The fight broke out almost instantly, though the Parr was confused as to why several men would attempt to attack a guy in a costume. Now the costume didn’t mean he was any good, but it did mean he was potentially crazier than them. Still, a few good hits in, some bruises obtained, but ultimately the day saved.
Jack-Jack stood triumphantly by with a manhandled backpack in one hand, over the groaning figures scrambling to get out of his way. He watched them leave, spewing curses back at him. It was probably safer to flee the scene, but he did have the backpack. Why did it look so familiar? Wasn’t this–That was the keychain he gave Benji last christmas!
A shot of panic overcame him as he held the bag and eyed it, realizing that there was a chance the ‘victim’ was suffering more than just physical damage. He needed to find him! He needed to be there for him! Benji freaked out when the lights suddenly clicked off or a loud noise went off.
Immediately he began checking the nearby hide-away places Benji could have gone to to get away from the men chasing him. “I-I have your bag! Hey, where are you? I just want to return it!” he called out, trying hard not to call out Benji’s name.
Benji was hugging his knees and sitting behind a trash can, fairly obscured by it. His heart was still racing, but his ears were listening intently to what was going on. There appeared to be a fight of sorts, but the whole situation was confusing. As much as Benji wished they wouldn’t find him, he knew they’re be looking around for him. The most he could do was sit there and pray for the best.
He let out a small sigh, feeling sorry for himself. He never understood why bad things happened to good people. Wasn’t it supposed to be the other way around? Why couldn’t the good stick with the good and the bad stick with the bad? His eyes were starting to tear up, the more he thought about this, the more it was reminding him of what happened to his mother.
Before he could think too much into it, however, he heard a voice calling out for him. He peaked out from behind the trash can, looking for who was calling him. The second the man walked in front of the alley way, their eyes (or what Benji assumed because he was wearing a mask) met and the brown haired boy quickly ducked back. What the hell?? Why was that guy dressed like that? Why was he looking for him. Benji started to panic all over again.
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