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The villain grabs his chin, forcing him to meet their gaze.
"Look who we have here," they laugh bitterly, "Thought I would never get my hands on you."
The only real emotion that is displayed in their eyes is anger, the hero can see that. There is a lot of anger, but most of it is hidden behind a playfully gaze. A gaze to try to make the hero angry, but he knows otherwise.
"I see, what took you so long then?" He asks, matching the smirk of the villain.
"You see," they begin "You were so powerfull, I didn't know I could get to you, my little puppet."
"My name is Karomir," he hisses.
"I see, I see. So, puppet. Like I said, I didn't think I could get to you. But yesterday, you were so beautifully displayed in that alley that I couldn't not take you with me."
"The fuck do you mean with 'displayed in a alley,' I was fighting with... I was fighting with YOU and then I, in some weird way, ended up here."
"You were dying, Puppet. You laid there, in the alley, unconscious, what do think I was goin' to do? Leave you behind, so weak and so helpless? No, never."
The hero rises one eyebrow, "Nahh, I don't think so, bitch. You didn't seriously take me to only help me."
"No, your right, Tommy. I didn't only take you because you were helpless, but because your a kid." He flinches back at the sound of his name, or tries to, because he is tied to the goddam chair. The villain can't know who he is right? He knows his name, that he is still a teen...
"Who is Tommy?" He asks. Just play dumb now, Tommy says to himself.
"Tommy, I know who you are. I know what your motives are, I knew all of that from the beginning I first saw you."
"How..?"
They laugh, they bring their hand to their head and pull their mask off leaving Tommy to stair at familiar brown eyes. "Because I know you Tommy, and you know me."
He doesn't know who it is, he sees the brown eyes and he knows he needs to recognise him. But he doesn't.
"Bruhh, Tommy. You can't be fuckin' serious now. We did all this and you don't even recognise me?"
Ohh, now he sees it. "Hi, Tech." He says awkwardly. "It's you, Phil and Will?"
The villain chuckles, "Yeah, it's us yes."
Their are people laughing from behind him, "Thought you would recognise us immediately, mate." Phil says from behind him.
"Yeah, stupid raccoon boy." Wilbur adds, chuckling.
"But, how did I come here? And how did you know... like, this?" He tries to move his arms around, motioning to himself.
"Oh, sorry mate. We will make those lose, Will." Phil orders and Tommy hear someone walking up from behind him, fiddeling with the ropes and untying them.
"So?" The younger one asks.
"Yeah, you were asleep. Will let you dream you were in a fight with me and then we just, tied you up and roleplayed." Techno smiles brightly, deffently proud of himself.
"So, wait! You are the almightly 'Blade' that's going all around to blow up buildings!"
"Yeah, we wanted to tell you that actually. But, it wasn't only me. Phil and Will also helped me."
"So, it is 'Sleepy boys' instead of only 'Sleepy boy'?"
"Yeah, I guess so." He says, uncertain about the boys reaction.
"What's your thought on that?"
"Can I join?" Tommy asks abruptly.
The other three seem shocked, like they just saw a ghost.
They look at eachother, uncertain what to say, then Phil ends the silence.
"Yeah, sure mate. Of course you can," he says, still shocked.
"Why are you shocked, old man?"
"We thought, or more, I thought that, because you are a hero, you would think it is bad that we are villains.."
"Nahh, being a hero is lame. I already was thinking to switch sides, but I didn't really have a good reason to. So I didn't, but you are a good reason to switch-" and so he rambles further, further over how much worse the hero commission is and all of that.