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Okay so basically it's based of a post about Tommy being a vigilante but having a different day job everyday so he shows up at the fight in different outfits everytime.

I'm thinking of making techno and Phil and the dream team(plus maybe some karl+Quakity) as heroes but having some stuff happen to question their heroism and shit. So basically the opposite as most fanfics (don't worry its not a "I'm not like other girls" thing I just am super bored) and I'm thinking of adding the hermit craft players in as well. I don't know yet tho!!! Hope you enjoy whatever happens and as always...

Have a great day!!!!

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The kid was tired, he was hungry, and he was injured. Quite badly if he can tell from the scans from his suit. A rib had been broken from a fight about twenty minutes ago with a villain and since then he almost got hit by a bus and then promptly got hit by train right after barely avoiding the aforementioned bus.

 So you could say he was having a pretty shitty day all in all and it didn't help that his black and red bodysuit had been stained by his blood and others as well and who knows how long it'll take to scrub that shit out. His little trusty tide pen will finally come in handy for once.

 He trudged across the sidewalk and followed the route practically built into him from the years and years of getting home alone at night, but when he finally reached the last turn to get to his small, downtown apartment, the smell of muffins hit him and he finally realized that he may be a little hungry... ('Yeah no shit sherlock', he reprimanded himself and his brain slowed by pain.)

Yeah skipping breakfast might not have been a good idea but to be fair most of the restaurants suck, and he is right in his opinions, then he must be correct because the only way to see the truth is how he sees it and that means he's right no matter what - makes sense right?

   The boy keeps up his off-rhythm pace all the way to what seems to be a diner, hiding behind a larger fast food chain and at that point it's barely visible.

 The smell of baked goods and freshly brewed coffee makes his mouth water and at least he has his mask with him! Today's job hadn't been so bad, just working as an assistant librarian because the other one got hit by a plane. Yes a plane, and no it wasn't in the air, it was hanging low and caught their entire body somehow. It didn't help much that the old assistant that got hit had large canary wings so that must not have been fun to deal with, it makes him wince at just the thought of it. Does anybody need to know that the thought of getting off guard freaks him out? Hell no.

Anyway in short he went out that evening in what was basically his usual costume that he wore during the weekends if he wasn't working late hours, because he came home earlier than he might usually have due to a faster shift than the norm. Of course he would be back at it tomorrow and he has the unfortunate luck of being a part of the closing shift. Great. Just great.

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The diner air was cool on his burning skin -despite the chilly night air- and the bloodstains on his suit showed up a bit more in the electric lighting, a warmer color than most of the lights in all the shitty dinners In this shitty town which he took as a plus in  his (shitty) books.

The man behind the counter sparkled in the lights and it was obvious that it came from his ability which was most likely a physical modification more than anything special. The lights hit the diamonds running along his cheekbones which seemed to be coming out of his skin, which was a bit odd for hybrids but what can be said? You see something new everyday.

The boy was standing at the counter still holding his side and stubbornly refusing to leave and go home for a good night's rest, but the mouth watering smell from what must be the kitchens seemed to have him entranced. He walked up to the diamond dude at the counter and the man seemed to not see him immediately and that odd slip of his eyes across him like he was a part of the background reminded him to turn off his fade, an aspect of his ability. The man's eyes seemed to stick a bit better than before and he smiled in the way those in customer service do (he would know, that's a main aspect of most of his jobs).

The kid spoke up and said, " 'ello man! I was wondering if I could get some of the muffins!" His cheery voice and a very similar customer service smile put the man at ease, which was obvious from the sparkly guy's face. The man smiled down at him (despite the fact that the man behind the counter was shorter, but stood taller due to what must be a stool and the fact that the boy was practically folded in half from pain) before realizing his injured state and the mask on his face. Which he probably would have noticed sooner but his fade was just convenient like that. The man leaned over the counter almost to a dangerous degree and the boy finally saw his name tag. In bright, swirly blue letters the name ‘skeppy’ was printed neatly along his badge. An odd name for a guy. The man stared at him for a couple seconds before recognition flashed in his eyes, seemingly realizing the kid's vigilante status. The guy makes a face but eventually -and hesitantly- marks down an order for blueberry muffins and shuffles away from the counter and walks into the door leading to what the kid assumes is the kitchen.

A small amount of time passes and the diamond dude pops out of the kitchen and leads him to a table, different jams and honeys are all stacked on the side next to the wall. The man soon comes back with two blueberry muffins that smell way too good to be real and gives him a quick nod. Before heading back to the counter he says despairingly "I apologize for the wait, we are really understaffed today and.. well... You know. It's late and the owner and I are really tired. Have a good meal" his voice shakes a little near the end and hobbles off to his station.

The boy nibbles on the muffins and then proceeds to shove a whole one into his mouth and chew a bit too loud to be polite. His body is happy for the food, while also desperately craving rest. He slips the check into the tray and hurriedly scrambles out of the back door and finally, hurries home (his body isn't thrilled to be dragged around, his broken rib protests but he decides to ignore it.

He doubts he'll get any sleep at all tonight.