This City Never Sleeps At Night

1: Life Sucks, But We Get By

Tommy Innit is boring. Tommy Innit works at a coffee shop as a barista and paints his wings gray every morning and isn't allowed to swear in his workplace. He cleans up after rude customers, takes orders for irritating bitches, and can't help but wish he was flying. 

Tommy Innit hates his days from eight A.M. to eight P.M. 

Icarus is cool. Icarus has naturally bright red wings and a gun filled with darts and a red balaclava(No, it doesn't make him look bald!!!) and the most poggers boots ever. He fights bad guys, heroes, villains, anyone. Except civilians. Except that one time.

Icarus loves his nights from ten P.M. to two A.M.

Tommy sighed and glared at the door of the café. It was five twenty-nine, and he got off his shift at five-thirty. His eyes flicked to the clock and he bit his lip, watching the seconds hand slowly tick...tick...tick... and then the minute hand hit five-thirty. 

Tommy grinned and vaulted over the counter, sprinting out the door. "Stupid money...making me work." He opened his wings(which were a bit stiff from the paint) and jumped into the sky, laughing slightly as he did so. The feeling of the air through his hair and feathers never got old and he looked forward to it every day. 

He started flying in the direction of his apartment, avoiding buildings and birds. The flight was short, only taking him about five minutes...Then again, his wings got more exercise than the wings of your average Avian. A bit of the fine gray paint flaked off, but it didn't matter. No one would see from where he was and he would need to scrape it off anyway. 

This type of flying was not his favorite. His favorite type of flying was when he could yell and do flips in the air and speed down directly towards the ground to scare his roommates before pulling out of the dive before he became a Tommy pancake on the ground. 

His apartment came into view, and as tempting as it was to smash through the window and make a dramatic entrance, he knew they were barely getting by and a broken window would not sit well with Tubbo. He hovered outside the window and tapped on the glass.

Tubbo looked up from the 'project' or whatever he was working on and moved to the window, opening it. "You know, you could use the door like a normal person. You have house keys for a reason." His fluffy hair was covering most of his eyes again, making him look slightly derpy. Tommy grinned.

He flew into the apartment and dusted himself off. "Who wants to be normal?" He grinned at the ram hybrid. "Sounds like a nightmare to me."

A flash of purple particles appeared in the center of the room and Ranboo appeared, slightly disoriented(A side-effect of the teleportation).

"See?" Tommy said pointedly. "Ranboo doesn't use the front door."

Ranboo grinned hesitantly. He was an Enderman hybrid, so teleportation came naturally to him. Half of his skin was pale, practically white, and the other half was just black. Black like the void.

His eyes were also strange. His left eye was red; making his left half look albino. His other eye was green. Sounds normal, right? Nope. Vibrant, unnatural kelly green(Who is this bitch Kelly? Why does she have a color named after her? Is she really that important? Why is it Kelly green? Is she green?).

Tubbo was mostly normal; for a hybrid. He was short, sure, but he insisted that it was a common gene in his family(Which he never talked about). He had fluffy brown hair covering his hazel eyes. Normal, right? Nope. None of them are normal. Normal is, again, boring, and Tubbo and Ranboo are too poggers to be boring. Tubbo had ram horns. They were small, yes, but HORNS. Pretty badass(If you ask Tommy).

Tommy himself was not normal. He was different in lots of ways; the most distinct physical one being his wings. BRIGHT red. Double-edged sword, though. His wings were very distinguishable and he loved them, which was why it sucked to paint them gray every morning.

He and Tubbo spotted the take-out boxes in Ranboo's hands almost instantly and Ranboo teleported away before the two feral hungry children could strike. He placed the boxes on the table. Tommy and Tubbo ran over immediately. 

"Chinese food!" Tubbo cheered as he opened one of the take-out boxes. "If you didn't get mandarin chicken, you're sleeping on the couch."

"Exactly why I got mandarin chicken." Ranboo concluded, gently shoving a box across the table. Tommy was already gorging himself on white rice. "Hey, don't eat all of that!" Ranboo yelped, stealing the rice from him.

Tommy rolled his eyes. "Alright, boob boy." He grabbed the chow mein and opened it, squawking somewhat indignantly after Tubbo stole some noodles.

"So, what did you do today, Ranboo?" Tubbo said after eating the pilfered pasta. 

Ranboo took odd jobs to get by, often getting called in to do work once or twice a day. It was good because he got payed the same day, while Tommy had to wait until the end of the week. Tubbo worked with tech and didn't get very many jobs, usually one per week. When he did, however, he was payed well.

"Well someone down the street needed a hand moving boxes, so I helped them..." Ranboo hmmed contemplatively. "Nothing else today, though. Tubbo? Anything?"

"There was this elderly woman whose computer wouldn't turn on and she called me in...It was just powered off." Tubbo huffed, rolling his eyes. "It was so irritating; I swear! She was being super particular with what I did to her computer and didn't let me touch it for the first twenty minutes. Said that if I were anyone special, I'd be able to tell what the problem was by looking at it."

Tubbo rested his head on his arms in annoyance. "What would have taken ten minutes turned into an hour-long job because of it."

"Well at least you don't have to deal with all the customers coming in all the time." Tommy put in with a gentle scoff. "There is this one girl, though...I think she likes me. She comes in all the time...She's got olive green wings."

"Tommy, you think every woman that looks at you likes you." Tubbo put in with a smirk and a playful eyeroll.

"Yeah, but you didn't think anything when the flower shop lady asked if you wanted to keep a few of the extra flowers." Ranboo said. "She wrote her number on one of the petals and everything. And you turned them down."

"What our point is," Tubbo butted in. "Is that you think all the women that aren't interested in you like you; especially the ones that think you're annoying."

Tommy scoffed. Tubbo was just in denial about how many ladies he got. "Whatever. Is it time yet? I'm bored."

"Not yet."

"9:59."

...

"How about now?"

"Nope, still nine o'clock."

...

"Okay, it's ten now."

WOW THAT TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT LMAO

Anyway I'm HOPING future chapters will be longer; but the first few will(likely?) be shorter since they're just introductory. HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT.

Please drink some water; I can practically smell your dehydration.

-ITCFWI