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Slowly he started to climb up the stairs. With every step the urge to turn around and leave was getting stronger.
But that could just be a far away dream.
He needs the money. And the day of his pay check is still far away.
In no time he sees a pair of ugly doors that he saw do many times before. They looked like they would have mold in some places. The white paint on them turn to a more brownish color in some places. There also were many places From where the paint is simply peeled off.
It was not a pretty sign, that was for sure.
Not bothering to look around more, he knocks on the door. Ignoring the doorbell as he knew it doesn't work.
After like a minute of waiting, he finally hears the door slowly cracks open.
An older woman shorter than him slowly peeks a little from behind the door, but seeing a familiar young face, she muttered
"What for"
"I have something to sell"
She looks him up and down, before opening the door. He doesn't need anything else as he calmly walks in, looking around at the normal apartment that you wouldn't expect in poorer areas like the one he is in right now. Logstedshire
"What"
"Weapons"
"Used?" He nodded his head.
"What kind and how many?"
"Four Handguns, two TT-33, one classic and one Mod 52. Three daggers Black, plains looking ones" he held the bag a little tighter even if those are not really his. He got them in a fair (it was not even close to being fair) fight.
She looks like she's thinking. After a while, he starts getting annoyed at her still thinking expression.
"How much will I get for it?"she looks at him slightly doping her head to the right.
"2,350"
"2,500?"
"2,400"
"2,450?"
"2,400"
"Okay, I don't have the energy for this"
In no time he was out of the door, on his way to his apartment that was way-too-fucking-far.
Like, no offense, but walking for one hour with a heavy bag on his shoulder just to have to climb stairs and go back once more? Whoever enjoy walking is a psychopath in his books.
After he got out of the building, he took the left turn and walked into an alley. Only there he took out his phone and dial a familiar number that almost immediately pick up.
"How did it go?" The voice of his roommate pried. He could almost see him walking in circles.
"Clam down tubs. It was just like always: tiring and boring, but I got the money." He nearly giggled at the obvious chaos in the background.
"That's good… That's good…" there was someone shouting something at tubbo. "Okay, Boss man, I have to go! I'm still at work. We see each other at home. Bye, be safe."
"You too, big T, be safe and bye." He couldn't keep the smile of his face even after tubbo ended the cell.
His roommate worked at a some kind of lab, which is why there is normally way too much chaos. There are just too many times that some things go wrong. Like something blowing up or machines malfunctioning.
Normally tubbo works at the more mechanical part of it, but sometimes he helps with other things. His power is really complicated. It can help him build many things and give him a good deal of information on whatever project he's working on.
While he was in his thoughts he felt his stomach making itself known or more making the fact that he didn't eat much today known.
"A small visit at a café cant hurt..." He murmured.
He walked towards the nearest exit he could find and stepped through it. Immediately he could see that he is no longer in Logstedshire. So probably pogtopia. It was kinda creepy that he was so lost in thoughts that he didn't even realize the fact he is nearly home.
Not wanting to think about it, he looked around and spotted a café that he wanted to go to for some time.
"Books & Coffee"
...
Yeah, it wasn't his usual choice of fun, but he heard many interesting things about that café.
Like how they have the best cakes or how this is a family run café, or how the son of the owner once fucked a fish.
Like he said, only interesting things.
So, without any more thinking, he started to walk that way.
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Opening the door of the café, he heard a soft 'ding', that was probably there to signalize someone walking in.
Scanning his surroundings, he saw only few people inside, while most of them were looking at their phones or drinking coffee. The barista was humming something do quietly that he nearly didn't hear it.
As if on coue the barista and him made eye contact which helped him observe him. He had curly brown hair and eyes that reminded Tommy of hot chocolate with how warm they looked. His face looked really pale, which could mean that he is some kind of hybrid that make him look that way or that he just looks pale naturally.
But with how his teeth appear to be slightly sharper then normal and his ears are kinda pointy. He thinks it's the first option. If he had to bet, he would say phantom hybrid.
His sweeter had an ugly shade of yellow that Tommy knows could burn his eyes with its ugliness if not for the black apron with their logo and some doodles covering it.
Summary is that Tommy think he looks like a random ass Pinterest board of a depressed teen.
"Are you just going to stand there?" The bitch rudely interrupted his inside monolog.
"And what if I would bitch? Got a problem, coffee boy?" Even as he said that, he still started walking towards the other.
The brown haired bitch only raised his eyebrow and smirked at him, and as he was about to ask what he's smirking about, the taller one mocked him.
"I didn't know that a Karen was supposed to come in today, my bad."
And how did that Pinterest looking ass dare say to the great Tommy innit?!
"Who are you calling a Karen while you're looking like a toddler pick out your clothes!"
And at that the bitch drown out a long offended breath of air in and placed his hand dramatically on his chest. He can already tell that he was a fucking theater kid.
"Well, at least I don't look like a toddler!"
Oh! That motherfucke-
"Both of you act like toddlers, especially you Wil." A buff man (and when he says buff he really means it like holy shit this dude is build like a tank) walked in, and is that pink fucking hair?? For a second he thought he was seeing wrong, but no, he really does have long pink hair.
"Holy shit, did you just come out of some kind of anime? Or are you just a Pinky pie stan?" His mouth worked before he could think his word's trough.
There were five seconds of silence between the three of them, the entire time he was looking at the pinky pie stan who had a hidden look of surprise on his face. Then bitch boy bursted out laughing at the other worker. Who only answered with an annoyed look that got totally ignored.
Like, Tommy knows that he's fucking awesome and very funny, but that wasn't that good of a joke if he's honest. So he doesn't understand why he's laughing so much.
"Yeah alright… Can I order now, bitches?" He reminds them that he did come here to get something to eat.
At that the brown bitch stops laughing a little and the pink haired guy just looks at him with a tired look before going back to the employee's room where he came from.
"Alright, what can I get you?"
Only now he remembers that it's his first time here, and he doesn't know what to order. (Somehow when bickering with that man made his brain think that this wasn't their first meeting)
"What do you recommend?"
"Well my favorite is an iced Americano but looking that you're barely a toddlers age. I don't think it's legal for me to make you one."
"EY! I'm a big ass man! I'm not a baby!"
"I'd say you're pretty flat to be honest."
That's how Tommy spend nearly the rest of the day bickering with a guy named Wilbur like that one pig from Charlotte's web. The only thing that would make them pause were other costumers or Wil's co-worker, bet even then they would be back to it in like five minutes.
Not so soon, Tommy was on his way back, but this time with a promise to go to that café once more.
And maybe he was lectured when he got back home, about 'stranger danger' but his mind kept going back to Wilbur's happy face when he said he came back as soon as he can.
Tommy never made 'smart' decisions, but something just felt so right when they talked. It's like Wilbur was actually someone he knew for years.
And he didn't know why it made him a little freaked out.
"Tommy! Did you fucking listen to what I just say!?" Tubbo snapped at him.
Tommy nervously looked down, feeling guilty.
"Of course you didn't..." Tubbo said, giving him the disappointed dad look.
"Soooo... What were you saying?"
"There seems to be a problem lately. I heard on heroes radar that there were strange sights of red veins all around the city." He's tone was nearly warning.
"Then can't they just cut them? I don't see much of an issue." He responded, a little dumb founded.
"No, Tommy, you fucking moron. It's like those were made of netherit. Normal scissors doesn't do them any damage, or anything they tried for now."
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