Maybe One Day (rewrite)

Chapter 3

Tw: blood, swearing, description of wound (if I missed any just let me know) 

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Phil

I was so caught up in my thoughts I seemed to completely blank on my surroundings. A stupid habit to have when someone could sneak up and kill you for either your wings or just simply a hero. The last thing I expected when I came back down to Earth was the boy gone, a note, and a single dollar and three pennies accompanied with some lint. And is that dog hair? Who knows at this point. I ignored the money and opted to go for the note under all the random things. I picked it up and read the words scribbled on it. The first thing I notice is a little animal in the corner.

Thanks for the food, I took the leftovers and left whatever money I had

(I would feel bad if i didn't)

-Tommy

So his name is Tommy, good information to know if I'm being honest. If I go through with my plan of checking up on him, his name could be helpful. Now that I think about it, I could swear I've seen this handwriting somewhere before as well as the little doodle. Of course when I actually needed it my memory decided to fail me. I pocket in and decide to study it later. One of the few pluses of working with the hero agency was the ability to use all sorts of helpful tech. I pay for the food before leaving and keep the dollar he- Tommy gave me. It would give me an excuse to talk with him again without coming off as a stalker. Is that what I'm doing? Probably, but I'm choosing to ignore it. I know I'm not in the wrong for wanting to see this kid happy and safe. It's a hero's duty even though the main cooperate seems to think otherwise, it's what me and the syndicate believes in.

Part of the reason I'm down here in the first place as well. A little while ago I was near to catching Red Roon. The one vigilante that the corporate wants so badly they recommend I kill him. It pained my heart to hear his screams and see the puddle of blood once he was gone. He sounded so young... I wish that the hero business changes eventually. All this stupid shit about vigilante's being bad sucks. I mean, they do our job better than we do at times. While the heroes are more focused on the actual villain, they're there protecting the citizens. And what do we do to repay them? Throw them in jail! I wish there was some way to change it but sadly there's not.

Afterwards, I start the walk back to the syndicate headquarters. I would have to explain to Wil and Techno why I was so late. Just the thought of them waiting for me sent a slight chill down my spin. I love my children to death, but they can be scary as shit sometimes, especially when they're worried. And as much as I hate to say I'm the exact same way.

Tommy

Both Tubbo and them agree that I should lay down. But of course with my luck as soon as I lay down the first thing to show up is the incident with AD.

It was about a week ago. I was done with a mission and about to leave when the sound of feathers zooming past my head made me freeze. Of course, the night I didn't want to deal with anyone else was the night big man Death found me. I called into base and told them. The other line was silent until Tubbo started freaking the fuck out, and I don't blame him. I had already started running but I knew he wasn't far behind me. Those stupid fucking wings of his gave him the advantage over me. It was clear that I wasn't going to lose him, and the exhaustion from the previous mission was battling the pure adrenaline that willed me to keep going.

I ran as fast as my legs would allow me through the streets and alley system that I knew like the back of my hand. Something even the almighty Angel of Death didn't. The hero's are never in these lower parts so it surprised me when one was. Not only that, but one of the top ranking ones. I broke the number one rule and got carless, not making sure to check any notifications or surroundings for any heroes. And I was about to pay the ultimate price for it. With a life I had fought so hard to keep.

I saw the purple particles in the distance telling me Ranboo was almost here. But fate had different plans as pain erupted in my side. I looked down to see a feather deep into my side. The crimson seeping into the fabric of my shirt. Tears forced themselves out of my eyes, much to my dislike, as I pulled the feather out of my side. Screaming as the pain worsened (which I didn't even know was possible with how much of a bitch it hurt in the first place) and the blood splotch only grew wider and faster. That was the final straw as black started surrounding my vision. The last thing I could remember was falling into Ranboo's arms and hearing them calling a code red through my ringing ears.

I woke up in a cold sweat back in the current time and in my bed. Which much to my displeasure seemed to be slightly damp with sweat as well. I felt the scar and swallowed. It still hadn't completely healed, as expected, and I swear I could still feel the steel hard feather slicing through my skin like it was softened butter left on the counter for too long.

When I had woken up from passing out that night, they both looked as if I was already in the land of the dead. Tubbo refused to let me go on missions for a while after. So it doesn't surprise me he was so worried about a hero finding this place. Especially when being a vigilante is considered heavily illegal in this day and age. That's the whole reason I have this bothersome scar in the first place. All because of a stupid law banning them, didn't want the hero's to loose their fame. Doesn't matter that I had helped them out several times or saved helpless civilians or if I caught bad guys. It's not as if hero's are down here anyway, or at least, they normally aren't.

Deciding that the hour I got was enough sleep, I got up and went to where the other two were now cleaning up from breakfast. Tubbo was about to tell me to go back to bed before I stopped him. I wasn't going to even if I wanted to, even if I probably most definitely needed it. How can I when my side burned and the memories haunted me after that hell of a nightmare.

"So are you going to explain anything to me or am I just going to have to guess?" Ranboo asked after we established that i wasn't going to bed anytime soon. I just sighed and hopped up on the counter. Explaining once more, watching as their face contorted something of a mix of both amazement and fear. No matter how dangerous the hero's are, we both can't hide our admiration for them. And we shouldn't, they are one of the few good things that our childish sides can cling to, watch with the same glee and hope that one day the world would get better. So we can put aside the fact that they take away all our credit. Even if it's scary to come face to face with one with our line of work. But every time it's like a treat to see them show up on the news for catching some villain.

But I knew what to except when I decided what I wanted to do years back. I'm glad Ranboo and Tubbo agreed to as well. Without I would certainly be dead by now. Either bleeding out in a alley way or just out of the pure amount of dumb shit I do without thinking. I was always compulsive, part of the reason I'm here today actually. Part of the reason I have a myriad of scars scattered on various sections on my body. 

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