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angelscherryblossoms · 2 months

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You were casually walking down the streets of L'manburg one dark night when you felt a strong hand grasp your arm. Within moments, you had been dragged into an alleyway by the Siren himself, and he held a knife to your neck. Dream, the #1 hero, stood by, wanting to rescue you but also not wanting for you to get hurt. "Siren, let the girl go." Dream commanded.

"Hmm... no."

You didn't know what to do. So you interrupt their conversation with a yell. "distraction tactic!" Then you kiss Siren. It wasn't a rough kiss but it also wasn't a peck. It was a light kiss and when you pulled away Siren and Dream were both in shock that neither of them went to stop you as you moonwalked out of the alley way and back into the streets of L'Manburg. "...." "...." Silence... "WHAT THE FUC-" Siren shouted *later* Wilbur went home. When he opened the door his dad, Philza, was in the kitchen making tea as his twin brother, Techno, and his younger brother, Tommy, were watching some thing on tv in the living room. Wilbur was still in shock and just slumped onto the couch. His family stared at him "um.. mate are you ok?" Philza asked. All three of his family members now standing in the living room, looking at him. "is it normal for a hostage to kiss you?" Wilbur asked, looking at them Lots of questions were asked that night

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fight-the-corn · 3 months

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The next time I saw him, I really didn't know why he was there. In my room. Again. This time, I'd had another tough night. It wasn't as bad as some of the other nights. I was still healing from a few days ago - I think I sprained my wrist when I tried to catch myself after a particularly bad push. A previous black eye was in the process of healing, which unfortunately meant I had greenish yellow bruising around my eye. I looked like shit, and I knew it. Not a problem though, because nobody would be seeing me, or so I thought.

I walked into my bedroom, and immediately saw the Blade in my bed, leaning against the headboard, sitting on top of the covers. I gasp and do a double take from surprise, then realized it was only him.

"Another hero fight?"

"Nope."

His response took me by surprise. Why would he come here of his own accord? After a moment of processing, I asked him.

He looked up. "Wanted to talk to you."

"Why?"

He shrugged. "Looked into you. You're pretty interesting."

"What's that supposed to mean? Both of those statements - why would you look into me and what makes me interesting? "

He just looked at me. The mask was not only unsettling, it also made reading his expressions very hard.

"What?"

"Are you joking or do you seriously want an answer? "

"Of course I want an answer, why else would I ask?"

"Well, I was in your house a week ago. Wanted to make sure you didn't report anything. Also wanted to check out your background so there wasn't just some rando who saw me doing weird stuff. "

"Did I pass?"

"Yep."

"Ok." There's an awkward pause for a second.

"If I passed, why did you come back?"

He raised an eyebrow. "I still owe you that favor, don't I? Wanted to see if you'd thought about it at all."

"Oh. No, I haven't. Do I have a deadline? "

"Nah. Favors last forever, until they're repaid. We just don't like owing people favors. "

"That's understandable. Can I ask, what do people use favors for, usually? I just don't know what to do with it. "

He looked at me with a knowing look. "It's not uncommon for people to use their favors to get out of situations that are less than ideal. Whether that be setting up a new life with fake documents and a place to live, a little extra cash, or taking care of some people, you understand?"

His comment reminded me of the company I was in at the moment. A person who was a dangerous villain, one who killed. It also reminded me that he saw my injuries. I unconsciously reached up and touched my face, feeling a tender part of my jaw and ghosting my fingers over my eye.

I realized he was waiting for an answer. "Um, thank you, I'll keep that in mind, but I don't think I'm gonna use my favor yet."

He doesn't respond, just nods.

"One more question though, sorry."

"Hm."

"Um, if I decide to use a favor, how would I get in touch with you to ask?"

He's quiet and unmoving for a second. I start to backtrack, worried I made a mistake asking. "I mean, it's fine if there's not a way, don't worry about it..."

He replies "No, there's a way. I'll give you the phone number for the Syndicate. Share it with anyone, and you're dead. It doesn't matter who picks up, just ask for me and you'll get through. "

I nod. "Thank you."

He gets up off the bed. "Look kid. I'm glad we got that sorted, but seriously, don't let them treat you like this. " He motions to your face, I'm all of its bruises glory. "Have some self respect." Before I can respond , he's out the window.

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