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tommy vc: ok but u literally killed ppl also tommy vc: pats

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other tomi voice: the key to any murder is to have fun and be yourself, okay, she was self-caring don’t shame her.

Sometimes, this whole alien superpowered bullshit sucked. Yeah, flying a robotic pterodactyl was pretty fucking awesome, as was the super strength and reflexes, but Kim was pretty sure she didn’t sign up to have a nemesis, or to swap bodies with said nemesis. Like this was some bad Disney movie where this was supposed to teach her a lesson about walking in someone else’s shoes, except Tomi was evil and there was no lesson to be learned. No, fuck this. 

Everything about this was unsettling. The blonde strands of hair, the slight slouch in her posture. Even the sound of frustration that she made was unfamiliar, and it made Kim want to find Tomi and grab her by the shoulders until whatever magic juju that got her into this mess decided to change them back.

Forty-eight hours. God, Kim was going to be sick. She could only pray that her friends would realize that it wasn’t her, that there was an imposter in her body, as crazy as it sounded. They were the Power Rangers. Things like this fell into their range of normal, didn’t it? The others would know her by now, after having spent months together. Never mind the fact that Kim barely felt like she knew herself on a good day. The thought of her friends not knowing had made her fingers dig into the tile on the bathroom counter, cracking into dust and she’d whipped her hand back. Her nails weren’t even painted the black that she always had. Green. Everything was fucking green.

No, the nails she’d spent last night painting were the ones that had made the scratch across her face.

Kim left school as soon as Tomi waltzed off in her her body, not caring about keeping up appearances. It wasn’t like the other girl was going to go to her gym class either. No, she spent the next two hours trying to figure out how to morph because if she was going to confront Tomi in her own body, it also meant she’d probably be fighting her team, and she wanted at least some protection for that. 

But without the coin, accessing the grid was impossible so Kim decided to use her righteous fury instead. Either way, she wasn’t going to let Tomi worm her way onto the ship. Which was coincidentally how she found herself staring down her best friends, all of whom were looking at her like the scum of the earth. She knew objectively that it was because she was in some fucking imposter’s body, but Kim couldn’t deny that it hurt. Because how many times had she imagined them looking at her like that, when they finally realized what a shit person she was? Turns out that the reality was much worse than anything her imagination could come up with.

No. Stop. Focus, Kim.

“I don’t want to fight. Just talk.”

This was a bad idea. This was almost as bad as Jason stealing a cow and wrecking his knee bad. But Kim walked into the diner, the little bell above the door tinkling cheerfully, and it was too late to back out now. Maybe she should have told one of the others, but she had been too flustered, too lost in her thoughts ever since her conversation with Tomi in the bathroom. The one where she all but admitted that she was the mysterious green ranger that had been kicking their asses left and right. Kim wasn’t sure why she had even told her, but there had to be an ulterior motive for it, right?

So here Kim was, standing awkwardly in the doorway of the local diner, watching Tomi Oliver bustle around in an honest to god uniform and she wondered whether she had walked into an alternate universe. She ducked her head slightly and slid into a booth in the back corner, just watching. 

She felt a bit like a creep, staring Tomi down like she might spontaneously burst into armor in the middle of a public place, but all she did was walk over with a coffee pot in her hand, looking the very picture of hospitality. Kim waited until she approached, a somewhat fake smile plastered on her face. It didn’t feel good, tapping into this place that Kim had tried so hard to shove away, but it was the only way she knew she might survive this encounter. Going toe to toe with Tomi physically would only end up with her getting her ass kicked. This way, she at least had a chance of figuring out why Tomi hated them so much. 

“Fancy seeing you here.”

*loud cough*