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"On the left of you Thes, Siren and Blade are heading here."

A boy in complete purpled, with little antens poking out from his hair. A gun in his hand as he's inspecting around.

"Angel of Death is right in front of us, fuck."

Another boy, blonde with red horns, grumble in annoyance before pulling out a small dagger.

Right behind them- The two figures that are mentioned earlier.

The Blade and Siren.

"We might have to use the techniques."

"Fucking hell."

They got to the end, as they are staring down at the ground.

"Purpled."

"Theseus."

Tall brunette guy, with a cloth wrapped around his eyes stands right behind them, as he calmly grin in satisfy to see there's no escape for the two young boys.

"Both of you are arrested for vigilantism."

"You have every right to remain silent-" A smirk plastered on his lips as he look towards these two figures.

They jumped.

Like, jumped down the tower.

"WAIT-"

A slight panic and surprise flash through the brunette face, before imediatelly leaning down the roof.

"What the heck-" He mutters through his breath before darting his eyes around to look for the familiar boys.

The pink hair, catching up from behind as he swings the big sword beside him, calmly look down.

Only to see both of the boys are sliding down the pipes of the blocks, while throwing the middle finger at him.

You might wonder, why didn't Angel of Death catch them?

Might have been due to the rocks that have magically thrown at his wings...

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"Tom."

"Purp."

"That's the second time this week, we got chased down by the SBI."

"Well obviously fuckers."

Purpled sighs in bitter, before wrapping bandage around his arm. Mr Blade had obviously swung his big ass sword towards them this time.

Well at least he didn't cut off Purpled's arm right at the spot. (And he even doubts if he would have.)

"They've been noticing us."

Tommy, the blonde one just roll his eyes before throwing himself on the bed.

"They have always been. Those motherfuckers never seem to do their duties at the lower districts, and just fucking decide to hunt for vigilantes at there."

"We are doing their jobs literally."

Purpled then just eye Tommy, before just sitting onto the bed as well.

"We can't seem to gather any more information about the fighting rings in this area with these so-called heroes running around our working place."

"This damn sucks."

"I know."

....

"Tonight district 8?"

"Deal."
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Chapter Text

"Welcome to Niki's Bakery.."

Hey! This is Wilbur Soot, who can be known as Siren, the fifth rank hero (Even tho he thinks he should be higher after all this year- The ranking hasn't been rearranged for two whole years. Do you know how much time that is?? So much things could have been improved during that period-)

But back to the bakery he's entering, which looks mostly like a small cafe but focused on cakes. He walks towards the counter, calmly flicks through the menu before ordering his usual. He just finished patrolling, all tired and exhausted. Maybe a cup of coffee would be nice.

"A black coffee, please."

"Who tf drinks black coffee in this time."

Stunned. He never gets questioned about his order before. He unbelievably blinks at the worker before just open his mouth.

".. Excuse me?"

"Sir, it's literally 11 p.m. One of the possible reasons for this ordering is because you're high as fuck. Or maybe you're just in damn college."

... Wilbur never went to college before. He just, went through a hero training before started patrolling after that not long. It was no fun memories at all. The education was just rushing, to make him a hero quicker.

Sometimes he did wonder what would it be to be in college, but that's none of his concern for now.

"I just enjoy caffein in this time."

The boy then just look at him in pure concern, while darting his eyes up and down to tap the order onto the tablet. Seeing the confused face, Wilbur can't help but crack out a giggle.

Am I really that weird?

"One black coffee, any cakes go with that?"

"No thanks."

"You walk into a bakery to order a black coffee without any cakes?"

...

"...Brownies please."

This is awkward.

But also amusing. 

The worker can't be over 19.. Wilbur will just assume he's 18 cause he's working at the bakery. Red horns and tail, a demon hybrid? The bandages on his face are rather concerning to Wilbur though, but it's none of his business after all.

The boy eye him quietly, before just finishing the order.

"A black coffee and brownies. 7.5 euros sir."

Wilbur then just swiftly pull a 10 onto the counter.

"Keep the change. It's a surprise that a child is working here." The boy then just took the money without any hesitation, but glare at Wilbur when he mentions "child."

"Who do you mean child, motherfucker?"

"Having a child to serve me coffee at the middle of the night is a strange sight here-"

"I'm fucking 18 dude. I'm not a child."

The boy exclaimed in annoyance before just glaring at Wilbur.

Welp, he doesn't look 18 though. But ok, Wilbur will take his words for it then.

Wilbur squirts his eyes to look at the nametag.

T..

Tommyinnit.

Cool name.

"Nice to see you, Tommy."

"Fuck you," The boy says out loud, before just printing the bill out. 

"Grayson! A black coffee."

A voice can be heard inside of the counter, near the barista counter. There's another worker here this hour? Wilbur never seems to notice.

"Are you serving someone's high?"

"I know right, no motherfuckers are in their right mind to decide to drink coffee in the middle of the night-"

Wilbur unconsciously smiles at the sight.

He doesn't know that he's starting to take an interest in the blonde kid.

(He doesn't know that in the future, he would die for the kid.)

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"Bro we barely can afford food."

Tommy complains as he goes through the cupboard. It's fucking dusty, making Tommy to cough quietly a bit. 

.. Four noodle cups and medical supplies.

Wow, absolutely amazing. This four cups of noodle will help them get through this entire month.

If needed, we can just eat the medical supplies as well-

"We have always been like that, Tom."

Purpled roll his eyes before skewing out his shotguns with other weapons on the floor. What tf is he doing.

"The fuck you're doing?"

"Preparing for patrol tonight."

Oh. Yeah, they have to patrol tonight. Tommy then just remembers the plan for patrolling tonight.

Vigilantes who usually patrols at lower district ar Time and Niki. Surprising how the cafe he works at names exactly like a vigilante, but the owner, Nihachu was helped by Niki once, and now she owns a cafe named after her. Cool right?

The reason why heroes never ask Nihachu about the weird cafe name, cause the citizens from lower district don't really care about them. If heroes even think about forcing her to change the name, the inhabitants will not be happy. And of course, heroes wouldn't want a civil war right when villains are still roaming everywhere.

So, Purpled and Tommy's jobs tonight are to stop crimes (as usual) but also, ask other vigilantes for.. information as well.

"There's rumor about a fighting ring at district 9, but placed at the suburb."

"No surprise."

...
Gliding through the air, Theseus lands on a top building as he looks down onto the street. The wind was nice, softly place a cool hum on his cheeks.

In lower district, there's very much less luxury place. Lesser light, lesser people. However, the crime rate is concerningly high, as the heroes never seem to even bat an eye about this place.

But, nothing can replace its place in Theseus' heart.

This's always been Theseus and Purpled's home.

L'manberg. His and Purpled's L'manberg.

They grew up, they survived through every year.

Theseus breathes in a grasp of fresh air before looking towards Purpled.

"Any information?"

"The vigilantes seem to take their day off today, weird."

Purpled is messing with his earpiece, before just wear it properly.

The earpiece. They kinda stole it, from Professor Sam, who is also a hero. From his devices room, Theseus had no idea how but Purpled had his ways.

"Any suggestions about why?"

"Hm."

Purpled hum softly, before just looking around. The city is surprisingly quiet today.

Darting eyes around each other, suddenly.

"Wait."

Behind both of them.

"It's because-"

Didn't let Purpled finish his sentence, a huge blade was heading towards them.

In a blink, Purpled pull Theseus' hoodie and throw him away (literally) as he slide through and lung forward.

It's the Blade.

Purpled reached for his shotgun, and therefore harshly aim the gun right at the Blade.

....

The bullet hits the wall behind, with the Blade just standing tall, towering both Theseus and Purpled. The air is now terribly tense, with the soft breathing of 3 people in the deep night.

The Blade. With the power "Extreme strength."

The name pretty much explained it all, he can have the strength beyond human ability when activated. A rather handy power, Theseus must add.

Despite being a hero, with a rather high rank (3), he was never adored or liked by the public. Theseus thinks it's because of his fucking scary appearance: a skull mask lies on his face, a red cape with a sword that is nearly his size. The sword is the same height as both Purpled and Theseus. Imagine if it's just swung in front of their face-

"If Blade is here, then there'll likely be Siren and Angel of Death as well."

Purpled keep a safe distance from The Blade, standing nearby Theseus. Purpled wouldn't be hesitated to shoot again if needed, but now it's not a suitable place for violence.

Purpled and The Blade have a fucking, intense staring competition, waiting for one or the other to move, as Theseus looks around for any sign of other heroes.

No heroes. No Siren or Angel of Death. Seems like only The Blade is patrolling tonight, which is a great thing cause he has no energy to have a mouse-cat chase with them tonight.

"Theseus. Purpled."

"One is control other people's minds. One is unknown."

The Blade gave a full description which the heroes have investigated about both the vigilantes, before standing straight again.

"Estimated from the age of 19 - 25."

Ok the heroes suck cause both Theseus and Purpled is actually pretty much younger than that ... (Purpled is 2 months older than him.) Theseus just about to correct him when Purpled nudges him harshly at the shoulder.

Purpled then give Theseus a look. Theseus gives him one back then nodding his head.

Both lung at the Blade.

... Instead of crashing right into The Blade, both boys slide under the huge sword before jumping to the nearby tower. Then they continue with their running awaay.

In a rush, The Blade quickly turn around as he chases after the two boys.

The ways they went were differed. So, the Blade decided to chase after Theseus.

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Theseus quietly glides through the dark alley, as he turns as many as possible.

Left right left left right left. Fucking hell his mind won't be able to remember all of this to get out-

Hopefully Purpled can get him after this.

"Theseus, can you hear me?"

"The Blade followed you."

Wow, thanks for the useful information mr obvious. Theseus roll his eyes before taking off his vigilante's clothes, and then just throw them all at the alley. Ok, time to be a normal civilian.

He would just come back for them later. 

Theseus then just straight up throw the clothes while hiding it under a box. He really hopes Mr Blade doesn't notice the box at the corner of the alley.

He then slide out the dark alley, in a perfectly normal disguise as he stands right in front of the alley.

This is pretty much a prefect disguise. Nobody would even think about him, a young young boy being one of the vigilantes who have run away from heroes thousands of time!

He can hear the heavy breathing inside the alley. Probably the Blade.

1.. 2.. 3..

The Blade was seen quietly walking in the dark alley, darting his eyes around to find the figure.

After only seeing Tommy, leaning against the wall with his phone, he just oddly stare at Tom before just heading for the opposite direction.

... That's fucking weird.

"..."

"Yeah Grayson, I fucking knew that."

"Wow, you survived. Such a surprise."

On the other side of the earing, Purpled is currently at home, already changed out of his vigilante's clothes. He's just lying in bed, on his phone while talking through the earpiece with Tommyinnit. His voice is calm as normal.

"Need a ride?"

"Obviously fucker."

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"To your left, Theseus."

"This fucking fighting ring is soo- far."

Theseus grumble his breath as Purpled just then came to his side. It's been a while since they hear any information about more fighting rings nearby.

Perhaps they have been careful with their steps when they realized there are two teenagers risking their lives for other kids.

They've been running around for half an hour, making them look like literal idiot. The information was vague, no accurate source of information was find.-Plus with their stupidity in direction, it may become a disaster for both of them.

"They are getting more and more cautious with their places."

"Obviously, cause it's hecking illegal."

Taking a deep breath to calm his anger, Theseus then just shuts his eyes tight.

Theseus hates the thought of other children being forced underground to fight off others for their own lives. He never wants to relive those memories.

The memories of him pinning another child down, the memories of him just begging for forgiven, the memories when the chanting of them room drowns out the sound of the poor child's crying, the memories when the child's eyes went dark and blood in his hands.

The blood on his hands-

"Tom." His name rolls off Purpled's lips.

He instinctively relaxes his shoulder as he look towards Purpled. Was he having a panic attack again? He didn't realize his shoulder was that tense and his legs were shivering-

"You're safe now,"

"With me. We will get through this together."

Purpled then just looks towards Theseus with softness, before letting him lean down his shoulder.

Theseus always have loved Purp's presence, attached with it. His presence was bringing Theseus a secured feeling, and Theseus will lose himself again without it.

"Yeah. Cause we're family."

"Uh-hm. Family."

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"Be careful with the rusty door."

Purpled said as he was peaking into the hole under the ground, inspecting into the place. Theseus glance in the same direction as Purpled before just throwing the metal door away.

It's not a long way down, just a couple meters.

No people detected, this is fucking good for both of them.

"Go down?"

"Fuck yeah."

Theseus then hurriedly answers as he slide down the hole into the hallway.

Both of them then just softly climb down along the wall. Silence fills the whole hallway as their foot land on the ground.

It's easy to get in here, but finding it was hella hard.

In total, they spent two hours finding the entrance. It was tough.

"Look different from the past."

Purpled comments before touching the wall with his gloved hands. This location is new, he assumed. The wall is not.. rusty or breaking down, actually in good condition.

Theseus observes the end of the hallway, only to see a metal locked door. At least it's locked, Theseus really doesn't want a fucking rush in by guards or anything.

An entertainment for the rich, they said. He's not surprised by how new it is, consider the amount of money was poured into this dirty business.

"Heck this place is better than I expected."

Theseus lean against the wall, has his ear right at the wall, seeing if he can hear anything from opposite. It was quiet at first, but he caught the slight of noise from the other side.

He froze in place. His eyebrows furrow.

"... There's a fight, right through this wall."

Theseus then just point at the wall, before just stare at it blankly. \

It's all relived in his mind.

The chanting, the small sobbing, the laughter.

It's a mess in there. 

.. Purpled then stare at the wall as well.

His knuckles turning white from him holding back.

Theseus realizes something before protests whatever is running inside Purpled' head now. 

"No murder."

"We need to keep calm."

Theseus then just soothe Purpled's hand. (He never realized his legs were shivering at the chanting across the room)

"They are right there Theseus."

"The one who are paying for this business to survive."

Purpled blankly stare at the wall, as his knuckles have gone white from the tight grip.

"Purp, you will scare the children."

"Haven't they already killed others for survival? Why not some more."

Purpled' voice goes harsh.

"Especially when these are the one indirectly put them here the first place."

"..."

Theseus went quiet, before just sighing.

"Violence won't do anything. Only provoke our lives into danger."

Purpled then just look at Theseus a few seconds. His face seems to be considering, before breathing in and sighing out.

"... Fine."

Purpled doesn't seem to be very happy, but he would avoid guiding more danger into their lives.

Well, Purpled only has a family, and is not planning to lose them.

Theseus then just sigh in relief before nodding. He really wants to keep a good relationship with the heroes.

In case he needs a bit of, help.

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The door cracks opened. The minister's room.

"Be quiet. He's not returned from the fight yet."

Purpled says before tiptoeing into the room with Theseus by his side. 

The room is, luxury. Read carpet at the entrance, the chandelier at the center of the room with gold furniture littered around the room.

But, the red curtains at the window are what caught his attention.

Behind it, is the room of children.

There are those who are crying, shivering with their hands in blood.

These are those who are sitting at the corner, traumatized with what they just witnessed.

Theseus and Purpled are observing around, finding the perfect place for hiding.

A swift movement pressed against the call button.

.........

Purpled and Theseus are right behind the curtain. They're invisible most of their part, cause their legs are pulled up, avoiding being found.

Theseus finds it ridiculous how both of them are struggling to put their feet on the counter. It's stupid to see Purpled struggling to place his tail onto his laps.

Why they chose the curtain?

Cause the curtain is damn thick with fur. And warm too.

"What do you think about stealing this as a replacement for our blanket?"

Theseus suggested, as he's feeling the curtain with his fingertips.

This kind of cloth is perfect for a blanket. And with the upcoming winter as well.

"I'm having the same idea."

Theseus then just grin cheekily, before hearing the click opened of the door.

Both of them look at each other, then just nod.

Time for their plan.

"I told you, this is a wonderful business for us."

A man voice, exclaimed excitement as he then just throw himself on the spinning chair and towards his table.

Suit with a perfect hairstyle. Well-fed compared to the children down there.

Such beast is he, Purpled silently thought.

"All the rich came here, to see these children fighting for their lives! Such cliché."

He laughed out loud before just huff.

His back was at them.

A small nudge from Purpled, and Theseus just look at him knowing.

Perfect time to strike.

Theseus then just reach out and.

"..."

The man was already unconscious, lying on the ground while the phone call continues in silence. 

The files were messy, all over the carpet. The fall of the Minister must have caused it.

Purpled then just stepped out from the curtain, before creeping behind Theseus.

"Alive?"

"Yeah alive."

Purpled stares at the Minister pathetic sight, before just pulling him up, against the wall. Theseus follows him right after.

Both of them carefully tie him up then let him lean against the counter the wall.

Purpled then just huff quietly.

"His face is so punchable, Thes."

Theseus rolls his eyes, before walking towards the table and grab a paper and pen.

He scramble something onto the paper proudly and excitedly.

"Writing something?"

"Yeah."

When finished, he just glue it directly onto the Minister's head. Purpled then just lean in to see the context.

"Hm. Vuglar but valid."

Purpled shrug before just sliding the dagger to cut out the curtain, before folding it carefully. 

"This winter's gonna be pog."

Theseus giggle happily, before nudge Purpled softly.

"Yeah, pog."

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Loud bang and explosion were heard. Peopled rush in as they were looking around. Policemen are all over the place.

Behind them, well, surprisingly, the SBI. 

The SBI was.. called by an unknown number. They were sent the location without any further explanation. 

It was not usual to them, to say at least. 

(Not all heroes would care enough about an unknown caller to bring a whole army of police to the location suspiciously sent.)

"Blade, look around the location."

"Siren, inspect the unconscious guy on the table."

Angel of Death told the two young heroes, before carefully observe the evidences were left.

Both of them then nod before heading to do their jobs.

Blade heads outside towards the hallway, inspecting other places.

Siren then enter the luxury room, walking to the tied up man in the room. Was it a kidnapping scene?

The Angel of Death then just peak into the room, observing around himself.

The unknown called from here. But his agency can't seem to track down who is it.

As he's deep in thought, he walks around the room. A.. not very damaged room, but the window was looking weirdly.

There's some cloth on there, but seems to be cut.

"He's not dead. Just unconscious." Siren lets out a sigh of relief, before noticing the paper on the guy's head.

"..."

"wtf."

Siren then just stare at the paper, completely shocked.

"What is it Siren?"

Angel of Death then peaks in, before widening his eyes.

"Hi! This is the Minister, the bitch who controls everything about this fighting ring. Dw, he's still alive. (well he really shouldn't be at this point.)"

"No need to thank us."

"Purp and Thes."

...

What.

"What,"

"What?!"

How- How did two famous vigilantes come here before them? Were they called too?

Are they the one who called them!?

"Angel of Death-"

A policeman running up to him, catching for breath. He turns to the guy in confusion, before saying anything, the policeman continues.

"There are children here!- This is-"

"A fighting ring."

He points across the room, towards the window.

Everyone at the scene then just go quiet.

The sight of injured children right before their eyes, all locked up in a room.

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"Phil, how can two famous vigilantes in district 11 can appear at a fighting ring??"

The Syndicate just experienced the weirdest rescue in their life. More than 100 children was escorted of that buliding. All those fragile and maulnorished faces, all those bloody spots on their hands, all the fear in their eyes, Phil couldn't have expected it when he arrived at the place.

(Philza had to calm Wilbur down once the children are led onto the police car. Wilbur’s breath stucks inside his throat, his mind goes blank. He can bear the thought of remembering those memories.)

(Technoblade on a side, is completely silent, darting his eyes around to avoid focusing on the fact that fighting ring still existed and surpressing his shaky breath.)

More than 5 adults were involved, immediately arrested and left to deal with the police. Many of them seem to have harmless quirk, including the minister. No hint of guilt was spotted, only anger and annoyance expressing on their face.

Philza once thought that 10 years ago was the end of the fighting ring. He had never been reported another similiar case, not until this one.

The involved refused to even speak, insisted on calling their lawyers and claimed to have nothing related to this fighting ring. They were angry, shocked and nervous. As if they were not expecting to be discovered.

But, setting everything beside, his mind wanders to the evidence of the possibly callers.

The written paper sticked on the minister's head, still lies in his pocket.

The scrambled writing on the paper, looking almost childish with names that are supposingly familiar with him.

Purp and Thes

Or shorten for Purpled and Theseus, the two famous vigilantes, adored by the civilians.

And also the two “criminals” they’ve been hunting down.

"I don't know mate," He says with a sigh before inspecting the note again. "They are suspected to be the one who called us."

Wilbur, or Siren, looks almost confused with a discontented expression. He stops pacing around the room and makes way towards Phil.

"Let me see it."

The note was handed over to Wilbur. His hands were soft with the paper, almost scared of damaging the only evidence of the callers.

Wilbur’s gaze lost in those letters, almost memorizing the curve, the way those words were scribbled down.

"Did they.. try to help the children?"

Wilbur asked in hesitation, his eyes glued onto the writing.

It seems rushed. Their writing.

His voice is slightly quiet, seems to be out of guilt.

A nervous gulp then just breaks the awkward silence.

...

"I don't know, Wil."

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"Next order."

Tommy and Purpled are back to their usual routine! With a warm blanket as a gift from the last patrol.

Which is amazing for the upcoming winter.

But this thin uniform doesn't really help with the cool breeze. His body then shivers at the wind from the constant door opening.

Purpled has been coughing nonstop and refused to speak if not necessary.

(He refused to even buy any medicine to soothe the sore throat. Tommy persuaded him all over but he just ended the conversation with “It’ll be over soon, I promise.”)

(Tommy never doubted Purpled’s words, he just wishes Purpled would consider to care about his health a bit more.)

Tommy has been shivering in his own uniform, and have to control his body when taking order from customers. Man why can’t everyday be sunny and warm.

Has his break started yet? Tommy can’t stand here for any second more.

"Tom-my.”

That damn voice again.

Tommy then puts aside his freezing state, before just eye the brunette in front of him.

Oh great, it's that Wilbitch guy again.

This specific guy, has been coming at this exact hour, order the exact same thing for over a week now.

This annoying ass even refers him as a child. Isn’t that insulting.

Tommy's eyes twitched in annoyance when he glared at the grinning guy.

"Oh hi Mr. 11-p.m-coffee, what can I get for you."

But, his slight annoyance can't seem to stop him from feeling the coldness sweep into his bones, making his hair stands.

His body shrivels up, pulling his arms near his chest before just shakingly press in Wilbitch’s usual order.

Wilbur seems to notice the subtle shiver from the kid.

"You are either stupid or very naive to wear only that thin shirt and the uniform in this kind of weather, kid"

Wilbur giggle in teasing, the kid never seems to stop amusing him.

The kid then just force his movement to stop shaking, to stop attracting unnecessary concern from strangers, especially from this weird Will guy.

(He gotta admit Wilbur's voice is rather soothing and comforting.)
"Shut up, Wilbitch."

Wilbur should be very honored to have such nickname by the one and only pog Tommyinnit himself.

Seeing the usual grin on Wilbur’s face, Tommy really want to punch his face rightnow. He might be furious and scream at him, but honestly, Tommy doesn't think Niki would mind when one customer don't come to this bakery any more.

"Oh is that a nickname? Aww you see me as a friend huh?"

Wilbur then tease him even further. His eyes lighten up at the mention of his name, even though it has been altered a bit.

“But, add a warm honey tea to my order,”

“My brother is whining all day about not having his everyday tea.”

He says jokingly, before taking his own scarf and put it on the counter.

“Hey”

Tommy’s glance lands on the soft fabric, as surprise and confusion fill his eyes.

“You'll need it, I promise."

Tommy blinks twice, try to proceed what is happening before just dumbfoundedly touch it, feel it with his fingers.

The softness and warmth fills his sense.

"... Thanks."

Tommy mutter quietly before just putting the scraf behind the counter and glance at him in a rather.. calm and normal expression.

"What can I get for you, Wilbur?"

Wilbur's grin widens.

(Wilbur later then did give Tom another. To Tom's confusion, he just claimed to have heard the boy behind the counter coughing badly.)

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The door to the counter behind was kicked opened.

Purpled, with a disapproval on face, stares at him from up and down.

“.. You have 1 second to explain yourself.”