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This fic does mention: Murder, and two people getting shot. Please read at your own whatever the rest of the warning is.
Going by many names, with nothing but legends. Many riches to make anyone fall to persuasion and wouldn’t put a dent in it. All kept in a dark basement of his many homes through the city. But never in his own home or his shop basement, he should keep some of it in his home, so he doesn’t have to go next door or across town, but he doesn’t. He keeps his weapons with old, and new enchantments with him in his home. Never ever letting his guard down. Keeping a knife on his side from view.
This city with all of it tricks, his been here for centuries, knowing the ins and outs of each alleyway. He rather not go in to those having to deal with pest that think they can beat the bricks off him and get his belongings. He should have become a mob boss instead of a basic café owner. But he is content with this life he lives. He never really bothers changing his name but just adding the third or jr. to the end of it, but never really saying it out loud. The government just thinks he has a very long family of the same name.
But he must kill a person in the most brutal way possible so it’s not recognizable just to kill off that name and live his new one as soon as that name gets in its 80s or 90s. Really in this world of magic and other shit he should be careless to worry about it. he should just let the name go to dust and when some people get suspicious say he never had heard of the name, and he lives with his father and the name comes from his mother’s side of the family just to confused them.
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That would be funny. But it wouldn’t make sense.
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Tommy comes from the back of the store from a random room and with a little fake plant and puts it by the window seal next to the register. It looks lovely right there, even though throughout his life he never really learned how to take care of a plant, only stepping on them through battle. Really reminds him of this one battle in Iceland with a brown headed Viking with red eyes, which was really before he became an immoral, he doesn’t have those scars anymore, but he remembers where they were. Snapping back from his gaze at the plant to the door, he looks up to see his lovely friends.
“Hello bossman!”
“Hi Tommy”
“Ayup, you two! What can I get you two before you go and do your thing?” Tommy replied to Tubbo and Ranboo. Tubbo and Ranboo are vigilances just keeping the upper town safe since that worse than downtown.
“Well, we won’t get anything to drink just I think cinnamon rolls.” Tubbo says, looking at Ranboo for conformation even though they probably talked about it before entering. Ranboo nods, Tommy also takes the money even though he doesn’t need it and heads to the warm lighting shelf and puts on gloves and grabs the two cinnamon rolls and puts it in a bag and hands them in.
Tubbo and Ranboo say their thanks and head to the back of the café to a room where they have their gear and made their way on out. They worry about Tommy, not taking their protection even though they already set up cams just in case, but he just fine. Some other people come in and get coffee and enjoy the café. Tommy stays up front just in case something happens because there more people than usual means more people to keep an eye for and protect just in case.
Recently more fights happing around this time and robberies according to the news, but he just keeps an eye out. He just a human to others which he isn’t, but having the gift of the gods, he can summon weapons or other stuff depending on if you want it, but he never does if its himself in danger if its other than yeah.
“Man, it’s really peaceful today, nice” Tommy said looking at around, until he looks at this random guy in all black in the summer entering the shop, “THIS IS A ROBBERY!” Tommy deadpanned.
Does his goddess really despise him so (he joking he tells his god if they are listening). “EVERYONE ON THE GROUND!” The robber shouts, Tommy signs and watches the guy as he raises his gun and waves it around.
‘Man, this is a great way to get rid of some money, but the guy is putting people in danger, which is a big no, no’ Tommy thinks and leans on the counter supporting his head with his hand and just watches. “I SAID ON THE GROUND!” The robber stares at Tommy trying to intimidate him to getting on the ground. “Sir this is not a bank, this is a coffee shop, not for robbing unless you’re robbing for coffee which is just weird” Tommy replies in his usually tone as he hears some of his customers on the ground giggle. The robber soon then points the gun towards Tommy, “I’M NOT PLAYING AROUND KID!”
“Oh really?”
The robber shoots the ceiling, and some cries comes out of his customers. Tommy frown at his ceiling, he just fucked up the vintage ceiling from the 1990s.
“Did you have to shoot my fucking ceiling you asshat?” The robber shifted in uncomfortableness as he realizes that Tommy was not affected. Tommy did a motion with his hand and a gun appeared, and he slid over his counter and shooting the robber in the hand disarming him and shoots the man in the knee. “I’m going to get that bullet you shot in my ceiling and shove it up your ass.” He kicks the gun that the robber had over to a customer, “Can you hold the gun to the same knee and if he tries to move or anything else just pull the trigger on that same knee for me” The customer looks at Tommy with unsureness but nods and takes the gun.
Tommy makes his way back to the counter with his phone and calls the cops. Tommy soon got off the phone with the cops when that should have been the first thing, he did but he didn’t. “Alright the cops are on their way” The customers all felt safe enough to make their way outside. The customer with the gun, hands started to shake looked to Tommy with uneasiness “excuse me- “. The customer was cut off with a hand grabbing the gun out their hand and grabbed them, pulling the gun to they’re head. Tommy looked at the situation he was present with and looked outside with the cops pulling up (that was fast), the customers seemed to be telling them what just happened.
Ok, Tommy what can you do in this situation, shoot his other hand and knee’ ok maybe I should stop with the shooting and talk this out. How about I become the hostage- Bingo. “Let them ago and I’ll become the hostage” Tommy blurted out before he decides if that’s what’s he was going to do officially. Tommy looked at the robber and he was thinking about it. “Alright, come then you lil’shit”
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‘And where outside with cops, heroes, helicopters, and the news…great’
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Tommy then looked at the robber, “Where you planning on this much attention? Because I wasn’t”, “Absolutely I wasn’t!” he whispered back. The robber shoved the gun against Tommy’s head, making it sure it was clear that they aren’t friends that quickly.
Cops clearly all around the area trying to get Tommy out of this situation. Maybe I should have just shot him in the head. Just maybe. But Tommy just wants all this attention on his shop gone and doesn’t want to deal with the drama even though he started by not keeping his eye on the robber.
“SIR YOU ARE CLEARLY INJURED, WE CAN GET YOU MEDICAL HELP AND YOU WON’T BE IN TROUBLE!”
“YEAH, RIGHT LIKE I’M GOING TO FALL FOR THAT! I RATHER KILL US BOTH THAN GET TURNED IN”
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“Did you just say your going to kill us both- “
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“SIR DON’T-”
Just as tommy said that gun went off and he was falling to the ground, then the robber followed suit. Now Tommy was in this empty black void until his body healed itself, since this is a clear blow to the fucking head give him like 3 minutes. Which isn’t bad because if he had died early that year or so months before it take couple of days or months, and he doesn’t want to dig himself out again.
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Now if you were watching this pan out you be like ‘omg this is terrible events that happen’, Tommy Ambrose Innit, the fourth owner of “Immoral Coffee” café shop has died and the robber some random guy just died in front his shop. Brains blown out on the pavement, then if you were still watching the news, then you’ll see and hear what is about to happen.
As they were zipping up the robber’s body and the News people were covering what just happen. Tommy had gotten up and pulled out the bullet that couldn’t fully push out had held it in his hand. Checking the side of his face if the hole had healed. He looked around and he should just leave honestly doesn’t want people snooping in his shop. Tommy then fully gotten up from his knees and made his way to his shop door. That is until someone screamed (The news reported) that he had gotten up, Tommy then flipped them off and tried opening the door forgetting it’s a push instead of a pull. When someone grabbed his should, some hero looking at him in confusion and inspecting him.
“Hello, can I help you?” Tommy looked very unpleased with being touched but then the balding motherfucker doesn’t say anything and tries to touch his used to be wound. Tommy slapped his hand away and looked at the guy. “What the hell man!?” Tommy frown at this, where’s the consent, he sees why women don’t like men, always starin and shit smh or is it shaking his head-?.
“You should be dead!” The hero said with an ugly face.
“Now that’s just rude” Tommy said like he took it to heart.