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Children of the night

Summary:

Its the middle of the night, and lurking under a street light is a moth, but he's... too human. A split dye of black and white hair covers his eyes, and fangs peep from his mouth. The closer Tommy gets, the more abnormal the figure seems.

Looking to the street light he notices what the figure is observing, before it turns to him. The lamp flickers, and the figure is gone.

Approaching the street light, a wanted poster seems to be adorning it, but the poster swaps from the moths face, to his own.

Notes:

I do not support the content creator known as Wilbur Soot, but if you do, I'm not going to stop you reading this, so please enjoy.
This is entirely based on their fictional characters, not the content creators.

!! THIS IS STILL IN PROGRESS !!

Chapter 1: Wanted Posters

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Its 08:34pm, December 28th

Tommy is on the closing shift at his fabulous cafe, run by non-other than Puffy Cara. “Cotton Coffee”. Tommy runs through the familiar movements of making Hot Mocha.
The cafe is similar to a 90s diner, however instead of the classic red and white look, it's a blue and brown dimension with Nautical decor.

Tommy himself has blonde short yet fluffy hair, with gleaming blue eyes, that have been dulled out from the relentless hours of customer service. Puffy thought it would be
ever so funny to have everyone dress as such, boat sailors. Foolish and Kate {Puffy’s children} were much more accepting of this rule, apposed to Tommy, who feels like a puppet on strings.

So, he is wearing a long brown trench coat, circle glasses, big boots, a sailor pirate hat and far too much gold jewelry.

“I look pretentious”, He mutters, seeing Puffy’s gleaming smile. He seems to think she looks like a proud mother, but would never voice this, for his own sake. He doesn’t mind too much,
he's never really had a family, or not one that would look at him that way, anyway.

He smiles, thinking back over this memory, before look to the clock, to which it instantly drops.
08:36pm. It had been two minutes.
He lets out a low groan and trudges to the back room to see if Kate can cover the rest of his shift.

“Kateee!” , He calls, and she turns to face him.

She has long brown hair, and dark brown eyes that contrasts to her clear pale skin, adorned with various freckles. Tommy rolls his eyes upon noticing her hoodie, merch of the number
1 hero, Dream. Of course, she’s always been such a fangirl. He swears Shes obsessed with the guy, though she claims it's just a ‘he’d be a great brother’ thing. He rolls his eyes again,
knowing how much her older brother, Clay, seems to have an on and off relationship with her. He seems to spoil her, but also seems to disregard her. She has two dark brown fox ears with green
accents, and 2 fox tails, also with green accents.

“Yes, Tommy?”
“Can you take the rest of my shift? I’m still exhausted from the rush earlier today.”
She laughs softly, pulling his hat over his face, “What's in it for me?”
“I’ll buy you chicken nuggets on break tomorrow”
“BET”, she yells, running past him and into the front room.

He lets out a sigh of relief, taking off the stupid hat and glasses. He unbuttons the coat, but decides to leave it on, for the sake of not getting frost bite. Sighing, he grabs his red backpack and
trudges out the front of the cafe, giving a simple wave to Kate.

 

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L’manburg is always so cold at night. The only light being the simple glow of street lamps that go across every street, every 1/7 seemingly broken, or rapidly
flashing. His walk back is long and tedious. He checks his watch, its 11:24. He groans.

Its the middle of the night, and lurking under a street light is a moth, but he's... too human. A split dye of black and white hair covers his eyes, and fangs
peep from his mouth. The closer Tommy gets, the more abnormal the figure seems.
Looking to the street light he notices what the figure is observing, before it turns to him. The lamp flickers, and the figure is gone.
Approaching the street light, a wanted poster seems to be adorning it, but the poster swaps from the moths face, to his own.

He picks up the wanted poster, looking into the photo. He finds his eyes looking back at him, blinking and grinning. This causes raccoon tail to straighten out
and his raccoon ears to shoot up.
Screaming, he drops the poster and runs, his eyes closed. He’s panting after about 10 minutes, trusting his legs to take him home. Thats until he feels something warm
press against him. His throat is horse as he looks up, greeted by a tall, worried looking figure.
He stares into the eyes of the stranger, brown eyes staring back. Tommys eyes are darting between the Olders two eyes, tears streaming down his face.

“Are you okay?”, the older asks. His voice is like black coffee, but something about it is so comforting. He’s wearing a putrid yellow jumper that seems to match that of mustard.
He has circle glasses, similar to the ones he was forced to wear for his stupid costume, which he looks amazing in, by the way. The man is also in black jeans and black boots that add zero
height to him, but he still pulls it off.

“Kid? You listenin’?”
Tommy shakes his head, leaving his thoughts. Panicking, he steps back a couple, stumbling, “ S-s-sorry!!” He stutters, before turning and running.
“Kid, wait..! Fuck!”

Tommy hears the dialing of the phone behind him and runs quicker, using his raccoon agility to get over bins, over walls, and eventually have a quicker route back. He gets lost eventually and finds himself in a dead-end of an alleyway. He falls, his back against the wall, sitting on the floor, trying to figure out who that man was, who the moth was, and why the fuck he had wanted posters. *what did I do? Why are people after me? I can’t be on the run again. I got out with Tubbo and Ran, we moved country, how did they find me?*
Once he's sat, only then does he realize that the entire alleyway he's backed into, is covered with wanted posters, every single on adorning his face, all making direct eye contact, the eyes following his every movement. He begins sobbing into his knees, refusing to lift his head.

They shift. The eyes roll to the back of the skulls, and then look up from the bottom, a slightly more vibrant shade of blue, and the blonde hair grows out. Then, a mask forms onto of the face, a gasmask. Tommy doesn’t notice this yet, until he hears a sound and slightly looks up through his arms and bangs.
A tall, blonde man with big crow wings, identical to the man in the photos, lands before him, his hands are gloved with leather, and he wears a long green robe, accented by golden patterns and single golden ribbon on his right chest. The gas mask is tinted red around the rim of the eyes. He also has tall lace up black boots on.

The man outstretches a hand to Tommy, “You alright, mate?”.