"And today, the vigil for Hannah and Edward Rose continues, a couple that was murdered tragically while eating at a hotel with their three children..."
Tommy stared out the window, shifting in his white cotton clothes. It was the only pair of clothes he had other than his hero costume. He couldn't see the sunrise, but he could feel the light slowly become brighter and brighter.
The guards said that because he was a hero, he got the perk of living alone.
And he got a TV set.
"...mourners have left flowers and notes at the couple's beloved house...."
The perk of living alone.
The perk of a TV set with one channel, the news, where all he watched were murders and riots and angry and heartbroken people, reinforcing what the foundation always chanted, the world's a dangerous place, the world's a dangerous place.
"....and now, an interview with Hannah Rose's sister..."
The perks of being a hero.
Of being a hero.
"Hannah was the sweetest soul you would ever meet, the best friend you could ever have in your lifetime, the best friend I- I had in my lifetime, oh gosh, I'm s-so sorry I-I need a second..."
Tommy watched as two birds flitted by, as they swooped and dove down to the earth and back up again.
"....what would you say to your sister if you had just five more minutes with her?...."
They looked so free.
"I love you,"
Tommy hoped they felt free.
"I love you,"
They perched upon his windowsill and stared at him, their little heads bobbing up and down and side to side.
"I love you."
And even though Tommy knew they didn't understand, he lifted his hand up and waved.
"And I'll fight, Hanny, so that you can rest in peace."
And they flew away.
"Thank you Ms. Puffy, and I'm sure the hero foundation will bring your sister"
Tommy watched as they disappeared into the sun.
"justice."
Tommy clicked the TV off.
He doesn't feel anything.
He doesn't feel things.
He tells himself he does not feel things.
He does not feel emotions for the crying woman.
He does not feel emotions for her dead sister.
He does not feel.
He promises.
Tommy wants to be numb.
And he stared at the empty city street and wished for faces.
But then Tommy heard voices.
Real, and tangible, and not from the TV, and not shouting and pointing and crying, muffled through the walls, but still there.
And Tommy pushes his ear to the wall to catch the sound, the sounds of people.
He crams his ear until it feels painful, but he can't hear them right, he wanted to hear them.
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𝖈𝖗𝖞 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 - a dream smp au
Fanfiction"𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖊." Wilbur Soot is a villain, and Tommy Innit is a hero. In a world where villains and heroes work for the government, there is no right or wrong. And there certainly is no loyalty and no friends...
