it’d be one of those nights in south park, pretty uneventful for the most part. the heroes linger around at night, keeping crime away from the innocent. except. what’s a hero without stopping crime if there isn’t any? rolling his eyes, toolshed sat on a rooftop, gazing into the quiet town. it’s a bit… uncanny, to him at least. there’s no professor chaos with his crazy experiments to disrupt peace. a part of him wishes the mad-scientist-like guy would do such a thing. out of all the nights these guys had, this had been the slowest one.

crossing one leg over the other, toolshed spaced out momentarily, seemingly lost in his thoughts. an empty bottle of who-knows-what rested by his thigh. he shifted around every now and then, tools lightly clanking together on his belt. he stretched his arms above his head, letting out a yawn.

wait.

he snaps his head towards a rustling sound, standing up abruptly. he reaches to a side pocket to pull out his grappling hook. he launches it to the building over, moving his way over. back-flipping onto the edge with a heavy thunk, he stood there in complete silence. his sharp eyes caught something rather… interesting.

a shadow.

he knew mysterion wouldn’t be happy if he did this task on his own. but to be frank, he didn’t care.

he leapt from building to building, following this shadow—as it caught a glimpse of him. it knew who he was, apparently… otherwise, they wouldn’t be running. the wind blew his hair back with each jump or near fumble.

toolshed landed on his feet once they reached a dead end across the town. with a drill in hand, his eyes narrow. voice cold and sharp to maintain his fearless façade, he spoke up:

“you can show yourself. we can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

something about his aura tonight. he wasn’t in the mood to play games. it’s as if he gave his opponent no other option. for toolshed to assert this much power into the situation, he must be that damn bored and fearless.

he could be up against anything. anyone.

then again, does he stop to think? not really. he won’t call for backup. not for the life of him.

even if it meant getting his hands dirty.