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Icarus was not ok.
He was currently ruining from a gang of angry heroes who wanted to capture him. Honestly, he wasn’t sure. He just wanted a bagel but, no— that was too much to ask for. Like come on! Give him a break. It’s not his fault he has to do the shit that they don’t.
“Icarus for god’s sake, can you please stop running!” said ghost. Now that Icarus thinks about it, ghost is a dumb name as it literally tells people what his powers are. Like how dumb this hero can be? If it were up to Icarus, the hero’s name would be Anno because he is so annoying.
“No can-do Anno,” Icarus shouted back.
“My name is not Anno birdbrain!”
“Sure, sure and my name isn’t Icarus, you buffoon.” Icarus was getting tired. Like man they were chasing him for what an hour now? He couldn’t remember. All he knew was he was stopping a robbery when all of the sudden a squad came and started chasing him (a stood for assholes). He kept ruining when all of the sudden he came crashing into a wall. Well, it wasn’t really a wall, more like the hero bloodhound but, ehh close enough. Like for real the dude was built like a tank.
“Look, here son, we just want to talk to you.” Eurus said, catching up to his fellow heroes.
“Hmm, ok how about we go ‘talk’ over a nice cup of steaming hot tea? Does that sound nice?” Icarus replied rolling his eyes. While he was doing this, he slowly backed away from blood hound, only to come crashing into ghost. He turned around releasing he was cornered.
“Oh, come on really, I didn’t wanna do this, but you all seriously don’t understand personal space. Like come on! It one of the first things we learn in school, keep ya’ hands to yourself.” He put his hand to his ear before muttering something. All of the sudden there was a flash of light. And then the heroes we left standing alone with Icarus nowhere near to find. They stood there bamboozled before finally Ghost spoke up.
“Did we just get flashed?”
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Icarus appeared in a rundown apartment. In front of him was a very angry looking light.
“Mathew what the fuck where you thinking? Not only are you past curfew but you decided to play tag with some fucking heroes.”
Madeline was fucking pissed. First of all, she got woken up at one in the morning. ONE IN THE GODAMN MORNING. Then she had to go pick up her annoy little brother, all because he doesn’t know how to not cause any attention to himself.
“Well, I was thinking… I want a bagel…”
Madeline sighed it was to early to be dealing with this bullshit. “Look, I’m going to turn a blind eye to this but if you dare wake me up tomorrow, you’ll be a dead-man.”
“Eye eye captain! I, Mathew Soyers swear I won’t wake you up.”
Sighing she turned around and walked to her room, completely ignoring Mathew.
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Mathew breathed a sigh of relief. He was so lucky that Maddy was too tired to lecture him about the importance of staying safe and not getting caught while on patrol.
He slowly pulled of his mask; it was a blue masquerade mask with a few feathers on it. He then walked to the kitchen, grabbing a bowl. The milk was floating out of the fridge on to the counter, same with the cereal. He turned around grabbing a spoon while the cereal made itself, just to be a menace he made sure the milk was poured first then the cereal. He was such an amazing human being with a totally normal sleep schedule.
After he made sure everything was back in place, he turned to his room walking away from the kitchen and went to his room. He would rather change later, so ate his cereal and eventually pass out on his bed (It’s not really a bed it basically just a mattress with a blanket and a pillow but no one needs to know that).
It was around seven in the morning when he woke up to his phone alarm going off. He grumbled a bit before deciding to get up and shower and eat breakfast. Technically this was his second breakfast, but he didn’t count it since he hadn’t eaten dinner last night.
He quickly showered in his small pip-squeak excuse for a bathroom then rushed quickly to the kitchen. (Do not worry; he had clothes on) There was no way in hell he was goanna let Madeline get the last Eggo waffles. No way— but, then he remembered that technically she was asleep and would not be waking up until around ten. Ha!
He opened the freezer and grabbed the waffles, quickly throwing them into the toaster. It took about a minute or two before the waffles would be fully cooked. In that time, he had managed to make coffee, rampaged the fridge for whip cream which he found, and ironically began squirting it into his mouth.
Finally, when the waffles were done, he slapped them (in style) down onto a plate. He glanced up at the time it was around eight. Fuck, it took him an hour to get dressed and eat breakfast. How slow was he? (SKILL ISSUE L)
He took the plate to the coach and sat there eating and watching a cartoon (he was watching Danny phantom). When he finished eating, washed the plates and washed his teeth (now, remember kids washing your teeth is very important, so don’t forget to do it or else I make you eat bricks). He looks up to the clock. It was 8:30. What the fuck?
Fuck, he thought, I’m going to be late. Hopefully, hopefully Martha and Karl would be kind to him.
Spoiler alert they were not, and he got stuck on cashier duty which he is fucking hates. (L this is what he gets for being a lazy person and taking up so much time). Why does the world hate him? (Imagine waking up at like seven?)