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This was not how Tommyinnit wanted to spend his glorious night; at least not today. You see, Tommy hadn’t had a great night, or day for that matter. Not at all. And now, while he was returning home, to run into a hero of all people? It certainly didn’t make Tommy’s night any better. In fact, it made it worse. Want to know what made it impossibly worse from that point of being horrible? The hero chasing him was Siren, and boy was he a little bitch.
“LALALA!” Tommy shouted as he jumped from building to building, drowning out Siren’s commands with his screams. If he was being completely honest, his lungs were starting to hurt and a headache was forming, but could he stop? No. Besides, the anger radiating from Siren was enough to keep Tommy going, besides the threat of being arrested or killed.
“LALALA, YOU CAN’T CONTROL ME YOU STUPID BITCH!” He sang, still tormenting the poor hero. However, over his loud yells, he hadn’t heard Siren contacting someone for a little help. So, it only made sense that he didn’t notice the man in front of him until he collided with him. The collision sent Tommy flying to the ground, landing straight on his ass a small distance away from the guy he ran into.
Tommy shot his head up to look at the guy, fully ready to yell at him for screwing him up, but his words died in his throat upon seeing the person's face. It was the fucking Blade. THE Blade. Tommy gulped. “Nice seeing you around.. here.,” he choked out. No, he was NOT intimidated by the extremely tall and strong pink-haired male in front of him who just so happened to be holding an extremely cool sword that could probably slice off his head with a small flick of its owner’s wrist. No, not at all.
The Blade just gave him an unimpressed eyebrow raise. Siren’s footsteps behind Tommy caused him to shoot up from his spot on the ground, taking a cautious step back from both of the heroes. He didn’t get too far from them, because as he went for another step, he realized he was at the end of the building. Not that it was a problem for Tommy, he’d find a way out; he always did, but it was not very convenient since he was already quite close to Siren and Blade.
Eyes shooting between the two heroes, Tommy noticed that Siren was beginning to speak from the small glow of his eyes from underneath his veil. Not happening. “LALALALA!” He screamed, maintaining eye contact with Siren while doing so just to see the anger and disbelief in his eyes. Idiot thought I couldn’t see his eyes from underneath that veil? Did he think this visor was for show? Siren’s expression caused Tommy’s screaming to falter, laughter making its way through. It was just too funny, you can’t judge a man for laughing at another’s anguish, can you?
Tommy’s laughter was cut off by another scream, one of genuine surprise, as he saw Blade launching toward him, sword in hand. Purely on muscle memory, Tommy jumped backward, dodging the lunge. For a second, he laughed at Siren and the Blade and at their shocked faces. For a second. Soon he realized he was falling; the laughter stopped.
However, Tommyinnit is always prepared. Reaching to his belt, Tommy took a hold of his grappling hook and shot it into the roof of the nearest building, cheering when it caught. He nearly skimmed the street below before he was shot up into the air. This never gets old. Safely rolling to a landing on the roof, Tommy glanced back to where Siren and Blade were last, but they were gone.
Tommy stood in confusion for a moment. Where the fuck did they go? A voice shook him out of his thoughts. “Mellohi? Mellohi, are you okay? Your visor and earpiece stopped working for a while.” It was his roommate, Tubbo. His voice was glitchy though. Weird. “Yeah, I’m fine, boss man. Why’re you all glitchy and shit now, though?” He questioned, deciding to not tell his friend about his encounter with Siren and Blade, since he obviously didn’t know, and instead opted to continue his running from roof to roof.
A groan was heard through the earpiece. “Tommy, I swear to fuck if you broke the earpiece-“ Tommy didn’t wait for him to finish his sentence. “Sorry big man!” He threw the earpiece carelessly into an alleyway. It was already broken, Tubbo said it himself!
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When Wilbur and Techno returned home from patrol, Wilbur was still furious. He’d been complaining about the “stupid gremlin fuck” that happened to be the vigilante that had escaped them both. “I swear to god, if I see that little shit again I’m going to-” Wilbur cut himself off when he saw Techno retreating to his room. “Where the fuck are you going, Tech?” He loudly questioned, not bothering to get up from his spot on the couch.
“Away from you.” Techno deadpanned, turning around to stare at Wilbur to fully convey his boredom. Wilbur simply glared at him. “ Get back here. ” Techno groaned in annoyance as he felt the familiar feeling of losing control of his body and unwillingly walked back over to the couch where Wilbur was laying, grinning stupidly. When Techno sat down, Wilbur continued his rants, ignoring Techno’s mumble of, “I hate you so much sometimes.”
“Techno, I just don’t understand how he escaped from both of us. Is my power just… useless now that he can see through my veil?” Wilbur asked Techno. The man in question was on the verge of sleep, tired of hearing Wilbur’s whines. “Stop being a whiny little bitch, Wil.” Abruptly sitting up, Wilbur glared at his brother. As a familiar teal glow started in Wilbur’s eyes, Techno tried to cover his ears, but was too late. “ Chop off a lock of your hair. ”
“Not my hair, you prick!”
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When Tommy entered his, Tubbo's, and Ranboo's apartment after patrol, he tried to be quiet, he really did. But it was useless. Tubbo was waiting for him, sitting on their sofa next to Ranboo with a murderous glint in his eyes that only seemed to grow when Tommy entered. "How was patrol, Tommy?" Tubbo asked sickeningly sweetly, a big smile stretched his face. Tommy gulped. If I run now, will the consequences be worse?
Tommy shot Ranboo a glance that screamed "save me," but the teen in question simply shrugged at him. Ranboo didn't want to be on Tubbo's bad side; Tommy was on his own this time. Just like he always was every time he did something stupid or bad, which was a lot .
Tommy never got the chance to answer Tubbo's question, though, because Tubbo had followed up his other question with a command. "Go to your room; you're grounded." Tommy looked at him with disbelief. "We're the same age, you can't ground me!"
"Don't talk back to me, young man."
"We're the same fucking age!"
"Tommy fucking Innit, you'd better get your ass in that room right now."
Tommy immediately obeyed, silently scurrying to his room without another word. After Tommy left, Tubbo sat right back down and acted like nothing ever happened.
"What if I use the parts from the television to make a bomb?"
"TUBBO, NO."