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Tommy stared at the wall. He had been doing the same thing for the past hour. He moved his hand slightly. Jolted as he was reminded of the stupid fucking cuffs around him. Now you may be asking what is happening?
Well you see he was a vigilante. Key word being was. You may wonder they had caught his wonderful self. Well the answer was they fucking ambushed him. There was so many heroes that he couldn't escape. He was fucking surrounded.
They had injured him seriously in the process. He wouldn't go down with a fight. Which is why he has fucking bruised ribs and a beaten up face.
The worst part was how they unmasked him. They fucking unmasked him. They didn't find much information on him. Only knowing that he ran away from a foster family. The family itself being magically can't contact yeah the fuckers just forgot about him.
They didn't find out about Tubbo though. That's good. That's all that mattered at this point. If he goes down atleast Tubbo isn't going down with him.
A funny thing however. Was that they had no clue what his name was. He had made so many names that they were at a loss. Was his name the one from the life he left behind? Was it the name that everybody called him now? It was something they couldn't figure out. Which he had found very funny.
What isn't funny however was that he thinks he's going to get tortured or some shit. I mean have you ever heard of a vigilante getting out of prison or 'rehab' as they call it? Exactly. No one has ever made it out.
He knows how shit the hero society was. He was very aware of that. So he has a few ideas of what is going to happen to him. One, he was going to be sentenced to life in prison. Second, they are going to torture the shit out of him until he gives information that he doesn't fucking have. Third, they'll force him to become a hero. All of them seemed fucking horrid.
One good thing was that they didn't know his quirk. Honestly only Tubbo knew his quirk. Even Tubbo had a hard time trying to understand what his power was. He was the only one who got the grasp of what it was.
It was that he does thing that are impossible. Literally. He does things that cannot be explained. Like he can make a room of flames diminish into just a small flicker of flame. Which explains why them trying to read his mind isn't working. He's able to resist that for whatever reason.
He tilted his head as he heard the door open. Glancing to the person at the door. Behold in all their glory was The Blade, Philza, and Captain Puffy. They were better than the last group who had visited him. All of them practically screaming at him. One of them slapped him. Which if he's being honest, he doesn't think that's allowed. It wouldn't be the first time a hero has broken a rule however.
Puffy stood in front of him. Her expression cold. Looking down at him with narrowed eyes. He makes sure to glare right back.
"Mellohi," Puffy stated, "We're going to try this again."
He hummed in return. Trying to be as smug as possible. To annoy the shit out of these fuckers.
She touched his head. Closing her eyes. Taking a deep breath. He felt a spark under his skin making him almost wince. But he didn't however.
After a minute or so she let go. Looking very annoyed. Good that's one thing he can actually can do. She turned to her colleges. They didn't bother moving outside of the room to talk. Which lovely of them.
"I don't know what is wrong," She looked at him before looking away, "He has the power damper cuffs." Huh yeah they didn't do shit to him, "But I still can't get anything."
He grinned giving them a slight wave. Puffy just glared. Philza sighed as he walked towards the seat in front of him. Doing the same everyone has done before him. They really need to learn they aren't getting shit from him.
"Mellohi," Philza demanded, "What's your power?"
He grinned once again, "None of your fucking business it what," He hummed looking at his nails, "You're not going to learn anything about me." As an afterthought he added, "What do you think you're going to learn from me?"
Philza narrowed his eyes, "I'm the one asking the questions."
He rolled his eyes, "You sound like every cop ever."
"I'm a hero mate." Philza replied.
Tommy nodded his head, "Exactly," He eyed him for a second, "Maybe actual cops can get information on me." He put a hand under his chin, "Nevermind they're just as shit as you guys are."
Philza's expression got stormier. Looking seconds away from strangling someone. Before suddenly standing up. Leaving the room as well. Along with Puffy. Which left him with The Blade. Which for fucks sake.
The Blade does seem like the guy to torture someone. Oh fuck are they are going to torture him?
"Are you going to fucking torture me?" He asked. The Blade made no response. He huffed, "That's not poggers."
The Blade looked at him in confusion, "What does that even mean?"
"You hero fucks wouldn't know." He mocked a smile pulling on his lips, "Of course you wouldn't."
The Blade just groaned, "That's all you've said for your time here."
He crossed his arms, "And that's what I'll only say."
The Blade didn't sit down. Looking down at him. Tension becoming more clear in the air.
"You had an accomplice with all your missions." The Blade stated blandly.
He tensed up slightly, "So fucking what?"
The Blade sighed, "We need to know who they are."
Tommy had to resist the urge to sneer at the fuck, "Yeah I'm not telling you shit," He clenched his fist, "There is no way you're getting to them."
The Blade looked at him before stating blandly, "You're close with this person then."
That made his tense up. What the fuck does that have to do with anything.
"Shut the fuck up," He seethed, "I won't say shit."
The Blade just stood up. Looking at him for a second more before heading to the door.
"You're going to speak soon," He spoke ominously, "It'd be better if you said anything now."
He grimaced, "How lovely."
The click of the door closing confirmed he was all alone. He sighed.
A guard came in the room. Grabbing his cuffs and dragging him back to his room.
Yeah this was just all dandy and shit wasn't it?