TommyInnit's guide to vigilantism (and how not to die as one)

by Captain_Blue

Summary:

“I know.” Tommy says, after he removes the mask, “fucking frost claws was mugging some poor lady, and sliced my arm before running off.” he says, as he sits on the floor, and pealing off his sweat shirt, so Purpled can see his wound.

“Fuck.” Purpled breaths out, “I’m going to need to stitch these up.” he says.

“Yay.” Tommy says unenthusiastic, “I was hoping we could just slap one of Tubbo’s bee band-aids on hit and call it a night.” he deadpans, “ I’m so tired from workin’ Sam's.

“Want me to numb it.” Purpled asks.

“Naw, too expensive.” Tommy says, “save it for when we really need it.”

or, TommyInnit is a vigilante, and finds a unconscious Zephyrus, and heals him... chaos ensues...

[your POG guide to vigilantism -Crimson]

 

(Is discontinued, unless I get more ideas or if someone else want to write the end, see chap 22 for more info)

Notes:

so I'm starting another big fic.

this idea has been living in my head rent free for like two months, and I finlay put my self to it.

enjoy!

Chapter 1: tip 1: get your self some pog roommate(s)

Notes:

hey first chapter, exsactly 1k words XD.

TW: description of injuries

TW: no pain revelers/numbing.

TW: at home stitching (don't do this at home, got to the hospital)

Tommy: ( shared with you and image)

[image description: left bicep, with four deep cat like claw marks in a red long sleeve]

 

Purpled: the fuck man?

 

Tommy: frost claws again.

 

Tommy: i'll be home in 3

 

Purpled:  🤦 don't bleed out.

 

Tommy: not planning too “)

 

“Ugg.” Purpled says, putting his phone back in his pocket.

 

He walks into the bedroom and pulls one of the old sheets with a few holes, and old blood stains on it, out from under the bed.

 

He lays the sheet out on the ground and goes to the bathroom to get the first aid kit.

 

He waits in the living room by the door.

 

He hears a wight hit the apartment door, and he runs over opening it.

 

In the open doorway stands the vigilante, Crimson.

 

They are clutching their left biceps, as the red sweatshirt they always wear soaks through with blood.

 

“Tommy, you are so lucky Ran, and Tubbo, are not here.” he says, reaching up to remove the blond vigilante’s mask.

 

“I know.” Tommy says, after he removes the mask, “fucking frost claws was mugging some poor lady, and sliced my arm before running off.” he says, as he sits on the floor, and pealing off his sweat shirt, so Purpled can see his wound.

 

“Fuck.” Purpled breaths out, “I’m going to need to stitch these up.” he says.

 

“Yay.” Tommy says unenthusiastic, “I was hoping we could just slap one of Tubbo’s bee band-aids on it and call it a night.” he deadpans, “ I’m so tired from workin’ the dinner. 

 

“Want me to numb it.” Purpled asks.

 

“Naw, too expensive.” Tommy says, “save it for when we really need it.”

 

“Okay.” Purpled says, washing Tommy’s wound out with antiseptic.

 

Purpled pulls out the needle and some thread, and starts stitching up the claw scratches.

 

Tommy sucks through his teeth, as Purpled pokes through his skin, blunt nails digging into his palm, as pain wraps around Tommy’s arm.

 

⛛

 

Tommy walks out of the bathroom, rubbing his hair with a towel to try and help dry his blond curls.

 

It took him ten minutes to finish his shower will not get his stitches wet. 

 

The water was cold, because they can’t afford an apartment with warm water. 

 

“Hey, Tubbo.” Purpled says,sitting on the couch,  as someone enters the apartment.

 

“Hey, how was work?” Tommy asks, leaning against the wall in the hallway to the bedroom, and bathroom.

 

“Just fine.” Tubbo says, “Ranboo, had to deal with a karen.”

 

“I would not say she was a karen.” Ranboo says, walking into the apartment, an apron around his waist.

 

“I think you forgot something.” Tommy says pointing to the apron.

 

“Oh!” Ranboo says, looking down at the apron, “I guess I did.” 

 

“Boo she was most definitely a karen.” Tubbo says, walking into the kitchen, to put a kettle of water on the stove, “she was literally demanding for you to get fired over giving her decaf not regular!”

 

“It was my fault.” Ranboo says, “I messed up, Tubbo, anyway Puffy would not fire me over that.” 

 

“That does not mean that woman can screech at you like that!”

 

“Tubbo, calm down.” Purpled says, “I can hear the tea pot.”

 

“Shit.” Tubbo says, running back into the kitchen.

 

“Ran, you want ramen?” Tubbo yells from the kitchen.

 

“Yes please.” the taller responds.

 

“Tommy, have you eaten anything?” Ranboo asks, hanging the apron up with their jacket.

 

“Ya.” Tommy lies.

 

Purpled gives him a disbelieving look.

 

“Oh go fuck off.” Tommy hiss.

 

⛛

 

The group of four watched a documentary on acacia trees (very pog), and Tubbo fell asleep.

 

Ranboo carried him off the to bedroom, then went into the bathroom himself to brush his teeth.

 

Ranboo and Tubbo are sharing the bed tonight, well Purpled had the couch, and it was Tommy’s turn to sleep in the sleeping bag on the floor.

 

“Man, you think with all four of us working we could afford a better apartment.” Tommy says, miserable on the floor, in his Disney 'cars’ sleeping bag.

 

“Ya it’s amazing how much ramen noodles cost in today's economy.” Purpled says, “now go to sleep. I got work later.” he says rolling over so his back is to Tommy.

 

“Did you see the headlines?” Tommy asks, “Siren, and Zephyrus, where spotted near us.”

 

“Yes.” Purpled says, “now sleep!”

 

⛛

 

Tommy’s walking home from another long day working at Bad&Sam’s dinner. It’s about eleven pm. He might go out for a few hours after he gets home.

 

He hears a crash-like sound come from an alleyway.

 

Now a normal person would have just kept walking, but Tommy was a bit curious, so he went against every instinct to go home and went to see what that noise was.

 

He enters the alleyway and finds none other than syndicate member Zephyrus, lying in a dumpster, body lip, and bloody hole in his abdomen. 

 

“What idiotic fucker would stab Zephyrus?” he mumbles to himself, walking closer to the unconscious super-villain.

 

Sure enough there is an ugly stab wound right above his left hip.

 

“Oh this is going to be a bitch to heal.” Tommy says, shifting his shape to the hero’s healer, lemon.

 

He places his hands on the villain's wound as golden light pours out of his hands into the wound healing it.

 

His head starts to pound as the wound closes up.

 

When the wound is healed, only a silver scar is left.

 

Tommy shifts back into himself, and takes two steps over to a rubbish bin, and retches into it.

 

After he is done releasing his stomach contents, he puts the round lid back on the bin, and slides down to the floor, and closes his eyes.

 

‘I'm just going to rest for a minute.’ he tells himself, but just as he colossus his eyes something grabs his shirt collar, and pulling up, so he is standing.

 

He cracks open his eyes, and is met with the black veil of the number one super villain Zephyrus.

Chapter 2: tip 2: help everyone, just be careful...

Notes:

sorry about that cliff hanger peeps.

well lets see what happens

enjoy!

thanks megreads22, Reeddee, ZKatNS, Solar_eclipse2008, avo_codi, paruline, SioraiDragon, I_steal_Peoples_Genders, ghostinthewallsandfloors, DraconiumWolf, xXWinter_JonesXx, Inkyofthenight, and 6 guests

:D

TW: Non-Consensual Drug Use

TW: violence

TW: past minor amputation (idk just want to be careful)

(I totaly did not alredy post this chater then deleat it :] )

He cracks open his eyes, and is met with the black veil of the number one super villain Zephyrus.

 

‘Do say anything stupid’ Tommy tells himself.

 

“OI, what the fuck!” Tommy says.

 

“What did you do to me?” the villain says, voice metallic through his voice changer. Obsidian black wings puffed out behind him.

 

“I healed your fucking stab wound bitch!” Tommy yells.

 

“You…” Zephyrus starts before looking down at the bloodstained hole in his signature green robe.

 

“You have healing power?” he asks, looking at the scar.

 

“Kinda, now put me down, my head hurts like bitch.” 

 

The villain looks at his face.

 

“You looked under my veil, didn't you?” he accuses.

 

“Why the hell would I want to see your ugly face.” Tommy says, “If i wanted to tell the police your secret identity I would have just turned you in.” he adds, “now put me down fucker.”

 

He lets go of Tommy’s collar, and Tommy slides to the floor.

 

“Well…uh… get home safe.” Zephyrus says, before fanning out his wings, and flying out of the ally.

 

“Ya.” Tommy says, “fuck you too.” Tommy says, pulling himself up, and starts walking home again.

 

⛛

 

Tommy walks into the apartment, walks up to the empty couch, and passes out.

 

⛛

 

“-eroes Prometheus, and Dream where spotted fighting, the villains, Siren, and Zephyrus, in the snowchester area of L’manberg city today.” a female reporter says from the tv.

 

Tommy cracks open an eye to watch the shaky footage.

 

Zephyrus is up in the air dodging fireballs from Prometheus, and on the rooftop Siren runs from Dream going incorporeal through a wall, which Dream runs into.

 

Siren is taunting the lime green hoodie wearing hero, well Dream uses his power to fly up to the top of the wall where Siren is standing, taunting him.

 

All of a sudden the camera zooms in on Zephyrus as Dream turns his attention to the winged villain, and throws a knife like piece of metal at the villain. The metal pierces the villain right above the hip, and the villain screeches for his crows, as the footage is cut off.

 

“As you can see the villain Zephyrus gets injured and calls in a flock of crows, causing the brave filmier to have to leave.” the reporter says, “it is unknown what happened to either villain after this-” 

 

the tv turns off.

 

“You're awake, now you can explain to me why you walked in and passed out.” Purpled says, “Ranboo and Tubbo, went out. We have time to talk.”

 

⛛

 

Out of Tommy’s three roommates, Purpled is the only one who knows he has powers.

 

Purpled has his own powers. He has the ability to control water (and other liquids).

 

Tubbo is a goat hybrid, but (as far as Tommy knows) does not have powers, and neither does Ranboo.

 

Purpled found out about Tommy’s power about nine months ago. When he was cutting carrots for dinner, he accidentally sliced off the tip of his finger.

 

Tommy had shifted into the hero healer, Lemon and healed him.

 

Now Purpled helps Tommy when he gets hurt (because Lemon's power wont work on Tommy), and helps him keep his work as a vigilante a secret from Tubbo, and Ranboo.

 

⛛

 

“Did you tell him your name?” Purpled asks.

 

“No.”

 

“Were you followed?”

 

“I don’t know.” Tommy says, “I felt like I was dying.”

 

“Did you see Siren anywhere?” Purpled asks, “they were together on the news.”

 

“No I did not see the fucker.”

 

“What fucker?” Tubbo asks, walking into the apartment.

 

“Some guy at work.” Purpled lies.

 

⛛

 

Tommy is at work, at ‘Bad&Sam’s Dinner’. He is currently scrubbing down the counters, well Purpled waits tables.

 

“Hey there blondy.” Someone says.

 

Tommy looks up to see a lanky, brunet man, with round framed glass on his face, sitting down in a bar stool in front of Tommy.

 

“What the fuck you want?” Tommy responds, ever great with customer service (he is so lucky Sam is managing right now, he does not want to be called out for swearing again this week).

 

“Wow, what great customer service.” they say, “can I get a black coffee to go, and an apple walnut muffin. “ they ask.

 

“Sure, but why the hell, you want black coffee at seven twenty-four, pm.”

 

“It’s not for me.” the man says, “it’s for my brother. He said he is going to be up late tonight.”

 

“So the muffin’s for you?” Tommy asks, heating up the coffee pot.

 

“Ya, my anity-social fuck of a brother drove me but wont just come in to get his own damn coffee.” the man responds.

 

“Can I get a name for the order?” Tommy asks, black marker in hand to write on the cup.

 

“Wilbur.”

 

“Your’s or his?” 

 

“That’s mine.” the man, Wilbur says.

 

Tommy starts writing on the cup.

 

“Wil, we need to go, so hurry up.” another man says, walking into the dinner. Long pink hair braided down their back.

 

“Okay, Techno.” Wilbur says, truing in the spring bar stool, “see what I have to deal with Tommy?” Wilbur asks, turning in his chair to face Tommy.

 

“How do you know my name?” Tommy asks.

 

"The name tag.”  Wilbur responds, pointing to the name tag pined on Tommy’s black apron.

 

“Fuck you wise guy.” Tommy says, handing Wilbur the cup of coffee, which just gets handed to the outer man, Techno.

 

“Wow he has a mouth.” Techno observes, taking a sip of his coffee.

 

Tommy flips Techno off well placing an apple walnut muffin in a bag.

 

He slides the bag over to Wilbur.

 

“Thanks.” Wilbur says, standing up, and pulling a twenty out of his pocket, “keep the change you little gremlin.” Wilbur says, smiling and walks out of the dinner with his brother.

 

⛛

 

Tommy is walking home. Purpled is still at the diner closing up, well Tommy is walking home so he can change into his vigilante outfit, and go on patrol, when someone jumps from an alleyway.

 

They pull him back into the alley, and a calloused hand holds a rag up to his face.

 

He tries not to breathe in. The cloth most likely has some chemical on it.

 

His lungs burn to try and get some air, and he breathes in.

 

His vision starts to go blur as the chemical sets in. 

 

The last thing he sees is the boar mask of Blade staring down at him.

Notes:

another cliff hanger!

:]

wonder whats going to happen to him now.

Chapter 3: tip 3: don't get kidnapped (especially by super villains), and if you do, don't make them too mad.

Summary:

Wilbur: Gremlin child?!?

Techno: Gremlin child. :|

Wilbur: Gremlin child...save dad?

and more XD

Notes:

yoo lets see what happens to our blond boy.

enjoy!

thanks Quarrelsome_quails, Napsforlife, ThatArrowThing, OkieEnoughh, and 5 guests for your kudos.

TW: kidnapping.

TW: TommyInnit (XD )

“Oh you have gotta be kidding me.” Siren says, looking at his brother, as he gets in the driver's seat.

 

“It’s the same kid.” Blade says, putting the keys in the ignition, “he is wearing the same old red, and white sweatshirt he had on when he healed Zeph.”

 

“But that’s the same gremlin child.” Siren says, “that’s the same kid who was working at Bad&Sam’s.” he says. 

 

“I know let's just get him to the hideout before he wakes up.”

 

⛛

 

Tommy opens his eyes, he is in a room with concrete walls, floor, and ceiling. From how much he can see there is only one door in the entire room, and a serenity camera in one corner.

 

He looks down and sees he is sitting in a wooden chain, with his hands and feet zip tied to the chair.

 

He cant feel his hands or feet from them being in the same position for too long.

 

“If you're looking for ransom money, I’m broke, you ass!” Tommy yells looking directly at the camera.

 

He hears the door creek as it opens, and he looks to see (shit) Blade walk in.

 

Blade as in number two super villain Blade.

 

He’s fucked.

 

“So…” Blade says.

 

“The fuck I’m here?” Tommy asks.

 

“You're here, because I have a few questions for you.”

 

“Fire away, fucker.” 

 

Blade sighs, “you as bad as Siren '' he mutters to himself.

 

“So, why did you heal Zephyrus?” Blade asks.

 

“Becues, he might be a super villain but the fucker does not deserve to rot in some shity alleyway in snowchester.” Tommy spits.

 

“Why did you not just turn him in?” Blade asks.

 

“Ugh!” Tommy says, “do you think I fucking care.” he says, “the system is shot, and they would just lock him up. I’m assuming he has family who would have wonder what happened to him”

 

“Is that it?” Blade asks.

 

“I mean it comes with the benefit of not having the syndicate hunt you down and kidnap you.” he says, “Oh wait! They did!” he snaps.

Blade sighs.

 

“Siren!” he says.

 

“Ya boss?” Siren says, walking right through the wall, then turning corporeal again, and giving Blade a joking two finger salute.

 

Blade shakes his head, “your turn.”

 

“So… tell me if you lied during this interrogation.” Siren says, his voice as sweet as honey, and melodic as a classical piano piece. 

 

“No.” Tommy responds involuntarily.

 

“Hm.” Siren hums, “well you're probably hungry. Want some McDonald's?” he asks.

 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Tommy asks.

 

“Well we kinda kidnapped you over healing Zeph.” Siren says, “you probably missed dinner, so it would be rude to dump you and run.”

 

“How are we going to get McDonald's?” Tommy says, “they will call in the heroes.”

 

“Not if I tell them not to.” Siren says, smiling, but Tommy can tell if it reaches his eye because of the dark blue blindfold-like mask he wears.

 

“You have got to be kidding me.” Tommy says.

 

“Nope.” Siren says, crossing his arms and smiling.

 

⛛

 

“You-you-you-'' the girl at the McDonald's drive through, stutters.

 

“Are very handsome and the third most wanted super villain of L’manberg city?” Siren asks, “why yes I am, and you will not be calling the authorities on me.” Siren says, sitting in the driver's seat of a black SUV with tinted windows, using his Siren voice.

 

“uh... what would you like to order?” she asks, nervously pushing a stray strand of brown hair behind their ear.

 

“Why, I would like a cheeseburger, medium french fry, and root beer for myself, and what would you like?” he asks, looking at Tommy, who is in the passenger seat.

 

“Uh, a ten piece chicken nuggets and a coke.” Tommy says.

 

“What sauce?” she asks, bouncing her hand up and down on the counter in a nervous tick.

 

“Ranch.” Tommy responds.

 

Siren slowly turns to him, and stares at him (he thinks, the mask makes it hard to see where he is looking)

 

“You are so wired.” Siren says.

 

“You should try it first fucker.” Tommy hiss.

 

“Sorry about his language, he got kidnapped.” Siren apologized to the girl.

 

“It’s okay.” she says, quietly.

 

“So, how much?” he asks.

 

“Hun? Oh, your total is thirteen dollars and thirty-three cents.” she says, “cash or card?” she asks.

 

“Cash.” Siren says, placing a twenty dollar bill on the counter.

 

“Okay.” she says, putting the money in the register.

 

She goes to hand Siren his change.

 

“Keep the change, for keeping yourself together, and not panicking too much.” Siren says, giving her a smile.

 

“Thanks.” She says, “Here is your order.” she says, handing Siren two cups and a paper bag.

 

“Have a good night!” Siren says, using his siren voice, as he drives away.

 

“Wow she kept it together.” Siren says, “this one guy saw me go through the drive through, and promptly passed out.”

 

He looks at Tommy so is quietly munching on his chicken nuggets.

 

“So where do you live?” Siren asks.

 

“Why can you can kidnap me and my roommates?” Tommy asks.

 

“No, I want to steal your socks.” Siren deadpans, “so I can drive you home.” he says, “it’s like two in the morning.

 

“Fuck, they are going to kill me.” Tommy says, “uh, left here.”

 

“Your roommates?” Siren asks, taking a left turn.

 

“Ya.” Tommy says, “I was supposed to be back an hour ago. Uh right here.”

 

“Just say you got kidnapped.” Siren says, taking a right turn.

 

“Ya.” Tommy says, “no.”

 

“Whatever.” Siren says.

 

“Uh up here.” Tommy says, pointing at his apartment building.

 

“Damn, that place?” Siren asks.

 

“Not all of us are super villains.” Tommy says, opening the car door, and grabbing his book bag, at his feet.

 

“True I guess.” Siren says, “well see you around kid.” Siren says, giving him a two fingered salute.

 

“Not not a fucking kid, I’m a big man!” Tommy shouts slamming the car door, and storming off to the door to his apartment building.

Notes:

yoooooooo shout out to McDonald's brunet girl. you are amassing and total deserve a name, and should totaly come back later.

for the price of the order I liget added the avrige price of each item at McDonald's XD.

anyway I wonder what Tommy is going to tell his roommates.

so how the sleeping this is, they can only afford a one bedroom apartment, so two ppl share the bed, and one sleep on the couch and one sleep in a Disney cars sleeping bag. (these two switch between them selves) Ranboo & Tubbo switch, and Purpled & Tommy are the other pair. resion being, Tommy, and Purpled are light sleepers in this, and Ranboo sleeps lick a rock, meanwhile Tubbo kicks (it's the goat in him), so since Ranboo sleeps like a rock he does not usaly get awaken by Tubbo kicking. [they switch on a nightly bases]

 

I hope you enjoyed, have a good day/night.

:)

Chapter 4: tip 4: allies are a good thing (try to get some)

Summary:

Purpled walks into the bedroom, and locks the door. He looks at Tommy, who is in his Walmart clearance, one size to big raccoon pajamas, sitting on the bed.

“You're going to tell the reason you were late.” he says, voice quiet so Tubbo, and Ranboo don’t hear him.

“I got kidnapped by the syndicate.” Tommy says.

“You don’t need to lie to me Tom.” Purpled says pacing back and forth, in front of Tommy.

Notes:

hey I'm back, and you get anouter chapter.

enjoy!

thanks Samara85745, NightmareJinx, M1ch4, ShadowStar4343, Mistilla, Kristennova, I_love_snow, and 1 guest for your kudos.

“Where the hell have you been!” Tubbo shouts, jumping up off the couch, and running over to Tommy.

 

“Hey I-OW YOU FUCKER!” Tommy yells as Tubbo punches his arm.

 

“That's for stressing us out.” Tubbo then pulls Tommy into a hug.

 

“Sorry.” Tommy says.

 

“At least you're okay.” Purpled says, standing up, “go get a shower, we have the bed tonight.” 

 

“Do you want something to eat?” Ranboo asks.

 

“No, I got something already.” Tommy says, trying to pry Tubbo off him, “Tubs I have to go take a shower.”

 

“Not without me.” Tubbo says.

 

“I’m not taking a shower with you, creep.”

 

“Never said you were going to.” Tubbo says, letting go of Tommy.

 

“Yes you did.” Tommy says, “now good bye.” he says, walking to the bathroom, to have a cold shower. 

 

⛛

 

Purpled walks into the bedroom, and locks the door. He looks at Tommy, who is in his Walmart clearance, one size to big raccoon pajamas, sitting on the bed.

 

“You're going to tell the reason you were late.” he says, voice quiet so Tubbo, and Ranboo don’t hear him.

 

“I got kidnapped by the syndicate.” Tommy says.

 

“You don’t need to lie to me Tom.” Purpled says pacing back and forth, in front of Tommy.

 

“I’m not.” Tommy says, throwing his hands in the air, “Blade fucking drugged me, then interrogated me. then mother fucking Siren bought me chicken syndicate, and scared this girl who was like seven-teen.”

 

“How did he scare her?” Purpled asks, finally sitting down.

 

“The fucker went to McDonald’s through the driver through.” Tommy says, “The poor girl was freaking out internally.”

 

“So did they do anything to you?” Purpled ask, “because if they tortured you, I don't care if they are the top super villain, that's not right.”

 

“No, I'm fine.” Tommy says, “they just wanted info as to why I healed Zephyrus.”

 

⛛

 

Tommy and Purpled are back at work again the next day.

 

“I’m thinking about going out tonight.” Tommy says, to Purpled, as he walks by, holding five plates with assorted brunches on them.

 

“I’m not sewing any more cat scratches tonight.” Purpled says, “so don’t get hurt again.” he adds, then walks up to the table he was heading for, to give them their food.

 

“Hey Tommy.” someone says.

 

Tommy turns from where he was placing fresh muffins, Bad had just made, away in the case.

 

“Hi Fundy.” Tommy says, looking at the twenty year old redhead, “let me guess. Triple espresso shot, with whipped cream, and caramel drizzle, to go?” Tommy asks, already pulling out a to-go coffee cup.

 

“Yup, it's going to be a late night.” Fundy says, sitting down well Tommy makes his coffee.

 

“You wouldn't believe what I found out when I went to work this morning.” Fundy says.

 

“What happened?” Tommy asks, handing Fundy his coffee and taking the money for it, placing it in the register.

 

“One of the kids at the McDonald's I manage saw Siren go through the drive through.” Fundy says, taking a sip of his drink, and taking his change from Tommy.

 

“Seriously, In snowchester?” Tommy asks.

 

“Ya she said, he had some blond kid, Siren said he kidnapped.” Fundy continues, “it was so wired, we had Siren on camera, but not the kid. I just hope they are okay.”

 

“Fuck.” Tommy says under his breath.

 

“Hm?” Fundy hums, cup pressed to his lips.

 

“Is she okay?” Tommy says.

 

“Ya.” Fundy says, “a bit spooked, but I gave her the day off tomorrow”

 

“That's nice.” Tommy says

 

“Hey Fundy.” Purpled says, easily gliding behind Tommy, to pick up more food, and to drop off orders.

 

“Hey Purpled.” Fundy says, “how you doing?”

 

“Some as always.” Purpled says, carrying a tray of chips.

 

“Nice.” Fundy says, “well I’d better get going.” Fundy says, standing up, and dropping some money in the tip jar, “see ya around.” He says well walking out the door.

 

⛛

 

“Crimson, what a surprise.” someone says, Tommy turns to see them.

 

“Hello Teumessian Fox.” Tommy says, “Nice to see you too.”

 

“You ready to start patrol?” Teumessian Fox asks, cracking his knuckles, and stretching.

 

“Whatever.” Tommy says, stretching his arms out, “my roommate said I’m not about to get hurt tonight.”

 

“Were vigilantes.” Teumessian Fox says, “we get hurt.” he says, flicking an orange fox tail behind him.

 

“I know.” Tommy says, “my arm still hurts from my run in with Flaws Claws.”

 

“It’s people like him who give us hybrids a bad name.” Teumessian Fox says, adjusting the black hat on his head, resting on red hair, and orange fox ears.

 

Tommy shifts into Teumessian Fox, “I’m Teumessian Fox, and my life is so hard.” Tommy says, before shifting back into himself, with his Crimson outfit on.

 

Teumessian Fox rolls his eyes.

 

Tommy sticks his tongue out behind his mask.

 

⛛

 

“What do we have here?” Teumessian Fox, says.

 

The two vigilantes are at the moment attempting to stop someone trying to rob el rapid pizza, at gunpoint.

 

The robber turns around and fires two shots at Teumessian Fox.

 

The bullets go right through Teumessian Fox, instead hitting the door behind him.

 

“Nice shot.” he says, dissipating the illusion, and jumping from where he was hiding in another illusion, and punches the robber in the face.

 

The robber stumbles backwards right into arms reach of Tommy, who is shifted to hero 404.

 

Tommy presses his hand to the back of the robber’s head using 404’s power to cause someone to fall asleep.

 

The robber slumps into Tommy’s arm, falling asleep almost instantly.

 

Tommy shifts back and pulls some zip ties from his pocket. He ties the robber’s hands together, and deposits the gun on the pizzeria's counter.

 

“Would you kindly call the police on him.” Tommy says, voice metallic through the voice changer in his mask, to the man behind the counter wearing a copy of the hero Dream’s signature hoodie, but in the colors of the Mexican flag.

 

“Gracias, Carmesí y Zorro.” he responds.

 

“Uh, you're welcome.” Tommy says, before walking out of the establishment with Teumessian Fox.

Notes:

YOOOO MEXICAN DREAM!

 

hero/villains/vigilantes names.

vigilantes:

Crimson -> Tommy
Teumessian Fox -> Fundy

heroes:

Dream ->
Prometheus ->
404 ->
Lemon ->

villains:

Zephyrus ->
Blade -> Techno
Siren -> Wilbur

 

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Chapter 5: tip 5: if a super villain shows up at you door step, with an injured vigilante... it's best to do what the villain wants, and heal the vigilante (especially if said vigilante and villain are engaged)

Summary:

roommate time, Wilbur's anoying, intersting text, what the hell man!

Notes:

hullo, I'm back with another chapter.

now on with the fic, enjoy.

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TW: wounds

When Tommy gets home he removes his vigilant outfit, and takes a shower. 

 

Tubbo, and Ranboo come home, take their own showers, and eat.

 

After that the group sit down on the old couch they own, and watch a documentary, Tubbo picked, about bumble bees (again).

 

After the documentary is over it’s about two in the morning. Tubbo and Ranboo head off to the bedroom to get some sleep, and Tommy lays down on the couch, well Purpled is stuck in the sleeping bag.

 

“Hey Purpled?” Tommy asks, laying in the dark on the couch, “you ever think about joining me?”

 

“What?” Purpled asks, shifting in the sleeping bag.

 

“I mean become a vigilante.” Tommy asks.

 

“I would but, who would stitch you up?”

 

“Oh fuck you.”

 

“Im hm.” Purpled hums, tell that to your arm I so wonderfully stitched up.

 

⛛

 

“Why if it isn't blondy.” Wilbur says walking into the dinner and seeing Tommy chatting with one of the other workers, a blond boy about his age.

 

“Ya, don’t call me that.”Tommy says, rolling his eyes, “I find it discriminating.”

 

“How…” Wilbur starts, but just gives up and sits down on a bar stool in front of Tommy.

 

“So has anything interesting happened since you saw me last?” Wilbur asks, knitting his hands together and resting his chin on them.

 

“Why would I tell you, bitch?” Tommy says.

 

“Langue Tommy please.” Bad shouts from the kitchen.

 

Tommy sighs.

 

“Awh sunshine, watch your mouth.” Wilbur chides.

 

Tommy glares, but it's more annoyance than malice.

 

“Why would you tell me?” Wilbur says, humming in thought, “maybe because I asked politely?”

 

Tommy sighs, “not really.” he says, “nothing eventful.”

 

‘He does not want to talk about his interaction’ Wilbur thinks.

 

“Anyway, can I buy something to eat?” Wilbur says, “it’s kinda the reason I came. I love Bad and Sam’s recipes.” 

 

“You didn't come to see me?” Tommy asks, pulling a note pad off the counter behind him.

 

“That too, but you can only eat so many of Techno’s baked potatoes before you need to find something else to eat.”

 

⛛

 

Tommy, and Purpled are walking home in the rain.

 

They are keeping dry because Purpled is moving the rain before it hits them.

 

Tommy gets a message on his phone.

 

Unknown number: you're a healer right?

 

Tommy: Who are you?

 

Unknown number: Jester, now I’m going to be at your apartment in 4 minutes.

 

Tommy: how tf did you get my number? 

 

Unknown number: That’s not important, I have a vigilante who got shot.

 

Tommy: who?

 

Unknown number:  rewind, he got shot. There in 3 minutes.

 

Tommy: Do you know which apartment? 

 

Unknown number: yes

 

“Uh Purp.” Tommy says, putting his phone away, “we need to get back now.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Fucking Jester will be at our door step in less then three minutes.” Tommy says, picking up his pace.

 

“WHAT!” Purpled shouts, running after Tommy, giving up on keeping them dry.

 

“We don’t have time!” Tommy yells running for their apartment.

 

⛛

 

They get back to the apartment with barely enough time.

 

Tommy has just enough time to lay an old sheet down on the floor, (and purpled insists he dry Tommy off), before there is a pounding at their door.

 

Purpled opens the door, well flicking the last of the water off the both of them.

 

The super villain Jester, owner of Las Nevadas, stands in their doorway, with the vigilante, Rewind leaning on him for support.

 

“TOMMY!” Purpled says, turning to his roommate.

 

“Set him down on the sheet.” Tommy says to Jester.

 

Jester moves inside, and slowly sets Rewind down on the old sheet.

 

“What the hell happened?” Tommy asks, looking at the vigilante bleeding on his floor.

 

“Some rookie cop got a lucky shot on him, when they were trying to arrest him.” Jester says, “imagine how pissed I was when my fiance walks in with a fucking gun wound.” Jester says angrily, as he tries to comfort Rewind by carding a hand through his brown

 

Tommy pulls the vigilante's multicolored sweatshirt with a teal hood up, to reveal a round hole right above his left hip.

 

“Perp, can you grab the first aid kit?” Tommy asks.

 

Purpled nod racing off to the bathroom.

 

He comes back holding a little red box.

 

Tommy opens it and pulls out a set of tweezers, after he realizes the bullet is still inside.

 

“Is it okay if my friend knocks him out?” Tommy asks, “this is going to hurt like a bitch.”

 

“You want to drug him?” Jester asks, looking up from Rewind to Tommy, and Purpled.

 

“No, no, no.” Purpled says, hands in a placating gesture, “I have liquid based powers, usually water, but blood a little too.”

 

“Like Nemesis.” Tommy says.

 

“Okay, but if you harm him.” Jester says, implying the rest of the threat.

 

“Alright.” Purpled says, before raising a hand.

 

Rewind’s body falls limp after about thirty seconds.

 

Purpled lowers his hand.

 

“Okay he is out.” Purpled says.

 

Tommy gets to work, putting the newly disinfected tweezers into Rewind’s wound.

 

He has to dig around a bit, which causes Rewind’s body to twitch a little, as he eventually pulls the bullet out. 

 

He places the bloody projectile in a piece of kitchen paper before throwing it in a bin by where he is kneeling.

 

“Okay, uh… Jester, do you mind looking away for a moment?” Tommy asks.

 

Jester’s face behind his white mask, with a pixelated :] face, a mockery of the number one hero’s mask, with only his mouth showing.

 

“He doesn't like people watching him heal.” Purpled says, “he feels embarrassed by how it looks or something.”

 

“Ya.” Tommy lies.

 

“Whatever.” Jester says, shrugging where he is sitting, and turning.

 

Tommy takes a deep breath, releases and feels the familiar pull of his powers as he shifts to Lemon.

 

He lays his hands on Rewind’s wound, pulling at the warm golden glow of Lemon's powers to heal.

 

He feels warmth creep up his hands as Rewind’s wound heals under his hands.

 

The warmth starts to turn to burning, and a pain forms in the pit of his gut.

 

He pulls his hands away, shifting back into himself.

 

Nausea floods his vision, he pulls the bin next to him closer, and reaches into it. 

 

And familiar exhaustion clings to his bones, a side effect of using Lemon’s power, (how the mother fucker deals with it Tommy does not know).

 

He pushes the bin away, and leans back into the familiar arms of Purpled, who catches him before his hazy brain can fall backwards and hit the hard wooden floor.

 

The bone deep exhaustion pulls, intertwining with the comfort of being home, and safe with someone he trusts, he slips into blissful unconsciousness.

 

⛛

 

“Um, you can turn around again.” Purpled says, as he catches Tommy.

 

“Is he okay?” Jester asks.

 

“Ya, the fucker can drag his ass home after healing Zephyrus, but passes out for this.”

 

“Hm.” Jester hums, “Well we better get going.”

 

“Ya he should be aware in like ten, twenty minutes.” Purpled says, “really depends on his blood sugar and stuff.”

 

“Okay, um… thanks.” He says, hauling his fiance, up into strong arms, and leaving the apartment.

 

It isn't until Purpled already placed Tommy in bed, and goes to pick up the old bloody sheet does he see the nice stack of twenty dollar bills laying in the center.

Notes:

*counts money* you got about one thousand (american dollars) there, what you going to do with it?

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Chapter 6: tip 6: the cops will want to arrest you. always have a way to get away from them ;)

Notes:

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“So he just left all this money?” Tommy asks, a stack of about one thousand dollars, sitting on the bed, between him and Purpled.

 

“Yup.” Purpled says.

 

“That's one month's rent.” Tommy says, “with like three hundred left.”

 

“I know.” Purpled says.

 

“So hear me out, “ Tommy says, “what if you use part of it to pay for next month's rent, and I use the rest to buy some armor, like a bullet proof vest.” Tommy says.

 

“I think the rent thing is a good idea.”

 

“So is the vest.” Tommy says, “Purpled, what if it was me, who a rookie got a lucky shot on.” Tommy says, “I think it’s a good idea, I’ll go out tomorrow before work and get one.”

 

“I don’t know how to tell the others if you died.” Purpled says, “I think that's a good idea”

 

“Pog.” Tommy says.

 

⛛

 

“Why if it ain't bitch boy.” Tommy says, as his second favorite brunet walks into the diner.

 

“Why if it ain't the gremlin child.” Wilbur counters approaching the counter.

 

“I an’t no child you mother fucker.” Tommy responds, “I’m a big man with many wives.”

 

“Hello Wilbur.” Sam says, walking out of the kitchen, wearing an apron with flour on it, “how’s Phil?”

 

“Hey, Sam.” Wilbur responds, “ he ’s doing fine. We were thinking about going out later.”

 

“Hm, good luck.” Sam says, “I heard the super’s activity around this area has been higher.”

 

“Sam, you know us.” Wilbur says, “we will be fine.”

 

“Just be careful.” Sam says, before walking back into the kitchen.

 

“So Tommy, what you doing later?” Wilbur asks.

 

“I don't know, same as I always do I guess.” Tommy responds, “watch a documentary with my roommates, sleep.” he says, “now are you going to order or are you going to waste my valuable time.” Tommy says, dragging out the word ‘valuable’ 

 

⛛

 

“COME OUT TEUMESSIAN FOX, AND CRIMSON, WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED!” a cop yells pointing their gun at an abandoned office building, vigilantes, Teumessian Fox, and Crimson are currently standing on the fifth floor.

 

“We make their jobs so much fucking easier.” Tommy swears, through his mask, voice metallic.

 

“I know.” Teumessian Fox, responds, “so ungrateful.”

 

“WHAT THE HELL MAN!” Tommy yells out the open window.

 

He pulls his head back as a bullet whizzes by him.

 

“I’m so glad I bought that bullet proof vest.” Tommy mutters to himself.

 

“Get them to drop their  weapons, and I’ll cast an illusion, so we can get the hell out of here.” Teumessian Fox, says, a ball of golden orange light in his clawed palms.

 

Tommy shifts to the super villain Siren.

 

“DROP YOUR WEAPONS!” Tommy shouts out the open window, voice sweet and melodic, with Siren’s powers.

 

Tommy hears the sound of the police officers' weapons hitting the pavement.

 

“Okay as soon as I shift they will break out of the trance.” Tommy says, “but first a little fun.”

 

“HANDCUFF YOUR SELFIES TO EACH OTHER!” he yells at the police officers, drawing on Siren’s power of charm.

 

Tommy watches with a grin as all the offices below shuffle and cuff themselves to each other.

 

Tommy shifts, his body turning into the body of Zephyrus.

 

“Okay, let’s get out of here.” he says, spreading the black crow like wings now protruding from his back.

 

“Alright.” Teumessian Fox responds, thrusting the golden orange orb of light into the air, it dissolves, and Tommy can no longer see Teumessian Fox.

 

Teumessian Fox, the only one who can see through the illusion with clear eyes, walks over to Tommy.

 

He stands in front of Tommy who, trusting he is there, hooks his arms under Teumessian Fox’s arms (mindful of the talons now part of his hands), and steps to the ledge of the building.

 

He steps off.

 

The wind catches the feathers of the wings, and Tommy is flying. He can feel the weight of his fellow vigilante in his arms, as the wings carry them to a more safer location.

 

⛛

 

Tommy and Teumessian Fox, are sitting on the roof of a building, legs dangling carefree.

 

Teumessian Fox lifts his mask up a bit to take a bite of his energy bar, and Tommy respectfully looks away.

 

“Crimson, do you want one?” Teumessian Fox, holding up a chocolate energy bar, “I also have protein bars.” he says, mask back securely over his mouth and nose.

 

“Naw I’m good.” Tommy responds, eyes looking over the rooftops. 

 

That's when he sees them.

 

“It can’t be.” Tommy breaths out.

 

“Can’t be who?” Teumessian Fox asks, following Tommy’s gaze.

 

“Oh, those fuckers.” Teumessian Fox, says as his eyes land on the two super villains on a rooftop across the street, and down a few buildings, “you're not going to…” he says but looks over to Crimson and he is already on his feet.

 

⛛

 

“Why hello bitches.” Tommy says.

 

Siren let's louse an exasperated sigh. “Why?” he says, head looking up to the stars, “why right now?” he asks the stars.

 

“ ‘cus you're a dick. That's why.” Tommy says, as Teumessian Fox, body slams Siren to the concrete floor of the rooftop.

 

Tommy is too busy watching Siren flail as Teumessian Fox pins him, to see Zephy rus use his wings to propel himself forward.

 

He body slams Tommy to the ground.

 

They fall with Tommy landing back on the ground, getting the air knocked out of his chest.

 

Tommy tries to get the air back into his lungs, but Zephy rus gains his bearing first. He pushes up, so he is kneeling over Tommy.

 

Tommy looks up at the veiled villain. The wind blows slightly revealing a crooked grin on the winged villain’s face.

 

He raises taloned hands, and starts shredding Tommy’s chest.

 

He rips through the red fabric of Tommy’s hoodie with ease, shredding the pad under Tommy’s sweatshirt.

 

The villain cackles a menacing laugh as his talons scrape the metal plate of the vest.

 

A flash of orange knocks into the villain, before the talons can scratch through the metal plate.

 

Tommy pushes up, holding himself up with his left hand and watches as Zephy rus, and Teumessian Fox, roll around the rooftop like two tumbleweeds. 

 

Sharp talons, and claws, scratching and shedding each other's outfit, and skin.

 

Zephy rus, green and white striped bucket hat (that the veil is attached to)  falls off, revealing the villain’s long golden blond hair, a domino mask on his face.

 

Animalistic snarls emit from Teumessian Fox, which are met with agitated squawks.

 

Tommy slowly pushes up, standing on his own two feet.

 

Tommy feels something hard and cold pressed to the back of his head, (where his red hood would usually cover, but is now resting around his neck).

 

“Stop or I’ll shoot little Crimson here in the head.” Siren says, voice melodic with his powers.

 

Tommy freezes and watches as villain and vigilantes alike freeze instantly.

 

Teumessian Fox stops, a clawed hand hovering over Zephy rus.

 

Teumessian Fox’s emerald green eyes, look over to Tommy, wide, and fearful.

 

Zephy rus’s blue eyes, trail over to Tommy and Siren, before he gives Tommy a cocky smirk, and thrusts a taloned hand into Teumessian Fox’s abdomen.

 

Tommy watches helplessly as Zephyrus removes his talons, and shoves the vigilante off him.

 

Teumessian Fox lands on his back, hands praising his abdomen, as the white shirt starts to soak with blood.

 

Tommy watches as Zephyrus, stands up, then picks up his lost bucket hat, places it over his head, so the black veil covers his face once more.

 

Tommy feels Siren’s heavy combat boot hit the small of his back and kicks him forward.

 

Tommy falls, hitting his chin on the ground. He can feel a bruise start forming on his lower jaw.

Notes:

well TF is not going to be having a pog night. man got talons to the gut. ouch.

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TW: Injury

Chapter 7: tip 7: Free food, is free food (you don't get paid as a vigilante btw)

Summary:

bitch boy, Pinkett glory, old bitch, and gremlin child, walk into a bar.

it hurts.

 

(this is not a summary, just a joke)

Notes:

time to find out if the fox boi lives...

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TW: Injury

Tommy pushes himself up, as the villain leaves.

 

He crawls over to where Teumessian Fox is laying on his back, on the rooftop.

 

“Let me see.” Tommy says, kneeling by his friend.

 

Teumessian Fox, removes his hands from the wound, and Tommy peels back the sticky, blood soaked shirt

 

“Shit.” Tommy breathes out, he tries to wipe some of the blood away from the four, deep puncture wounds, but it just gets replaced with more.

 

“I’m going to heal you.” Tommy says, to Teumessian Fox, who releases a pained breath, before nodding.

 

Tommy taps into the familiar tingle that rests just below his skin, he shifts into the healer Lemon. 

 

Tommy places his hands on the wound, and they begin to glow with a golden light.

 

A headache starts to form behind Tommy’s eyes, his eyes hurt, and he feels a pain in his lower abdomen.

 

He removes his hands as the warmth turns to burning heat.

 

He shifts back to Crimson, and lays down on his side, closing his eyes.

 

“Are you okay?” Teumessian Fox asks.

 

“Immfff.” Tommy groans, “Side effects suck ass.” Tommy spits out, laying on his back, eyes still closed, trying to ease the headache behind his eyes.

 

“Ya, I’m lucky I just get tired.” Teumessian Fox, sifting so he is sitting cross legged on Tommy’s left.

 

“Bitch.” Tommy says, his chin throbbing from the pain of a forming bruise.

 

⛛

 

“So, how does the other guy look?” Wilbur asks, taking a sip of his earl gray tea.

 

“What do you mean?” Tommy asks.

 

“You have a huge ass bruise on your jaw.” Wilbur says, “you clearly got into a fight.” he says, “did you win, and if so, how does the other guy look?”

 

“Oh, Ya I won.” Tommy lies, “the other guy looks so fucked.”

 

“Tommy, language.” Bad chides, walking back into the kitchen.

 

“Skeppy you're burning the Dinner rolls!” Bad shouts from the kitchen.

 

“I’m a big man.” Tommy says, “he never stood a chance.” he says, fake punching the air.

 

“Hey, Tom’s you want to come over to my place for dinner?” Wilbur asks, “Phil said he would like to meet you.”

 

“Sure, just let me ask somebody something first.” Tommy says.

 

“Yo, Purpled!” Tommy says, waving his hand in the air to get his roommates attention.

 

Purple sighs, walking over with a hand full of empty plates, and silverware, “what?” he asks.

 

“Can I go over to this bitch’s house for dinner?” Tommy asks, pointing to Wilbur with his thumb.

 

“You got to ask your boyfriend if you can go out?” Wilbur mocks.

 

“I’m straight!” Tommy says.

 

“Me too.” Purpled says, “I don't know about Tubbo though.” he says, then walks into the kitchen to dump the dirty dishes. 

 

"I have meany wives waiting for me at home." Tommy says, puffing out his chest.

 

Wilbur rolls his eyes.

 

Purpled comes out of the kitchen, “just text me when you should be back.”

 

“Fine.” Tommy says.

 

“So, should I come pick you up at your apartment, or…?” Wilbur asks.

 

“You can pick me up after work, if that works.” Tommy says, before waking up to another customer who needs his attention.

 

⛛

 

“See ya Purpled.” Tommy says, waving to his fellow blond teenager. 

 

Purpled waves back, before starting the walk back to their apartment.

 

“Are you going to get in?” Wilbur asks Tommy who has the door open.

 

“Pushy.” Tommy muters, before sitting down.

 

“Shit, I should have asked early. Do you have any allergies?” Wilbur asks, eyes on the road ahead of him, light by the orange yellow street lamps.

 

“Naw.” Tommy says, looking out the window watching the buildings and parked cars go by him.

 

“Good.” Wilbur says, “I hope you like fried rice, and mashed potatoes.”

 

⛛

 

They drive for a bit, maybe fifteen minutes.

 

Tommy watches as the building spaces out a bit, and apartments are traded out for two story houses. It looks more of the suburban area of the L’manberg, like the kind that have neighborhood watch.

 

They pull into a driveway, with two cars already in it.

 

“Were here.” Wilbur says, parking the car, and cutting the engine.

 

Tommy steps out of his door, and shuts the door, following Wilbur up to the door.

 

Wilbur knocks, and Techno answers it in all his pinkett glory.

 

“You said you were bringing a friend, I just thought it would be Quackity or something.” Techno says. he is wearing a nice soft blue colored long sleeve dress shirt, and a lot of gold jewelry, including an emerald earring hanging off a chain from his ear.

 

“I don’t know who the fuck Quackity is, but I know I’m better.” Tommy says.

 

Techno rolls his brown-maroon eyes, “un hun, just take off your shoes, and you can hang your bag up by the jackets if you want.”

 

“Okay.” Tommy says, walking into the house, and taking off his shoes. He hangs his bag up with his red an white hoodie, that totally does not have a few holes in it.

 

Wilbur takes off his shoes as Tommy is hanging up his stuff. 

 

Techno walks down the hall to the room at the end.

 

Wilbur follows him in socked feet, so Tommy follows Wilbur.

 

They enter a room that Tommy thinks is bigger than his whole apartment.

 

One side of the room has a dining room table with matching chairs, the other side has a fireplace, with a tv above it. There is a couch in front of it with a coffee table, in front of the couch, and a little table on one side, with a lamp on it. There are also two arm chairs, one on either side.

 

WIlbur pulls out a chair at the table, “ c’mere Sunshine.” he says.

 

Tommy walks over, and sits down in the chair.

 

“You want anything to drink?” Wilbur asks.

 

“You got coca cola?” Tommy asks.

 

“Yup!” Wilbur says, before walking into another room Tommy assumes is the kitchen.

 

Wilbur walks out of the kitchen, with a red can of soda, and another can so soda Tommy does not recognize.

 

Wilbur sits down in the chair next to Tommy and hands him the can. Tommy opens it, and takes a sip.

 

Wilbur opens his own  can, and takes a sip.

 

“What is that?’ Tommy asks.

 

“Root beer.”

 

Techno walks out of the kitchen with two white corelle dishes in his hands, with only an oven mitt to protect his hands.

 

He sets the dishes down on the table, and takes off the tops, setting them next to the dishes.

 

Another man comes out of the kitchen holding two clear glasses with deep red liquid in them (wine Tommy guesses).

 

The man sits down, his long blond hair pulled back from his face in a short ponytail. There is a band-aid on his face just above his right eyebrow. He sits down across from Wilbur, and hands Techno one of the glasses.

 

“Hi mate.” the man says to Tommy, “so you're the Tommy my sons keep talking about.” he says smiling.

 

“Ya, I'm Tommy and your old bitch.” Tommy says smirking, at the way the blond guy’s face looks covered with confusion, before he starts laughing.

 

“My name ‘s Philza, but you can call me Phil.” the blond man, Phil says.

 

“Okay, Phil,” Tommy says, “who the hell names there kid fucking Wilbur of all things?”

 

Tommy has to bite his lip not to laugh at the way Wilbur gaps like a fish out of water.

 

“Hey!” Wilbur says, “for your information, Phil let me and Techno pick our names when he adopted us.”

 

“So you picked Wilbur?” Tommy asks, “damn, that's sad.”

 

“Eat gremlin.” Wilbur says.

Tommy does not have to be told twice. Free food is free food. Especially if it’s not ramen.

Notes:

we got bitch boy, Pinkett glory, old bitch, and gremlin child:)

hero/villains/vigilantes names.

vigilantes:

Crimson -> Tommy
Teumessian Fox -> Fundy
Rewind ->

heroes:

Dream ->
Prometheus ->
404 ->
Lemon ->

villains:

Zephyrus -> Phil (za)
Blade -> Techno
Siren -> Wilbur
Jester ->

Chapter 8: tip 8: a warm shower feels nice (cold ones suck, but if that's what you get, poor you "[ ), especially after a long day.

Notes:

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“So Tommy,” Phil says, as Tommy shoves a spoonful of mashed potatoes in his mouth, “who is your favorite super?” he asks.

 

Tommy swallows, “I think the vigilantes are pretty pog.” 

 

Phil hums.

 

“I expected him to say Dream.” Techno says.

 

“If I had to pick a hero, it would be Prometheus, bitch.” Tommy says, glaring at Techno.

 

Techno rolls his eyes.

 

“Personally I like Siren.” Wilbur says, “I think he is pretty cool.”

 

“Again, the vigilantes are way more cool.” Tommy says, “Like Crimson. He is a big man like me.” Tommy says, puffing out his chest a bit.

 

“Un, hun.” Techno says.

 

“What do you like the heroes…” a beat, “Oh my prime, you're a Dream fanboy, aren't you!?” Tommy says.

 

Wilbur starts laughing at that.

 

Techno glares at him.

 

“Whatever.” he says, standing up, and taking his empty plate to the kitchen.

 

After Wilbur recovers from laughing he stands up, grabbing his plate, “you done?” he asks.

 

Tommy nods, so Wilbur takes his plate, and walks into the kitchen.

 

“so , how old are you anyway, mate?” Phil asks, taking a sip from his cup.

 

Technically Tommy is sixteen, but Tommy tells anyone who asks, he is eighteen.

 

“Eighteen.” Tommy says.

 

“Hmm.” Phil hums, “so are you living on your own or…?” he asks.

 

“Naw, I have three roommates.” Tommy says, looking at the kitchen door, for Wilbur to come back.

 

“That's nice.” Phil says, then stands up carrying his plate, and cup to the kitchen, leaving Tommy alone at the table, sipping on his coke.

 

“Hey Tommy, I was wondering if you would want to stay over and watch a movie with me.” Wilbur asks, coming out of the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, and hands still a little wet from watching his, and Tommy’s plates.

 

“Sure I just have to text my roommates first.” Tommy says, pulling out his phone and Texting Purpled..

 

Tommy: yo, I’m staying over to watch a movie.

 

Purpled:

Purpled: Tubbo’s not happy, but you're fine.

 

Tommy: ofc he is not, what a clingy bitch.

 

Tommy puts his phone back in his pocket, and follows Wilbur to the couch.

 

Techno emerges from the kitchen, pulls a book off the bookshelf, and sits down in one of the armchairs.

 

Phil comes out shortly, and sits down in the other chair, pulling out his phone and scrolling on some social media.

 

How does ‘The Greatest Showmen’ sound?” Wilbur asks, scrolling through, disney+.

 

“ ‘t’s okay.” Tommy says.

 

“Nice.” Wilbur says, clicking play.

 

⛛

 

“Should I wake him up?” Wilbur says, voice quiet.

 

“It’s like almost midnight.” Techno says, “I would leave him on the couch.”

 

“Ya,” Phil says, “leave him alone, the poor kid looks exhausted.”

 

“Okay,” Wilbur says, he tries to move, to go to his own bed but Tommy has fallen asleep on him, and when he moves, Tommy makes an unhappy noise, wrapping his arms around Wilbur’s middle.

 

“Uh, can I get a little help?” Wilbur asks.

 

“I got you.” Techno says, closing his book, and standing up.

 

He walks over, pulls a blanket off the back of the couch, and drapes it over Tommy.

 

Techno walks away, towards the stairs.

 

“Ass.” Wilbur hisses.

 

Techno maturely stickers his tongue out before walking up the stairs.

 

“Phil help me.” Wilbur says.

 

“You picked him up.” Phil says, reaching over to the lamp, “you get to deal with him being clingy.” he says, grining, then turns the light off.

 

Wilbur listens as Phil’s steps retreat up the stairs.

 

He sighs, as his eyes adjust to the dim light, shifting so he is laying down, awkwardly, half-on, half-off the couch.

 

⛛

 

Tommy wakes up on the couch.

 

Wait a moment.

 

This is not his shity ass couch.

 

And it was his and Purpled’s night in the bed (if Tubbo got him kidnapped, [again] so he could have the bed…Tommy will be pissed).

 

Tommy sits up, and looks around.

 

A clock on the mantle of the fireplace in the room says, 9:12.

 

He looks down, and finds Wilbur, passed out on the floor, legs laying on the other end of the couch, with his back on the floor, a small throw blanket over his chest, and and arm thrown over his eyes (who the fuck can sleep like that?).

 

Tommy carefully pulls the blanket off him, someone must have laid on him, and carefully stands up, not making a sound as he walks over to Wilbur, who is passed out on the floor.

 

He crouches down, and moves so his mouth is a few inches from Wilbur’s ear.

 

He takes a deep breath.

 

“WAKE UP BITCH!” Tommy yells, causing Wilbur to flinch so hard he physically jumps, bonking his head a bit on the coffee table.

 

“Fuck.” Wilbur says, rubbing where he hit his forehead, as Tommy sits down cross-legs, snickering.

 

“Boys, what's going on down here?” Phil asks, walking down the stairs, and coming into the room, wearing an old faded band tee shirt.

 

“Tommy scared me.” Wilbur says.

 

“Wilbur’s sleeps like an idiot.” Tommy counter.

 

Wilbur glares at Tommy.

 

Tommy replies with a shit-eating grin.

 

“Tommy, what time do you have to be at work?” Phil asks, walking up to the couch.

 

“ I’m supposed to be in at Three-thirty, but if I’m in before four, I’m usually good.” Tommy responds.

 

“You like pancakes?” Phil asks.

 

“I have not had those in forever.” Tommy says.

 

“Seriously?” Wilbur asks, asks.

 

“We can’t afford to make ‘em.” Tommy says shrugging, then stands up.

 

“Well why don’t you go take a shower, and I’ll make some breakfast.” Phil says.

 

“I don't have any stuff with me.” Tommy says.

 

“ you can have some of my extra clothes to change into, and you can use my soap.” Wilbur says.

 

⛛

 

Tommy steps into the shower, and turns the water on. 

 

At first the water comes out cool, and chilled, but quickly heats up.

 

“Damn.” Tommy breaths out, as he sticks a hand under the water.

 

He steps fully into the water, closing his eyes, and the warm water hits his face.

 

It feels so wired, he is usually shivering the second his body touches the water, but he just wants to stand under the warm water forever, soaking up the warmth.

 

⛛

 

“Tommy, are you okay in there?” Wilbur asks, from the hallway, “it’s been awhile.”

 

Tommy flinches a bit at the unexpected sound.

 

“Ya, I’m fine.” Tommy says, “just can’t find your soap.” he lies.

 

“It’s the one in the brown bottle,” Wilbur says, “it says curl care.”

 

“That sounds stupid.” Tommy responds, picking up the bottle Wilbur described.

 

“Just don’t use the grey one.” Wilbur says, “that’s Techno’s hair dye soap.”

 

“ ‘kay.” Tommy says, pouring a bit of the soap in his hair, lathering it and rinsing it.

 

⛛

 

After Tommy steps out of the shower, he towels off, then puts on the clothes Wilbur left on the bathroom sink.

 

“Fucking lanky bitch.” Tommy swears to himself, as he rolls up the too-long trouser legs up.

 

There is a knock on the bathroom door.

 

“Can I come in?” Wilbur asks.

 

“Ya.” Tommy responds, giving up on the red sweater sleeves.

 

Wilbur walks in, laughs at how big the clothes look on Tommy, grabs Tommy’s dirty clothes and walks out, to go put them through the wash.

Notes:

I hope you enjoyed,

have a good day/night.

Chapter 9: tip 9: free food will save you ass if you need to calm you roommates (Purpled and Tubbo) down.

Notes:

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Tommy finally makes it down the stairs, after almost face-planting twice in the hallway, and almost breaking his neck on the stairs (stupid too long pant legs).

 

The smell of something cooking hits him, when he makes it to the base of the stairs.

 

He follows the scent to the kitchen.

 

He walks into the kitchen.

 

Phil stands in front of the stove, a spatula in one hand, the other on the handle of a pan.

 

Techno sits at the kitchen table, scrolling through his phone with one hand, and eating with the other.

 

Tommy sits himself next to Techno.

 

“Mornin'.” Techno says, taking a bite of his hash-brown.

 

“Good morning to you too.” Tommy replies.

 

“Hey mate.” Phil says turning with a plate full of pancakes, “hungry?” he asks, sting them down in front of Tommy.

 

Tommy grabs the fork, and knife next to him, and wolfs down the pancakes.

 

“Tommy, calm down, you're going to choke.” Techno says, setting his phone down, “you're acting like we will take your food away.”

 

Tommy stops and stares at his food.

 

‘This is wired’ he thinks, because he barely eats anything.

 

“Mate, are you eating enough?” Phil asks, concern written on his face, as he turns off the stove, and sets the rest of the food down.

 

“Yes, of course I’m a big man.” Tommy says, before taking a bite of his food, hoping they can't tell he is lying, because other than last night, he has not really eaten a full meal since he got kidnapped by the syndicate.

 

“Okay.” Phil says, hopefully buying the lie.

 

“Hey you all could not wait?” Wilbur asks, walking into the kitchen, and sitting down next to Tommy.

 

“Tommy here attacked his food.” Techno says, “there was no waiting.” 

 

Phil pushes a plate of pancakes towards Wilbur before taking a bite off his own plate.

 

Wilbur drops his fork on the table, “Dibs on driving Tommy to work.” he says.

 

⛛

 

Tommy is sitting in Wilbur’s car. He has changed back into his clothes from yesterday (all washed and clean), he opens his phone and… shit… his roommates are pissed.

 

1:12 am, Purpled: where are you?

 

1:38 am, Tubbo: Are you coming home?

 

2:02 am, Purpled: if you got kidnapped again…

 

2:43 am, Tubbo: answer your calls bithc! 

 

2:57 am, Ranboo: The goat is mad.

Ranboo: help. He is so mad rn.

 

“Well I’m fucked.” Tommy swears to himself, as Wilbur gets in the car.

 

He shows Wilbur the slew of texts.

 

Wilbur sucks his teeth, leaning away, and putting the key in the ignition, “you most definitely fucked sunshine.” Wilbur says, twisting the key, starting the car.

 

“Yay.” Tommy says, unenthusiastically, waving his hand in the air, in fake enthusiasm.

 

Wilbur backs out of the driveway, and they are on the road, heading towards Tommy’s job.

 

“Can I put the radio going?” Wilbur asks.

 

Tommy nods, looking out the window.

 

Wilbur turns on the radio, and the first thing that emits from the speakers is ‘anti-hero’ by Taylor Swift.

 

Tommy turns to look at Wilbur, who almost crashes the car as he frantically changes the station.

 

He leaves the radio on some indie rock station.

 

“And what if I wanted to listen to Taylor?” Tommy asks, grinning.

 

“Did you?” Wilbur asks.

 

“No.” Tommy says, “just messing with you.”

 

They sit in silence only broken by the music, and Wilbur taping the weal of the car to the rhythm of the song.

 

(and Wilbur occasionally calling some bad driver’s mom, some “interesting” names.)

 

They pull up to the dinner.

 

Tommy opens up his door.

 

“Here.” Wilbur says, as Tommy gets out of the car.

 

He hands Tommy a plastic bag.

 

“It’s food.” Wilbur says,”for you and your roommates, from Dad.”

 

“Thanks, “Tommy says, taking a quick peek in the bag. Inside are plastic containers with food from dinner, and what looks like cookies, “are these cookies?” he asks.

 

“Ya, Techno made them.” Wilbur says, “do you not like cookies?”

 

“No, we just can never afford them, other than for birthdays.”

 

“Well, enjoy them.” Wilbur says, then Tommy closes the door, and he watches Wilbur pull into traffic.

 

“Tommy!” someone shouts from the dinner, “you are so dead.”

 

“Hey Perp.” Tommy says, turning around to face the pissed blond.

 

“You never called, never texted.” Purpled lists off, exiting the dinner, apron wrapped around his waist.

 

“I fell asleep.” Tommy protests.

 

Purpled glares.

 

“Plus!” Tommy says, fumbling with the bag, “free food!” 

 

“You lucky I forgot breakfast.” Purled says snatching the bag, and pulling out a bagel (why the fuck is there bagels?).

 

“Thank Prime.” Tommy mutters under his breath.

 

“Oh don’t thank Prime yet,” Purpled says, “Tubbo, is super pissed.” he says, “his instincts are going crazy.”

 

“Clingy mother fucker.” Tommy swears, “I wanted to go on patrol tonight.”

 

“You might.” Purpled says, “depends on if Ranboo can cool him down enough.”

Notes:

sorry about missing the last update, I have been buys with school & life.

you know, I feel you all are getting to much fluff lately. I think we need some angst, or violence...

have a good day!

Chapter 10

Notes:

thanks, Chicle_De_Fresa, Ari_insideXx, cosmic1kitty, and a guest for the kudos.

TW: minor descriptions of injury.

Tommy opens the door to the apartment, and Tubbo, headbutts him right in the abdomin.

 

“Gahhh-mmffph!” Tommy screams, as he lands on the floor, “I was gone for one night!”

 

“You know how he is about his herd.” Ranboo says.

 

“Get off me dude!” Tommy shouts, “Purpled help meeeee!” 

 

“Tubbo Tommy brought food.” Purpled says, as he sets the bag down on the counter.

 

“Anything that is not noodles.” Tubbo says, finally getting off Tommy, so he can shut the door.

 

“Clingy mother fucker.” Tommy muters, before joining them in the kitchen.

 

Purpled is unpacking the bag,

 

Inside, there are more bagels, fried rice, mashed potatoes, whole grain bread (which Tommy personally thinks ‘eww’), and cookies.

 

Purpled, portions out enough for the four of them, and puts the rest back in in their little collage fridge.

 

They all go to the couch, and eat well watching a documentary, before Tubbo, and Ranboo go out.

 

“I’m a head out on patrol.” Tommy says, standing up.

 

“Okay be careful.” Purpled says.

 

Tommy stands up to go change but stops when he hears a knocking on the door.

 

Tommy groans, walking up to the door to answer it.

 

“What the fuck do you want!” he snaps, looking up at the villain Blade.

 

“Shit.” Purpled whispers, from the couch ,”i’ll get the kit, and sheet.” he says, abandoning his food on the small table, at the end of the couch, and going into the bathroom.

 

“We have a problem.” Blade says, voice full of anger, as he points down the hallways a bit, where Zephyrus, stands trying to hold Siren up, whose face is fixed in a pained grimace.

 

Siren has a hand to his abdomen, where a huge red spot is growing on his yellow sweaters, which itself is severely ripped.

Notes:

ok it's short because next chapter will be full of graphic descriptions of injury, and I want it so you can just skip right over it. I will be putting a summary in the end notes for that chapter.

anyway have a good day, hope you enjoyed!

Chapter 11: tip 10: favors are important/special (be careful when giving them, or set some rules)

Notes:

TW: graphic descriptions of injurers/wounds

there is a summary in the end notes.

“Get him inside.” Tommy says.

 

Purpled lays the sheet down on the floor.

 

The villain leads Siren inside.

 

Siren whimpers slightly as they lay him down.

 

Zephyrus makes a soft warble sound, as he caresses Siren’s cheek.

 

“What the fuck happend?” Tommy says, prying Siren’s hand off the wound.

 

“Dream got a lucky hit.” Blade snarls.

 

Tommy carefully lifts up Siren’s yellow sweater.

 

This is one huge slash along Siren’s abdomen.

 

The sight makes Tommy sick.

 

Tommy can see siren’s organs (which is not good at all).

 

Siren's guts are threatening to spill out of his abdomen, if he is not heal right away.

 

“C-can you look away.” Tommy asks, staring at the wound.

 

No human should be hurt in this way.

 

If he is not healed he will die.

 

The two villains look at Tommy.

 

“Why-.” Blade says, but Tommy cuts him off.

 

“JUST DO IT!” he yells at them.

 

Blade and Zephyrus look at each other, then look away.

 

“Okay, okay, this is not going to feel very pogchamp.” Tommy says to himself before shifting to Lemon, and placing his hands on Siren’s wound.

 

Tommy takes a deep breath, as his hands start to glow.

 

His stomach burns, but he pushes through it.

 

His head starts to ache, so he closes his eyes.

 

His hands start to heat up, but he keeps them there.

 

The heat starts to become unbearable, so Tommy pulls his hands away.

 

He shits back, and the world seems to be spinning.

 

Everything hurts, and burns.

 

He wants to die from the pain already.

 

He can't hear anything over his own heartbeat.

 

⛛

 

“Oh my gods Tommy!” Purpled shout, catching Tommy, as he falls to the side.

 

He pulls Tommy up into his lap.

 

He looks over Tommy.

 

His eyes are closed, his breath is labor, and his hands are a little red, and warm to the touch.

 

“Is he okay?” Zephyrus asks, turning around to look at the two blond teens.

 

“Ya he is fine, I’m going to just knock him out.” Purpled says, tapping into his powers to knock Tommy unconscious.

 

He stops when he feels Tommy fall limp in his arms.

 

“Here.” Blade says, Purpled looks up to the pink haired super villain, holding a stack of cash.

 

“Thanks.” Purple says, taking the money.

 

“When he wakes,” Zephyrus says, not looking up from Siren as he softly creases his cheek, “tell him he has a favor from the syndicate.”

 

“Wha-”

 

“Let's go.” Blade says, scoping up the unconscious villain.

 

Zephyrus stands up, “goodnight mate.” he says, fixing his green, and white bucket hat, and leaving the apartment.

Notes:

Tommy's fine...

summary: they get Siren inside. we find out Dream did this to Siren. Siren passes out. Tommy scream at the villains to look away, before he sifts. Tommy hurts. Siren is healed enofh to go. we switch to Purpled POV. Purpled knock Tommy out. Blade hands Purpled money, and Zephyrus says Tommy is owed a favor from the entire syndicate. they leave with Siren.

next chapter might have Tubbo/Ranboo POV!

Chapter 12: tip 11:if your dealing with a hurt kid. be nice (ft, Tubbo & Ranboo) [at the time Tommy does not know they are vigilantes too]

Notes:

new chap peeps.

thanks, lulucicada, vaxiez, MadzIsTired, Riley123, Girlimgay, Glens_here, and 6 guest for the kudos

enjoy!

“Hurry up.” Ranboo says standing at the end of the alleyway.

 

“I am.” Tubbo stage whispers, clicking his mask into place.

 

“We need to go, people might be trapped.” Ranboo stress.

 

“Okay, I’m ready.” Tubbo says, flexing his finger-less gloved fingers.

 

Ranboo offers his hand, and Tubbo takes it.

 

Tubbo feels his stomach flipping as they teleport. 

 

It’s not quite as bad as it was when they first started being vigilantes, but it still makes his stomach feel funny.

 

“Looks like a hero, villain fight.” Ranboo observer, flicking his tail with a black, and white fluff at the end, behind him.

 

A few buildings are on fire, and one is collapsing.

 

“Specifically the Dream team, Siren, Blade, and Zephyrus.” Tubbo reports, from the police scanner, he installed in the ear of his mask.

 

“Coms on.” Ranboo says, and Tubbo hears the sound the old Bluetooth headset Ranboo uses, connecting to his mask.

 

Tubbo nods.

 

“Watch out reports say, the three villains departed, 404 , and Dream followed.” Tubbo reports, making his way towards where he sees someone stuck under a car.

 

“What about Prometheus?” Ranboo asks, after dispersers in a swirl of purple clouds, to rescue more civilians.

 

“Trying to control the fires.” Tubbo says into the com.

 

Tubbo approaches the car carefully.

 

Trapped under the car is a girl, about six in age.

 

“Hey, my name is Bee.” Tubbo says, crouching down, “I’m here to help you.” he says, and tears start to form in the corner of her eyes.

 

Tubbo has an Idea. he carefully taps into his powers, and grows a flower.

 

The flower grows from a crack in the pavement, carefully pushing its way to the night time sky.

 

He causes the flower to bloom, and he picks it.

 

He offers her the flower.

 

She sniffles, then hesitantly takes the flower.

 

“Th-thanks.” she stutters out.

 

“Okay, I’m just going to use my powers to push the car off of you.” Tubbo says, “tell me if it starts to hurt.”

 

She nods, and Tubbo taps into his power again.

 

He carefully lifts the car off the girl, and she crawls out.

 

Once she is out, and safe, he lets the car back down slowly.

 

“I’m going to call my friend over. okay?” Tubbo asks.

 

She nods, gripping the flower.

 

Tubbo reaches up, and clicks on his com.

 

“Ender, can you come my way?” Tubbo asks.

 

“Yup, let me just drop off this couple, and their cat.” Ranboo replies.

 

Three seconds later, Ranboo appears in a purple cloud of sparkles, ski goggles, and fabric face mask over his now bright green, and red eyes.

 

The girl yelps, and hides behind Tubbo.

 

“This is my friend.” Tubbo says calmly.

 

She hesitantly steps out from behind Tubbo.

 

Ranboo flicks his tail, and her eyes light up.

 

“Wow, that’s so cool.” she says.

 

A light grunt comes from Ranboo’s throat, “thank you.” he says.

 

“Can I…” she asks.

 

Ranboo nods, letting his tail come closer to her.

 

She reaches out and lightly pets the fluff.

 

“You guys are so cool.” she says, in aw.

 

“Do you know where you parents are?” Ranboo asks, crouching down to her eye level.

 

She nods, then points to a woman, walking around calling out for someone.

 

“Can I walk with you?” Ranboo asks, “you can hold my tail.” he offers.

 

She nods, and the two vigilantes walk the girl over to the women.

 

When they get closer the woman sees them, and runs over, she scoops up the girl, “oh Rachel, I thought I lost you.” the woman says, as she cries softly.

 

“Bee helped me.” the girl says, showing her mother the flower.

 

“Thank you.” the woman says, the vigilantes, “I was wrong about hybrids, we need more people like you.” she says, hugging her daughter close.

 

“It’s what we do ma'am.” Tubbo says, taking Ranboo’s hand and they disappear into a cloud of purple sparkles.

 

⛛

 

“Tubbo put your shirt back on.” Ranboo says, fixing the blanket they have for the bed.

 

“What?” Tubbo asks, “I’m a boy, it's fine.”

 

“I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you if your shirtless.” Ranboo says, crossing his arms over his chest, and flicking his tail behind him.

 

Silence.

 

“I will make you sleep on the floor.” Ranboo asks.

 

“Fine!” Tubbo says, throwing his hands up in the air, before grabbing a comfortable shirt, and putting it on, “Happy?!” he asks.

 

“Very much so.” Ranboo says, purposely flicking his tail right in front of Tubbo’s face, causing the goat hybrid to sneeze.

 

“Did you see Tommy?” Tubbo asks, ignoring the way Ranboo giggles lightly at him sneezing, “he was like out of it.” 

 

“Ya, he has been passed out when we came back, a few times.” Ranboo says, crawling into the bed.

 

“It’s so weird,” Tubbo says, shutting off the light, and crawling in next to Ranboo, “and he is sleeping like really deep too.” 

 

“Hmm.” Ranboo hums, shifting so he is laying on his side, with his back to Tubbo, and his tail gently laying over Tubbo’s legs, “isn't he a light sleeper though?” 

 

“Yes, unless when he is super, exhausted.” Tubbo says, “which is what concerns me.”

 

“Ask him in the morning.”

Notes:

vigilantes:

Crimson -> Tommy
Teumessian Fox -> Fundy
Rewind ->
Bee -> Tubbo
Ender -> Ranboo

heroes:

Dream ->
Prometheus ->
404 ->
Lemon ->

villains:

Zephyrus -> Phil (za)
Blade -> Techno
Siren -> Wilbur
Jester ->

Chapter 13: tip 12: if you have powers that make you exstramly tiyerd, be careful where you use them/ in front of. just don't pass out in the arms of a super villain.

Notes:

here you go Hotel Duo.

be happy 'cuse I am loving it.

(I personally love Hotel Duo fics, so if you have any good ones tell me in the comments. plz.)

thanks, shadowedFlower and riverfoxx217, FireLord_Zuko7, CLAC, terys, and 5 guest for your kudos

Enjoy!

TW: wound descriptions/ blood.

Tommy walks down the street the next night.

 

He is still very exhausted from the night before, and work (Bad was managing tonight, and took one look at him, and gave him the easy jobs)

 

He hears a sound come from the alleyway he is passing.

 

He internally swears.

 

Out of the alleyway stumbles, Warden (well fucking shit).

 

The creeper hybrid, hero turned villain, looks at Tommy with his eyes, black sclera, with gold iris, (eye, one of them is closed), blood dripping down his brow.

 

Tommy stiffens. Out of all the villain, Warden scares him the most.

 

The villain was once a hero known by the name Daedalus.

 

But like the Greek man’s son, he fell from glory.

 

Some say he finally lost his temper, a dangerous thing for a creeper hybrid.

 

Some people speculate, he lost it when the hero’s healer Lemmon, got a hold of a keycard to Pandora, and Daedalus in turn took his arm (that part is true, the hero where a prosthetic, and it feels weird when Tommy shifts into Lemon by the powers still work through the prosthetic for Tommy)

 

They say people should have seen it coming, that creeper hybrids have uncontrollable tempers, but that's not true. No matter how hard Tommy tries, no matter how many Karnes he has to deal with, not once has Tommy seen Sam lose his temper. Tommy does not think he has even ever seen Sam get angry. Even when he burns his cookies he decorates to look like his dog Fran.

 

Sam is the only creeper hybrid Tommy has ever met. 

 

He feels like a father figure to Tommy.

 

The man before him has killed. 

 

The villain wearing a half mask, gas mask, is hurt.

 

So of course Tommy wants to help him.

 

“Alley now.” Tommy directs, shewing the villain into the alley.

 

Warden gives him a wired look, (with only one eye open it’s even weirder) but backs into the alley.

 

Tommy quickly looks around before joining him.

 

Tommy walks past the villain, towards a dumpster in the back of the alley, he points to behind one of the dumpsters, “sit.” he instructs.

 

The villain carefully sits, his back up against the brick wall.

 

Tommy crouches down.

 

He slowly reaches a hand towards the villain’s forehead. 

 

He pulls the sticky green hair. the hair has dry blood, couloring the hair, green and sanguine.

 

The villain has a huge laceration on his head and Tommy can see white poking out a bit, most likely a skull fracture.

 

“Can you please close your eyes?” Tommy asks.

 

Warden looks directly in his eyes, breathes in, and closes his eye well he breathes out.

 

(it’s as if Warden fully trust Tommy)

 

Tommy sifts, he places his other hand over Warden’s wound, he closes his eyes, as his hands glow.

 

He feels the bone reconnecting to where it goes, the skin fusing itself back together under his hands.

 

He removes his hands and shifts back.

 

“ ’s not too pogers.” Tommy slurs, as the world spins.

 

Warden opens both his eyes, and looks at Tommy.

 

Tommy sits down, “I think I will pass out now.” he says, his vision going black, as he falls to the side.

 

⛛

 

Dream throws Sam into a wall.

 

Sam can hear the crack his skull makes as it collides with the wall.

 

He slumps down to the wall, and fumbles with one of the canisters on his belt.

 

He grasps the one he wants, and throws it.

 

It starts spewing smoke.

 

Sam pulls himself up, and trudges through the smoke. He escapes, but feels blood drip down his brow, closes his one eye.

 

Shit.

 

He has to find the kid that healed Zephyrus.

 

He drags himself into an alleyway. 

 

By some miracle a person matching the description of the healer perfectly, approaches the alley.

 

He steps out to confront them and…

 

Tommy?

 

It can’t be, Tommy does not have powers.

 

Tommy stares at Sam.

 

“Alley now.” Tommy directs, shewing Sam into the alley.

 

Honestly Sam is impressed Tommy, just told him, a super villain to get back in an alley.

 

Sam complies with Tommy’s command.

 

After a beat Tommy joins him.

 

Tommy walks past Sam, towards a dumpster in the back of the alley, he points to behind one of the dumpsters, “sit.” he instructs.

 

Sam, again, complies.

 

Tommy crouches down in front of Sam, and moves a hand to move his hair.

 

He watches Tommy’s face, and his face alone gives away how bad his injury is.

 

“Can you please close your eyes?” Tommy asks.

 

This statement confuses Sam, but he is developing a splitting headache, so he complies.

 

He closes his open eye, fully trusting Tommy.

 

He feels another hand join the first, and a warmth starts to spread over his head.

 

No burning, but…pleasant.

 

It reminds Sam of how it would feel when Ponk would heal the worst of his injuries.

 

The thought makes Sam’s heart ache.

 

The hands pull away, but Sam does not open his eyes quite yet.

 

“ ’s not too pogers.” Tommy slurs, and Sam’s eyes fly open.

 

He sees the blond teen, swaying, eyes closed.

Tommy sits down, “I think I will pass out now.” he says, tipping to the side, his body going limp.

 

Sam grabs him before he hits the floor.

 

Sam sits in the alley, an unconscious teen in his arms.

 

“What am I going to do?” he mutters to himself.

 

He does have Purpled’s number, he could call or text him.

 

But how will he explain how he got a hold of an unconscious Tommy?

 

What if Tommy remembers healing Sam?

 

Why are Tommy and Purpled not walking home together?

 

He could drop Tommy off at his home, but Sam does not know where Tommy lives.

 

Shit…

 

Okay, okay, okay…

 

Sam can take Tommy to a Syndicate safe house, until he wakes, then send him home.

 

Ya, then Sam can properly pay him.

 

Sam carefully stands, unconscious Tommy still in his arms.

 

He shifts Tommy, and Tommy wraps his arms around Sam in his sleep, and it just makes Sam melt.

 

“Okay, let's go.” Sam mutters to himself, as he starts the walk to the nearest safe house.

Notes:

awwww Sam's a softy.

who wants to see a Phil X Sam custody battle.

 

have a good day/night.

[still dying of the heat, as of writing this, if you see any tyops...it like 90+ degrees farenhight outside, and I have NO air conditioner.]

Chapter 14

Notes:

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Enjoy

 

“Have you guys seen Tommy?” Purpled asks Tubbo, and Ranboo as they walk into the apartment.

 

“I thought he was walking home with you.” Tubbo says.

 

“He usually does.” Purpled lies, “except tonight I was having trouble, and I told him to go ahead.”

 

Purpled continues pacing in the living room where he has been since he went home, and Tommy is gone.

 

‘He usually at least texts me’ Purpled thinks to himself.

 

“He is not answering my call, or texts, I’ve left like six voice mails!”  Purple worries.

 

“We’ll go out and such the way you guys walk from work.” Tubbo offers.

 

“You can stay here if he comes back.” Ranboo adds.

 

“I’m just concerned, last time he got kidnapped by  super-villains!” Purpled stresses.

 

“I’m sure he is fine, he came home that night.” Ranboo reminds, Purpled.

 

“Okay, but it’s like eleven pm, “ Purpled says, “you can’t go out.” he says, “it’s not safe.”

 

“We both will be going out.” Tubbo says.

 

“Fine, but be safe.” Purpled says, pulling out his phone to call Tommy again.

 

“We will.” Ranboo says, as he and Tubbo, leave Purpled.

 

“This is big man Tommyinnit, Ladies man. I’ll call you back.”

 

“Tommy, where are you?” Purpled asks, the empty apartment, staring at his dying phone.

 

⛛

 

“You see anything?” Tubbo asks over the com.

 

“No.” Ranboo sighs, “this is not good.”

 

“I know boss man,” Tubbo sighs over the com line, “I’m getting worried.”

 

“Anything on the scanner?” Ranboo asks, before teleporting to the roof across the street.

 

“It’s all buzz about the fight between Dream, and Warden earlier.” 

 

“You think we should call it a night?” Ranboo asks, “we have been out for a few hours, and we just go done with patrol.”

 

“I- come pick me up.” Tubbo sighs.

 

“ okay.” Ranboo says, teleporting to where his partner is.

 

He metralises next to Tubbo, and his knees buckle.

 

“Whoa.” Tubbo says, catching the taller teen, “ya, you need to rest.” he says, lowering Ranboo to the ground.

 

“Sorry, just too much teleporting in a short amount of time.” Ranboo says.

 

“Lets walk home.” Tubbo says, “we arent that far from the alley we changed in anyway.”

 

⛛

 

Tubbo’s yaws from the service counter, “Emily Smith.” he calls.

 

A girl about seventeen, with brown hair walks up, “that would be mine.” she says.

 

He hands her the cup, and she takes it, “thank you.” she says, before moving across the cafe back to her seat with her open laptop.

 

“Tubbo, did you get any sleep?” Ranboo asks.

 

“Course, boo.” Tubbo replies.

 

“How much?” Ranboo responds.

 

“An hour or two.” Tubbo says.

 

Ranboo sighs, “I’m sure he will turn up soon.” he says, well bagging some pastries for an order.

 

“My thoughts wandered.” Tubbo says.

 

It’s true. He honestly tried to sleep but his mind came up with the worst.

 

Ranboo had passed out the second he laid down, having overexerted his powers for the night.

 

Tubbo laid, on the floor, his turn in the sleeping bag, eyes staring up at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to claim him, but to no avail.

 

“I’ll try to get more sleep tonight.” Tubbo says, filling another order.

 

⛛

 

Purpled walks to work.

 

Alone.

 

Tommy never came home last night.

 

Thankfully Purpled had passed out.

 

He woke up in the morning, half expecting Tommy to have snuck home, and be asleep next to him, but he was not.

 

He got up that morning, and found Ranboo still asleep, sprawled out on the couch.

 

Tubbo was already in the kitchen making some tea.

 

He looked like he had not slept.

 

Tubbo looked at Purpled and handed him a mug of hot tea.

 

Tubbo took his mug, and took a sip from it, only grimacing slightly when it burned his tongue.

 

The two teens stood in silence, until Ranboo stumbled into the kitchen, maroon, and green heterochromia eyes still filled with sleep.

 

He looked at Purpled, and Tubbo, then walked past them, grabbed one of the bagels Tommy brought home, and sat down on the floor, nibbling on it. 

 

He reaches the dinner, and sees Tommy standing behind the counter, in clothing he is sure they don’t own.

 

“Oh, you have some explaining to do!”

Notes:

Emily Smith, that is now the McDonalds brunet girl's name. (told you she would be back)

explanation of Ranboo's powers/hybrid stuff: Ranboo is indeed a hybrid. he wraps his tail around his waist, when he is no in his vigilante outfit. he does not want peapole to know he is a hybrid. it makes hiding his identity easier (Tubbo does the opposite). he does have heterochromia. it's a result of him being a hybrid (peapol pass it off as heterochromia, in a human). his eyes turn a brighter coulor when he uses his powers, (henses the ski goggles).

vigilantes:

Crimson -> Tommy
Teumessian Fox -> Fundy
Rewind ->
Bee -> Tubbo
Ender -> Ranboo

heroes:

Dream ->
Prometheus ->
404 ->
Lemon ->

villains:

Zephyrus -> Phil (za)
Blade -> Techno
Siren -> Wilbur
Jester ->
Warden -> Sam

Chapter 15

Notes:

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thanks Not_a_horse_girl, Shooting_the_Stars, Ihave_crustyahhlips, and 3 guests for your kudos.

 

Happy 25th Birthday Technoblade.

 

*chapter detacated to Technobalde*

Tommy wakes up on a couch (again).

 

His head still hurts a little but it’s manageable.

 

He sits up slowly, and…

 

‘Where am I?’ Tommy thinks.

 

He looks around and, casually sitting in an armchair next to the couch is the Warden, a book out on his lap, open.

 

The memories of the night before come flooding back.

 

“Where am I, and how did I get here?” he asks.

 

Warden closes his book.

 

He shifts in his seat, and looks at Tommy with his black, and gold eyes, “after you healed me, you passed out.” he says, voice wired through the gas mask, “I don’t know where you live, so I brought you here to a syndicate safe house.”

 

“Shit, Purpled will kill me again.” Tommy says to himself, “he is going to think I got kidnaped again.”

 

“Again?” Warden asks.

 

“Blade.” Tommy replies.

 

“Oh ya.” Warden chuckles, “he has a tendency.”

 

“Okay… what time is it? I have work and I don’t want to be late.” 

 

“It’s two-thirty.” Warden says, standing up, “it’s good you don’t want to be late for your job. A good exercise.” he says, leaving the book on the table.

 

“I got some clothes that I thought might fit you.” he says, grabbing a neat pile of clothing from the table, the book now rests on.

 

He hands them to Tommy.

 

Tommy looks at the clothes, the jeans are his size, and the shirt is gray, with a raccoon on the front, and the words ‘Stay pawsitive, be a raccoon!’ above it.

 

“Do you like it?” Warden asks.

 

“Raccoon’s are pretty pog,” Tommy says, “so ya.” 

 

“You can change in the bathroom, just follow me.” Warden says, his footsteps echoing off the concrete floor.

 

⛛

 

“Okay so your going to need to put this blind fold on before we leave.” Sam says, holding a black rag.

 

“Whatever.” Tommy says, taking the rag, and securely tying over his eyes.

 

Sam fanes his hand out in front of Tommy, and makes it look like he is going to hit him.

 

Tommy does not flinch.

 

“Can you see anything?” Sam asks.

 

“What do you think bitch?” Tommy snaps (ah classic Tommy, swearing even to super villains).

 

“I’m just going to carry you to the car.” Sam says, “don’t need you tripping.”

 

“I’m a big man,” Tommy replies, “I don’t trip.” he starts walking towards the door and his foot catches on air, and he is falling forward.

 

Sam catches Tommy by the back of his shirt, “un hun.” he says, “so bridle, or firemen's?” 

 

Tommy thinks for a moment, “Piggyback?” he asks.

 

“How about bridal.” Sam says, smiling under his mask.

 

“Fine.” Tommy huffs.

 

Sam scopes Tommy up in his arms.

 

Tommy’s arms wrap around the villain’s neck.

 

Sam opens the door with his hand behind Tommy’s back, and steps out. The door closes and locks automatically.

 

He walks to where he has a black SUV with tinted windows parked.

 

He opens up the passenger door, and sets Tommy down in the seat, then closes the door.

 

Sam walks around the car, and gets in the driver’s seat.

 

“I’m buckling you.” Sam says, reaching over to buckle Tommy up.

 

“What, you don’t want to get a ticket.” 

 

“If I get pulled over, I’m getting a little more than a ticket for you not being buckled.” Sam says, as the lock clicks.

 

He starts the car, and pulls out of the underground parking garage.

 

After a few minutes of driving he decides they are far enough that nobody will know where they came from.

 

“You can remove your blindfold now.” Sam says, eyes on the road.

 

From the corner of his eye Sam can see Tommy reach up, and remove the cloth.

 

“There should be some snack bars in the glove compartment.” Sam says, taking a left turn.

 

Tommy leans forward, and digs through the glove compartment.

 

“Do you want something?” Tommy asks.

 

“No, I already ate.” Sam says, “also mask.” he says pointing to his mask with his right hand.

 

“Right.” Tommy says, “do you normally keep snacks in your glove box?”

 

“Yes.” Sam says, “ It makes it easy if I need to grab a quick snack.” 

 

Tommy opens the bar he grabbed, and starts to eat it.

 

“Okay, here we are, right?” Sam asks.

 

“Ya this is where I work.” Tommy says, getting out of the car.

 

He grabs his book bag from the floor of the car.

 

“Uh, thanks for the ride.” Tommy says.

 

“No problem,” Sam says, smiling behind his mask, “have a good day.”

Notes:

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Chapter 16: tip 13: Gear people

Notes:

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“Oh, you have some explaining to do!” Purpled shouts at Tommy angrily, as he walks into the diner through the front door.

 

He is wearing his classic purple hoodie, and a pair of (very) faded light blue jeans.

 

“I can explain.” Tommy replies, hands up in a placating gesture.

 

“You better.” Purpled say, sitting down on one of the bar stools in front of the counter, Tommy is standing behind.

 

“I healed Warden, passed out, he took me to a safe-house to recover, got me clothes, food, and cash for healing him.” Tommy says.

 

“Damn.” Purpled says, “how much?”

 

“Enough to take us big men out for dinner.” Tommy says smiling, “ I can get some proper gear with the money from last time, and we should have enough to buy some real food too.”

 

“We thought you were kidnaped.” Purpled sighs, “at least he paid you.”

 

“Ya-”

 

“Hey guys.” Sam says walking in from the kitchen (he must have come in through the back).

 

“Hello sam.” Purpled says.

 

“Ello Sam.” Tommy says at the same time.

 

“Why don’t you boys get changed, and we can open.” Sam says, fixing his hair, that's a little disheveled.

 

(Now Tommy looks at him, he looks like he just hurriedly changed his clothes in a car.)

 

“ ‘kay.” Purpled says dragging Tommy to the back room where their lockers and aprons are.

 

“So where are we going to go?” Purpled asks, pulling off his sweatshirt, revealing the black employee shirt for the dinner.

 

Tommy pulls the dirty clothes from his book bag, sniffs the shirt and shrugs, ‘it smells fine enough’.

 

“I was thinking we could go down to that Mexican pizzeria down the road.” Tommy says, stuffing his bag into his locker.

 

“el rapid pizza?” Purpled asks, tying the apron behind himself.

 

“Yep.” Tommy says, before he walks off to the bathroom to change his shirt.

 

⛛

 

“How much for all of this?” Tommy asks, dropping his goods down on the checkout counter.

 

A bullet proof vest, knee guards, escrima sticks (with holsters), archery vambraces, and a pack of Huba Baba gum.

 

“I’m going to need to see an ID for at least the sticks.” the cashier says.

 

“Seriously.” Tommy sighs, pulling out his wallet, with the face ID (Tubbo made it so people would believe him when he told them he was 18. Don’t want to get thrown back in foster care).

 

He shows them the man's ID.

 

“Your total is $1,237.82.” the man says.

 

Tommy pulls out 13 hundred dollar bills, “there you go mate.” Tommy says.

 

The man pops open the cash register, and hands Tommy his change, “have a goodnight kid.”

 

“Amirican.” Tommy mutters under his breath, as he grabs his stuff, and stuff what he can in his bag.

 

He walks out of the small (totally legal) shop, into the night, vest, and sticks in hand, and the rest on his back in his bag.

 

As he walks he feels small drops of water on his face.

 

“Fucking shit.” Tommy swears as he starts running, before the rain comes down too hard.

 

⛛

 

Tommy steps into the apartment panting, and soaking wet.

 

“Get caught in the rain?” Purpled asks, from the kitchen where he is watching his dinner dish.

 

“Ya, but I got some stuff.” he responds, dropping the extra money in the jar they keep by the TV for emergencies.

 

“You going out tonight?” Purpled, as he ate his dishes down in the drying rack.

 

“Ya, can you dry me off?” Tommy asks, as he walks into the kitchen, vest, and sticks still in hand.

 

“Yes, but what are these?” Purpled asks, as he sticks a hand out in Tommy’s direction.

 

The withdrawn water floats through the air, and flows into the sink drain.

 

“escrima sticks,” Tommy says, “Pretty pogers.”

 

“And why,” Purpled asks, “do you have a set of sticks?”

 

“A weapon, silly.” Tommy replies, “the city wont let me have a gun.”

 

“For good reason.” Purpled mutter, “go change.” he tells the other blond teen.

 

⛛

 

“How do I look?” Tommy asks, standing in the living room, wearing his vigilante outfit (with his new gear).

 

“I can’t see the vest, the pads were a nice touch, and the sticks actually look really cool.” Purpled says from where he's sitting on the couch.

 

“Okay, then,” Tommy says, sliding his mask on, over his mouth, and latching it in the back, “I’m heading out for patrol.”

 

⛛

 

“Uggh, this sucks!” Tommy says to the rain pouring down on him, as he balances on the ledge of a roof like it’s a tightrope.

 

He puts his arms down to his sides, and sighs, “I’m the only one stupid enough to be out right now.” he grumbles to himself.

 

He sits down on the ledge, the water from the ledge soaking it’s way through his jeans.

 

He looks out, and that's when he sees it, someone on a rooftop down the street.

 

Tommy strained his hearing in that direction, and he can hear people yelling.

 

“Yes!” he yells jumping up, and shifting into Zephyrus.

 

He flys over through the rain, landing on the rooftop, and shifting back into himself.

 

Tommy ducks just in time to avoid getting knocked off his feet by Warden’s trident.

 

Something wraps around his ankle and drags him away from Warden, who drives his trident into the roof where Tommy just was crouching.

 

“Are you stupid!” Bee yells at him, pulling him up to his feet, “you're going to get yourself killed!”

 

“Hey!” Tommy yells back.

 

A hand on his shoulder.

 

He looks up, and all of a sudden his stomach is flipping, and they appear on the other side of the roof.

 

Where he and Bee were just standing, a torrent of water smashes into the roof.

 

“Active fight zone!” Ender says, having just teleported Tommy, and Bee, “watch out.”

 

“So what are we up against?” Tommy asks, pulling his escrima sticks from their holsters on his back, one in each hand.

 

“Warden, and Nemesis.” Ender reports, as Bee runs across the roof, artificial bee wings propelling him towards Warden.

 

“Two v three,” Tommy says, “easy.” he says twirling his sticks in his hands for effect before charging Nemesis.

Notes:

vigilantes:

Crimson -> Tommy [shape-shifting/power copping]
Teumessian Fox -> Fundy [illusionist and fox hybrid]
Rewind -> [minor time manipulation. suspected Allay DNA]
Bee -> Tubbo [Chlorokinesis]
Ender -> Ranboo [teleportation/End hybrid]

heroes:

Dream -> [telekinesis]
Prometheus -> [pyrokinesis]
404 -> [Sleep Inducement/possible dream-walker]
Lemon -> [healer]

villains:

Zephyrus -> Phil (za) [wings/avian (bird hybrid)]
Blade -> Techno [enhanced strength, enhanced natural senses, thicker skin, enhanced self-healing abilitys. suspected piglin hybrid]
Siren -> Wilbur [vocal mind control. phantom hybrid]
Jester -> [can controle casino coin's/playing cards, (uses special metal ones), increased luck/luck manipulation (not to much he just get really lucky). duck hybrid]
Warden -> Sam [Enhanced Inventing. Creeper hybrid]
Nemesis -> [water minipulasion. suspected merling DNA]

Chapter 17

Notes:

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TW: Violence.

“Hello.” he says, swinging one of the sticks at Nemesis’s ribs.

“Where did you come from?” she questions taking a step back to avoid the stick.

“My mum.” Tommy replies, swinging again.

“Ya, not dealing with that.” she says, summoning a wall from the water they are splashing in with every step.

She scoops Tommy up with a wave of water, and Tommy shifts into Nemesis, so he can breath in the water.

He takes a deep breath, and water fills his lungs through the gills on his neck.

“Neat trick.” Nemesis says, dropping the water to the ground.

Tommy thrusts an arm in front of him, controlling the water.

He encases Nemesis in a tower of the water.

She scoffs, “really?” then flicks the wrist causing the water to drop to the ground.

“Had to try.”  Tommy says smirking, before shifting back to himself. 

“Vigilantes.” Nemesis spits.

A scream cuts through the rain.

Tommy turns just in time to see Warden, slamming his trident’s handle into Ender.

Ender gets thrown across the rooftop, hitting a wall and crumpling to the ground with a pained yelp.

Bee lands from where he was hovering three feet off the ground, (with his artificial bee wings, and shooting stingers at Warden,) and runs over to Ender.

“Verabschiedung.” Nemesis says, running over to Warden.

The two super villains jump off the rooftop into a funnel of water, and escape.

“Fuck.” Tommy swears.

Tommy looks over at the other two vigilantes, and runs over to see what happens.

“What happened?” Tommy asks.

“I think Ra-Ender got caught off guard.” Bee says, “Breath buddy.” Bee says, directing the last part to Ender, who is laying in the ground, his arm bent at a weird angle.

“I can heal him.” Tommy says, “I just have to set his arm.”

“You would do that?” Bee asks.

“We vigilantes, if we don’t have each other's back, who will?” Tommy responds.

“It hurts.” Ender whimpers, letting out a shaky breath.

“What do you need me to do?” Bee asks.

“Hold him down.” Tommy says, as he shifts to Lemon.

“ ‘kay boss man.” Bee says, as he puts all his weight on Ender, and holds his hurt arm down at his shoulder.

“W-what are y-you doing?” Ender asks his partner.                       

“Sorry man.” Tommy says, as he places his hands on Ender’s arm, one hand one above the brake, and one below.

“wha-AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” Ender screams as Tommy fixes his arm so it is , and immediately starts healing it. 

Ender’s screams are like nothing Tommy has ever heard, they sound like a loud eerie screech, with a slight hiss.

Tommy can feel the bone’s in Ender’s arm knit themselves back together, and when he is sure they are healed, he lets go.

“Crimson, are you okay?” Bee asks, “You look kinda pale.”

“I’m fine.” Tommy says. His mouth clicks shut, and he tries to keep himself from puking, in his mask.

Ender lays on the ground breathing fast from his screaming.

He reaches up to his mouth, and pushes up on his jaw, resulting in a popping noise.

“Bro, did your jaw pop out of joint?” Tommy asks, his vision swimming.

“Ya, it does that sometimes, “ Ender says, as he sits up, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Tommy slurs, as he stands up, “I’m a head out, see ya big man.” he says, before shifting into Zephyrus, and taking to the sky.

⛛

“Was it me or did he look like he was going to drop at any moment?” Ranboo asks Tubbo.

“Oh totally man.” Tubbo responds watching Crimson disappear into the rain.

⛛

Tommy lands as soon as he gets far enough away, he flies into an alleyway, near the cafe, where he keeps a change of clothes, and a bag to hide his outfit.

As soon as he touches down he lifts back, and rips off his mask, heaving for air.

He crawls over to the spot, and pulls out his bag.

He takes the shirt out, and takes off his sweatshirt, and fighting sticks.

He stuffs the shirt in his bag, and takes off his shirt.

When a cool breeze hits his burning skin he sighs, then puts the new shirts on.

He takes off his knee pads, and stuffed them in his bag.

Tommy leaves his red trainers. If somebody recognizes his shoes, as the same as Crimson, fuck ‘em.

Tommy stuffs his stick, and mask into the bag, and hides it again.

He pulls out his phone and goes through his contacts.

He messages Purpled.

‘Tommy: I’m goin to be late’, He texts.

He goes through his phone and finds Wilbur’s.

He clicks it and calls.

It rings once.

Twice.

Thre-.

“Hey Tom’s, what’s up?” Wilbur says.

“I’m in an alley by the diner, I don’t feel so well can you come pick me up?” Tommy asks, trying to keep a whine out of his voice, as his head starts to fog up.

“What happened?” Wilbur asks.

“I think I’m going to pass out Wil.” Tommy says.

“Fuck!” Wilbur says, “I’m on my way!”

Tommy can hear keys jingling on the other end, and a house door slam shut.

Black spots dance in Tommy’s vision, and his phone falls out of his hand as he passes out.

⛛

“Tommy? Tommy!” Wilbur yells into his Phone as he pulls out of the driveway, “Tommy answer me.”

He is met with silence on Tommy’s end.

“Fuck.” Wilbur swears, as he hits the gas.

He drives (definitely breaking the speed limit) to the diner, he pulls over, and runs around looking for Tommy in the alleys near the diner.

“Tommy!” he yells.

He hears a faint echo of his voice come from one of the alleys, and he runs towards it.

Wilbur finds Tommy passed out, in the alley, his phone fallen on the ground.

‘Did he heal someone?’ Wilbur wonders as he picks up the teen.

“Damn, your light.” Wilbur says, as he carries Tommy to his still running car, to take him home.

Notes:

:o Tommy passed out, Wilbur save him, Purpled in the dark.

 

so Ranboo is an enderman hybrid, so imagine the enderman screams, and there you go, thats what he sounded like.

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Chapter 18

Summary:

and we are!

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(the heat ether make me write a lot or not at all, and I've been in a heat wave [80-90f] all week)

“Please tell me you aren't bringin’ the kid home.” Techno says into his phone as he sits on the subway, on his way home, villain outfit in his bag.

 

“...” 

 

“Wilbur.” Techno scolds.

 

“He passed out, and called me now, what should I do?” Wilbur says, “anyway I already got him home, and on the couch.”

 

“Okay, do you know why he fainted?”

 

“I think he healed someone.” Wilbur says.

 

“Breathing and heart rate?” 

 

“Both normal.” Wilbur says.

 

“Okay, just prop his legs up above his heart, and make sure he has nothing to tight on.”

 

“Thank you Tech.”

 

“Don’t mention it, I’ll be home soon.” Techno says, as he steps off the subway car.

 

⛛

 

Wilbur hears a ding come from Tommy’s phone.

 

He picks up the phone to see who it is from.

 

Purpled: what the fuck is that supposed to mean ‘I’m going to be late’?

 

Wilbur remembers Purpled is one of Tommy’s roommates. The one that works at the diner with Tommy to be specific.

 

He sends Purpled a text.

 

Tommy: Hey it’s Wilbur Minecraft. Tommy called me to pick him up, and passed out. So I brought him to my places.

 

Purpled: is he okay?

 

Tommy: he is fine I’ll text you the address.

Tommy: xxx xxxxx xx.

 

Purpled: thanks I’ll be over, I don’t have a car so it may take awhile.

 

Tommy: I can drive him home when he wakes up.

 

Purpled: that works, thank you.

 

Wilbur puts the phone back down on the table next to the couch.

 

He sits in an armchair next to the couch, waiting for Tommy to wake.

 

⛛

 

“You know I expected Phil to try and adopt the kid.” Techno says, as he walks into the living room.

 

“You know, same.” Wilbur says, as he stands up from the chair, “I think I’m turning into dad.” 

 

“You might be right.” Techno says, sitting in the chair opposite of where Wilbur was.

 

“I don’t want to be dad.” 

 

“Good luck with that.” Techno says, pulling out his phone.

 

He shoots Phil a quick text.

 

Techno: can you come down stairs.

 

Phil: I swear if one of you is dying, I will kill you.

 

Techno hears Phil come down the stairs, mumbling about ‘the third time this month’.

 

He steps into the living room, his wings out in the open.

 

“We have company.” Techno says, as Phil’s eyes land on Tommy’s sleeping form.

 

“Oh.” Phil says, masking his wings with deep purple magic, “Is that Tommy?”

 

“Yup, Wil is adopting him.”

 

“Am no!”

 

“You are.”

 

“No, I’m not.”

 

“Boys.” Phil says, stopping the antics, “why is he here?”

 

“He called me saying he felt like passing out, and did well I was on call.” Wilbur says, “so I brought him here.”

 

“Did he heal someone?” Phil asks.

 

“I’m assuming yes.” Wilbur says.

 

“Nobody said they went to him, “ Phil says, “I told everyone if they get healed to tell me after.”

 

“Do you think he healed someone outside of our organization?” Techno asks.

 

“It’s a possibility.” Phil says, “when he wakes we can ask him if he knows why he passed out, and proceed from there.”

Notes:

pray the heat wave ends soon plz.

Chapter 19: tip 14: excuses, excuses, excuses.

Notes:

thanks, CosmicAngelWrites, Fritz_simons, Ha_no, Hammertorn, SleepyBearMama, Kori_bender, The_cherrio, Stella_moon8, Circusafton, Mikhail_98, and 15 guest for the kudos.

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Tommy slowly sits up, and cracks an eye open.

 

The second light enters his eyes, an headache makes itself known to Tommy.

 

“Fuck.” Tommy breaths out as he closes his eyes, laying backwards in defeat. 

 

“What’s wrong?” someone asks.

 

“Wilbur?” Tommy asks, sitting up, eyes flying open.

 

“Good morning sleepy head.” Wilbur greats, “Mind telling us why you passed out in an alleyway?”

 

“Yes.” Tommy answers, “I think that is my business.” 

 

“Fine you win.” Wilbur sighs, standing up, “want something to eat or drink before I take you home?”

 

“You got coke?” Tommy asks, grinning.

 

“The cola, yes.” Techno says, “the drug, no.”

 

“When did you get here!?” Tommy asks, turning to the pinket.

 

“I live here.” Techno says.

 

“I’m going to head to bed.” Phil says, standing up, “don’t stay up too late.”

 

“Do I look like a teenager?” Techno says, flipping a page in his book.

 

“You have the sleep schedule of one.” Phil says, as he walks up the stairs.

 

“Old man.” Techno says, looking back at his book.

 

“I heard that!” Phil yells from the top of the stairs.

 

“Here you go Tom.” Wilbur says, as he enters the living room, a red can of coca cola in hand.

 

“Thanks.” Tommy says, taking the can and standing up.

 

Tommy follows Wilbur, who grabs his keys and heads out the front door.

 

They get in the car, and Wilbur pulls out of the driveway.

 

“I texted your roommate, Purpled I would be bringing you home.” Wilbur says, when they are on the road.

 

“Thanks.” Tommy says, after a moment of silence he asks, “you didn't read my messages, right?”

 

“Of course not.” Wilbur asks, as Tommy relaxes, “what are you secretly a villain and don’t want me to know?”

 

“No you fucking bastured.” Tommy says, “it’s a privacy thing.”

 

“Alright.” Wilbur says, “So is it okay if I ask now we are alone, do you know why you passed out?”

 

‘Shit’ Tommy thinks, “I guess I just felt off today, nothing more than that.”

 

“Okay.” Wilbur responds, and the rest of the drive is spent in silence.

 

⛛

 

“Why did you not call me ?” Purpled asks.

 

“Because you don’t have a car.” Tommy responds.

 

“Tommy, why did you pass out in the first place?” Tubbo asks.

 

“My sugar must have been low.” Tommy replies.

 

“You have diabetes?” Ranboo asks, tilting his head to the side a bit.

 

“No.”

 

“Interesting.” Tubbo says.

 

“You know I’m still tired.” Tommy says, exaggerating a yawn, “I’m going to head to bed.” he says, “lets, go to bed Purp.”

 

Purpled glares at him, but they both go to bed.

 

Once Tubbo and Ranboo are alone, Tubbo dragged Ranboo to the kitchen.

 

“Tommy has been acting so strange.” Tubbo says, as he pulls himself up to sit on the counter. 

 

“So?” Ranboo says, as he sits cross legged on the floor, “we have our own secrets.”

 

“I’ve been thinking.” Tubbo says, then sighs, “I think we should tell him who we are.”

 

“Are you sure?” Ranboo asks.

 

“I-I don’t know.” Tubbo says, “I feel bad holding this secret from Tommy, and Purpled.”

 

“Me too, but aren't we keeping them safe by not telling them?” Ranboo asks.

 

“We are, but… it feels wrong.” Tubbo says, “I don’t know. I think we should sleep on it.”

Notes:

do not expect an update for awiale, I am having problems getting motivated to write this :D
I will be back to to update eventually, and end this fucker.

untill then, drop a comment, for who you might want to see, I want to add more characters (Heroes?)

Chapter 20: tip 15: if you find out your (amazing) roommates, are also vigilantes...it's honestly up to you to tell them if you are or not.

Notes:

well I have not updated this is a long time

“We have something we have been keeping from you.” Tubbo says. Him and Ranboo are standing in front of the couch. Purpled and Tommy sit on the couch.

 

Tommy and Purpled look at each other, locking eyes for a second then look back at their roommates.

 

“Ranboo mind showing them?” Tubbo says.

 

Ranboo who had been writing his hands next to Tubbo takes a deep breath, closing his eyes.

 

Tommy and Purpled are in shock at Ranboo as he changes.

 

He becomes taller (only by a few inches), a tail with twin black and white fluff lowers towards the ground, and when he opens his eyes they are a bright red and green (more notasible than they normally are.

 

“You're a hybrid?” Tommy asks.

 

“Yup.” Ranboo answers, his hands up in a sheepish gesture.

 

“I did not see that coming.” Purpled comments.

 

“There’s more.” Tubbo says.

 

Tommy and Purpled look at Ranboo who is standing in front of them.

 

In an instant he is sitting in between Tommy and Purpled, only a cloud of purple partacaly where he was.

 

“Fucking shit!” Tommy says, jumping away from Ranboo who basically jumpscared him.

 

“Interesting, Is that part of your hybrid traits or a power you simply have?” Purpled asks.

 

“I think it’s part of my hybrid status, but I really don't know.” Ranboo says, teleporting back next to Tubbo.

 

“So you mean to tell me when I asked if you could run my headphones down the stairs to me, and you said ‘no, I’m not going up and down the stairs’, you could have just teleported with them?” Tommy asks, glaring at the taller teen.

 

“Uh… kinda?” Ranboo says, rubbing the back of his neck.

 

“Ya, that’s not the only thing.” Tubbo says., “where the vigilantes Bee and Ender.”

 

Tommy gives them a mix of looks, and for some reason he keeps glancing at Ranboo’s area (the same one he broke).

 

“I definitely did not see that coming.” Purpled says.

 

Tommy shots him a look, ‘should I tell them too?’

 

Purpled gives a look that says, ‘do you man.’

 

“So um, how would you react if I said I had powers to?” Tommy asks.

 

“Seriously!” Tubbo says, “damn.” Ranboo says at the same time.

 

“So what are your powers?” Tubbo asks, his little goat tail wagging happily behind himself.

 

“I can shape shift.” Tommy says, “and I’m also a vigilante.” he says, shifting to himself at Crimson.

 

“No way.” Tubbo says, as Ranboo just stares at him eyes wide, looking down from his arm to Tommy, to his arm.

Notes:

I swear we will eventually end this.

Chapter 21

Notes:

and we are back my dear readers.

almost 100 of you have subs and have been waiting so here you go.

Dream runs Siren jumping down to the next rooftop.

If he did not have earplugs in he would hear the wind blowing in his ears.

These damn villains think they own the whole place.

“Get back here you piece of crap!” Dream yells.

Siren sticks the arm up in the air that is not holding the backpack full of stolen tech store goods, flicking Dream off.

Dream does not hear Zephyrus swoop down until his clawed hands are digging into his shoulder.

The hero is shoved to the ground, and Zephyrus scopes Siren up, flying off.

Dream stands up, holding a hand up to his bloody shoulder, face scowling under the smiling white mask.

“That was so bad.” George says through the earpiece in his earplug.

Dream rolls his eyes, turning around to make his way back to the hero tower, green energy swirling around his legs, letting him fly (it’s easier than walking, but it drains the hero, using his powers), “you could have come and helped.”

“But Sap brought those donuts from that bakery his dad owns.” Georges says, “are you saving any for me?” Dream asks.

A flash of purple catches his eye, he drops down to the closest rooftop and watches.

I think there's like two, but there's also two of us,” George says as Dream watches. It’s the vigilante Bee and Ender, “and we both are still hungry,” Ender grabs Bee’s arm before they teleport off in a cloud of purple sparkles, “so get your green butt back here.”

Dream sighs, back on his course to the hero tower, “I swear if I don’t get one, I’ll make you both fight Blade.”

Notes:

drop a comment, it motivates me to post the next chapter :D

Chapter 22: Not a chapter, but an update

I have not updated this in 2-3 months.

 

I'm sorry to the fans of this fic, but I kinda feel like I have run out of ideas and how to progress the story.

 

In reality, I did not have an idea as to what the ending would look like.

 

Well I did enjoy writing it as I went, I don't as much anymore.

 

I kinda have not been into this fandom that much for months and I feel kinda out of touch with it.

 

This is by far my most popular fic, but I don't know how to continue it.

 

I really want to continue it, but I just can figure out how other then doing something like killing Tommy and,or everyone in the fic for no reason (which I don't want to do, the fic is called, " TommyInnit's guide to vigilantism (and how not to die as one)" not how to die like one).

 

Though, it any of you other writers out there who love this story want to add to it, I would love to see that.

 

If you want to continue this story or even have an idea for what the end could look like, you have my premision to write it out.

 

Just remember to put it down as an inspired by fic so I and other can see it.

 

Again, I'm sorry about ending this, I'm glad you enjoyed it as I did.

 

Thank you.

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Notes:

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