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Chapter One

"This just in, Sterlin' Skull has attacked our local bank on Northwest Road- Uh huh? Okay- We have an update on our latest report. It seems that a super hero has interfered with the villain, our reporters have yet to unmask who this hero is- Okay... Right! The bank heist has been updated that Sterlin' Skull has been caught and brought to our local authorities by no other then, Power Edd!"

Currently, a certain cola-loving brunette stood victoriously on the sidewalk, watching as they threw the villain, Sterlin' Skull, into a police car. He glanced at the crowd of people beginning to approach him, offering them a simple yet awkward smile.

"Power Edd, Power Edd! Can you tell us how the fight when down inside the building just a few minutes ago?" A reported began, the others also holding their microphones in Edd's face. Sweat rolled down his cheek as he nervously cleared his throat.

"A-ah, well, I was flying around town when I saw the heist and I kinda... went in the building and well- took him down...?" He answered, anxiety cracking in his voice. Though Edd always liked the idea of being around people and enjoying conversations, it took some time to get used to people running up to your face and asking a million questions you might or might not know the answer to.
The reporters seemed pleased with the response, then began to shout out more questions.

"Will you explain further more in detail?"

"Would you like how you got such abilities?"

"Are you able to shoot fire out of your hands, Power Edd?!" 

"The FitnessGram™ Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test-"

Edd awkwardly lifted his hands up in defeat, backing up and hoping to get away from all the news-reporters. But, instead of gracefully turning and flying off, the universe decided that it would create more drama.
Edd turned swiftly and was beginning to fly off, until he crashed into an unknowing stranger, sending Edd on top of the being as they were below him. The super hero has his hands on each side of the persons head, his legs straddling the strangers lower-half.

Without taking a glance, he immediately got off the person and began to fly off. "I'M SO SORRY-" He shouted before he was out of view. 

The reporters sadly began to walk away from the scene, while the person on the ground that was just tackled a few minutes ago sat up, still stunned and registering what the hell just happened.

The dusted-brown haired man glanced into the sky where the hero just flew off to, standing and padding off his checkered t-shirt and blue jeans. His pit-eyes turned back down to the ground, slipping his hands into his jean-pockets and walking down the pathway besides the road. Hearing the taps of his white vans stepping against the concrete, he entered a familiar scene, the Crummy Cafe.
An odd name for a cafe, but it was better then nothing.

The small bell attached to the door jingled in a delightful ring, giving notice that he entered the building. A familiar ginger immediately brightened up to the brunette, giving a small wave as the eye-pitted man glided towards the counter.

"Tim! It's great to see you again, the usual I'm guessing?" The ginger, having a upside down name-tag on his shirt saying 'Matt', beamed. Already taking a cup and writing 'Tim's' name on it.

'Tim' hummed in response, glanced around at the other people sitting and chatting to others. "Mm.. Oh, and Matt," 

Matt glanced up at Tim curiously, his eyes having their usual, gleeful sparkle. Tim gave a gentle smile as he finished his sentence. 

"It's Tom."