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Tommy liked to think of himself as a normal guy. He has a job, he pays rent, and lives in an apartment with his best friend! Granted, it was illegal, but that doesnt matter.
Tommy was on his way to work. He worked at Niki's Bakery, a small bakery in District 12. Tommy lives in one of the lower districts, so things like muggings were pretty common, just not usually in the middle of the day.
"HEY! What the hell are you doing!? Leave him alone!" Tommy said to the mugger in the alleyway. He realized after saying that, that he isn't in his vigilante outfit, and that was an incredibly stupid thing of him to say to a guy in an allyway. He walked into the allyway regardless, because he is stupid.
"Oh yeah? What the hell are you gonna do about it? You look 12 kid, go back to school." The mugger said, glaring daggers at Tommy.
"FUCK OFF I AM NOT A KID! I am 16, and I am the epic Thomas Innit, I am the best and only man to exist, ever. Besides Philza Minecraft."
"... What?"
"You heard me! Now fuck off and leave this poor guy alone! He doesn't even look like he has money on him!"
"Hey, thats rude.." The person getting mugged said.
"I don't care, you are literally getting mugged right now."
"Fair enough-"
"STOP CHIT CHATTING!" The mugger throws a knife at Tommy, and narrowly misses, the knife lodging in the wall behind him.
"Okay, chill out big guy, no need to be rude"
"I JUST WANT TO MUG THIS GUY, PLEASE." The mugger said. He looked like he was about to cry. Or he was just really angry. Probably both.
Tommy was about to argue, when he saw a guy from behind, who looks strangely familiar. Reason being that he is the number two hero in L'Manburg. Tommy then decides to distract him while the hero does his thing, because he'd rather not be outed as a vigilante right now.
"You what? Sorry, my hearing is shit."
"I SAID, I JUST WANT TO-" The mugger cut out, as he was just hit on the head with a baking tin. Where did Siren get a baking tin? What?
"Thanks big man, for doing your job and all. Now, if you dont mind, I have a job to get to, adios!" Tommy said, walking back into the street.
"Stop." Siren commanded.
Huh, I don't feel any different, that's weird. Oh well, I'm gonna run as fast as I can now. Tommy thought.
Tommy 'stopped'.
"Okay, good, now-" Siren started to say
"Sorry man, I'm already what, 5, 10 minutes late to work? See you later big guy!"
Tommy booked it.
Siren stood in shock.
What. Just. Happened.
Tommy was running very fast, he didn't even bother looking behind him, incase Siren was following him. He finally made it into the bakery around 5 minutes later.
"Heyyyy, Niki, I can explain I promise!" Tommy said, a little out of breath from running.
"Okay then, whats the explanation?" Niki said, looking very sceptical.
"I.. uh.. got into a car accident! Sorry for being so late Niki."
"Tommy. You just turned 16 and also you don't have your driver's license. Do you want to try that again?"
"Okay, I'm sorry Niki, I got into another fight. But it wasnt on purpose! There was someone around my age getting mugged! I couldn't just stand there and watch!" Tommy said, visibly upset.
Niki sighed.
"Fine, I'll let you off the hook just this once. We are about to have lunch rush, so please get into uniform in the staff bathrooms."
"Okay, thank you so much Niki I'm so sorry, again." Tommy said, running into the staff room, then into the bathrooms, getting quickly changed.
"Tommy! There is a customer, are you done?" Niki yelled through the door.
"Yes Niki, I'll be out there in a second!"
Tommy was the cashier, but also the person who made drinks. During his shift its only him and Niki working, so its rather difficult during lunch rush. After he got to the counter, a customer walked in.
"Hello! Welcome to Niki's bakery! How can we help you today?" Tommy said, trying to be positive. which was rather difficult after what happened earlier in the day.
"Are you even allowed to work here? You're like, 13." The customer said.
"Hey, fuck off prick! Im 16, and dont forget that im the one making your drink." Tommy said, looking angrily at the customer.
Another customer walked in.
"Sorry about my brother, he is just like that. Can we have a Earl Gray tea and a Caramel Frappe please?"
Tommy wrote their orders down on a small sheet of paper.
"I kind of need the names for these." Tommy said, almost sarcastically, as they should realize that he needs names to write down so they can actually get their orders.
"Oh uhhh, Techno and Wilbur. Techno for the tea, Wilbur for the frappe." 'Techno' said.
"Techno? What kind of drugs were your parents on when they named you? Can I have some?" Tommy said, jokingly.
They didn't respond.
"Alright, alright, jeez. Your table number is 7, I'll bring them to you guys when they're done."
"What was the point of the names then?" Wilbur said.
"Fuck off or I'm spitting in your drink."
"Okay fair enough."
The rest of the day was rather normal. He gave the weird siblings the drinks, then went along his day. Luckily for Tommy it wasn't super busy. After his shift, he hung up his apron and walked home.
"Dude, Tubbo, you won't believe the shitty day I've had."