Waiting for Tyco at his place, sitting on one of his tables, was a little handmade doll. Visible stitching, but clean. The clothes were obviously tailored by hand with upmost attention to detail. With a stitched smile and a shiny, red button eye. It looked EXACTLY like him. Uncannily so.
Sitting in it's lap was a little folded card with his name written on it. On the inside of the card was an address to Velvet's. Following the address was a note that merely read 'Return me.' - @hellthroned for yk who :)
Tyco shoved through his front door, already pulling a sleeve of his blazer off his shoulder and putting his key back on it's hook. He'd close the door with his foot and quickly tossed his blazer onto the back of the couch. Such a rush he hadn't yet noticed any signs on the intrusion quite yet.
"What a shit day... can't believe he couldn't get that shot right...," the fly grumbled to himself as he shuffled to his kitchen to pour himself a glass of whiskey neat - no time for ice. He needed it now.
Whiskey in one hand, he'd drag the other down his face as he glided over to the couch for his typical post-work routine of catching a movie on TV. Plopping down for a seat, that's when he noticed the new addition to the coffee table before he could even place down his drink.
Sitting there frozen in disbelief, the cyclops' eye stayed affixed to the little stuffed mini-me sat before him. As if the day couldn't get any weirder. Slender fingers reached out to try to touch it before quickly pulling back - an unsureness hung heavy in the air. Was this the only thing? How did anyone else get in? His head darted to the left and right scanning for any immediate signs but nothing and no one was in sight. His red eye darted down to his drink, back to the doll, the back to his drink. Tyco would proceed to knock back his whiskey, wipe his mouth, and place the glass onto the table with a rather heavy clink. He cautiously picked up the doll in one hand and the card in the other, turning it around to inspect it - incredible craftsmanship, he'd give whoever did this that much.
Upon flipping open the card and reading it's contents, the cyclops couldn't help but say out-loud, "Oh FUCK no." What sort of sick ransom letter was this? Did someone really think we was so stupid to just go to follow a home intruder to their home turf? It'd be a lie however to say the curiosity wasn't getting at him. Maybe typing the address into the search bar on his phone wouldn't hurt.
Tyco stared at his phone, face quickly contorting from confusion to a mix of concern and shock. Was this REALLY that one overlord he had the weird back-alley-across-the-street staring contest with the other day? A million ways this could pan out ran through his head like a messed up choose-your-own-adventure game.
"She probably has an air tag or some shit in this huh... I've seen crazy before," Tyco sighed out, "Guess I should go..." Deep breath - he'd slip the card into his pocket and stand up, snatching up the blazer previously thrown upon the back of the couch to put right back on. MAYBE - just maybe - if he plays his cards right, he could get something out of this. Or at least that was the thought as he picked up the stuffed cyclops' arm with a pinch. His free hand would quickly get some breath spray to try to cover up the whiskey smell before proceeding to swipe up his key from the hook. The lovebug braced himself before walking out the door, making triple sure he locked it this time...
He'd gingerly set the doll down on the car seat during his trip to the address. Upon arrival, he elected to keep it simply pinched - he wanted to touch this thing as little as possible if he could help it. Black polished leather shoes lightly clicked up the steps to the door, cautious steps were being taken here. Gazing up at the door, he gave it a once over scan accompanied with an exhale before buzzing in. "I've got your...," red eye darting around trying to see where any camera was, "...doll... thing. Like you asked."
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