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“Fucking checkmate you little shit!” Wilbur cheered as he celebrated his victory.
Tommy huffed, picking up a pawn and tossing it at Wilbur’s face, the man barely dodged it in time, sending a glare Tommy’s way.
Then he lunged forward, tackling Tommy off the couch and scattering the entire chessboard and it’s pieces to the floor.
“Wilbur!” Tommy screeched, his legs kicking desperately, attempting to dislodge Wilbur in any way he could, “let me go you clingy bastard!”
“I’m not fucking clingy!” Wilbur shouted back as the two rolled across the floor, attempting to pin the other to the ground.
Tommy attempted to punch the older man, but Wilbur simply phased through it, sending Tommy a shit eating grin before becoming solid again and wrestling Tommy to the floor.
Two hands grabbed the back of Tommy and Wilbur’s shirts, effectively separating them, though it was embarrassing to be handled like a puppy or a kitten.
It was Techno, wearing a slightly frustrated expression as he separated the childish fighting between the two. “I am trying to read. Can you both be quiet for five minutes, at the least?”
“Tommy started it!” Wilbur said, pointing an accusatory finger at Tommy.
The boy startled, “what the fuck? I did not!”
They started to bicker once more, it always seemed as if they were doing that.
Techno sighed heavily, dropping the two and causing them to fall to their asses on the floor. “Tommy.” The bickering stopped immediately, “Phil wants you.”
“For what?” Tommy asked, pushing himself up but casually shoving Wilbur aside as he did so. He wasn’t able to hide the little smile that formed as Wilbur squawked, falling to the floor once more.
Techno shrugged his shoulders and walked off, “I dunno, but he’s in his office.”
Tommy frowned, it wasn’t as if he wasn’t called to his fathers office before, quite the opposite in fact. But normally it was because he was in trouble for something. Whether it be slacking off on his chores, or doing shit at hero training, or even Wilbur and him fighting too much.
“Fuck.” Tommy suddenly sighed, he looked at Wilbur seriously, his voice small, “do you think I failed my final test in heroes training?”
Wilbur gave Tommy a gentle smile and stood up himself, placing a hand on Tommy’s shoulder comfortingly, “nah, you studied day and night for that thing, and we all watched your final fight test personally. There’s no way you failed.”
Tommy smiled. Well, he tried at least, it was probably strained and nervous. “Thanks Wil.”
The comforting hand suddenly shoved Tommy forward, “yeah yeah, shut up and get in there.” Wilbur said, a teasing smile on his face.
Tommy sent him a half-hearted glare before silently making his way to his father’s office.
He took a second to breathe in and out before he opened the door and slipped inside, shutting it behind him.
Phil was currently in his office chair, his brows furrowed as he read over some document or another, his wings were currently mid stretch, looking quite imposing with the brightness of the glass wall behind him, the natural light making his wings look even darker than they actually were.
The man suddenly glanced up, and upon seeing Tommy, smiled, his wings coming to rest position behind himself.
“Ah, Tommy, come take a seat.” Phil said, gesturing to the seat across his desk.
Hesitating for only a second, Tommy walked forward, sitting stiffly in the (faux) leather chair. He’d been scolded in this chair one too many times to be able to actually relax in it.
His father seemed to notice Tommy’s stiff nature and laughed, “relax Tommy, you’re not in trouble.”
Tommy took a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding, his body finally relaxing in the chair. “So, why’d you call me here dad?”
Phil practically beamed at his son, “you passed your finals Tommy, you’re getting an assignment!”
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“Please don’t stay out too late tonight…” Ranboo said, his arms folded over his chest as he avoided Tubbo’s eyes.
“Boo…” Tubbo approached his best friend of years now, holding his cheeks in his hands and making eye contact, his eyes flickering in turn over each heterochromic eye. He was much too short for this, Ranboo towering over a foot taller than him, “I promise I won’t, I’m doing this to keep us safe. To keep our community safe. These people can’t save themselves. And the heroes would rather protect those rich fucks over us.”
“I know, I just hate seeing you beat up all the time.” Ranboo whispered, wrapping Tubbo into a hug, “the amount of stitches I’ve given you by now is kinda worrying. Also, you have that big interview tomorrow so I’m stressing over that. Working under heroes??? You’re crazy.”
“You like my crazy.” Tubbo jokes, melting into the hug for a moment before stepping back. “I’ll be fine, the hero’s would never suspect Tubbo, the ‘18’ year old young adult who’s fully human, no powers, no hybrid abilities or features, as anything but a lowly assistant.”
And it wasn’t as if they had much choice, Ranboo was easily recognizable as a hybrid, forever marked as a half enderman hybrid. The other half of his genealogy was unknown. This meant that he was essentially watched all the time for any suspicious activity or threat levels. Anyone with powers or that was a hybrid were watched carefully, as if they were all ticking time bombs ready to explode. Heroes were the only ones that got to use their powers legally and freely, because they worked for shitty higher ups. Ranboo’s job was barely giving him minimum wage, so he was fully in the government's systems now. As for Tubbo, they’ve been able to keep his hybrid side and powers completely secret and under wraps.
He was an orphan, as was Ranboo, they ran off together as soon as they could, finding a shitty apartment that barely agreed to take them in and house the two. They were also able to sneak off with Tubbo’s files in hand, so there was no trace of Tubbo, the bee hybrid existing. Instead, they were able to make him, Tubbo, a plain ass human being.
“I really hope you’re right about that one.” Ranboo sighed, “do you even have any idea who you’ll be working under?”
“No clue. The information only said that they’re taking in a small number of assistants for a few select heroes.”
Ranboo rolled his eyes, “I hate that they’re being all vague about it. It’s so stupid! There’s literally no point!”
Tubbo chuckled, “calm yourself big man, they’re a big ass hero cooperation, they do whatever they want.”
The taller let out a groan of frustration at that, making Tubbo laugh once more.
“Alright, I gotta head out now, those bastards aren’t gonna beat up themselves now!” Tubbo said, approaching the apartment window and lifting it open. He hopped out and onto the rusting metal of the fire escape, his wings buzzing gently as he felt the soft and cool breeze of the night.
“Be safe Tubbo.” Ranboo said, leaning on the windowsill as he smiled worriedly.
“Call me Apis when I’m like this big man.” Tubbo grinned, adjusting his honeycomb goggles over his eyes, causing the world to take on a yellow hue as a digital dashboard of information became his view.
He pulled on his black and yellow respirator mask, the bulky piece doing well at hiding the bottom half of his face. At hiding his identity.
His vigilante fit was simple, but very effective, a thick black hoodie with yellow sleeves and front pocket, two holes cut in the back for his wings. His trousers were a simple pair of comfortable but stretchy black leggings, and his shoes were an old pair of sneakers (they were still in pretty good shape) that he found at the thrift store about three months ago, when he first made the decision to start being a vigilante.
He was even able to get his hands on some military tactical gloves, making his knuckles reinforced and a lot better for punching. They were fingerless as well, Ranboo recommended that part so that Tubbo could still use his sticky fingers and latch onto surfaces.
Then of course the honeycomb goggles to keep his eyes hidden from view. He spent a lot of his free time on the goggles, using whatever spare bits of tech he could find from trash cans and dumpster diving and thrown out tech. He was good at salvaging things like that.
The rims were made from someone's old cosplay he guessed, the steampunk style was definitely not used as a common fashion. The lenses were cracked and broken, but Tubbo was able to replace those easily, working with some computer parts and even glass that he found.
Sure, maybe he snuck into some places and stole some necessary pieces, but hey, there were some dickheads stealing from there anyway! He beat them up and needed some form of payment just that once! He swore to never do it again after successfully making his goggles into his own miniature computer basically, giving him locations and updates on where crime was happening. Thank you to Ranboo, who stayed at home and received updates from Tubbo’s bees, the small little spies able to keep track of the entire city and report it all back with only a single buzz. They were basically security cameras, but with their own free will. In return for them keeping watch of the night, Tubbo kept an entire flower bed full of all sorts of different varieties atop a garden rooftop nearby his own building. It was basically a community garden patch that he had barely afforded to rent just to grow a variety of flowers. But he still went there every day and took care of the plants. Weeding and tending to them as he should, and the bees would always buzz around him happily.
Tubbo took a deep breath, the smell of the night was nice after his antennas were forcibly pinned down to stay underneath his hair, the only scent he could smell throughout the day being his own shampoo, which you get used to soon enough, but he couldn’t actually fully enjoy the smells of places like Bad’s bakery that him and Ranboo had gone to earlier that day to celebrate Tubbo’s success at landing an interview. (Tubbo can only smell through his antennas, he has a nose, but it’s kinda useless for anything except breathing lmao).
He sent one more smile Ranboo’s way before leaping over the railing of the fire escape and buzzing off and into the night.
Apis shut his eyes as he flew as high as he could, trying to get above the smell of the city smog and into the fresh air of the earth. His antanes twitched as he got higher and higher, the air starting to thin.
“Apis? Earpiece maintenance check.” Ranboo’s voice was staticy, not as clear as it was supposed to be. Time to get closer then.
Tubbo allowed his wings to stop buzzing, letting himself slowly grow heavier as he fell to the ground below in a freefall. He smiled at the feeling of the wind smacking his face, the wind starting to feel more chilly then it was.
He started to fly once more to slow his descent, landing on one of the taller buildings in the district and looking at the area below.
“I hear you loud and clear.” Tubbo said, his voice sounded much more distorted and deeper with the respirator on, “where am I heading to big man?”
“The bees are telling me that there’s some commotion on Foxtrot street and 5th, I would start there.”
Tubbo leaped off the rooftop, zipping over buildings towards his destination. He stopped on the side of an apartment building, his fingers sticking to the side without any issue. There would be a weird looking spot of honey there for a while, but oh well. That’s the price you gotta pay to have crime beat up.
The commotion was easy enough to spot, some assholes surrounding some innocent person who was just trying to make their way home for the night.
Tubbo flew down as fast as he could, seeing one of those dickheads make a reach for the person’s arm.
There was no chance at stealth for Apis, his wings always buzzing and announcing his presence unless he walked or ran up to attack. So the attackers heard him straight away, whirling around in horror at the sight of this tiny, but fearful bee themed vigilante.
The guy who grabbed the innocent, shoved them towards the wall, the person hitting it painfully and tripping at the sudden force, leaving them vulnerable on the ground. That was the moment Tubbo decided that he would use his fists for this fight, instead of his spear.
“Alright you bee bitch, you wanna dance?” One of them said, holding up his fists in some poor excuse of a fighting stance.
“You poor thing, you haven’t the slightest clue in how to dance.” Tubbo pouted, “allow me to teach you!”
Tubbo swung forward, fainting a punch before ducking and swinging his leg full force into the guy's ankles. The man fell with a squawk of surprise, and Tubbo kicked out at the next one, his foot making full contact with the person’s stomach.
The third guy attempted to grab Tubbo from behind, Tubbo’s wings getting slightly crushed between the guys stomach as his arms grappled around Tubbo’s neck, his oxygen intake suddenly stolen from him.
Tubbo used his elbow to stab full force into the man’s stomach, then proceeded to hook a leg around the guys and pull the leg forward, causing the pair to fall backwards.
He pulled free from the guy's grip, reaching into his pocket and pulling out some ‘pollen’, blowing it in the man's eyes. (It wasn’t actually pollen, but it was alike, a very allergenic dust that he used to incapacitate people. It was kinda like pepper spray but in powder form).
While the guy writhed in pain on the ground, rubbing at his eyes desperately, Tubbo turned to face the second guy once more, catching the fist that was coming his way and using his momentum to get behind them and pin their arm to their back, knocking them to the ground and pinning them on the floor. He held both arms together for a moment, allowing his sticky hands to produce enough honey to coat them. It hardened the second Tubbo let him go, the thugs hands glued behind his back in a ball of candied honey.
The first thug was up again, throwing the weakest punch Tubbo had ever felt. Seriously, it wasn’t even going to bruise or anything.
“If you’re this tired,” Tubbo said as he blocked another punch and kicked the man in the stomach, throwing the man back down to the pavement, “why are you even attempting to mug someone?”
The thug groaned in response, dazed from his head whacking the sidewalk.
Tubbo hummed, turning the guy over and using his sticky hands to glue his hands to his back.
He went back to the third one, clapping his hands together, “stop being such a baby. It’s just dust.”
The same process of gluing the guy's hands to his back was repeated, and Tubbo dragged the three together, keeping them back to back and gluing them together.
He turned to the person who was almost mugged, kneeling down to help them up.
“Are you alright?”
They nodded shakily, eyeing the three muggers warrily.
“Would you like an escort home tonight? I’m sure someone has already reported this mess, and I can’t be caught by the cops. They don’t like me all too much.” Tubbo chuckled.
As if on cue, police sirens sang into the night.
“I’ll be fine…” they finally said, “you should get out of here, I’ll explain what happened to the authorities.”
Tubbo nodded and started to back away, his wings buzzing as he prepared for lift off.
“And thank you for saving me!” They shouted, just before Tubbo lifted into the air and off into the night.
Right on time as well, just as Tubbo lifted above the rooftops, the police rounded the corner, lights flashing as they sped forward.
“Apis, we’ve got a bank robbery in progress on main and 15th.” Ranboo’s voice came in right away.
“On my way!” Tubbo said, buzzing towards the scene.
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“Police report just came in,” Phil suddenly piped up as the four had been putting away dinner, “apparently someone has just seen your assigned vigilante Tommy. They just took down three muggers.”
Tommy stopped doing his dishes immediately, almost dropping a particularly slippery plate into the sink in his excitement. “Should I head out on patrol early then?”
Philza smiled, “don’t get ahead of yourself mate, you still need to get your official suit from Sam. It’s finished by now, so if you’d like to hop down to the lab, I’m sure he would love to help you suit up.”
“Wilbur, do my dishes please!” Tommy said, already taking off and out the door towards the elevators. The heroes penthouse was ginormous, having to fit almost all the heroes in the city together in one building made it so. Tommy and his family lived on the 88th floor of the building, only two floors below roof level. But having the top heroes in the same building together had its perks, such as extra safety, better security, cool people and friends to meet. “I probably won’t pay you back! Bye!” Tommy scrambled into the elevator, ignoring his family's protests as he jammed the ‘close door’ button repeatedly, then pressed the button for the 22nd floor.
The elevator was quite fast, causing Tommy’s stomach to drop whenever he rode it. He still remembers the first time he rode this specific elevator, the quick descent and rise of it causing Tommy to panic, believing that they were going to die.
Techno and Wilbur never let him live that one down.
Tommy rolled his eyes at the memory just as the doors dinged to signal his arrival. He scanned his ‘all access’ card, and the doors opened for him.
Sam’s workshop was always a sight to behold, a grand centre console, always displaying the suit he was working on, and all around were different suit designs, materials, types, enhancements, everything.
A bark greeted him at the elevator door, causing Tommy to look down to see a familiar face. He kneeled down to pet Fran, Sam’s pet dog and best helper. She was quite the cutie, and Tommy recalled Sam explaining that she was a samoyed breed once.
She barked once more, happy with the attention and started to trot away, pausing to look at Tommy to see if he was following.
He followed the big fluffy dog towards the back side of the centre console, seeing Sam who was currently halfway under the base, working on the mechanics of it.
Fran bumped his knee with her nose, gaining his attention and causing him to roll out from underneath the consol.
“Oh Tommy!” Sam smiled kindly at him. Tommy liked Sam quite a lot, the man was always nice and patient, even when Tommy would ask him questions upon questions. When he was out of his hero suit, he was more than friendly, probably the best guy to talk to in the building. (Besides for Phil that is). But when he was in hero mode, you didn’t want to mess with him. He wasn’t called The Warden for nothing. “I wasn’t expecting you for about another hour or so, what’s up?”
Tommy reached a hand out to help the man to his feet, which Sam accepted gratefully, taking a moment to dust himself off. “I’ve been assigned a wrongun Sam, and I intend to arrest them tonight!”
Sam chuckled, leading Tommy off to the side of the room and whacking one of the side panels in a peculiar pattern, causing a robotic arm with a tablet connected to it to pop out of the wall. Sam tapped a few things onto the screen, “catch a vigilante on your first night? I don’t think that’s been done before.”
“That’s why I’m going to be the first!”
Sam hummed, “have you gotten your information file yet?”
“Uh…” Tommy fidgeted with his fingers. He had gotten it, Phil gave it to him the second he revealed the news. But Tommy was a little excited, and kinda, maybe, forgot to read it. “Yes…?”
“You didn’t read it did you?” Sam asked, sending Tommy a knowing smile and a quirk of his eyebrow.
Tommy avoided the man’s eyes, a finger sheepishly scratching at his cheek. “I mean… It was so long and I- I am a busy man you know. Very busy all the time, there was so much to-”
Sam held up a hand, stopping Tommy mid rant with a patient smile on his face, “I know your first mission is exciting, but not reading your information files can lead to more dangerous situations.” Sam pulled up something else on his tablet screen as a panel on the wall started to slide open. “I’ll help you get in your suit and read you information as we go. Then I’ll actually let you go on your first patrol alright?”
Tommy nodded excitedly, his eyes glued on the moving panel.
It was slow, but eventually opened up like a closet door, and inside, was the coolest article of clothing Tommy had ever seen.
He knew that it would already be the perfect fit, seeing as all heroes in training did measurements with Sam right before their final test, and if they passed, they would receive their first mission and a brand new suit specifically tailored for them and their abilities.
His suit was entirely red with white accents throughout, and one of the main features of it was his mask. He specifically asked for a mask that would cover his whole head, because that’s what the really cool heroes had. It looked almost robotic, a visor fitted inside, giving his mask an almost cyborg feel. It also consisted of a thin material red hoodie, the hood up.
“Holy shit…” Tommy whispered in complete awe. He approached the case slowly, extending a hand to gently touch the material.
It was amazing. The feel, the look, absolutely… everything.
Sam appeared behind him, a hand landing on Tommy’s shoulder. “Welcome to being a hero Tommy. You’re going to do great.”
Tommy beamed.
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This suit was fucking awesome .
Tommy let out a whoop as he jumped across rooftops and ran for the outskirts of the city.
His visor gave him a digital map to follow, which had to be the coolest thing ever .
Agility was one of his strong suits, jumping rooftop to rooftop felt like nothing to him, in fact, it was even easier with the suit on, Sam had mentioned something about extra jump boosting abilities that he installed.
It was perfect, Tommy could feel his powers swirling like a storm inside of him, the consistent thrum of energy doubled as it buzzed alongside his own adrenaline.
Tommy’s powers were definitely the opposite of what anyone expected. He remembers quite clearly the day they all discovered his abilities. Tommy had accidentally solidly frozen a glass of water while spacing out about something. Techno was rolling on the floor in fucking laughter, calling Tommy a ‘literal Theseus’ who Tommy had no clue about. Until Techno gave him some greek mythology lessons later that day, and he had learned that Theseus was a demigod, son of Poseidon, then Tommy understood the absolute absurdity of it.
He was quite literally, according to the research he had done, Theseus, but without the godly blood (and without half of the drama). He was human, through and through, lucky to be one of the many born with powers. But his and Theseus’s abilities were quite alike, the ability to manipulate ice and water, increased agility, strength (though not even close to Techno’s own superhuman strength), and a practically limitless stamina, proved by him running miles upon miles on the treadmill in training classes, never seeming out of breath.
Techno had nicknamed him Theseus since, and it sort of stuck. Much to Tommy’s dismay. Even Puffy, one of his favorite training coaches, had started referring to him as such.
Tommy shook his head, there was no time to think about the past! He had to apprehend this vigilante!
Based on what Sam had told him, the vigilante was newer to the scene, starting to pick up attention just about three months back. They’d been chased down before by a small number of other heroes, but only when said heroes happened across him.
But Tommy? For him, taking down this odd, bee-themed villain would be his first priority (unless he happened across some crime). And Tommy had the advantage as well. Bee boy had been in action for the last few months. Tommy has been training for years . The second he turned ten he begged his father to let him go to heroes training school. Sure, his grades in actual school were… less than average, but he had passed all of his hero exams with flying colors.
And now he was an actual hero, at the young age of 17. Which wasn’t very common at all, most heroes graduating by the time they were 18 or 20. Tommy was just cool like that.
A flash of yellow atop a rooftop caught Tommy’s attention immediately.
He crouched behind a wall, peaking above it to get a better look. It was his target.
Bee boy was currently sitting on the roof, his legs swinging over the side of the building. From the looks of it, he was waiting for something. Perhaps some crime? Or maybe he was taking a break?
Tommy snuck over the wall and hung off the side of the building, leaping off the wall and catching himself silently on the next building.
He pulled himself up and over the ledge, ducking for cover behind a large vent.
A soft mutter was barely heard as Tommy crouched there, his heart pounding loudly in his ears.
Tommy took a breath.
In.
And out.
He lept around the corner, pulling out one of his main weapons that was paired with his suit, a beautifully made purple axe that he had lovingly named Clementine . But, the vigilante was nowhere in sight.
Tommy huffed, but his guard wasn’t down, he carefully approached the ledge, barely peeking his head over to see below.
There was nothing.
Tommy sighed in frustration, putting his axe away in its sling behind his back.
A sharp metal point suddenly presented itself to the back of his neck. Causing Tommy to freeze.
“Who are you?” An unfamiliar voice asked, their words were slightly muffled and distorted due to their respirator, something Tommy learned about from when Sam was going over details with him earlier that night. The person behind him shifted, the blade nicking a little deeper into Tommy’s neck, something that would surely draw some blood, Tommy being too slow to answer, “I said, who are you?”
Tommy smirked, “I’m your worst fucking nightmare you bee bitch.” Then he leaped forward and off the side of the building, letting out a whoop as he retrieved the grappling hook from his belt, and easily shot it for the building opposite of his fall.
Thank primes he had seven years of training under his belt.
Just as he pulled himself up and atop the rooftop, he could hear the vigilante take flight, loud buzzing filling his senses as he stood and faced his target for the first time.
Tommy wrinkled up his nose at the sight. The vigilantes' clothing choice was not made for stealth or the dark of night. The guy was practically covered in bright yellow.
His goggles and respirator mask were a bit more intimidating now that he was seeing him in the flesh. The grainy and blurred photos in awkward angles caught by a random passerby weren’t very good for getting much information out of, but hey, the bee really made himself known over the last couple months. The smaller districts he patrolled grew to have a bit of a soft spot for the illegal vigilante.
Tommy knew the criminals name, of course, the public referring to them as Apis. But Tommy liked to call him bee bitch, bitch boy, bee boy, bee, it was fun.
Apis grew nearer, and Tommy recongnized him to be holding a fucking spear in his hands. It was golden for some fucking reason, and long bladed, its handle intricately bound with black material, a spiral of gold twisting down the handle, glittering brightly against the darker tone.
Near the spear head was a green handkerchief, it’s ends slightly frayed and blowing wildly in the wind as Apis flew towards Tommy.
“Nice to meet you Apis,” Tommy shouted, “the name is Theseus! Are you ready for prison bitch boy?”
Apis frowned, well, Tommy assumed he frowned, he couldn’t quite tell with the respirator over the guy's face. “Why do you want us vigilantes in prison? We’re doing the same good as you, but we actually care about the smaller districts, which I don’t know if you realize, but they have far higher crime rates than the inner city.”
Apis landed in front of him, his spear at the ready as Tommy drew Clementine, ready to fight.
“It’s fucking illegal.” Tommy supplied, because it was, vigilantes were self-proclaimed, they could turn villainous at any given opportunity. “You lot could care less about all the legalities of hero work.”
“Legalities?” Apis scoffed, “is that all you care for?! Us vigilantes have families, friends , you expect us to just watch in horror as a mugger stabs our loved ones? No sign of any hero to save us?” His voice took a furious tone, “your legalities , expect everyone to never fight back at all, and if they do, they’re in trouble for using their powers, even in self defence! So if you bastards are only going to help those rich fucks, then someone else has to stand up for the people who have no one!”
They circled each other, sizing one another up, looking for any signs of weakness, something they could take advantage of.
“Then sign up for fucking hero training dumbass!” Tommy growled.
Then Apis attacked, spear stabbing towards Tommy. He was faster than Tommy expected, the spear slicing into his arm deeply. Tommy hissed in pain, feeling warm blood start to seep out from the wound.
He spared a glance at his suit, the material already stitching itself together, essentially becoming a wrap for the wound.
Apis watched curiously, pausing only for a second as Tommy did the same, they were both entirely too new to this.
Tommy took his chance, throwing his axe as hard as he could, Apis quickly rolling out of its path and back up to his feet.
The axe swung in an arc, circling back to Tommy, but Apis wasn’t expecting this, and this time the axe handle whacked the guy from behind his head, Apis falling forward at the sudden force.
Tommy took the distraction, practically jumping atop Apis and pinning the boy to the roof, wrenching his arms behind his back.
Those damn wings buzzed aggressively in his face, they were surprisingly sharper than he expected, forcing him to fall back and off of Apis.
Bee boy was quick to his feet, only slightly stumbling before pulling out another weapon that Tommy immediately recognized as a gun.
He froze, Apis suddenly becoming so much more of a threat.
“Don’t fucking come after me.” Apis threatened, “I just want to protect my loved ones.”
“Yeah, you’re really making me not want to arrest you by aiming a fucking gun at my head.” Tommy bit out, rolling his eyes. But he still didn’t move, not wanting to get fucking shot.
Apis seemed to grin, “I don’t kill.” He said simply, and he pulled the trigger. A dull twang sounded gently, a sharp pain hit Tommy in the forehead, even through his mask.
Tommy fell back in shock, his hands immediately reaching for his forehead but finding no blood, nothin, just a dull pain. A buzzing of wings was heard, and by the time Tommy sat up, Apis was gone.
Between his legs, was the ammo that had hit him in the forehead. An odd fucking rubber band in the shape of a bumblebee.
This bitch just shot him with a rubber band gun.
Tommy wordlessly scooped up the rubber band, absentmindedly wrapping it around his wrist and standing. He was already out, he might as well make his first patrol.