Igniting a darkened flame. // SBI

Wildfire.

"You know. I've been doing better recently."

"I've been staying with the crafts for a while now, and I started going out as Prometheus again."

"I haven't done that since you died Purpled I was scared too. But I think its a healthier way of coping than what I was doing before."

"Ranboo I'm sorry I wasn't there when you died, I still don't know why Toby did it."

He stood up, this time no tears in his eyes.

It had been a month since Ranboo died, A month and three weeks since Purpled died.

He made it so they were buried next to each other, he hoped one day he could lay there too.

He set two flowers down, an allium and a purple lily. Both intertwined with a thin pink ribbon.

"I can't get over your deaths, I never will."

"But in some ways I have."

"I'm ready to avenge you Purpled, I love you both."

And Tommy walked away, Knowing for the first time in his life he was guaranteed a meal when he got home.

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"Wilbur, I'm tired really just let me go to bed." He complained.

"Fine, Fine just one more!" Wilbur grabbed him and pulled him into another hug planting a kiss to the top of his messy curls. Phil and Techno had both gone out leaving just the two of them at home.

"Willlll." He whined squirming.

"Alright go on, get out of here you gremlin." He chuckled releasing him.

He scampered to his bedroom and waited until he heard Wilbur heading off to bed.

Since the fire he had to recreate his old gear.

He had found some of Toby's old blueprints for his weapons. Managing to recreate some of them.

He now wore something from each of his friends on his costume.

He wore a gold anklet that was once Ranboo's and one of Purpled's daggers was fastened securely on his belt.

He wore nothing of Toby's.

He dressed in his red and black hoodie with his matching cargo pants. He had thick boots that he tucked his pants into and fingerless gloves that he coated with some heat proof solution Toby had made. He word a black face mask that concealed his identity, his only features showing being his eyes and his hair.

He pulled out a burner phone and sent a message to Muse too meet him.

Though he had been going out on patrols, he hadn't met with Muse again yet. He was nervous about how the Villain would react to him coming back so suddenly.

He stood on that roof top in eighth and was hit with waves of nostalgia.

He remembered the days him and Muse wouldn't even patrol or scheme, they would just sort of.. hang out.

Of course Muse didn't come all of the time, he was still in the Syndicate meaning he had villain shit to do.

'Explosion in third's capital, sixteen reported dead-'

Even if Tommy didn't like it.

He landed on the roof top with practised ease, not noticing the looming figure at the edge.

He didn't have time to scream as two arms wrapped around his chest and lifted him off his feet. Tommy kicked his legs frantically, gripping the arms holding him in a bruising grip.