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Tim is cleaning a table, whistling softly. He's taken it upon himself to start at the bottom, manual labor.
And then he looks up at the door, and walks that way. Precognition, gotta love it.
At the exact instant he is standing before it, the door slams open to reveal... Tim Hunter. A few years younger, a little healthier, in better shape, but still Tim Hunter. Not in costume, but he's been wandering.
"Fuck, what's this? They send someone to check up on me?"
"Not quite. You left. I came back."
The Tim on the outside furrows his brow, and then his eyes widen. He starts to moving, dodging to one side as if he expects a blast. "Oh, shi-"
"No. None of that." The Tim in the bar makes a gesture, and the other Tim freezes in mid step. "There is no need of that. I'm not going to hurt you. But I do want you to tell me what you're doing."
"I'm bringing my world back."
There is a pause as the Real Tims eyes search his creations person. And then brighten. "My goodness. Isn't that orginal? Good show."
He steps forward, and then past his other self.
"All you."
And the real Tim is gone. Hellspawn blinks, several times, then steps through the door, plainly confused. And even more so when he is suddenly in costume.
The old one, the one that has a flowing cape, and short shorts that show off his legs almost to his crotch.
"AHHH!"
And then he looks up at the door, and walks that way. Precognition, gotta love it.
At the exact instant he is standing before it, the door slams open to reveal... Tim Hunter. A few years younger, a little healthier, in better shape, but still Tim Hunter. Not in costume, but he's been wandering.
"Fuck, what's this? They send someone to check up on me?"
"Not quite. You left. I came back."
The Tim on the outside furrows his brow, and then his eyes widen. He starts to moving, dodging to one side as if he expects a blast. "Oh, shi-"
"No. None of that." The Tim in the bar makes a gesture, and the other Tim freezes in mid step. "There is no need of that. I'm not going to hurt you. But I do want you to tell me what you're doing."
"I'm bringing my world back."
There is a pause as the Real Tims eyes search his creations person. And then brighten. "My goodness. Isn't that orginal? Good show."
He steps forward, and then past his other self.
"All you."
And the real Tim is gone. Hellspawn blinks, several times, then steps through the door, plainly confused. And even more so when he is suddenly in costume.
The old one, the one that has a flowing cape, and short shorts that show off his legs almost to his crotch.
"AHHH!"