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Tommy Careful Danger Kraken Innit was just like any 14 18 year old!
He had a job, or two, or three, but that wasn’t too many, and he had hobbies, that consisted of so-very-normal things.
Like being Theseus, a wanted criminal and vigilante. Or being Bandit, a graffiti artist. Or being Red, an arena fighter. Or-
Okay maybe his hobbies and jobs weren’t normal, but he had at least a stable job and decent apartment!
You see, Tommy was a very special individual! He was a hybrid, for one, an avian and raccoon, but he also had a power.
He could heal wounds, by taking on their hurt! It hurt, but what was anything without getting that adrenaline pumping?
But right now, Tommy didn’t know what he was doing. Today was always his busiest of the week, Sunday.
- A shift at Puffy’s clinic at 3am
- A fight in the pit at 6am
- An auction at 7am for Quackity
- He was on patrol duty at 10am
- He was planning on doing some art at 1pm
- A shift at Puffy’s clinic at 3pm
- The closing shift at the café from 3:30 to 8pm
- A shift at the under ground from 8:10 to 12
Tommy loved his life, but today was so much. But that’s how he liked it so he couldn’t really complain.
Minimal breaks were good. More things to keep him busy were good. It was the only way he would make it through life.
Until he showed up.
Wilbur fucking Soot, the biggest dick known to man. If Tommy was to make a list of the biggest men, Wilbur’d be at the fucking bottom.
The bitch was annoying the life out of Tommy, showing up now almost everyday at the café. Tommy’s whole life almost fell apart when he spotted Wilbur watching a fight going on in The Pit, luckily, though, Tommy didn’t have a fight that day.
But today, with all the shit going on, Tommy wasn’t in the mode. He just wasn’t, and wouldn’t be.
As soon as he heard the ring of the door chime, he was already done.
“Toms-!” The man began.
“Shut it. Not today fuckhard.” Tommy snapped at the man, practically throwing his drink at him, though Wilbur caught it. Like he always did. Couldn’t it spill on him? Once? That’d put him in a better mood.
“Hey man, you good? You’re snappier more than normal, and that’s saying something.” Wilbur teased, though it had an underlying meaning.
“I’m fine. Just some stuff going on.” Tommy said stiffly, just waiting for Wilbur to leave.
But of course, he didn’t. He never did. He always felt the need to stay and chat. Why couldn’t he leave? Just today? Leave Tommy alone, left him alone to be on his away and probably end up getting himself killed, but no one would care anyway- side tracked.
If Tommy was to be honest for once, he liked Wilbur. The guy was funny, and was one of the few reasons he’d been getting out of bed, actually. Not like he’d ever say that out loud, Tommy’s never honest after all.
Maybe he could be honest for once. Just today, just right now, and definitely just to himself, or that’s what he wanted to think but he blurted out:
”Hey Wil?”
Wilbur perked up, adjusting the wire-y glasses he always wore, ”Yeah?”
”How do you do it?” He said, though it came out quieter than his last question. Wilbur gave him a funny look and he elaborated, “how are you always so… happy?”
“Me?” Wilbur said strangely and Tommy nodded, “I guess I just try and be near things that make me happy. Y’know positives and negatives?”
“Well obviously. I’m not in 6th grade.” Tommy huffed.
Wilbur chuckled before elaborating, “Make it so the positives outweigh the negatives.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. ‘Oh’.”
“Thanks. I guess. You still a bitch though.” Tommy mumbled.
It was quiet for a moment, before Wilbur nearly dropped his drink as he burst out laughing, “You just had to ruin the moment!”
“Bitch.”
“Brat.”
“Bitch.”
“Brat.”
“Die.”
“You first.”
”I hope you fucking die.” Tommy muttered as Wilbur finally exited, hearing only a faint laugh from outside.
One more hour. One more exact hour until he could be where he was meant to.
The Underground.