Fighting Our Tainted Fate

Don't Worry, I'm Here [5]

She bit her lips nervously as she watched over the body strung sloppily on the floor. If she didn't know any better she would've thought he was dead, with the extremely pale skin and blood caked all over him. It was a worrying sight, but she had done the best she could do. Now she was just waiting, constantly checking over the kind boy for any signs of consciousness.

Ok. So maybe Puffy wasn't thinking when she decided to make her current establishment a hospital. But it happened and well it was the best solution in her mind at that moment.

She glanced back at him, noting his position on the cold floor. Maybe she should get something warm for him, she probably has a coat or two lying around that she can probably use. Yeah, that seems like a good idea. Something that she can calm down her nerves, as well as provide more aid.

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The morning dew air filled the atmosphere, as he made his way to the bakery. He was incharge of the opening shift, not his favorite time but it came with the job.

Yawning, he rounded the corner of the bakery while trying to rub the tiredness off his eyes. Eventually nothing really changed, not like he was expecting anything to happen. Afterall he'd barely gotten any sleep, fault of trying to sew up some of his clothes in candle light. And then after that his constant thoughts that kept him up.

Not that he would like to admit it, but he was thinking about Purpled. He'd sort of fallen off the face of the planet, and well the last time he saw him he kind of looked off. Adorned with eyebags that he even thought were concerning, not like he said anything about it since the guy would just ignore him.

The only times he really talked was when it came to vampires. Which he would play along with. He didn't fully believe in the whole vampire shtick but it was interesting to listen to. Made him wonder what Purpled was doing during the times he didn't see him.

But anyways, because of that jerk he was staying up. He swears to Prime that next time he'll see him he's going to show him a piece of his mind, no one fucking worries Tommy fucking innit. At this point he's not even fucking scared of his little bitch boy weapons.

Finally arriving at the bakery, he shuffled through the bundle of keys before taking out the front door key and unlocking it. And that's when he realized the light was still on. The thing was that he remembers turning off the lights last night. Which meant someone was here after he locked up. That either means someone had broken in or Puffy for some reason came in early. He was leaning onto the more realistic choice of a break in.

He walked cautiously forward, before Puffy stumbled out from the back, relieving his previous nervousness.

"Puffy?"

Is she alright? Puffy usually slept quite well, so this look was very out of character. Plus, wasn't he supposed to be opening today?

"Tommy, what are you doing here so early?"

"I have the opening shift. Why are you here?" He blinked, before making his way to the counter and unhooking his apron.

"Um. Just wanted to help out today," She replied, definitely not making him more suspicious. Puffy rarely helped out with his shifts, especially not at the start of them. She knew he was capable enough, and she had a son so leaving him so early in the morning was very out of character. Something must have happened, and by the looks of it something very urgent. He was deciding at the moment if that was a good or bad thing.