.
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Tommy woke up wrapped in a blanket and once again, safe. A warmth reaching his bones that he couldn’t explain. The sudden heat made him need to get out. Need to just-
Fly.
But he can’t. So he’ll settle for the next best thing.
He left the apartment and headed up the steps to the roof. One of his favorite hang out spots.
He headed to the edge and looked out over the city. The wind brushing through his hair gently.
Telling him to just take off and soar.
He couldn’t.
So instead he spread his arms. Feeling the wind rush around his entire body. The sound echoing in his ears. A feeing of freedom. One he hasn’t truly felt in a while.
He closes his eyes and just takes it in. A warm smile on his face. The wind circling and calling out to him. Making his bones ache in a comfortable way.
Enough to make him feel real. Alive. Free.
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Wilbur knocked on Tommy’s door but heard nothing. A man a few doors down was coming up the steps and towards his own door but Wilbur stopped him.
“Have you seen Tommy?”
“That kid?” The man asked.
Wilbur nodded.
The man shrugged, “Check the roof. He goes up there a lot.”
Wilbur raised a brow. He never noticed that.
Whatever. He can walk a couple of flights.
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Wilbur has faced a lot of terrifying things in his life. Comes with the job of being a hero.
But this.
This sinks into his mind. Curling around it and squeezing. All his senses buzzing and unable to communicate.
He had opened the door to the roof.
Then he saw Tommy. Arms spread out and teetering on the edge of the roof. A content smile on his face as he closed his eyes.
Wilbur’s heart dropped to his stomach.
No.
No no nonononono-
He’s faced a lot of things as a hero. Never has he had to stop someone from this act.
Not his little brother.
Wilbur moves before he could even fully register what was happening. His feet hitting the roof of the building faster than ever before.
In a single moment that took what felt like years he firmly wrapped his arms around Tommy’s waist and pulled back so hard they both fell backwards.
Tommy screamed and kicked. Wilbur just held him tighter and scooted away from the edge before spinning around and attempting to pin Tommy down.
Tommy flailed, doing surprisingly well for a kid and managed to flip to his back. He kicked Wilbur in the stomach. Punched him across the face. But Wilbur didn’t relent. Grabbing his wrists and pinning them down.
Tommy was good.
But Wilbur was better.
Tommy was completely pinned and Wilbur felt blood trickle down his nose.
Tommy’s wide and glazed eyes frantically looking around as he struggled, screaming out, “LET ME GO!”
“NO! TOMMY WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!?”
Tommy’s struggles slowed slightly and his glazed eyes met Wilbur’s. Tears welling up in Wilbur’s eyes and falling onto Tommy’s cheeks.
Tommy blinked a few times, the glaze lifting, “Wil...? What-”
“DONT ‘WIL WHAT’ ME! TOMMY I KNEW YOU HAD SOME ISSUES BUT THIS?!? TOMMY I CARE ABOUT YOU MAN!”
“Wil What are you-“
“NO! YOU DON’T GET TO JUST STAND AT THE EDGE OF THE ROOF WITH YOUR ARMS SPREAD OUT AND JUST AN INCH AWAY FROM GOING OFF!”
Tommy blinked a few times before his eyes widened, “No- No that’s not- it’s not what it looks like-“
“NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE?!? Tommy you had this-this content smile like- like you were ready and- I’M NEVER GETTING THAT SMILE OUT OF MY HEAD! It’s going to haunt my nightmares! Just talk to me man! Toms I care about you so much! Please don’t leave me! I want to help you! Whoever hurt you? I’ll never let them lay a finger on you. I’ll never hurt you and I won’t leave you just please-“ Wilbur sucked in a breath. His entire body shaking as he kept his tight hold on Tommy.
“Wilbur!” Tommy snapped.
Wilbur blinked but didn’t let go.
“I promise. I promise I wasn’t going to-to jump man. I come up here all the time because it’s freeing.”
Wilbur’s grip tightens, “Freeing?!?”
“I like the wind in my hair man! It’s a beautiful view of the city and it feels like flying! I promise. I promise I’m not gonna do that. I’ve fought too hard to give up now.” Tommy said, looking Wilbur straight in the eyes.
Wilbur’s scanned his eyes for a moment before his entire body went limp. He wrapped his arms around Tommy and pulled him up into a hug.
He squeezed Tommy tighter.
“You scared me half to death. Don’t do that again... please.” Wilbur begged.
Tommy slowly wrapped his arms around him, “I’ll stand a couple feet back next time yeah?”
Wilbur huffed with something between sadness and amusement, “You better.”
They just sat there for a few minutes. Tommy resting his cheek on Wilbur’s chest and Wilbur’s chin resting on his head. His arms wrapped tightly around his back and pulling him in as close as possible.
Letting the wind blow past them.
Tommy pulled back slightly but Wilbur kept a tight grip on him, “Wait wait. I punched you! I’m so sorry- Your nose is bleeding!”
Wilbur chuckled and pulled him in again, “I’m just fine. You didn’t break it or anything. Just stay...”
Tommy sighed but snuggled closer anyway.
He was right. Wilbur’s hugs are the best.
“Toms... I need to ask you something.”
“Ask away big man.”
“In a little while, not sure when exactly, I’ll be moving up to a better district.”
Tommy’s grip on him tightened.
“I have some family up there and-and I want you to come with me.”
Tommy’s grip loosened, “What?”
“I want you to come with me. I want you to be a part of my family. Let me protect you.”
Tommy’s breathing shook, “Wil you don’t know anything about me- I’m a thief and-and-“
“And a wonderful kid. Someone who deserves a better life. Who deserves human decency. Who deserves to be loved.”
Tommy’s breath hitched, “You-“
“I love you Tommy. I truly do.”
He gripped onto Wilbur tighter and sobbed.
Wilbur shushed him gently, rubbing circles into his back and letting his fingers comb through his hair.
“I care about you Tommy. I don’t know who hurt you but I promise I’m not like them. I’ll never hurt you and I just want you to be safe. Come with me Toms. Please.”
Tommy sniffled, burying his nose in Wilbur’s sweater, “I’ll think about it.”
Wilbur kisses the top of his head, Tommy hugging him tighter at the action, “Good. Let me know your decision okay? Ask me whatever you need to. Talk to me about anything okay? You want to talk about your nightmare last night?”
Tommy froze.
“You don’t have to.” Wilbur quickly added.
“No no it’s just... promise me you won’t make fun of me?”
Wilbur blinked a few times, “Of course not.”
Tommy took a deep breath, focusing on Wilbur’s fingers in his hair, “It’s about Ghostbur.”
Wilbur froze, “Who?” He squeaked.
“He’s this new dude going around making a big commotion. I think he’s meeting up with gang leaders tomorrow...”
Wilbur pulled back and looked him in the eyes, “Why exactly do you know about gang activity?”
Tommy froze again for another moment before shaking himself off, “I uh... You kinda have to around here big man. It’s best to know who not to mess with and how to stay out of people’s way. You don’t want to get mixed up in a gang fight.”
Wilbur hummed. That did make sense. But how Tommy gets all this information? He’s afraid to ask.
“Well what’s so scary about this Ghostbur character then?”
“He just... came out of no where and I have no clue who he is. I can’t watch out for him or be careful if I don’t know.”
Wilbur felt the tiniest smile pulling at his lips at the irony of this predicament, “Well. I’m sure Ghostbur has nothing against you Toms. I promise I won’t let him hurt you. Come to me if you ever feel threatened about anything or anyone.”
“What can you do against him?” Tommy questioned with a teasing smile.
Wilbur smiled confidently, “Big brother Wilbur is an amazing fighter. He’ll protect you from a hundred gang members!”
Tommy grinned and rolled his eyes playfully, “Yeah yeah sure big brother Wilby-“
Tommy’s face fell in horror.
Wilbur felt his eyes grow wet and a look of awe fell on his face, “Did you just-“
“NO! NO I DIDN’T!”
“You just called me Wilby! Awwwww Tommyyyy!!!” Wilbur cooed and reached out to hug him again.
Tommy tried to hold him back but Wilbur proved to be stronger and wrapped Tommy up in a hug. Giddiness radiating off of him.
“You can call me Wilby!”
“I will not! I didn’t! It’s your old man brain playing tricks on you! You’re hearing things!”
Wilbur just squeezed him tighter, a certain seriousness taking over their light conversation, “Big brother Wilby won’t let anything happen to you.”
Tommy blinked a few times at the change in tone but eventually melted into it. They simply stood there for another few minutes before Wilbur pulled away.
“Why don’t you think about my offer? I have to go for a little bit but I’ll be back. If you feel unsafe feel free to stay at my place as long as you want to.”
Tommy nodded, a smile playing at his lips, “Thank you.”
Wilbur then paused as he searched his eyes, “Are your eyes blue?!?”
Tommy stared for a second, brows furrowed before realization dawned on him, “Oh yeah... I wear colored contacts.”
Wilbur just smiled, “I like the blue.”
Tommy blushed slightly, “Uh thanks.”
Wilbur nodded and with that they walked back into the apartment. Wilbur keeping a guiding hand on Tommy’s back and settling him down on his couch. He threw a blanket around his shoulders and made a quick sandwich for him. Handing it off with a glass of water before he left to go to his meeting.
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“Ghostbur.” A man greeted.
Wilbur’s eyes widened slightly before he regained control, “Schlatt. Didn’t think I’d meet you just yet. Must be pretty important.”
Schlatt chuckled, “This might just be the most important thing there is. I need you to find someone for me.”
Wilbur tilted his head to the side, “What’s in it for me?”
“Payment of course. A very large sum of it. As well as a place here.”
“Who am I after?” Wilbur asked.
He had assumed he might get assigned to an assassination mission. Or at least a retrieval of whatever item someone had stolen from Schlatt to make him this desperate.
He pulled out a picture and shoved it across the desk, “Him.”
Wilbur picked up the picture and froze. His eyes growing wide.
The picture-
It was-
Tommy?
“What’s the matter? Know him?” Schlatt asked.
Wilbur shook himself off, “No it’s just... that’s a kid?”
“We don’t discriminate on the basis of age here.” Schlatt grinned, “Bring him here. You’ll get your payment.”
“I don’t hurt children.”
“Then bring him here unharmed. I don’t care. I just want him here alive. Though I think you’ll find he’s rather hard to kill.” Schlatt mused.
Wilbur held himself back from growling at the man, he could only assume he was part of the reason Tommy had so many scares, “Why do you want him?”
“None of your concern. Do you want the job or not?” Schlatt asked, his tone getting more serious.
“How much are you paying?”
Schlatt grinned, “30 million.”
“Ah... I suppose I can push aside my age bias for that amount.” Wilbur said.
Schlatt nodded, “I thought so. Now...”
Schlatt began to list off a bunch of details about where they’ve gotten to on finding him. Places they think he may be hiding and any other useful information.
Truth is it’s all very useless. They have theories of where Tommy is but none are in the same town they are currently in. They are all made on the assumption Tommy skipped town.
Either way.
They aren’t going to lay a single hand on his little brother.
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Schlatt stood up and patted his back as he began to walk out, “I expect to see results soon.”
Wilbur nodded, ignoring how much he wanted to punch the man, “You will.”
With that Schlatt left. Wilbur leaving and heading straight towards the apartment.
He was going to need to call Phil for some back up. He’ll have to explain some things to Tommy and then take him to a safe house, or his house if Tommy has decided on that, then schedule a meeting with Schlatt to set up a trap.
But top priority is getting Tommy out. ASAP.
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Wilbur quickly changed out of his Ghostbur uniform into his regular sweater and jeans in a public restroom, stuffing his clothes in a bag before heading up into his apartment.
He unlocked the door and found Tommy napping on his couch. The tv playing at a low volume. He smiled to himself and closed the door behind him. Locking it slowly so as to not make a sound. He quietly walked towards the sleeping Tommy and gently nudged his shoulder.
“Hey Toms.”
Tommy shot up, scrambling for a second before he saw Wilbur and relaxed.
“Hey Wil.”
“Have a good nap?” Wilbur teased.
“Brilliant.” Tommy said as he stood up and his back popped.
Wilbur then sighed and grabbed Tommy’s shoulders, “I need to talk to you.”
Tommy shifted nervously but met Wilbur’s serious eyes, “What’s up?”
“I need you to not freak out. I need you to listen to my whole story and let me explain.”
Tommy only felt more panic rise in him as he let out a nervous chuckle, “Alright I guess.”
Wilbur took a deep breath, “I’m Ghostbur.”
Tommy’s eyes went wide and he took a step back, Wilbur’s grip keeping him from going far.
“BUT! I’m also Phantom.”
“Phantom?” Tommy questioned, confusion in his voice, “The third ranked hero?”
Wilbur nodded, “I’m on a mission to go undercover with Schlatt.”
Tommy flinched at the name.
“I recently met up with him and he told me they’re after you. And I am not letting him get his hands on you. I’m going to call a couple heroes up and we’ll be off towards a better district. You can either stay in a safe house or... or with me and my family.”
Tommy tried to take another step back, “You don’t- Do you know why they want me? Heroes will just use me too-“
Wilbur’s grip tightened, “Absolutely no one will use you. Not on my watch.”
“But Wil you don’t know my power-“
“I don’t care if you clap your hands and the world implodes. I don’t care if you can snap your fingers and end world hunger. I will not let anyone use you.”
Tommy felt tears stinging his eyes and he thrust himself at Wilbur, grabbing onto his sweater desperately, “Please Wilby- Don’t let them get me again-“
Wilbur wrapped his arms around him tightly, pressing his face into brown curls, “Never. Never. I’ve got you. Safe house or mine?”
“Your’s.” Tommy sniffled, “If that’s okay.”
Wilbur smiled, “Of course. Let’s go.”
They released from the hug, Wilbur startled by the sound of serval doors closing.
He rushes to the window to see several sleek black cars parked around the entire apartment.
Schlatt staring directly at him.
Wilbur hissed and stepped back, “Tommy I promise I didn’t mean to lead them here- They must have bugged me-“
Tommy nodded, “I believe you.”
Wilbur felt pride bubble in his chest, he understands how hard that must have been for Tommy. To trust him even after he’s kept something from him.
“But Wil you should just go. I-I don’t want to put you in danger-“
“No!” Wilbur snapped, “Absolutely not. You’re coming with me and we’ll figure this out.”
Wilbur reached into his bag. Pulling out his costume and feeling over it. He snatched up a small device and threw it on the ground.
Crushing it with one stomp.
“There. Now they can’t hear us.”
Tommy nodded and Wilbur quickly grabbed his phone and walked around the apartment. He rummaged around, grabbing a few self defense weapons and handing a bat to Tommy. Keeping a few knives on him.
As he walked around he pressed a few buttons on his phone, pulling it up to his ear.
“Hey Phil. I am going to need an immediate extraction.”
“What?!? We’re on our way. Tell me the situation.” There was shuffling on the other end of the line.
“I found the... the thing Schlatt was looking for and I am absolutely not giving it to him. They found out I have it and have surrounded my building.” Wilbur quickly pulled Tommy into a side hug and they walked out the apartment door. Heading towards the roof.
“Mate. If it’s your life or the item you need to give it-“
“It’s Tommy.” Wilbur said.
Phil froze, “You mean the kid you won’t stop talking about-“
“Yes. I don’t know what they want from him. But I’m getting him out of here. What’s your ETA?”
“Five minutes out. Others are following, should be there in 10.”
Wilbur hummed and they made it to the roof. He looked down and saw Schlatt looking up at him. Several guns pointed at the sky.
“Scratch flying here Phil. They seem prepared for you.”
Phil sighed, “Be there in 10 then. We’ve got the whole place scrambling to get to you. Think you can hold out?”
Wilbur glanced down and saw Schlatt ordering people inside, “I think I can try.” He hung up.
He let go of Tommy and started walking down the steps.
“Where are you going?”
“Somewhere where I have better cover. I need to meet them head on. Stay up here if you can.”
“I’m coming with you.”
“No. You’re not. It’s dangerous and you’re their main target.”
“I know how to fight Wilbur. I’ll be alright.”
Wilbur sighed then grabbed Tommy’s hand, “Alright. Promise me you’ll be careful and run when you need to. No matter what happens to me.”
Tommy just stared at him, “I-“
Glass shattered loudly below them and they quickly rushed down the steps.
Wilbur phased through the first story door. Still visible as he appeared in front of the group.
“Ah Ghostbur.” Schlatt began, “or should I say Phantom? You really had us confused there for a minute. How did you manage to hide your intangibility for so long?”
Wilbur smiled. There was a reason the Phantom and Ghostbur hadn’t been connected yet.
Phantom’s ability was invisibility. Ghostbur’s was intangibility. And although they sound similar, what they do is completely different.
“Pros to people not knowing they were hitting right through me while I was invisible I suppose.” Wilbur grinned.
They’d kept his second use of his ability a secret for a very long time. Pulling it out for this mission was a big deal.
Wilbur wouldn’t have it any other way.
Bullets traveled straight through him as he ran at them. Turning invisible and ducking behind them, pulling out a knife and stabbing them in the arms or legs.
He easily took out the grunts but it was clear they were only to tire him out. Even more grunts came in and he took them down with ease. Bigger brutes came in without giving him a breather and he lunged at them. Going from tangible to intangible with practiced ease.
Gas started to leak from someone’s hands. Clearly some kind of knockout gas, forcing him to stay intangible.
He quickly took them out and rushed through the door to see Tommy still waiting inside. He grabbed his wrist and ran up the stairs. Hearing the door open and several muffled shouts follow.
They made it to the second story and there Tommy made his defense. Using the bat to knock out people trying to climb up the steps.
It was like fighting off the zombie apocalypse if the zombies had guns and superpowers.
Though they weren’t really using guns due to such a small space.
The two were doing surprisingly well.
But clearly Schlatt had started using his more high ranked individuals. They were better trained. Easily disarming Tommy and tackling him.
Wilbur pried them off and pulled Tommy up to stand and through the door. He threw Tommy a knife then shoved him behind him, waiting for the door to bust open.
The wood cracked as it hit the wall.
He turned invisible and rushed at the man. Only for the person to dodge and hit him in the stomach right before he turned intangible again.
Wilbur hissed and tried for another punch only for the man’s eyes to follow him.
He must have thermovision.
Tommy leaped at the man but it was too late. The man had pulled out cuffs and locked them on Wilbur’s wrist when he had gone for another hit.
Wilbur immediately became visible as Tommy tackled the man to the ground. Banging his head on the floor and knocking him out.
Tommy tried to rummage through his pockets for a key to the cuffs but Wilbur pulled him back as more people piled into the room.
Only then did Tommy see just how tired Wilbur looked. He was sweating and breathing heavily.
His defensive stance in front of him didn’t waver, if anything he seemed more determined as he kept a hand outstretched to keep Tommy behind him. He had a dagger in hand and determination on his features.
Wilbur’s voice plays in his head.
‘He’ll protect you from a 100 gang members!’
Such a cheesy statement but right now it was the most serious thing Tommy’s ever heard. Someone’s fighting for him. Harder than anyone ever has before.
The people didn’t stop jumping at Wilbur. He did surprisingly well without his powers. Cutting them down and knocking them out with quick blows. Tommy jumped at one that managed to get behind him. Doing his own job well and knocking them out.
Before long they were backed up another set of stairs and they made it to the roof.
Their final defense point. One place of entry. An entire hoard approaching.
The door slammed open and people flooded through. Wilbur and Tommy knocking them out as they stood back to back. Occasionally spinning against each other to take one by surprise.
The two brothers managed to defeat the wave of gang members. Panting heavily as they watched the door for more people.
Their knuckles were bloody and bruised. Their faces scratched and black eyes forming. Their breathing heavy and tired.
But they were alive. When it seemed no one else was coming, they turned to each other and smiled.
Then a very loud BOOM
Their entire world shook and the building began to collapse. Wilbur grabbed onto Tommy. Shielding him as much as possible as they fell to the ground. Slowed slightly by debris.
Wilbur hit the ground and the breath was knocked out of him. He took a greedy gasp of air and immediately began to cough from the smoke.
Hopefully the other tenets in this building had the right idea and left a long time ago.
Tommy twitched in his arms and sat up. Helping the coughing Wilbur to a standing position.
“Are you-“ Wilbur coughed, “Alright?”
Tommy nodded, “Yeah I am. You?”
Wilbur nodded, regaining control of his lungs, “We just need to-“
“Tommy!” A voice greeted cheerfully.
Tommy froze and his eyes whipped towards the man.
Wilbur pushed Tommy behind him once more, growling at the man, “Don’t touch him.”
“He’s mine Phantom. Isn’t taking something that isn’t your’s stealing? I thought heroes were better than that?”
“He’s a person! You don’t get to own him! He isn’t a slave!”
Schlatt grinned, “You don’t even know what you have! Once you found out you’ll understand!”
Wilbur hissed, “ENOUGH! HE’S JUST A KID! How long have you been torturing him for your sick game? The heroes will be here any minute. Leave while you still can!”
Schlatt sighed, the horns on his head growing slightly, “Guess we’ll do this the hard way.”
Schlatt rushes at him head first. Wilbur pushes Tommy to the side and dodged as the man collided with the crumbling wall. Schlatt just turned and rushed again.
Honestly Wilbur expected some big awesome boss fight but it seems Schlatt is mostly just bark.
Wilbur just keeps dodging and Schlatt just keeps charging. Ramming into the walls.
Eventually Wilbur takes a knife and plunges it into Schlatt’s side. Making the man howl in pain before Wilbur punched him in the side of the head. Knocking him to the ground.
He then grabbed his head and rammed it into the floor.
Since it’s clear physical trauma isn’t doing much against him, he grabbed the man’s throat and squeezed. Holding him down just long enough to make him pass out while Schlatt just flailed around in his grip.
Schlatt’s head lulled to the side.
Wilbur huffed, breathing heavy as he stood up. Spitting some blood out of his mouth.
He then looked to Tommy with a warm smile as he watched with scared eyes. Arms around him and hugging himself.
“Toms-“
The building groaned.
“WILBUR!” Tommy yelled, running at him.
Wilbur barely had time to react before the building collapsed more. A splintered wooden beam falling where he once was and piercing Tommy’s stomach. Tommy fell to the ground and more debris pilled on top of him. Burying him under dust.
Wilbur screamed, standing up and rushing over. Quickly clawing away the the dust and exposing Tommy’s face. Blood trickling out of his mouth and his eyes a dull grey.
“TOMMY! TOMMY!” Wilbur shouted, pulling the boy from under the debris and onto his lap.
He distantly heard wings flapping and police sirens. Feet shuffled towards him and a gasp sounded behind him.
Wilbur quickly placed his fingers on Tommy’s pulse point, searching desperately.
Come on-
Come on-
Come on…
Come…
Wilbur let out a scream and doubled over Tommy. Pulling him into his arms desperately. Like he could make his heart beat by clawing at him.
A hand landed on his shoulder, trying to pry him away but he ripped his shoulder out from under it and screamed into Tommy’s shirt.
Tears streaming down his face as he denied his reality.
“P-please!!! TOMMY! TOMMY! WAKE UP TOMMY! PLEASE IT ISN’T FAIR! I PROMISED! I PROMISED!”
He’s never going to bring his little brother home. Never get to hear his laugh again.
Never get to show his family the brilliant person he found. The one who quickly became his best friend. The one who could get him to laugh with just the simplest look. An over exaggerated pout that had Wilbur cackling.
Never get to curl up on the couch for movie nights. Whispering ‘gremlin’ when Tommy inevitable stole from his bowl of popcorn.
Never see the slight upturn of his lips when he’s trying to pretend to be mad.
His little brother. Too young.
Tommy’s voice replayed in his head.
‘I’ve fought too hard to give up now.’
Tommy did give up.
Tommy gave up his life for him. For little him. A hero. One who’s supposed to sacrifice themselves so others could live.
A beaten, broken boy took his place.
He distantly realizes he’s still screaming. Fighting away people trying to take him away.
They were just so close. So close to home. So close to safety.
Schlatt just couldn’t stand going down alone could he?
He had to take Tommy with him. The boy he tortured. The boy who escaped and was free and still decided Wilbur was worth saving.
Worth his life.
Wilbur just shook with sobs, voice hoarse from screams, “Toms... I’m so sorry... I’m so sorry... you saved my life.” He sniffled, “I promised you and I failed. I’m so sorry...”
Wilbur suddenly felt a stinging pain and let go of Tommy with a yelp. His hand burning as he was pulled back. Tommy’s body bursting into a bright yellow light.
Wilbur let out a scream as Tommy’s body was engulfed in flame.
He just watched in utter confusion as the flames grew into a bright orange then blue for a moment before reseeding to a deep red. The fire licking at the dust around him.
After a few seconds the fire disappeared.
Tommy’s form completely new. His hair a vibrant blonde. The scars gone from his arms and the gaping hole in his stomach completely closed. And most surprising, fiery red wings sprouting from his back.
Wilbur stared for a moment. Watching. Waiting. Holding his breath.
Tommy’s chest rose.
Wilbur scrambled towards him. Holding him in his arms once more and smiling down at him. Cradling his head and watching his chest rise and fall. He kissed Tommy’s forehead.
“Tommy... Tommy- This is your power?” Wilbur asked.
Tommy blearily opened his eyes, a shinning blue meeting dark brown, “Wilby? Are you- you okay?”
Wilbur just smiled, his eyes wet, “Yeah Yeah. I’m alright.”
“‘M ‘ired Wil.”
Wilbur nodded, “Go to sleep. It’s alright. You’re okay now. You’re safe now.”
Tommy hummed a tired acknowledgement and his eyes slipped shut. Breathing softly.
Wilbur’s entire body was shaking from soarness but he tried to stand up, lifting Tommy as well.
Phil was there in an instant. Although Wilbur isn’t sure when he got there. He took Tommy from his hands and a pink haired man caught Wilbur before he fell to his knees.
“Techno?” Wilbur asked, black spots filling his vision.
“Hey Wil. You did good. You’re alright.”
“Tommy-”
“He’s safe. We’ve got you. You can rest too.” Techno says.
Wilbur nodded and passed out from exhaustion.
Hoping the police would run a recovery mission for all those stuck in the building and get them to safety as well. Or a prison.
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Tommy woke up surrounded in warmth. A slow beeping next to him. He felt an arm wrapped around him and a face buried in his hair. He gently turned around to see Wilbur snoring softly.
He adjusted slightly and Wilbur’s hold immediately tightened. He grumbled sleepily and shoved his face into Tommy’s hair more. Giving a satisfied hum when Tommy stopped squirming.
Tommy chuckled lightly, his face slightly red at how much he loved being held like this.
He’s a big man! He doesn’t need cuddles.
Wilbur’s hand moved and scratched lightly at Tommy’s scalp.
Okay maybe he could use some cuddles.
He melted into the hold. Pressing his face into Wilbur’s sweater.
“Hey sunshine. You awake?” Was whispered above him.
Tommy hummed.
“I’ll take that as a maybe.” Wilbur chuckled and Tommy smiled as he was moved with the force.
“You should probably get up and eat. You think you could wake up Toms?”
Tommy opened a single eye and glanced at him. Wilbur cooing at the tired look.
Tommy grumbled and smacked him lightly.
He then remembered what happened.
He shot up out of bed. Wilbur making a surprised noise at the sudden alertness.
“Whoa whoa. What’s up?”
“My power you-“
“No one is going to use you. I promise.” Wilbur said sternly.
“But-“
“But nothing. No one here will ever use you for your powers. You don’t even have to explain the full extent. Your wings look cool though.”
Tommy glanced back at his folded up wings, “Uh... thanks.”
Wilbur nodded, sitting up as well and stretching, “You can also tell me if you want to. But you don’t have to.”
Wilbur’s back cracked as he stretched and he paused. Glancing at Tommy’s growing grin.
“Not a word.”
“Old-”
Wilbur slapped a hand over his mouth, “Not. A. Word.”
Tommy chuckled and Wilbur removed his hand, “Okay but... my power it’s…”
He wondered if he should do this. He trusted Wilbur. He really does.
But it’s just…
His whole life has been being used. Then hiding it away. He didn’t want to be hurt again. He didn’t want to be stuck somewhere in chains to die again and again and-
Wilbur’s firm grip on his shoulder brought him to the present. Warm brown eyes looked into his soul.
“Toms. You don’t have to tell me. I promise. You’re safe. You’re free.” Wilbur said without even a hint of doubt.
Tommy searched his eyes. He wanted that. To be free and unafraid. To spread his wings and soar.
Right into Wilbur’s arms.
He took a shuddering breath, “Phoenix I guess? I can revive after I’m dead. I have a stronger healing factor. I can fly. All that. But Schlatt he...” Tommy trailed off.
Wilbur grabbed his arm reassuringly. Looking into his eyes and showing he was listening.
“He found out my blood could heal people if mixed with the right chemicals and it could even- even possibly revive people. So yeah... he- once he found out I could revive he-”
Wilbur squeezed Tommy’s arms and quickly pulled him into a hug, “Toms I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry we heroes failed you. Our world failed you. He’s in jail now. He won’t lay another finger on you.”
Tommy felt tears trickle down his face as he grabbed onto the back of Wilbur’s sweater. Wiping his tears on it. Staying like that for a few minutes.
He pulled away and looked Wilbur in the eyes.
“Are you really gonna let me stay? Are you- Do you really want me to be a part of your family? I’m not-”
Wilbur pulled him into a bone crushing hug, “Toms of course. Of course I want you to be a part of my family. You’re funny and thoughtful. You’re Tommy and that’s enough for me. Don’t forget that okay?”
Tommy sniffled and nodded, “Thank you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Wilbur sighed into his hair.
“Welcome home Tommy.”