TommyInnit's somewhat deadly tea bags

The ultimate pog escape

Ghost was rather an interesting character, he wore a soldier uniform, topped with many accessories, jewelry and long, 2.54 cm heel boot. His mask was more of a blindfold, with the same blue and yellow accents from his uniform.

He had Clementine in his arms, she had surprisingly not moved a bit and was all cuddled up to the superhero. Tommy was fueled with anger, first he gets kidnapped and then his poor best friend leaves him for some prick who came straight from the musical Hamilton.

His tail was still bristled and fluffy, almost like an actual feral raccoon. 

He wanted to lounge himself onto the superhero and snatch his poor friend away from the man's clutches. But he was quickly reminded by the fact that he was still stuck in the hospital like room and tied down to the armrests.

The Blade on the other hand looked calm and relaxed. 

Ghost held a single cigarette between his fingers, the odd thing was that it was unlit, yet still brought the smoky smell inside the enclosed room.

Tommy hissed again, waking up the sleeping red panda and causing Clementine to leap down from Ghost's arms. She ran over to him in a series of bouncy trots and jumped onto his lap while giving of a purr of happiness. Her paws walked around on his legs for a bit, before settling down and laying on him. 

"Uhm...hi?" the soldier-looking hero spoke, although his words were more of a question. 

"Fuck off" Racoon angrily hissed back at him, his striped tail swinging back and forth.

"Angry much. Anyway, in about an hour there should be some well-trained heroes coming here to pick you up and escort you." His voice was distorted almost and gave off a robotic feeling. His voice changer must've been quite strong enough to change most of his tone. 

"Escort me where?" Tommy wasn't really asking him; it was rather a demand.

"To prison, obviously. Matter of fact, we're heading off to the strongest prison out there." A sly grin etched across his mouth, sending shivers down his spine. 

Even if Tommy already knew the answer to his question, he still asked, "And which prison is that?". 

He knew which prison it was. The stronghold was run by one man, a hero Tommy used to look up to, until he unrightfully put a friendly vigilante under arrest. The same vigilante was found a month later in one of the prison cells, starved and bloody.

The hero wore green and an odd square mask with some sort of smaller squares on them to form a sort of face. His costume was gold rimmed and he carried a prison-guard baton around. 

"Pandoras Vault" Ghost said, his grin stretching further. He knew how terrible and terrifying Pandoras Box was to any vigilante or villain. 

Tommy's breath still caught itself in his airstream and he had to keep himself from shivering and the name. The prison scared him half to death, what made it even more scary, was that in now less than an hour he would be locked away forever in an inescapable vault with no way to get in or out. 

Tubbo and Ranboo had better hurry up if they didn't want him to be spending the rest of his life stuck behind prison bars. 

And speak of the devils, or rather angels, there came a scream from outside of the room.

Ghost's smile fell as quickly as it came, and he swirled around, only to be hit hard on the head with a metal pole. He crumbled to the ground and behind him stood a proud looking Tubbo in full gear and bee attire, his wings fluttered a big behind him as he made his way to the harsh cuffs which tied him down.

Tommy let his wrists roll how and popped some joints, grinning at Tubbo, before the bee-boy threw him some of his gear and let him slip it all into his utility belt. 

Clementine crawled into the backpack Tubbo had given him and let herself get comfortable. Letting only her fluffy, fox red head peak out of the bag. 

He watched as Tubbo zoomed out of the interrogation room and to Ranboo, who was probably in the hallway where the scream came from. "You ready Clem?" he asked the little creature strapped to his back. A quick squeak gave him his answer and he rushed out of the room.

Smoke filled his eyes, and he coughed a bit before running farther into the building, silently hoping Tubbo and Ranboo would be safe outside of the Hero Tower. Everything was a bit blurry, but a sudden searing pain brought him back to reality. 

Swiveling around, his eyes met the blindfold of Blue-Ghost. 

"You're not getting away that easily" the older scolded, almost as if Tommy were a simple child.

He fumbled around his utility belt, before grasping onto the first thing he could find. His fingers reached down onto his grappling hook. 

The cold metal gave him a sense of relief. But this was quickly cut off when he was being neared by the hero. He gasped as another hit of pain left his body, but he just couldn't give up. 

His vision was blurry, but with a pained breath he kept his eyes up at Ghost who was right in front of his only escape out, the window. 

"Never" he whispered. His hand flew towards one of his darts and he flung it at him, letting the object drive straight into the heroes left arm. Before he could even make one-sided eye contact with the man, he dove past Ghost and flung his still agonizing shoulder into the glass, they really had to make the glass more shatterproof. 

He let his grappling hook go and the hook flew onto a roof. Usually, he made sure it was in place and wouldn't fall or rip off while he was going off of the side of a high building. But there was a top hero behind him. 

His eyesight became darker, and dots started covering his vision. Clementine let off a screech, telling him to hurry up and get it over with, she wasn't the most patient of the lot. 

Ghost seemed to notice him swaying slightly and was about to reach him, but Tommy suddenly fell forwards. 

His line of sight drifted in and out, in and out, until all he felt was a sincere warmth glide over his body like an unwanted blanket. 

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A/N

Phew, that took a hot minute to write. Lucky you better be reading this.

Lol, I had so much fun Halloween night. Also, some of the kids in my class are ultimate assholes, they did the Hitler salute. I hope they all get expelled and that their pillows are always warm.

Also, I didn't proofread this so- 

Anyway, bye bye Biscuits <3