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Tommy sat on the couch in small apartment, watching the news on the tv. Ok watching was an understatement, he was begrudgingly looking at the news on the tv. He always hated weekends when he wasn't going to get payed at his work and he couldn't attend the university he barely was able to get into.
His parents hated him to much to pay for it themselves, and he wasn't getting enough A's to be able to request a scholarship with a straight face.
He looked outside at the muggy weather, fog and rain everywhere.
With a sigh of self defeat he walked into the only other room in his apartment (The kitchen) and walked over to the small wooden table he has in the corner, grabbing an empty plastic bag that was laying there and bringing it with him as he walked out the door.
He didn't bother locking the door, the only thing he owned that might be a little of value would be the old tv he got on Kijiji, other than that all of his things looked a little less than 'ok'.
He looked down at his clothes, black sweatpants and a white and red hoodie, simple and cheap clothing, but he wasn't trying to impress anybody really. He walked down the stairs to entryway of the apartment, opening the glass door and stepping out onto the sidewalk of a sad Lower-L'manberg street.
Across the street was a man, in black sweatpants and hoodie, just like himself. He guessed the man was also living nearby or just cold. It was a good combination of clothing in these parts.
While waiting at the bus stop he decided to take his time to watch the man on the other end of the street. The hoodie was darkish mustard yellow sort of colour, and he had an orangey-brown knitted hat, that sat almost perfectly of his dark brown head. He was looking down at an object he was holding in his hands, frowning.
Odd...
He shrugged it off and assumed he was just looking at a phone. Looking down at his own phone to check the time he realized the next bus would be at the stop soon. Perfect.
Looking up he realized the odd man was now standing next to him. That's weird- he didn't he him walk over or cross the street, and he could've sworn he only looked down for a split second.
Tommy shrugged it off again as the bus came into view, stepping on and inserting almost all of his spare change. He sat on the seat closest to the door that was against the wall.
The mustard man put his change into the machine and sat right across from him pulling something out of his pockets and fidling with it.
Ok...
Looking out the window as the buildings and cars passed he thought a bit. He kinda felt like he was about to be murdered on this bus by a man in a yellow hoodie with how the bus had lighting. Speaking of he was suddenly able to get a good view of what the man was holding, it was a flute- a wooden one too.
It looked like he was putting it back together, after a few minutes of this, he suddenly lifted it up to his mouth and started to play a song, rick Astley's never gonna give you up to be specific. And on this creepy ass bus, listening to this man play never gonna give you up on the flute-, tommy has never had so much respect for someone in his life. What a menace.
What a mustard coloured menace of a guy.
After the first or second verse, Tommy couldn't really tell since it was instrumental, the man seemed content with what he had done, and tommy himself felt something in the air too. You couldn't see it, but he felt it, filling him with happiness.
After awhile of riding the bus tommy didn't even notice in his momentary bliss that two shady guys with black mask's got on the bus. He didn't notice one of the guys pull out a gun. He *almost* didn't notice how he threatened the bus driver with it.
Then it sunk in.
HOLY SHIT THE BUS IS GETTING HIJACKED.
Him, the bus driver and the other two people on the bus (including the mustard manace) barely had any time to react.
Tommy especially had no time to react to what happened next.
The man stood up, pulling out the flute like it was a fucking sword. A frown on his face unlike the one before. The one before was mildly frustrated. This frown was angry, it was slightly maniacal. It big bold words it screams "Oh you fucked up buddy".
He whispers something, and just like the music, something happens. For a second Tommy can't tell what. Then he hears it.
The elderly woman let's out a blood curdling screen of pure fear.
:RECOMMENDED INTERMISSION: (Cackling)
Whatever she sees the men in mask's see it too. They scream as well. One dropping the gun the other trying to break the door open. Holy shit, Holy shit- they're still moving, what the fuck!
The screaming doesn't stop, tommy the bus driver and the man, who is now stood up and starring at the the ski mask duo angrily, don't seem to be affected by, whatever the fuck is going on.
The bus driver, very wisely bring the bus to a rearing stop so this shit train is no longer moving, as the bus doors automatically open the men in black run out screaming like little bitches. Everybody else left in the bus just has to take a second, just to fully process what happened.
What the everloving fuck just happened-
The bus driver makes a face like he might quit his job, and maybe buy a lotery ticket on the way out.
Mustard man fold his arms looking at the door with the most shit eating grin he's ever seen.
Tommy look's around and assumes the elderly woman got off as well since she's not on the bus.
As the goes and sits back down the bus driver starts to speak, "I- I think you both'll have to get at the next stop, I believe I need to report this to my manager, that ok with y'all?"
Before tommy can say something he realizes that the next stop is coming up. Whatever, he'll just wait for the next one there.
As he and the stranger get off at the stop, they're both left standing there. Very awkwardly.
"So-..." Tommy says wondering if this is a good idea. "The guy is the black ski mask's-"
"Well, pretty sure they're gone for now mate-"
"No.. what did you do to them?"
"Nothing I-"
"Quit lying, your very bad at it, and normal people don't just shit their pants and start screaming when a random dude in yellow stands up!" Tommy argues, it's suddenly starting to set in how weird that was-
"Ok, fine yeah that's probably not an average Monday for most-"
"Not average?!! That's the kinda stuff you see in movies like Harry Potter, or- or some sort of Disney movie with no logic whatsoever!"
Suddenly tommy thinks he knows what that was. His face must've betrayed him because the other man seems to realize Tommy's either going to sound crazy, or crack this case wide open.
Maybe he'll do both-
"You're a wizard!" Tommy gaspes a bit too loudly. Earnings them weird lookes from the people trying to go about their day.
He puts his hand quickly on Tommy's mouth glaring at him. "Yes yes ok fine, magic, wizardry whatever you wanna call it you can't just say stuff like that with so many people about!"
Moving the other guy's hand off Tommy's mouth with his hand he grumbles. "Where do we speak then?"
And maybe nobody notices how tommy childishly sticks his tongue out while the other guy is turned around.
And maybe nobody notices as the two walk down a deserted alley.
And maybe nobody notices how Tommy is probably going to murdered here.
"Ok, my name is Wilbur, yours?" Wilbur say's turning around when they find a dead end
"Woah, Woah, Woah man! We're nowhere near a first name basis!"
"Yeah we'll we better be in a few seconds-"
"Ok ok! I'm Tommy. Thomas Underscore Innit. Just call me Tommy though-"
"Ok Tommy, I'm not a wizard, but-"
He doesn't get finish what he's saying when 5 guys come out of the shadows, brandishing knives, guns and bats. "Hey you!" On of them says none of them are wearing masks luckily, Or maybe unluckily if they have that level of confidence.
He points at Wilbur his hand shaking. "You're that freak who beat up some of our members!"
"Why would you anger a gang!" Tommy whisper screams at Wilbur. "Their gonna kill us!"
"Hey it's not fault! How am I supposed to be able to know when and won't messing with somebody will have consequences!" Wilbur argues back.
"Yes I am, what about it?" He shouts back at them.
Holy shit he's going to die-
Again-
They start walking up to them.
"How about we show you what happens when you do that huh!"
"Ok," Wilbur leans over. Tommy realizing how tall he actually is compared to him. "When I say run, you run. Ok?" Tommy quickly nods trying not panick.
Wilbur walks up to the shouting guy. "Hey man how bout we talk this out. You don't want things to get ugly I assure you."
The other guy, still frowning. Decides that yes, he does want thing to get ugly and swings the knife at wilburs head.
Dodging in time he just end up knocking Wilbur's hat off his head. "Come on man! That's new!" He shouts swing for the other guy. Missing aswell, getting circled by the others.
"Shit, uhhhh ok fella's. How bout we think about talking this one out-"
He's cut off by one of the guys, not the first one swinging at him with a bat. Right at his stomach.
Wilbur makes a sound of pain as he falls over onto his knees.
He looked up at what Tommy assumes Is their leader.
"Fuck... You-" he says looking him in the eyes.
Almost as if he was magically stabbed the guy doubles over. In the chaos of the other guy's panicking and trying to figure out what the fuck just happened, Wilbur makes a break for it.
"Run!" He shouts at a dumbfounded Tommy who is standing there like an idiot-
Wilbur grabs Tommy's sweater and runs.
And what can only be described as Wilbur dragging tommy as the two are running in a tight alley being chased by a bunch of pissed of gang members.
Tommy glanced up at Wilbur, panick written al over his face, his fluffy brown hair curled nicely around his pointed ears and-
Wait,
WHAT-
Wilbur suddenly started dragging tommy left, into the wall.
"Wil, there- there's a wall-" tommy warned.
He wasn't going to die to some strangers with guns, or some angry gang members. No Thomas Simons Innit was going to die today because him and an idiot ran into a wall.
Perfect. Just fucking perfect.
"WILL-" Tommy shrieked as they went careening into said wall. As Tommy braced himself for the painful smack he had barely a second to realize Wilbur disappeared.
Instead of hitting the side alley wall, Tommy was suddenly pulled through and into a dark stairwell, with no exit, just another wall.
"WHAT THE FUCK-"