Push My Buttons || Will & Proton
It was time to return back to headquarters. The task of the day had been easy - there’d been absolutely no task at all, apart from run rampant in the streets of wherever the hell one wanted. Even though current HQ was in Mahogany Town, that didn’t stop Will from teleporting to his old stomping ground to cause trouble and earn a few bucks. Nowadays, he didn’t have to sit on the corner, acting as a street magician day-in and day-out….no. Nowadays, all he had to do was threaten someone for their money. He was small in stature, sure, but everyone knew that that big “R” meant, and few people were willing to haggle with a boy who was levitating them six feet in the air, invisible hand around their neck, cutting the path to their airways. It really didn’t take much, and it wasn’t as if Will would actually hurt them for real or anything. It was just intimidation. A cheap thrill for fast cash.
Anyway, the day was over now, and Mahogany Town’s peaceful aura was welcome after the hustle and bustle of Goldenrod. Honestly, though, that peace was only welcome for a while, to Will. It could get boring after a while. In addition, most of the other Rocket grunts weren’t necessarily friendly, but it was assumed that that’s just what came with being in a large crime syndicate. As Will made it to the building that was Just a Souvenir Shop, he nodded to the “sales clerk” before moving the gold cabinet that hid a set of stairs. Will continued down them, moving the cabinet back without a touch, and then towards an old, silver elevator that would take him to the bottommost floor. There’d be other grunts there, and hopefully they wouldn’t try to get any money off of him.
For a moment, Will gazed at his reflection in the silver of the elevator - his hair was a mess, and the woozy surface of the elevator didn’t help anything. He would have said “oh, how the mighty had fallen,” had he ever even been mighty to begin with. Unfortunately there’d never been anything might about him - even the destruction of the orphanage had been foolish, and there’s no way that act could have been construed as heroic or...mighty. He appearance merely reminded him of the scum he’d been, and the scum he remained. He brushed gloved fingers through his hair as the elevator dinged open and he stepped inside.
The lift was filthy inside. It nearly always was until the rare occasion that someone deemed to wipe a rag over the surfaces, something that apparently hadn’t happened in ages. Will sighed, leaning against the rail lining the enclosure, his mind going to the cash and wondering how much he’d actually gotten. He still hadn’t counted, and he probably wouldn’t be doing it anytime soon if he could avoid it. Too many other people around down there. Maybe he if just checked his pockets really fast while he was still on the elevator…
Right as he began to slide his hands into his pockets, and right as the elevator door was closing, there was another loud ding. The doors reopened. As soon as Will saw who was standing outside, mask meeting those sharp eyes, the boy panicked and thrust the money back into this pockets.
From the very beginning, Will could tell he wasn’t going to like that asshole. He just looked like an asshole - that was the only way to describe his appearance, really. There was nothing about the man that said otherwise. Narrowed eyes, upturned nose, hair of an atrocious color. No...from the very moment, there was nothing about him that was friendly, even if he acted otherwise. Will could always tell when someone lacked sincerity, and well….
“..................”
He deigned to say nothing. It would be better that way.
