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9. Odysseus and the Nymph

Tommy was having a Shit Time ™.

He muttered curses under his breath as he ran, trying to keep the man in front of him in sight. The guy turned a corner, trying to lose him, but Tommy just sped up, leaping and springing off of the wall to maneuver himself closer to the man in front of him. A backpack was knocking against the man’s back as he ran, slowing him down considerably, but he was still managing to stay in front of Tommy as they ran.

“Just give back the shit and you can go!” Tommy yelled, gritting his teeth against the stitch that was growing in his side. The man didn’t respond, just continued to run. Understandable. 

The guy turned another corner and Tommy followed, running blindly into the new alley. He skidded to a stop as he whipped around the corner, his gaze meeting the man in front of him, who was now turned to face him. A gun was held in his hand, pointing steadily at Tommy’s chest. 

“Don’t move, and I don’t shoot.”

Tommy slowly raised his hands into the air, sighing. This was just great. He really hated guns, they were kinda a pain to deal with. Plus, he would have a hard time explaining a bullet wound in his gut to Dream or Ranboo and Tubbo. 

“Man, come on,” Tommy groaned, glaring at the guy from behind his goggles. “Can’t you just return the shit you took and leave? It would be so much simpler for all of us that way.”

The man took a small step back, the gun still raised, his other hand holding on tightly to the strap of his backpack. His eyes narrowed, his mouth opening to say something.

Smack!

Tommy jumped back, yelping in surprise at the loud noise. The man froze, swaying on his feet, before falling forwards onto the ground, landing face first on the concrete with a soft thump. Tommy took another step back, looking up slowly from the now unconscious man to the two figures who stood behind him.

One was tall, a cloud of white hair pulled back into a ponytail at the base of her neck. A three pointed pirate’s hat sat on top of her head, and a bandana covered the lower half of her face, making her features unrecognizable. The woman next to her was considerably shorter, bubblegum pink hair pulled back into a high bun. A black eye mask covered the top half of her face, leaving the bottom of her face exposed. She was dressed in dark blues and grays, the colors reminding Tommy distantly of water.

“Are you alright?” The pink haired woman asked suddenly, stepping carefully over the unconscious man, moving towards Tommy. Tommy nodded, giving her a smile under his mask.

“Just peachy.”

The white haired woman laughed, stepping up to stand alongside her partner, her eyes shining with amusement. 

“You’re Theseus, right? I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting yet. I’m Odyesseus, this is my partner in crime, Nymph.”

“Partner in stopping crime,” Nymph corrected, smiling up at Odysseus. The taller vigilante sighed, waving a hand in dismissal.

“Whater, you know what I mean.”

“Right,” Tommy said slowly, unsure of what to do in this situation. He glanced behind them at the unconscious robber, a question spilling out of him before he could stop it. “What did you hit him with?”

Nymph smiled impishly, raising a hand and flicking her wrist. The air particles around her seemed to expand, combining into a floating mass of what looked like water. The water moved at another flick of Nymph’s hand, moving to pick something up off the ground. It looked suspiciously like a frying pan.