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Waking up has never been hard for Egg. Many people who knew about his morning routine always called him a “morningbird”, and Egg never really understood whether it was because of his waking up schedule, his "winged" nature, or maybe even both, but he chose not to dwell on it.
Getting out of bed he swayed slightly, Minute always told him to take his time getting out of bed, because of some pressure issues in his head. Even though he never really understood it, he figured that he should probably follow that advice next time.
He walked to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror taking in his morning appearance, mumbling complaints about his messed up hair he grabbed the toothbrush. His older sister, who wasn't around anymore, always told him that brushing his teeth before sleep was to keep them healthy, and brushing them in the morning was to keep his friends. He always found it amusing how his sister's advice seemed ridiculous, but worked out in the end.
After freshening up: combing his hair, brushing his teeth, and ironing his work apron, it was finally time to get dressed and leave for work.
Egg actually liked his job, the humming of the coffee machine, and the occasional small talks with his regular customers or coworkers gave him a sense of security and calmness. Of course, there were some moments which he didn't like, such as rude shoppers who complained about their order “not being right” (even though it was), or cleaning up the cafe before clocking out. But these were things that were inevitable, so he can't complain much.
The walk to his work place wasn't that long, enough for him to prepare himself for a day of constantly talking to people and socialising. I mean what can you expect from a coffee shop in a popular district.
Walking in he was met with Minute, the owner of the shop. The cafe was connected to his apartment with a staircase in the back (which always reminded Egg of Marinette's house from Miraculous Ladybug, a popular cartoon which he always saw on the TV), because of that Minute was always there to greet him, which Egg appreciated.
“Hey Minute” Egg said, making his way over to the back towards the staff room.
“Hello Eggchan” replied Minute, in his usual "nonchalant” voice as Eggs' coworker Mappic calls it. “We have a couple of new positions on the menu which I would like you to have a look at. Since it's getting colder I thought it was time to change some things up” continued Minute, making sure to be a little louder so that Egg could hear him from the staff room.
“Okay boss!” shouted Egg, fumbling with the strings of his apron, trying to tie them behind his back (which he always struggled with for some reason).
Today was Wednesday, he remembered, the worst day of the week in Eggs opinion. Not only was this the day most of the rude customers showed up, but it was also usually the busiest day of the week, which meant less time could be spent working on his history assignments (which Egg hated with a passion).
It's not that Egg disliked history, no, far from that. The reason is that Eggs' history professor was very strict with his deadlines. One time a student received an F because they turned in their assignment 4 minutes late, which ended up ruining their final grade and resulted in them getting kicked out of the college.
So to Egg, not having spare time to work on his homework meant silently crashing out, while listening to yet another grumpy customer complaining about their order.
“How many times do I have to tell you that I'm allergic to strawberries?” yelled the shopper, clearly making everybody else around uncomfortable.
“Mam you ordered a strawberry matcha latte” replied Egg, struggling to keep his composure. ‘This is going to be the end of me’ Egg thought, silently praying to whatever gods were watching him for help.
“And? If it has strawberries in it, then just remove them!” she screamed back.
At this point Egg, accepting his defeat, offered to remake the matcha latte without strawberries, to which the customer agreed, moving back out of the line to make space for the next shopper.
After moving to his working area, Egg sifted 2 chashaku of matcha into a cup, poured some hot water and started whisking it well, while humming some tune from an advertisement he heard earlier. Moving his hands in a smooth, satisfying motion he flushed out the steam and frothed the milk, after which he grabbed the cup and started pouring the milk there.
Now it was time for his favourite part, which was coffee art. At first, when he was only in training to become a barista, he considered practicing cofee art a form of torture. He still remembered how much of a mess his kitchen was from all of the unsuccessful tries he had. But after months of constant practice the hatred grew into love, which always left his customers in awe when he showed them the final result (especially little kids, it was funny seeing them be so excited over something as little as a little cat made of milk on their parent’s coffee)
With a couple of what looked to be effortless motions, Egg drew a swan. The choice wasn't random, when arguing with the grumpy woman back then he noticed her earrings in the shape of a swan, which led to this decision. ‘Maybe this would cheer her up a bit’ thought Egg. People always told him that he was quite attentive, and that it would "definitely help him in customer service”. Egg didn't really think about it that much, but appreciated the compliments anyway.
Turning his head to face the crowd in the cafe and preparing himself for even more complaints he called out the woman's name.
“Order for Martha!” Egg shouted, making a couple of women in the shop turn their heads toward him. Only one of them came up to the counter though.
Upon looking at the coffee in Eggs hand the woman smiled
“Now that's what I'm talking about!” she exclaimed, after which she complimented the latte art and left the shop.
‘This is going to be a long day’ Egg thought, a sigh escaping his lips as he turned to look at the next customer
“Welcome to Feather cafe, what would you like to order?”
This is going to be the end of him
He was running from rooftop to rooftop, trying to get away from a particularly fiery hero who was chasing him like a madman, Gambit and Crucible kept arguing about some Nestle company in his head, and he could hear the cracking of his broken ribs as he was running.
He used up all of his healing and strength potions and was on his last speed potion, and while he was calculating what his sentence in prison would be if he got caught, he heard that annoying voice behind him.
“Myst, you know you can't run forever, I'll catch up with you eventually!” Inferno (or Flamefrags, as Wemmbu recently found out) called out.
“THATS WHAT SHE SAID!” Wemmbu, or as everybody knows him Myst, spat back.
“What does that even mean? Is that another edgy joke you got from Void!?”.
“What makes you think i still talk to that dum-” his speech was cut short by both of his maces screaming something along the lines of “watch out” and the sudden loss of the ground he was skillfully running on.
The next thing our beloved villain knows is that he's falling, or more specifically is “screaming his brains out while trying to open his broken wings to ease down his fall”. Needless to say he fails miserably, landing on a neatly parked expensive looking car in some luxurious hotel's parking lot.
He immediately gets up, and starts running yet again trying not to crash into anything due to how much his head is spinning. He hears laughing behind him, already knowing who the source of it is (still the thought of it makes his blood boil). It's funny how he’s more worried about embarrassing himself rather than how serious his injuries are.
He runs a couple minutes more, until finally he doesn't hear the heavy footsteps behind him. He slipped into an alleyway and hid by sitting between two trash bins (no he’s not disgusted, if anything he’s actually quite comfortable). Wemmbu knows that passing out right here right now would be a terrible idea, but he can't help the sudden sleepiness that washes over him like a warm blanket.
It was 9pm (21:00), which was the time Egg’s shift ended. It was the only time he ever got to meet Mappic, who worked the night shift, because the guy lives on another side of the town and is always busy with his college studies (which Egg relates to).
The radio which he was wiping the dust off was playing some news channel, which was talking about the recent fight between a well-known villain Myst, and an equally popular hero Inferno. Egg wasn't that invested in the heroes and villains lore, which couldn't be said about Mapicc, who was his only source of information on that kind of stuff except for the news channel.
Mapicc for some reason was obsessed with villains, anti heroes and everything in between. Egg remembers him saying that his friends find it weird, which is why all of the stuff Mapicc wants to talk about with them usually ends up being Eggs' late night topic to think about while trying to fall asleep.
As far as Egg knows, Mapicc's favourite anti-villain is Void, who is famous for his tricks which people usually call “exploits”. Mapicc said that he's his favourite because he has “immense amounts of aura”, which Egg can't help but agree on, because his tricks- exploits are indeed impressive, even for him.
While reminiscing about his talks with his coworker he suddenly heard the cafe door opening. Taking his eyes away from the spot he was cleaning and landing his gaze on Mapicc, who was excitedly talking about something with Minute. Egg couldn't help but notice a bit of worry in them too.
“And then he was like- oh hi Egg!” Mappic said, already grinning and coming up to the counter. Before Egg could even reply he already started talking about the new vigilante drama.
“Have you heard about the Myst and Inferno fight? Oh my god it was so epic! Wem- I mean Myst and his maces and Inferno with his legendary sword Fragger-” Mapicc continued to ramble about the details of the fight, eventually grabbing a cloth and helping Egg in cleaning up the cafe. Egg would be lying if he said listening to his coworkers stories wasn't entertaining, even if he won't remember all of it he's still glad he's able to catch up on the news he missed.
Eventually they finished, Egg collected his stuff, exchanged goodbyes with Minute and Mapicc and started walking home.
Of course it was dark, considering what time it was. As Egg was walking he was fidgeting with the keychain of his flashlight, which was a necessity considering the poor state of his eyesight. The flashlight itself was one of the countless gifts from Minute that he got while working in the cafe, and the eyeball keychain was from the owner of the flower shop across from his house, whose name was Lomedy. They often saw each other on their way to work, and eventually started talking which resulted in them becoming friends
Egg suddenly stopped when he saw a trail of blood on the sidewalk, which came from the alleyway next to him. He would be a liar if he said he wasn’t scared, considering that the blood seemed fresh. He could hear his heartbeat louder than usual, which made him take a couple of deep breaths to calm himself down.
For some reason his “angelic instinct” (as Egg called it) was telling him to check the source of the blood, and no matter how much he didn't want to do that he knew that his angelic side was always right, so he went into the alleyway anyway.
Lighting up the area around him with his flashlight Egg saw something that seemed to be someone's legs, he really didn't want to be the one to deal with a dead body right now (which happened once, but we won't talk about that), but yet again, the angel in him persuaded him to move forward.
Now upon walking up closer he could definitely see a figure between the two trash bins, ‘please don’t be dead please don’t be dead’ Egg pleaded to absolutely nobody. He lifted the flashlight to light up the person in front of him and holy Mojang no way.
Egg couldn't believe his eyes. In front of him, laying on the floor was the city's number one villain – Myst. To say that Egg was confused was an understatement, not only that but he was also lowkey scared.
He didn't know what to do. Was he supposed to call the hero agency? Or alert any authorities at all? Was he supposed to take him to the hospital? Maybe just leave him there? So many questions and possibilities ran through his head. The only thing he was sure of is that his angelic side kept urging him to come closer, so he did.
Up close the villain didn't look that scary or intimidating, he looked… calm. Egg can't believe he's saying this but there he is, kneeling in front of a guy whose criminal record surpasses the amount of words he has written on his literature essay, and is thinking about how calm he looks.
Suddenly Egg remembered the blood trail that started all this, ‘stop spacing out what if he's dying!’ he thought, his hands moving to the other’s wrist to check for their pulse. It was weak, weak enough for anybody to understand that it wasn't good.
And now Egg was back to thinking what the heck he was supposed to do. One thing was clear though, don't let him die.
After like five minutes of pondering, Egg came to a very… stupid conclusion. One that he, quite a smart scholar, didn't want to admit. He was going to help him.
Yes, he's an angel! Yes, helping a mass murderer definitely wasn't the right choice for one. Then tell him why his angelic side considers this to be the most optimal course of action?
So yeah, here Eggchan is, carrying the most powerful villain of them all bridal style towards his apartment. Will he regret that choice later? Definitely. Will he do it anyway? Absolutely.
The walk to his apartment wasn't long, but it was enough for Egg to memorize Myst's face, or at least whatever parts of it weren't covered by the veil he always wore. Long dark eyelashes, purple thin lips which had… kitty bite piercings? It has been a while since Egg has seen one of those.
He was opening the door and trying to be as quiet as possible so that none of his neighbours would notice him, and more importantly the person he's carrying. Fumbling with his keys and trying to fit them in the keyhole, which was a success and allowed him to finally walk into his apartment.
The first thing he did was close the door, leave the bag somewhere near his shoes, and place the villain onto his couch. Now he had to find his medkit, which Minute insisted on buying when he first moved in (he has to thank him later for that).
After finding the medkit he suddenly realised that he has zero experience with first aid, so he did the most logical thing possible – look it up on YouTube. Funnily enough the video was posted from his university's channel, unfortunately he didn't have time to laugh at that cause there was a person dying right in front of him.
It took him an hour to get the stitches done.
Egg was sweating, which he rarely does but look at him now. Upon examining the state of the villain he made a mental list of things which needed to be “fixed”. ‘A broken leg, broken ribs, two stab injuries, oh my goddd what did I get myself into…’ Egg thought to himself. He knew that he couldn't fix the broken ribs or the leg, unless he used his power (which he really didn't want to do).
Yes Egg isn't “just an angel”, of course he has powers, most angels do. He of course, like the main character he is, has the rarest one. He can switch between angelic powers depending on what he needs it to be, whether it would be seeing into the future, healing somebody, or giving them a blessing. The only downside is that it takes a lot of his energy.
A long time ago when Eggs' family was still around, he promised to only use his powers in emergencies. It is an angelic duty to protect people and all living beings around them, which is why he now has a vigilante on his couch.
Without thinking much about it Egg placed his hands onto the injured areas and started reciting a healing prayer. It was uncomfortable feeling the energy getting sucked out of him but oh well… what can he do about it?
Eventually he finished, and dragged his limbs which felt like jelly to the other side of the couch, dropping down on it and passing out.