I'd call a cab. {a vigilante tommyinnit story}

Chapter 17 - missing

TWs: violence, yelling, swearing,description of injuries
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Tommy POV:
A week.

It had been a goddamn week since we had last seen Wilbur.

To say I was stressed would be an understatement. We had run the blood in for DNA test- well, phill did. Perks of being a hero, I guess. -and found out that only the smaller patch had belonged to Wilbur.

Knowing that did take some stress away from the situation. If we're lucky, that's the only time he was hurt.

I had been out patrolling every night as well, tubbo and Ranboo took turns accompanying me around the district but tonight as I got ready, techno announced that he would be the one coming along.

I tried to protest, I didn't need a babysitter, but techno insisted.

"It's not about you or your ability's. I've been cooped up in the goddamn office for too long." He said, explaining why he insisted so heavily on going.

Eventually, I had given up on trying to get anyone else to go and got dressed into my hero costume.

I was ready to have Ranboo teleport us onto a roof or into an alley but instead, Ranboo brought us to a car.

"What are we going here?" I asked, confused.

"We aren't patrolling tonight, Tommy." Techno replied after waving Ranboo off.

"And why not? We need to find Wilbur, he's out there somewhere and-" I was fully ready to continue my rant, but techno had cut me off.

"Phill told you we were bringing you to see a friend, Tommy, for your injury's. we haven't just forgotten about that."

My mood immediately fell- which I didn't know what possible at this point -and I realized that I'd have to do this.

If I refused, then they'd keep trying to take me every night. That would mean no patrolling. No looking for Will.

Begrudgingly, I got into the passenger seat of the car and let Techno drive me to a house back in the Cliffs district.

Pulling into the driveway, techno walked me around back and knocked a specific pattern on the door.

"Crimson, it's Ichor." Techno yelled.

I immediately recognized that name, but I was confused. Crimson was a hero who went into hiding years ago.

I only had one run in with him myself, back at the start of my career in vigilantism, and even thought he had ample chance to catch me, he didn't.

The door opened, pulling me out of my thoughts, and I stared shocked at the man in the doorway.

"Oh- should I have worn my costume?" He says, noticing my expression.

"No, no. It's fine, he's trust worthy." Techno replied.

"Oh! Well, in that case, hello Theseus! I'm crimson, but you can just call me Bad!" He smiled at me and offered me a hand, which I shook.

Techno looked at me, noticing my remaining shock, but didn't think much of it.

Walking inside, I looked around the house and took note that's it's almost exactly what I imagined.

Baking supplies and baked goods littered the counters, dog fur was everywhere and, just as I thought that, a small white dog ran up to us and started to bark.

"Oh hush, rat." Bad said, lightly scolding the dog.

"Rat?" I asked, chuckling to myself.

"Yes, is there a problem with that?" He replied, slightly offended.