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Tommy’s swearing turns into frantic pacing in his living room with the TV still on. His bowl of now soggy cereal spilt on the floor; he doesn’t bother to pick it up. His main focus was the fact that The Syndicate was released from Pandora’s Box, a place where no one is allowed to leave. Some even say the guard’s that work there live in the walls.
The Syndicate has terrorized the city for years before Tommy ever arrived, and yet they let them out. Common sense has been completely thrown out the window when it came to letting the Syndicate out for “good behavior”.
“Good behavior” his ass.
There is something deeper as to why the government has let them free, and it has to be something big since they let out the country’s biggest threat out of prison.
Tommy doesn’t like it.
“In other news, Mayor Puffy’s birthday party will be hosted tonight at the Pogtopia Town Hall where the Underscore family, friends, and invited members of the public will be gathering tonight. Mayor Puffy will be making her grand speech tonight about what’s in store for the great town of Pogtopia, and possibly our country as whole. Stay tuned for more information at 11.” The lady stopped talking, and the TV switched to a commercial that Tommy was slowly tuning out. A plan was forming inside his head, and the whispers of thoughts he dare not turn to began to speak louder.
Kill them, kill them all.
None of them get to live.
They are all evil in one way or another, might as well get rid of them.
The voices turned to silence when Tommy shut them down, telling himself he cannot do that over and over again. That is what they want from him, to go rogue and to kill everyone. He wasn’t going to give them anything their selfish hearts desire. He’s not a service boy anymore.
The blonde sighed to himself, and got his thoughts together. He obviously couldn’t just show up and kill people left and right, that would be too easy. He’ll need to look over the guest list before choosing someone to kill. While he’s there, he can figure out what is the purpose for The Syndicate’s release.
The blonde grabs his laptop, and starts to scavenge the internet for people attending. He’s not going to leave that party without an answer, and another dead name crossed out on his list.
~
“Here’s the plan,” Clay began, gaining the attention of his friends, and The Syndicate. “Wilbur and Techno will be in the crowds watching out for any odd behavior from anyone in the audience. Philza, you will stay on the top balcony to watch for anyone who is slipping out of the crowd. We can’t risk Cryptic making his way out of where we need him to be. George, Sapnap, make sure once everyone is in they can not leave. Even the guards are not allowed to leave the building. And Puffy…” Clay’s words die out looking at his mother.
She looks anxious as she fiddles with the rings on her fingers, and her expression is… saddening. She clearly wasn’t all too thrilled about using her birthday party as a way to trap Cryptic if he even comes, but Clay can already predict his arrival.
Cryptic pulls out a gun and holds it up to his mother's head, his psychotic laugh filling the room as he pulls the trigger.
Puffy hits the floor and the people around began running out of the building in fear for his life, and Clay could nothing but stare at his mothers blood forming a puddle on the floor.
He finally moves to grab her, holding her tight and begging her to wake up. Footsteps appear behind, and the sound a gun being loaded fills his mind.
The barrel of a gun being pressed to his skull as he says his last goodbyes.
Clay escapes his imagination and shakes off the nasty feeling of dread, he can’t have regrets now. He looked back at Puffy with a confident look.
“Keep Toby and Schlatt safe, you know those two like stirring up trouble.” Clay jokes, Puffy laughs making her fluffy white and brown hair bounce. The looped earring on her sheep-like ears shining in the yellowish light.
“Oh don’t worry, I won’t let those two out of my sight. Can’t risk Schlatt getting to the drinks and Toby getting near something electric.” Puffy giggles in between her words, and Clay can’t help but smile.
“What happens if this plan doesn’t work?” Philza questioned, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. Clay stayed silent for a moment before responding.
“It will work.”
~
The room around Tommy is decorated with elegant floral arrangements, crystal chandeliers, and expensive artwork. Soft music playing in the background, adding to the ambiance.
The rich guests around him are dressed in formal attire, with men wearing tuxedos and women wearing elegant gowns and jewelry. They mingle and socialize with each other, sipping on champagne and enjoying hors d'oeuvres that are being passed around by waiters.
Their conversations centered around topics such as luxury travel, high-end fashion, and exclusive events. Guests also discuss their latest business ventures, investments, or philanthropic endeavors.
The entertainment is just a bunch of people who know how to pull a string or push a button just right to get a melody. The party also is serving very fancy finger foods with fine drinks being poured throughout the evening.
Overall, the fancy birthday party is filled with a bunch of stuck-up bitches who probably wipe their asses with 100-dollar bills. AKA: the type of people the blonde wants to put bullets in their skulls, but cannot because it would destroy the purpose of being here.
Tommy himself has put in the effort to dress up for the occasion; a simple black and white suit with a red tie that makes him just a tiny bit different. Of course, this type of clothing isn’t for him since suits aren’t specifically designed for comfort. However, he came to the conclusion that showing up at a fancy birthday party in a hoodie and jeans wouldn’t let him blend in as easily.
He walks through the crowd, looking for his target of the night: Alexander Barker. A rich man who is respected by his co-workers, and his family. But despite how much money he shows to others around him, it still can’t hide how deep of a hole he is in. He’s now paying it all back by doing really shady stuff.
He really should have considered how much he was taking from them before deciding to dig himself his own grave. The man should thank Tommy for killing him off and releasing himself from his debt, his family will most likely not be as thankful though.
As he walked through the crowd for his target, he caught a glimpse of the man he’s looking for chatting to other people. His eyes remained on him as he kept walking, trying to see if the man has anything on him. The blonde then ran into someone taller than him, getting him to move back with a small grunt. He looked at the man who he had run into with a glare.
His body froze at the face, and his face returned to an emotionless expression; there was genuine fear behind his eyes.
Wilbur fuckin’ Craft.
The hairs on the blonde skin stood up, the world around felt just a tad bit colder, and it seems as if his breath was ripped out of him at the view of the man.
And then that haunting memory appeared.
“Oh come on,” Siren began, twirling a knife in-between his long, gloved fingers. His brown trench coat gently sways in the wind as blood silently drips onto the concrete roof. “I didn’t even hit you that hard. Get up.” Siren demanded, but the blonde on the floor with blood leaking out of his side refused to listen. Only focused on the heartbeat ringing in his ears. Siren scoffed and slammed his foot into the boy’s stomach, causing him to gasp for air. He began coughing, trying to remove the awful taste of blood flooding his mouth and getting caught in his mask.
“You know what?” Siren said smiling, the top of his face covered with what looks like a masquerade mask; it’s royal blue with small diamonds decorating the corners, and the eyes are covered with a piece of black fabric. The mask itself is beautiful, but the thing that lies behind it is a monster.
“I’ll spare you since you are the first of your kind to come and mess with us.” Siren stated, the blonde could do nothing but lay there and continuously thank the man in his head.
“But,” the boy takes his thankfulness back . “I won’t let you go without a little scaring.” Siren smiled, that God-awful smile that makes the blonde's fingers twitch. The brunette noticed it.
“What? You thought I was just going to let you leave? No, no, no, someone has to pay for all the disgusting shit your little group have done to this country.” Wilbur explained kneeling next to the boy, the boy did nothing. “I’m a fucking gang leader, and yet, I wouldn’t do the disgusting shit that you guys do.” The blonde could only say in his mind, ‘I was forced to’; not a noise left his lips though because no matter how many excuses he could come up with, he still did it.
“So consider this a part of your payment, pillock.” Before the blonde could think, a knife was drawn into his arm, and pulled down. The pain burned, and his muscles cried out with the urge to jerk away, but the blonde made no move. He just laid there as he was given what he deserved.
A lab rat that needed to die.
Tommy looked back over to his target, who has unfortunately gone missing. “Shit…” he muttered under his breath. He looked back over to Wilbur who was silently judging him.
“My bad, sir Craft. I didn’t see you there.” Tommy calmly apologized, slowly backing away.
“It’s fine kid, just watch where you’re going.” Wilbur sighed.
“I’m not a kid, sir.” Tommy explained, a little offended that he’s going through all this trouble to kill someone just to be called a pathetic kid.
“Please, you don’t look a day over 15.” The brunette chuckled, Tommy wasn’t laughing.
“No, I am not.”
“Okay then, how old are you?”
“20.” Tommy says, the lie slipping easily off his tongue. He turned 17 just a couple of months ago, but despite his age, he is most definitely not a kid. He assumes a normal child doesn’t know how to kill someone with a sniper from 1,540 yards away. The man stays silent before speaking.
“Alright, I believe you.” Wilbur explained, grabbing two drinks from a server passing by.
“Then you wouldn’t mind joining me for a drink?” Wilbur asked, holding one of the drinks for Tommy to take. The blonde stood there for a second, not sure whether taking the drink or possibly being murdered is worth it.
“First of all, I don’t drink.” Tommy stated, gently pushing the drink back to the man. “Second, I am not the type of person to have a drink with a murderer.” The blonde glared, Wilbur simply chuckled before taking a single step closer.
“Then you are greatly mistaken; I do not kill anymore. I am good person now or whatever.” The brunette stated, taking a sip of his alcohol.
“Liar.” Tommy muttered under his breath.
“Wilbur!” A very familiar voice spoke, the two boys looked over and saw a definitely stressed-looking Clay walking over. Clay stood next to the tall brunette and placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently.
“I am so sorry to interrupt but I need to Wilbur real quick.” Clay quickly explained before pulling Wilbur the opposite direction. Tommy quietly giggled to himself, knowing that the narcissistic fuck has to do something he doesn’t want to. He then stopped laughing, realizing that would have been the perfect moment to get some information about the Syndicate and the police teaming up. He gave himself a respectful face, and started juggling about how stupid he is before moving on.
Tommy glanced around again for his target, but the man had seemingly disappeared out of thin air. The blonde groaned and began searching for his target once more.
To no avail, Alexander wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Tommy checked the place from the top to bottom; he checked every room, every floor, and every group of people. But he disappeared like a needle in a haystack. Tommy though doesn’t care how long it takes to find him. He will eventually find him again.
Unfortunately, his time was cut short as a booming voice filled the room from the top of the balcony.
“Ladies and gents! Thank you all for coming, Mayor Puffy will make her grand speech in a couple of minutes.” The man walked away, and everyone went back to chatting. Tommy took this moment to head to the bathroom, and try to think of a different plan.
He entered one of the bathrooms and shut the door and immediately heading to the sink, not even bothering to check if someone was in the stalls. The blonde turned on the sink and letting the cool water flow on his hands, eventually rubbing it on his face. The room outside felt stuffy and hot, and the noise of people constantly talking and laughing only made it worse.
Tommy took a deep breath before looking at himself, he freezes. There stood a reflection of someone he hasn’t seen in forever; the same looks as his own, but a different purpose possesses the body. He is cold, silent, and nothing close to merciful. The blonde could only see the reflection as Death itself. Tommy takes out his pocket knife, planning on killing the thing that should have never been born.
The door next to him began to open, and in a panicked manner, Tommy quickly shoved his knife back into his pocket and took a quick glance at the mirror.
He was gone, thank XD.
He turned his attention back to the door, revealing a person smaller than him. A brunette who’s hair is so close to going over his green eyes, his outfit being a white button up shirt with black pants. Horns curl around his sheep-like ears, scratches litter the brown horns. This very special guest is Toby; Mayor Puffy’s nephew.
From what the blonde has read about the boy, he is extremely intelligent when it comes to technology and machinery, and has a strange interest in bee’s. His father is J. Schlatt, the president of this country; his cousin was none other Clay, the idiot detective that has been chasing him around the city. The kid was basically born into money and fame, what a lottery.
The boy strangely looks him up and down before taking in a deep breath, a shaky breath coming out.
“Can I talk to you?” The brunette asked, sending Tommy’s thoughts to a halt.
“Well, I-“ Before Tommy could finish, the boy walked in and shut the door behind him, standing next to the blonde as he laid his head on the sink counter.
“This party is supposed help chill everyone’s nerves since they released the Syndicate from prison, which is why they are here. To let everyone know they aren’t going to try anything.” Toby explained, Tommy internally groaned at the fact that the Syndicate members are all here. It was enough to literally run into one of them, but the fact that they are all here makes this situation even worse.
“So this party means everything to my aunt, so it needs to go perfectly. If anything were to ruin her party, then we will lose the publics favor and the war between good and evil.” Toby stated, running his sleeve over his eyes to get rid of the few tears that escaped. Tommy looked at him confused, and Toby glanced at him before looking back down at the sink.
“I believe there is something hidden, something bad that is brewing somewhere and it’s going to end up hurting everything I love and care about. I also believe…” Toby hesitated for moment, before continuing with his sentence.
“It has something to do with Cryptic.” The words make Tommy freeze, the blonde doesn’t allow Toby to see the ugly feeling growing in his stomach, but it’s there.
“Whatever reason Cryptic has for killing all those people has to be for some reason, right? No one kills people for no good reason, unless they were psychotic. And I don’t think Cryptic is psychotic. Yes, a serial killer but,” Toby pauses, looking back at Tommy's gray-ish blue eyes.
“I think he might be able to help us, and who knows… he might actually can be the hero of this story.”
“You are no hero, ⟒̵̢͓̲̱̩͙̖̗̯̩̥̣̖̮̊ͅ☊̴̤̦̾̽͗̃̍́̀̇̄̋̈́́͠͝⌰̸͎̍̅̽̽̇̅̇́̈́͘͠͝⟟̶̧̮͍̤̜̤͈̪̤̮͓͙̟̱̩̭̱̎͘͜ͅ⌿̵̨̨̫̠͇̘͓̰͓̭̂̆̆̉͑̔⌇̴̖͇̯͙̩̥̜̝̣͚͛͂̆̋͘͘̚͜⟒̸͕͙͔̙̩̍, you are a cold. Blooded. Monster.” His instructor spits, the blonde keeps his head down and not daring to look the man in the eyes.
“A freak of nature, a thing that puts fear into those who dare mess with it, and most importantly,” His instructor roughly grabs him by the chin, forcing the blonde to look him in the eyes. The man was large, clothed in white, and his face covered by a mask.
“Something to be controlled by those who are much stronger than it.”
“He is no hero.” Tommy spoke into the quiet gaining Toby’s attention, he looked up at him with wide eyes.
“He kills people, that makes him a monster.”
“But the reason is important.” Toby adds, giving him a light glare.
“There has to be a reason why he is killing these people-“
“There is no reason, and even if there was it doesn’t change the fact that he did it.” Tommy says, shutting Toby down but the boy keeps pressing.
“Do you really believe that he’s just killing people willy nilly for no reason?” Toby questions, and Tommy was going to answer with a simple yes - a simple lie. But, he hesitates, for some unknown reason he hesitates.
“You don’t even believe it yourself.” Toby stated, giggling in-between in words.
“Of course I do.” Tommy scoffs, looking away from the boy.
“Mhm, sure.” Toby says sarcastically, grinning a little.
“Anyway, for someone like Cryptic, these kills are chosen with a common reason. That reason also has to be so big for the guy to start going around, and killing people. It might help us to achieve a common goal.” Toby asked, looking at him as if he were to answer. This boy definitely matches the rumors of the media; he’s intelligent, and catches on quickly. So far, everything he has stated is true, but Tommy can’t let him know that.
“Who knows what his reasoning is, but it’s best to stay out of that type of stuff. It will get someone hurt.”
“Why do you say that?” The young brunette questioned, looking at him with a suspicious look. Tommy stays quiet, and begins to walk out of the bathroom.
“I’ve met people like you Toby; young and innocent, trying to prove their point is right. But people who run their mouths end up getting shot.” Tommy threatened, exiting the bathroom. He knows he might have been a bit mean, but the guy was digging far too deep.
Especially since he won’t know what he will uncover if he ever goes too far.
“Welcome everyone,” Mayor Puffy starts, her voice confident and her eyes calm but a spark of a fiery passion burns bright in her blue eyes. Her outfit being a simple but dazzling red dress that goes well with her split brown and white hair, her horns sticking out of her magnificent curls.
Tommy stands in the back, away from everyone else but close enough to not make him stick out. He’s turned off the security cameras, and is out of any guard’s line of sight. A plus being that everyone is distracted as Mayor Puffy gives her speech. Now, all the blonde has to do is to throw the knife, that is still placed in his pocket, at Alexander, who is also supposed to make a speech, just to give everyone a scare and then dip.
Easy peezy, though it might be a little harder than Tommy anticipated.
He sees the Syndicate placed around the room who are also keeping an eye on the crowd. Why though? Tommy’s not sure. To be guards? To protect someone? To find someone? That someone possibly being Cryptic? The blonde understood that the police force was desperate, but he didn’t know they were that desperate to let the big guys out on the streets again. So he needs to be discreet about this ordeal, but it still needs to be extravagant enough to be recognized. But, he supposes a murder unraveling before their eyes is enough. He watches, and listens to Mayor Puffy’s speech.
“I am thankful for you all for being here for this event. I understand that today’s news is.. shocking, but I promise you that the Syndicate are not here to cause harm, they are here to help. In fact, this is another reason for this party… to congratulate them to joining me, and the police force to stop the assassin; Cryptic.” Whispers are heard all across the room; peoples eyes squinted in disgust that mafia leaders could turn good, but Tommy… well, he’s trying to think of a way to leave.
Alexander is gone.
The Syndicate is looking for him.
Clay’s henchmen are also possibly here.
Now that he’s actually looking for an exit, they are all blocked off by guards.
This… this isn’t good.
“Now, I know it’s a big change that I know you all are hesitant on embracing. But, think of all the people Cryptic has killed; my personal guards were murdered last night because of him.” That’s because they were going to kill you, Tommy thought bitterly as he glared at the mayor. “Has this town suffered enough death and destruction? Should we not have peace?”
“My job as Mayor of Pogtopia is to protect my people, even if it means to go to extreme measures.” ‘A bit too extreme’ Tommy thinks. He still searches for an open exit from where he stands, but not a single one was available. He looked up at the side of the balcony to look for an open window, and he stopped. There laid a person covered in black clothing with a silenced gun is their hands, their finger close to pulling the trigger.
Tommy instinctually grabbed the knife from his pocket.
“So on that note,” Tommy watches the person’s finger grow tighter on the trigger.
“I would like to introduce…” They’re aiming for Puffy’s head.
“My dear friend…” Tommy waits patiently. That’s what he was taught to do.
Wait for your prey to fall in your trap.
“Alexand-“ The trigger is pulled, and the bullet starts flying. The blonde was quick to throw the knife. It was now up to a game of chance, what weapon will hit its target first.
The knife hits the wall, barely grazing Mayor Puffy’s hair. It sends everyone in shock, but Tommy is just thankful blood wasn’t pouring from the mayor’s skull.
“Oh my XD! Who is that on the balcony!?” Tommy yells, pointing at the person with the gun. Everyone began to gasp and scream, making their way to an exit.
“Let them out!” Mayor Puffy commanded, and the doors were opened as everyone began to pour out of the building. Tommy stood back a little to see what would happen to the assassin, and thankfully Wilbur already had the killer on the ground with their hands behind their back. He continued running to his motorcycle, quickly hopping on it and heading straight for his apartment.
He can’t stop thinking about the killer: how close they were to killing that innocent Mayor, how his suit is so similar to Tommy’s old one, how easily they were able to sneak in with such a weapon and get to their position. How Tommy was almost too late to realize the assassin.
The blonde decided he needs to go to bed early tonight.
~
The party is officially over, which was rudely interrupted by an assassin assigned to kill Mayor Puffy. Clay curled his fists at the thought of his mother being killed. Thankfully, Wilbur took the guy down before he could get in another shot.
The assassin was Alexander Barker, the man who mysteriously went missing a little while before his “grand speech”. At first, they assumed it was Cryptic, but upon further investigation, they were not the same person. Their height and body shapes were different, and especially how they act. Alexander was too quiet, and accepting of going to prison. Clay knows that Cryptic would have ran his mouth till the very end.
Clay walks to a spruce door in the capital building, he took in a deep breath before walking in. Hopefully, Clay thought, this meeting can give him some answers.
Sitting in the room is his mother, his friends, and his partner’s in crime; The Syndicate. He takes a seat next to Puffy, her leg repeatedly bouncing causing a light tapping sound. He grips her hand gently, it seemed to have brought her out of her trance as she moves her head to meet his eyes. She smiled at him, telling him “I’m okay”. He frowns, “I know you aren’t”. She looks away after that, and Clay didn’t realize until now how similar they are.
“Thank you, Syndicate, for joining us for this meeting.”
“No problem, seems like we have a lot to talk about anyways.” Philza says, his sons nodding in agreement.
“Okay, let’s start with Alexander.”
“Oh yeah, the traitor, how could we forget? Seems like the guy was looking for a grand entrance when he was about to shoot Puffy.” Wilbur adds, and Clay could feel his mother's hand flinch at the statement.
“But what would he get out of killing her? Power? Money?”
“He inherits nothing from Puffy,” Clay explains. “The only thing I can think of why he would try to harm her is so he can take her position.”
That doesn't make sense though.” Puffy mumbled, but it was clear enough for the room to hear.
“He’s never wanted a role like mine, he told me.” The room fell silent for a moment before Sapnap spoke up.
“Well, either he was lying or…” Sapnap hesitates with his words for a second before continuing. “He was told to.” Clay's breath is caught in his throat, something about that just doesn’t sit right in his stomach.
“So you’re suggesting he was paid off?” George asked.
“It would make sense,” Techno speaks up. “Rumors have been spreading that he’s having a financial crisis at the moment, constantly having to take money out of the bank to pay another debt.” Clay sat there for a moment, thinking of what their next step should be.
“George, find some of Alexander’s bank information and figure out how much money he was pulling out of the bank.” Clay ordered, George opened up his laptop and started typing things into his keyboard.
“Did anyone find the knife?” Puffy questioned, and Wilbur grinned at that. He threw a bag onto the table, inside containing the knife. The blade was sharp and clean, the handle being a simple black rubber with markings in it for grip, the only shocking thing was the bullet stuck on the end of the knife.
“Seems like someone knew of Puffy’s little killer before we ever saw him.” Philza added, crossing his arms together.
“So why would they go stop it?”
“To save her.” Wilbur butted in, rolling his eyes. The people in the room became confused on the whole situation, specifically who.
“Actually, I have a good idea who it is.” Wilbur pulled out his phone and pulled up a picture, laying it on the table for everyone to see. It’s a picture of Crpyitc, holding a very similar knife in his hand.
“No… no, no, that doesn’t make sense! He would have let Puffy get killed-”
“I seriously doubt that since he broke into Puffy’s house last night, killed 15 guards, and didn’t even stick around to steal anything. Why would he kill Puffy now after having a chance to do it when she was basically alone in her room? And if you’re saying this guy is as smart as you say he is, then he knows what he’s doing.”Wilbur stated, leaning back in his chair with a sigh.
“That doesn’t add up to me.” Clay stated, but despite that, he knew Wilbur was right. He knows Cryptic, and Cryptic wouldn’t do something that wastes his time.
“So… Cryptic saved me?” Puffy asked, and Wilbur nodded. She looked away, staring blankly at the floor. The room was silent till George spoke.
”… Did anyone see where the knife came from?” Everyone shook their head, another dead end.
”It could have been from the crowd most likely, not unless there was a secret hiding spot Cryptic managed to find.” Philza explained, no one spoke up and it seemed like this conversation was going nowhere. Puffy stood up quickly, looking down at the table.
“I think that’s enough discussion for tonight, everyone go home and get some rest.” With that, she left the room closing the door behind her. Clay could only imagine what his mother is feeling: guilt, fear, confusion, distress.
Clay can only hope that this will be the last interaction between Cryptic and Puffy.
~
“BREAKING NEWS: At Mayor Puffy’s party that was hosted tonight, an assassin has been arrested for attempted murder against Mayor Puffy. The man is identified as Alexander Barker who was invited to this event as a special guest. Alexander almost shot Mayor Puffy with a gun, but thanks to a mysterious knife, that perfectly hit the bullet, Mayor Puffy was able to leave scene unscathed.
Who had thrown this knife?
Who saved Mayor Puffy’s life?
Why was Alexander Barker trying to murder Mayor Puffy?
We have a clip of a brief interview with detective Wastaken-“
Tommy turned off the TV, and sinks into his couch letting out a tired sigh in the quiet. They have one of his weapons now, which isn’t a problem since he had gloves on, but it’s not good to lose perfectly good knives.
He looks up at the ceiling, playing through all the events of the night, but his mind continuously returning back to the same moment… Toby.
The blonde has heard that the young brunette was strange, but to completely dump a whole bunch of stress onto an individual that you have no idea who they are? Now that’s a new pack of crazy, and Tommy knows crazy.
…”I think he might be the hero of this story”…
Something cringes in his heart; on one side, he despises Toby for ever saying such a thing about a monster, a killer, who is no hero of anyones story. On the other… he doesn’t know, it’s a fuzzy and blurry and feeling he can’t grasp. Was it good? Was it bad? Tommy has no idea, but he’s never felt like this before so it’s most likely a bad thing he assumes.
Tommy’s mind traced back to when he saved Mayor Puffy, when he risked himself getting caught by Clay and the Syndicate, and then losing his knife. The blonde wasn’t sure why he saved her, he could have let her die and Clay would then be the least of his problems. But something took over him, beckoned him to save the woman’s life. Like a string snapped, or something was broken, or something changed?
The blonde decides not to think about it that much.
He runs his hands over his face with a loud sigh, deciding that now would be good a time to go to bed despite the amount of thoughts, questions, and bullshit that’s going on in his head. He can deal with this all tomorrow.
Tommy got up and headed straight for his bedroom, not even bothering to do his night routine. He dropped into his bed and immediately started drifting off into sleep. Maybe tonight he can have a good night sleep, he deserves it, of course, for being a- never mind.