The Talk of a Past

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     I woke up in bed and looked over to the alarm Clock being five in the morning. I slowly slide out of bed peeling Tubbo's hands off of me. I walk to the kitchen and got out the ingredients to make the brownies. I started mixing the ingredients when the oven beeped telling me that the oven has finished heating up. I then poured the brownie mix into a brownie pan and stuck it into the oven to cook.

     I heard a creak come from the hallway the bedroom were at seeing a blond half asleep boy walk out and said in a half awake town "what are you-" he yawned covering his mouth then putting it down and continued "doing at six in the morning?" The boy asked.

     "Just baking something to cheer you up." I said with a smile. A beep was herd declaring the pastries done after being cheep with a toothpick coming out clean as a newly non used napkin. Tommy was now walking towards the couch. He face planted down on the couch and fell asleep again. "Oh, Tommy what are we going to do with you." I mumbled.

                                                {----Pov----} 

     I was on a street trying to get the villains who dared to rob the bank. A man come in and he took a swig of a red liquid in a bottle and knocked them out like nothing. The main who I new as 'The Blade' looked at me and sayed "who are you? You should leave the fitting to true heroes-" he took a breath I guess for 'dramatic' effect "Dream." He said it in a way that would usually be terrifying. 

     "Not all work has to be done by all the heroes they can also be taken by us vigilantes." I said. He looked at me through his pig mask with his eyes turned a bright red colour on his irises. "And for your question I'm just Dream a vigilante who wants to save people, that's all you get to know 'Pig'." I said staring at his red eyes glowing in the dark light of the night. 

     "It's illegal to fight crim without a hero's licence." Blade said staring back into my black dots for eyes in my mask. "And since you don't have one then I am aloud to take you to the police and they can put you in jail." He continued while looking up into the sky. "But, I am enjoying how you are making crime rate lower because you do intermediate the villains especially that devil of a racoon child." He brought up.

     "Racoon child?" I said tilting an eyebrow. "Oh, do you mean diabhal racún as in the villain?" "His name sounds like he picked a random name and thought it sounded cool and used it because he doesn't like to be racún which means racoon in English." I stated.

     "You know my brother Rialú Intinne used to call are younger brother that before he went missing." Blade say's sadly sanding a single tear form his right eye. "It was because he had similar powers to that villain to they both are racún's of fire." 

     "What if they are the same people?" I slowly said. "What if he ran away and decided to become a villain."

     "No, he wouldn't he loves Crow as his father he even stated he wanted to be a hero like all three of us." Blade said. "He- he looked up to us. He wanted to be a hero of flame and protect people until we lost him after he went missing."

     "What happened?"

     "He- . . . Got hit by a car hitting him in the head. Which caused him to-" he posed "he- lost his memory." He then slowly looked at me and continued "I need to go, I shouldn't of told you anything." He quickly spoke then jumped onto a building and dispersed into the night sky.

     Where ever he went I hope he is still alive and living wheal. I don't care if he could be diabhal racún he needs to be recited with his family. No matter what I'm going to try and help however I can. Tell then I need to get home and get ready for the next two weeks of planing to become king. I left the alley in the belle night of the kingdom my people call home.

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Translater:

Rialú Intinne ~ is Irish for 'mind control' 

Diabhal racún ~ is Irish for 'devil racoon' 

belle ~ is French for 'beautiful'

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