The clacking resumed, even faster than before. “Hey, Tubbo, how ‘bout less threats, more helping me not die right about now.” Tommy started backing away from the door. “Tommy I am literally going to murder you.”Īnother dent appeared to his side, bigger this time, and still no keyboard clacking in his earpiece. “Tommy,” the voice in his ear sounded deadly. Or at least Tommy hoped to live, even though he probably wouldn’t really learn anything from it. Oops, yeah okay, maybe this one was kinda his bad. And also maybe how much crazier he gets when he’s pissed off. Holy shit, Tommy forgot how strong this guy was. A large bump grew on the metal above Tommy’s head as the villain dented it. The man on the other side of the door roared, resuming his pounding. “Oh yeah, antagonize him, do you have a fucking deathwish?-” “ ‘Like a man,’ wow, really? That sounds like some serious toxic masculinity to me, big man! Maybe you should go work on that before goin’ around beating up dudes just minding their own, yeah?” “Maybe,” Tommy responded under his breath before shouting a response to his very angry not-friend. Tubbo’s keyboard clacking stopped suddenly. “You think this fuckin’ wall’s gonna stop me? Come out here and face your death like a man!” Another blow landed against the door and the metal vibrated against Tommy’s skull. “Open up you little snitch!” an angry voice bellowed from the other side. Find your own way out of there too, while you’re at it-”Ī loud clang cut his partner off. “Aye fuck you, next time you can go on and design and engineer all your own tech. Tommy could almost hear Tubbo’s eyes roll through the earpiece. “Fuckin-please, you’re never out anywhere,” he sassed back as heavy footsteps pounded towards his door. “You’re lucky I’m not out somewhere right now and actually can help you.” “Yeah, well this is what happens when dumbasses go out into the field without cluing me in first, they gotta wait a few seconds for me to catch up,” he tsked, layers of annoyance in his tone. The boy on the other end of the earpiece clicked his tongue, and Tommy could hear the soft tapping of his fingers flying across his keyboard. Fuckin Tubbo, man, couldn’t just take his word for such a True and Obvious statement- “Yeah, well right now this innocent needs an escape route. Tommy rolls his eyes at his tech support’s snark. “Innocents usually don’t have to explain a thing like that.” Why a rotting apartment complex had reinforced steel doors in the first place he didn’t know, but he sure wasn’t about to question the shit currently keeping him alive. “First of all I would like to say that I have done absolutely nothing wrong, ever,” Tommy huffs as he presses his entire weight back against the steel door he’d just slammed shut in a frantic effort to put some obstacles between himself and the absolute nutcase hot on his tail. Three weeks, four days, and nineteen hours earlier: Said teen doesn’t even flinch, instead opting to click his tongue against the roof of his mouth and humming out, “Bit of a warm breeze out tonight, yeah?” They stare with wide eyes in varying amounts of pure awe and horror at the honest-to-god mushroom cloud looming up behind the skinny teen. A shockwave rips past the group, tearing through his curly blond hair and pushing the trio facing the blast back half a step. He opens his mouth to respond when the building behind him explodes. He may have slightly fucked up, but it’s not like he’s ever going to admit that. The undertones in his voice betray more emotion than the hero publicly displays in an entire week which was, at the bare minimum, at least slightly concerning to the boy. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be, kid,” he grumbles. The one with a long, sweeping pink braid rests his hand on the hilt of the sword hung at his belt. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he insists. Neat, tight curls bounce around his eyebrows as he eyes the kid suspiciously. “We all know you’ve done something, just spit it out already,” the tall brunet one snaps. “Come on now, mate, you’re not doing yourself any favors here.” The one sporting black iridescent wings sighs, his stringy straw blond hair brushing at his chin. “I have done absolutely nothing wrong,” the boy states, crossing his arms at the three heroes staring him down.
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