☀︎︎Hermit-Stories ☾︎

× SpyGuy ×

TW: blood, fighting, mention of d€ath, sharp weapons
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Skizz tried to open the doors trying to not wake his roommate, without success. Impulse sat on the sofa looking very tired.

"Hi Impy!"

"You went to the archery training didn't you."

"Yes..."
Impulse sight.
"Next time call when you'll be late. The dinner is in the fridge." Impulse went to his room.
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Skizz and Impulse were friends since primary school and they just read each other like an open book. If one of them had a secret the other just knew what it was. Long time besties thing.
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Skizz ate quickly in silence and right after he finished, went to his room.

The room wasn't big but it was enough for him. There were posters of his idols/ heroes HotGuy and CuteGuy. Skizz dreamed of becoming a hero like them one day, that's why he started going to the archery training . Even tho Impulse wasn't really in favour of the idea he still supported Skizz's dream.

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There were a few documents of people laying on the desk and around it. Two people were looking through them .

"You think he'll be a good choice?"

"Of course!... I just need you to...test his skill? I've seen him a few times but the training and a real attack are two different things -"

"I know you don't need to tell me... I didn't think he'd return." He giggled and reached for the chicken costume which was behind the glass.

"Thank you."
He didn't respond just kissed his partner's forehead.
"Eh... what would you do without me."

"Probably be already d€ad"

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A week later

Skizz was coming back from his training , surprisingly his coach gave him his bow to take home with him but why didn't he say.

The town was quite the sun set an hour or two ago so he was walking in the weak light of the street lamps. If you like this town your entire life you get used to stuff like that.

A sudden crash caught Skizz's attention. He turned towards the noise.
Of course it was coming from a dark alley.
He thighed his fingers around the bow. Impulse always warns him to think before he does something stupid or just walk in a dangerous looking place but -I might be his chance to save somebody and Skizz couldn't miss it.

He went in.
It was dark and he could barely make anything out.
The where to figure and then where fighting ...no one of them were attacking the other one.

"Hey!" Skizz yelled.
The figures looked at him.
One looked familiar...

The white chicken costume

It was the villain - PoultryMan
But... wasn't he d€ad for some time.

Skizz didn't have time to think about it right now, he needed to save the attacked person.

"Go away if you don't want to end up like this guy." PoultryMan put a knife to the person's throat.

"Leave him alone or else."

"Or else what? You gonna call the police on me? Ha! Don't be funny."

Skizz took his only arrow and put it on the bow and then he aimed at the villain.

"I see..."

He shot but before the arrow could reach the target Skizz found himself in a white room.

"See! I told you he's the one."
Said the man who was a few seconds ago treated with a knife.
"No, he's just incredibly stupid like you."