Tommys clinic for supervillains

Chapter 5

Someone was pounding on Tommy's front door.

He groaned, sinking deeper into the sagging couch that was currently vegetating on. The staticy TV was on in front of him, playing another nature documentary about spiders that Tommy was very invested in.

Tubbo's computer, which was almost always on and shining painful blue light into the room, had gone dark for once. The apartment was quiet save for David Attenborough's tinny voice blaring out from the TV-and of course the knocking.

This was one of the rare times where Tommy had the apartment to himself. After getting home from his shift at Puffy's, he'd found a note from Tubbo telling him that Ranboo had to work late and Tubbo had gone to walk him home. Once again, Tommy was hit with that familiar ache in his chest knowing that his best friends were off doing their own thing again. Still, it's not like there was much he could do about it now.

So he had turned on a documentary on spiders that Tubbo had been adamant they couldn't watch because spiders were 'gross'. Tommy didn't agree with that, because spiders could actually be pretty damn cute. Maybe he could get a pet spider one of these days. People kept tarantulas as pets, right? He could name it Shroud and put him in Tubbo's hair when he wasn't expecting it.

More knocking. Oh right. Tommy should get that.

Turning down the volume on the TV, Tommy pushed to his feet and shuffled over to the door. If Ranboo and Tubbo both forgot their keys, Tommy was going to smack them both in the head.

Not bothering to look through the peephole, Tommy swung open the door and was greeted by two people that were most certainly not Tubbo and Ranboo.

"What the fuck?"

Of all the people who could end up in front of his door, Tommy had to admit, the Blade and Zephyrus weren't high on his list.

The Blade was every bit of a tank in person as he seemed on TV. His long pink hair was twisted into a complicated braid in the back of his head, a large boar skull covering most of his face save for his glowing crimson eyes. There was a small black band wrapped around his throat, similar to one he'd seen Siren wear before, and figured it was his voice changer. And of course, there was the golden crown that was always seated on top of the boar skull, the points of the crown spiked and seeming as though they were razor sharp to the touch.

The Blade didn't really catch Tommy's full attention though. Instead, he immediately noticed the man who was leaning heavily on Blade's shoulder. Zephyrus.

Zephyrus' huge black wings were drooping behind him, the glossy black feathers dragging along the ground. Light blond hair was tied into a small ponytail at the back of his neck, but even through the veil that covered his face, Tommy could see more than half of his hair had come out of the hair tie. His dark green and black robes were stained with blood, and despite the veil being too dark for Tommy to make the details of his face out, he had a feeling the villain was grimacing.

The Blade and Zephyrus were standing at his front door, and Zephyrus was injured.

Again, what the fuck?

"Why are you here?" Tommy finally managed to spit out after staring at the two in shock for a solid minute.

"Siren told us you were a healer," Blade said simply.

Oh, that bitch.

"Jesus fucking christ. You save a guy one time and suddenly he's giving your address to every villain in the goddamn neighborhood," Tommy grumbled, scowling at the two.

Now, Tommy wasn't stupid. As much as he wanted to slam the door shut in the villain's faces, he also knew that that was a horrible idea. Because even if Siren had been friendly with him and bought him McDonald's, somehow, he had found out where Tommy lived and told the other two members of the Syndicate. If Tommy refused to help Zephyrus, it wasn't going to give him a good name with the villains, even if he had saved Siren's life already.