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Pain.
He knew it well, felt it many times in his lifetime. Tommy knew how it sparked through his limbs, crackling through his blood as he writhed on the floor of a warehouse, or a training mat, yelling and cries around him piercing his ears.
It was like a friend to him, maybe his first. And only.
But…pain wasn’t like this.
Tommy drew himself up from where he was in a pool of his own blood, a pained whine escaping his cracked and bloody lips as he coughed. Shadows ate away at the walls of the alley around him, remnants of his power staying even after he had exhausted all of it. That much was evident in the blackness creeping up his arms, numerous scars disappearing beneath the tendrils. Fuck. He didn’t have much time. Pressing the panic button under his suit for the sixth time that night, he drew his bloodied fists up in front of him, gritting his teeth. Just a bit more… then Wilbur will come. He always does. He’ll save Tommy, he won’t leave him again.
Will he?
-or, Tommy gets kidnapped, and accidentally gains a family of villains.
I DO NOT SUPPORT NON CANON WILBUR. SUPPORT VICTIMS.