4. Wooooooooooo Cat Pog, Cat Pog, Cat Pog

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Everything was white.

White walls surrounded him on all sides, a white flood beneath his feet and a white ceiling above him, bright white lights blinding him as he looked around.

The only spot of color were the red feathers that littered the floor all around him, different shades of blood and maroon and scarlet flooding his vision.

The voices were whispering, he could hear them through the wall behind his back. He couldn’t tell what they were saying, but he knew they were talking about him. 

They always were.

Where was he? Who was he? He had known at one point, but he couldn’t…

“Icarus.”

He couldn’t remember.

“Icarus?”

Why couldn’t he remember?

“Tommy!”

“Tommy come on, you gotta get up. Breakfast is getting cold, you have work in thirty minutes.”

Tommy shot up in his bed, gasping for breath. Whirling around, he spotted Sapnap leaning through his doorway, frowning in concern at him.

“You good Toms?”

Tommy nodded quickly, rubbing the last of sleep out of his eyes and shooting Sapnap a (slightly shaky) grin. 

“Ya, ya I’m fine, big man. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Sapnap nodded, closing Tommy’s door as he left. Tommy let out a breath, absently running his hands through his feathers. He wasn’t a stranger to nightmares, he just never managed to understand his own. 

Whatever, Tommy had other things to worry about right now. Like not being late to work. 

Tommy quickly pulled on his work clothes, throwing a red sweater over his uniform and hurrying out to the kitchen. He sped past George, who looked like he was falling asleep into his mug of coffee, grabbing a bagel on his way before hurrying down the hall and down the stairs. 

“Bye Hanna, see you later!” Tommy called to the girl behind the front desk, not waiting for a reply before rushing out the front door.

The morning was cool, clouds covering the horizon and whispering with the promise of rain. Tommy shuddered, hurrying down the street towards Niki’s. He didn’t particularly like rain, it made his patrols more difficult. Wet wings were a hassle.

“Hey Ranboo!” Tommy called as soon as he stepped through the cafe door, grinning at his friend behind the counter. Ranboo startled, turning to smile back at him.

“Oh hey Toms! How have you been?”

Tommy shrugged, dropping his backpack and making his way behind the counter, setting up some baked goods in the display case with a grin.

“Busy, you know how it is. Not terrible though. You?”

Ranboo shrugged, avoiding Tommy’s eyes. “Ya know, sick. Feeling better though.”

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