You're My Chase

Chapter Twenty-Four

Purpled 3rd Person POV:

That night, after Quackity had gone to sleep, Purpled slunk out of his room wearing the same tight gear he had worn when he went to go rescue Tommy and the rest of them from the library. Except this time, he had on a purple sweater, no, it wasn't a comfort sweater, it was just . . . a sweater.

Nothing besides the occasional whirr of the AC unit stirred as Purpled moved along the house, more like a shadow himself. For once, he was glad that Punz wasn't around; he slept like a cat, and even if Purpled moved without a noise, his brother seemed to have a sixth sense for whenever Purpled snuck out of the house, and was always there to stop his exploits.

But it was a bittersweet victory, even as he twisted the doorknob to let him out of the room.

This time, he wasn't going to go in from the air vents. Punz had managed to convince Foolish that his security needed to be updated, without mentioning any names, and so the vents were definitely locked and loaded with lasers that would rat him out before he could take anything. So he was going to go the old school approach; break in and out as fast as he could.

Security cameras weren't a risk, the mask that was settled over his face, warming his breaths assured him of that. Foolish would never think it was him that was sneaking in, so he was relatively safe. And Quackity would never get a confession out of him.

Shutting the door behind him, he took a breath before moving on.

Like any great mercenary, he had taken the time to pause the video cameras that he would need to walk along, giving them a fake image that they would render and believe that everything was going on as quietly and smoothly as normal. Most people were asleep by the time the main lights were shut off, so if the security cameras picked up nothing, that wasn't going to be suspicious.

Eerily, the wide empty hallway with the dimmed-out lights reminded him of the first hunt that he had seen Tommy. That time felt so far away, now. Really, it had almost been two months since that fateful day everything started to go wrong.

"Stupid Theseus," he grumbled to himself, his words getting caught on his face mask and advancing no further. "Always bringing chaos."

But, no matter how true that was, if the other blonde decided to vanish one day, and never enter back into Purpled's life, it wasn't going to solve every problem. It would have lessened his stress, that's for sure, but it wouldn't have done away with it. Not with Dream being around, not with the labs still existing, and definitely not with Punz gone and working for the Badlanders.

Maybe it was a crime to live? Maybe Purpled was never supposed to live a good life, while everybody else around him had friends, family, and led a plentiful life.

Yet . . . both Dream and Tommy were after him, like he was worth anything. Dream wanted him only for some experiment, but whatever Tommy saw in him, Purpled had yet to see. And Punz loved him, didn't he? And Quackity loved him too, almost like the parent he never had.

Curling his hand into a fist, he breathed out before shaking his head and moving on. There were good moments in his life, to be sure.

Foolish's place was a tad further than the school, so it was a little hike getting there. But, once he was in front of the golden door, he fingered the pouch that hung around his waist, mentally preparing himself for this heist. Then, with a quiet exhale, he took out the lockpicking tools, sticking them in the handle's lock, and with a quick push, had it open in a matter of seconds.

"So much for better security," he said, smirking. "This was too free."

Sticking it into the pouch, he closed it before jerking the door open and racing into the house.