----- the little glass vial goes in the gun like a battery -----
BAM! The gun shot. Thud. The body hit the ground.
Sigh. He got the blood on his clothes again. Unacceptable.
----- And the zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy -----
Water rushed as Tommy washed his hands off. Uhg. The blood had gotten under his fingernails. It was always so annoying when that happened.
He pushed his curls up his head into a ponytail. Getting blood in his hair wasn't ideal. It was quite difficult to wash out after all.
Slam! ah. Dad must be home. He should get in the shower before Phil walks in shouldn't he?
"Hey dad!! I was just about to get in the shower! Made some mac & cheese, its on the counter!" Tommy yelled before turning on the shower and locking the door behind him.
Phil knowing about his... nighttime activities wasn't ideal. Your father wouldn't like to learn that you're the most infamous villain in district 9, Theseus, and had been keeping it from him for months. Yeah, that wasn't exactly ideal.
----- Sometimes I wonder why I ever got in -----
Tommy glared at the city. It never helped him, with its Heroes and Villains and the like. The media showed people like him, the powerless, as evil and untrustworthy.
So he played into the stereotype. Killing government officials and the upper folk, blowing up banks, and curse him for saying it all you want, but it was fun.
So here he was. Gas mask on his face and gun in hand.
Until he heard footsteps.
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Wilbur was on patrol, like normal. He had managed to avoid Phil's (and his brothers) questions about where he went at night.
It was a peaceful night. The heroes had only gotten one call, and it was about 2AM already.
So he sat on the edge of a building, scouting out the area for anything that seemed off.
Then he saw him. Theseus. Just standing there across the rooftops, looking out into the horizon.
And God be damned, he was gonna go arrest him if it was the last thing he did! He was sick and tired of his antics.
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Tommy's eyes widened. He spun around and found Phantom sprinting towards him.
He drew his gun and fired at the hero. Miss. "Get away from me Phantom!" He yelled, his voice full overflowing in hate from his years of mistreatment from the heroes.
"Theseus. You are under arrest." Phantom smirked. Tommy grabbed his baton from his belt. This guy didnt deserve death. He deserved pain.
Tommy ran at him with the baton. And swerved behind Phantom to hit him in the spine. "GOD! Why can't you just give up?!?!" Phantom shouted in his pain.
"Because i don't know when to quit." Tommy glared daggers at the man as Phantom swung for him.
Tommy effortlessly swung the baton into Phantom's skull. Thump. The man lay unconsious at his feet.
Tommy sighed. Honestly, the heroes couldnt even get him close to an arrest. It was disappointing.
----- And when the gun goes off, it sparks. -----
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Sleepwalking. A villain Tommy AU
FanfictionA world in which Tommy is a villain, Wilbur a hero, Techno a vigilante, and phil, their struggling dad trying to cope with it.