Through Potions and Books it's still, you isn't it?

Chapter seven

Tommy's breath caught in his throat, eyes blown wide as he took in the barrel of the gun in front of him. The man holding the gun wore a black hooded sweater, hood pulled deep down resulting in the upper part of his face being fully covered, Tommy could only make out a bit of his jawline.

He swallowed, carefully straightening his back in order to appear even taller, intimidation tactics and all that. The man pressed one finger over his mouth, signalling the teen to stay quiet, yellow fingernails indicating that he'd probably been smoking for years. Tommy's gaze flickered over to the backdoor which had still been open, silently praying for someone to notice his sudden quietness and check on him.

"No sudden movements," the man growled, his unusually deep voice catching Tommy off guard, "or I'll shoot you."

Shifting most of his weight on his healthy leg, careful as to not drop the box he nodded, eyes now focused back on the person's face he nodded. He had looked up a little, red glowing eye meeting his, heavy scar tissue covering the left side of his face. It looked like it was already healed but the purple colour made the teen rethink that, usually, scar tissue is not supposed to stay purple, was he a hybrid?

"Now here is how this is going to continue," he spoke again, taking a step back and signalling Tommy with the gun to step forwards, "you're going to walk in there as nothing happened, I'll be behind you at all times so don't even think about alerting them. I will not hesitate to shoot you, understood?"

Tommy gritted his teeth but nodded nonetheless, taking a couple of steps forwards while swallowing down the pain from having to shift the extra weight of the box on his injured leg. The person had now been behind Tommy, the cold metal of the gun now pressed against the back of his head, urging him to walk forwards.

With every small step he took Tommy felt the pain in his leg increasing and the man growing restless, gun pressing even harder on the back of his head in order to get him to walk faster. Tommy cursed quietly, he really should've taken some painkillers, screw the possibility of getting addicted, this shit hurt.

Walking through the door the two people were greeted with the soft jazz music playing through the shop, the smell of coffee and books clinging in the air. Tommy felt the man tensing up a little upon realising that this shop had power again but they pressed him to walk forwards nonetheless. Noticing the pair of footsteps Techno, who had been behind the counter, back turned to them, now turned around to face them. Neither Niki nor Wilbur had been in sight.

The piglin's tensed, jaw clenched and expression morphing from the bored, neutral one into a stern and serious one. He had grabbed onto the counter, knuckles white from the amount of force he must've used, eyes glued on the person threatening Tommy. Said teen had stopped for a brief moment before being pushed towards the counter, stumbling a little and hissing in pain as his entire weight including the extra weight of the box was suddenly shifted on his injured leg all at once.

"Box on the table and arms in the air." The man instructed, the gun never once leaving the spot on the boy's head.

"Anyone else here in the building?"

Tommy did as he was instructed, sucking in a shaky breath as he noticed that his gloves had slipped down a little, with shaking hands he pulled the glove back up only for the weapon to make a clicking noise, indicating that it had now been loaded and ready to be fired.

"It's just the two of us here," Techno growled in the meantime, briefly meeting Tommy's gaze before glaring at the person again. If glares could kill the man would've dropped dead already.

"Good. If you have any abilities, don't even think about using them on me, I will not hesitate to shoot the kid, he will be dead before it'd even hit me."