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“I remember how it happened.”
Downstairs, Eight-ball grabbed a wine bottle from the wine cellar. This wasn’t his first time in his boss's study. He can remember how everything looked like it was the back of his hand. Upstairs, the back wall was filled with rows and rows of file cabinets. The cabinets had files of each citizen. (or so he’d been told).
“Hurry up down there!” His boss yelled.
Eight-ball swiftly took two wine glasses and hurried upstairs. “I apologize for the wait, sir.”
“Yeah, yeah,” the boss rolled his eyes, “don’t make me wait any longer.”
“I, um,” Eight-ball cleared his throat, “I got white wine.” He started to pour wine into the glasses. “Sir.” he quickly added.
He placed both glasses on the side of the desk. His boss sat down at his desk, filing cabinets behind him. The man with round glasses sitting across, at the other side of the desk near the entrance to the wine cellar. Both men waited for him to be done, but of course, one of them is an asshole (don't tell the boss he said that).
“Alright, you're done.” The boss snatched the wine bottle mid-pour and managed to spill a bit on a...file.
“Shit,” Eight-ball muttered. He pulled out a cloth from his pocket and started cleaning the spilled wine.
The man with round classes took a sip of his wine, “Be easy on him JSchlatt. He probably had a way harder day than you have.” The man gave Eight-ball a wink.
He ignored it.
The boss gave Eight-ball a look. Eight-ball raised an eyebrow, “Would you like anything else, sir?”
“No, that’s all. Go to your post.” JSchlatt said with a hint of aggression.
“Yes, sir.” Eight-ball stood at the far right corner near the entrance of the wine cellar.
While cleaning the wine, he couldn’t help but look at the file. The name, Thomas Taken is printed on the cover.
On the left and right walls, there were display cabinets filled with medals, articles, and photographs of this famous supervillain. In all honesty, Eight-ball could guess JSchlatt was the one to sculpt his medals since he’s a Metal Molder and all.
“Quackity! Get your ass over here!” His boss yelled.
Quackity tried not to roll his eyes while walking over to his boss. “Is there anything you would like, sir?”
Completely ignoring Quackity’s question, JSchlatt placed his wine down, “Tell him what you told me, Wil.”
Wilbur swirled the glass of wine, “Tastes like apple juice,” he said with a smirk.
Quackity looked at him in confusion, “You’re talking about the wine, right?”
“Of course, he’s talking about the wine!” JSchlatt shouted, “Go get us another one!”
Oh, now he’s yelling at Quackity for getting his fucking favorite wine. “JSchlatt, why are you yelling?! I got your fucking favorite wine!” he gestures to the empty wine bottle.
Wilbur bursts out laughing, “You like apple juice JSchlatt? Like a fucking baby!”
Quackity started chuckling, “I mean, if you really think about it, all JSchlatt does is rage over the smallest things.”
Wilbur started laughing louder, “You’re so right!”
Schlatt was fuming at this point, “Let's see who’s right about this!” He picked up two things and aimed for their heads.
Quackity dodged his object with ease. Wilbur, fortunately, did not. He got hit with a fucking cookbook.
-===================================================================-
Let's be honest, after a nightmare, who the fuck falls back asleep? Like really, who does that? So you’d understand that at 4:19 in the morning Tommy would be walking the lonely streets of Newbrooch.
Now to get into the city he would’ve had to take a 15 min walk to a bus station, then take a 1-hour bus ride to the city, and get dropped off at another bus station.
A lot, right?
He would have to do that every day PLUS wait 10 mins for ANOTHER bus to pick him up to get the Newbrooch high. And that lasts about 45 minutes (60 minutes if there was traffic, which there is every day) to get there. If Tommy were to walk the city to high school, that would take an hour and 20 minutes; just enough time to think.
What the fuck happened? He thought to himself while getting off the bus. He waves to the bus driver, a silent thank you. A wave of cold, crispy air hit Tommy’s face. Tommy didn’t expect it to be so nice outside.
“Okay, let's do this step by step.” Tommy took a deep breath and sighed, “So, you got kidnapped.”
A leaf flew in front of him.
“Well, you got kidnapped at Purpled’s house—I guess that doesn’t really matter.” He said at a fast pace.
Tommy continued walking. He debated putting on music to drown out all his problems but decided against it. He felt as if drowning out all his problems now will take a toll on him in the future.
Looking up at the nautical-twilight sky, there were grey clouds. He hoped it was just lighting and not the fact rain would be present to add to his misery.
Oh, poor, poor Tommy. Stuck outside. Know where to go—besides school of course. But learning’s boring! He wants adventure in his life! Sure, he got kidnapped and had a vivid memory dream about his brother trying to kill himself and Techno rescuing him. After that, waking up unable to move, nearly having a panic attack over something grabbing his arm, discovering it was Purpled but REALISING Purpled was in his house–which was weird in and of itself. Then, Finding a creepy-ass demon in the corner of his room, Purpled using his ability on Tommy, then nearly having a mental breakdown at 3 am.
Tommy nodded to himself, he did well for one night. Well, most of it almost made his heart jump out due to fear but getting hit with a net-launcher gun was pretty badass, he thought.
Still, Tommy needed more. So, in an impulsive state of mind, Tommy turns right, into an alleyway.
-===============================================================-
“WILBUR!” Quackity yelled as watched one of his ex-childhood best friends get hit by a book. “SCHLATT, WHAT THE FUCK!??!?” He dived for Wilbur and they both fell to the ground with a thud.
“Oops ,” JSchlatt said sarcastically.
He continued talking bullshit while Quackity on the other hand was panicking.
“I don’t care about how your dog died,” Quackity said, “JUST TELL ME HOW TO WAKE THIS MOTHERFUCKER UP!” He violently started to shake Wilbur.
JSchlatt stared at his worker in disgust. It’s the fact that Quackity cares. Not about his (non-existent) dog, but Wilbur. Quackity had a little love triangle with Wilbur and JSchlatt. Both boys tried their hardest to win Quackity’s heart and be his best friend forever, but nothing seemed to work. In the end, Quackity went sprinting to his crush, Sapnap, and left both boys to rot at the monkey bars.
“Have you tried CPR?” He suggested.
After finishing his glass, JSchlatt took Wilbur’s wine glass and had a sip. He wasn’t angry at Quackity for getting his favorite wine, actually, he was more surprised that he remembered, but he was frustrated with wanting Quackity back. And if that wasn’t enough, JSchlatt was jealous of Wilbur. He was jealous because Wilbur was smart, poetic, charming, confident, and a born leader. And JSchlatt? JSchlatt was none of those things. He was selfish, mean, reckless, hypocritical, and all in all, a fucking asshole. And he knows with every damned bone in his body that no one, AND NO ONE, will ever love him. That is a fact.
...
So why does his heart give in?
Why is it, deep inside of him, away from the man he made himself to be, wants his friend back? Wants love back? He knows he’ll never get it, but why?
JSchlatt noticed Quackity staring back at him. He gave out a frustrated sigh, “I need another drink.” And walked out of the room.
-=======================================-
When Tommy turned the corner, he thought he was going to meet a nursery of raccoons, but instead, Tommy was shocked at what he was seeing right now.
Lethe, a villain, in a fucking dumpster and vigilante Dino beside the dumpster. Both in a conversation.
Tommy didn’t know what to do but he was more scared of Dino than the actual Villain in the dumpster. It was rumored after Dino would save someone, that person would be in dept. And if they didn’t pay him off? He would kill them.
Tommy got full-body chills. He had to get out of here.
“So, where should we go?” Dino said with a smirk. He was leaning on the dumpster looking at a very flustered Lethe.
Lethe flicks their black and white tail out of the garbage and brings it to their face. Resting on it is at least a dozen purple particles. “It says we should have a dinner date,” Lethe says with a smile.
Dino furrowed his eyebrows, “That’s nice.”
Lethe snorted.
“Is chat paying?” Dino said, amused.
Tommy would also like to go too, but he might not make it if two raccoons jump him. He backed away slowly and then screamed, “Holy SHIII-” when the two raccoons pushed him into a trash bin.
Dino’s head snapped towards the noise. A child’s legs were sticking out of a trash bin, flailing helplessly. Dino assumed (and hoped) that the rest of the body was in it. Within the bin, two black and grey striped tails were wagging very fast, while outside, three standing raccoons walked around.
“You should go help them,” Lethe whispered while struggling to get out of the dumpster.
Dino smirked, “Not until I help you first.” he whispered back, with a wink.
Dino offered his hand.
“Very charming,” Lethe grabbed his hand.
He tried to hide his blushing but purple is a very noticeable color. And it made Dino smile.
“GHAAAIIHAA!”
Right…
Dino snapped his fingers and two vines burst out of the pavement. He signaled one of the plants to move forward and grab the kid.
Tommy didn’t know what was touching him though it felt smooth and stiff at the same time?? He assumed it was another raccoon. “GET OFF OF ME YOU LITTLE FUCKS!”
“Chill, I'm trying to help you.”
Dino lifted his hand; the vine followed his signal.
Tommy didn’t know who was talking. It was probably the vigilante besides Tommy who HEARD the rumors. “NO, NO, NO, I DON’T NEED YOUR FUCKING HELP !”
Dino rolled his eyes, “Too late.” He put his hand into a fist.
Tommy felt pressure on his torso and he knew he was about to get lifted. Tommy wondered if he was going to be late for school.
“Are you ready?” Dino asked.
The answer would have been ‘no’ and ‘fuck you’ but he didn’t have the time to answer.
Dino lifted his fist and Tommy felt the air hit his face hard. He had to squint because his eyes started to water.
Once it stopped, Tommy thought it was over. As a result, he assumed that Dino would let him down and he would be on his way. But no, Tommy started to violently shake, and it wasn’t Tommy shaking, it was the vine shaking him. “WHAT’S THE BIG IDEA DICK HEAD???” Tommy yelled. “D’YOU REALISE I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL AND TO DO THAT I HAVE TO LOOK NICE?!”
“No!” Dino hollered.
“You still have raccoons on you!” Lethe added but a bit quieter.
Dino looked him in the eyes.
“What?” Lethe asked.
“...”
Nothing.
They were starting to get nervous when Dino didn’t answer back. Their tail wrapped around his leg.
That seemed to get his attention. “Sorry,” Dino said apologetically and looked down.
“F-for what-?”
“Do you have a map?” He asked and looked back into Lethe’s eyes, “I keep getting lost in your eyes.”
That took a second to realize what Dino said though once they finally got it, they started blushing hard. “You–you cant-”
Dino shot him a flirtatious wink and started to move his other hand. The vine wrapped itself around both of the raccoons.
“WAIT!” Tommy shouted, “I WANT TO KEEP ONE AS A PET!”
Dino paused. “What?”
“Yeah,” he said, “since my brother won't give me a cat, I want the closest thing to one.”
Dino didn’t bother to ask for Lethe’s advice. They were probably still gawking because of him. Plus, part of his mind told him to flick it and the other said blow it up. (Considering they were talking about a raccoon, Dino didn’t know how to feel about that.) So, he chose the best option, murder it.
“BYE-BYE!” Dino threw his arm and the raccoons went flying in the air, never to be seen again.
Tommy looked around quickly, “hehe, yeah, okay.” Once he thought about it, he is in the same position the raccoons were in. “Hey um.” he took two uneasy breaths, “can-can you...put me down?”
“Can I?” Dino smirked.
Tommy shut his eyes and took a deep breath, “Put. Me. Down.”
“I think you should put him down,” Lethe said. He tugged on Dino’s arm but he wouldn’t budge.
He rolled his eyes, “Your no fun.”
Dino released his fist and Tommy went diving to the ground.
“Dino!” Lethe swatted his arm and was going to get an ender pearl from his coat but the child already hit the ground.
Tommy grunted, “Ow! OWWWW!”
As Lethe rushed to the kid, he slowly sat up and opened his eyes, only to be met with stabbing pain in the head.
His eyes flew shut as he quickly put his hand on his head and winced.
“Are you okay?” Lethe asked with concern.
They looked back at Dino he shrugged his shoulders. Lethe furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head with disapproval.
“Can you..” they stared at the kid, “look up for me?”
Tommy was scared to look up, but he had to. And because he had to, he would look up slowly for dramatic effect. The first thing he saw was boots. To be more specific, it was Edwardian boots. Looking up further, Lethe wore victorian trousers. He could tell they were wearing a coat, but he didn't know what type. (He had to look up farther for that too.)
A decent and classical man would know a collared shirt by just looking at the sleeves. Collared shirts? Tommy thought. He knew about those. A shirt men wore in the 16th century because they got lazy. The last time Tommy checked, it was the 21st century. There were sparkly green-blue circular cufflinks. He also figured out the coat was a black steampunk frock coat that matched his black waistcoat. It looked costly.
But the best thing about the whole outfit was the side cape. The cape was black, yes, and it had a golden trim on the outside of it. It connected to them via thin golden string. He didn't know what it hooked up to. It looked like an eye-pendant thing. But the cape itself was beautiful. He could say Lethe as a whole was a monstrous, beautiful thing. But the cape--oh! The cape. But the pendant. The string was hooked up to a pendant by the looks of it. It was strange because whenever he would focus on it, he felt like his whole outside world didn't matter.
Right in the middle of the pendant was a black ‘tear’. The only reason he thinks it's a ‘tear’ is that it looks as if it got clawed right in the middle of the pendant and the color that was there is fading. The light green surrounding the ‘tear’ was getting darker and darker, blending into a dark blue-green as it got closer to the edge of the pendant.
Good golly gosh, Lethe was hot. Despite Tommy’s responsibilities as head of the fashion department at the Theater club, he could only recognize some of Lethe’s clothing.
“Are you okay?” The monstrous, beautiful thing asked again. This time, they nealed down to try to meet his level. Even sitting, Lethe was tall as fuck. If Tommy looked straight at Lethe, he would be looking at their pendant.
The pendant. Tommy looked at the pendant. It was beautiful. The more he looked at it, the more relaxed he felt, he felt like he was being put into a calm trance! A thought popped into the back of his mind.
⊬⍜⎍ ⏃⍀⟒ ⏁⊑⟒ ⎍⋏⟟⎐⟒⍀⌇⟒, ⏃⋏⎅ ⊑⟒ ⟟⌇ ☌⍜⎅.
What?
Tommy looked into Lethe’s glossy, vibrant purple eyes. It looked like glass balls. Tommy quickly looked away, “What time is it?”
He tried to stand but he felt another sharp stab at the side of his head.
Dino approached them.
“It’s 6:45.” Lethe put his pocket watch back.
“Time to go,” Dino swooped Tommy in his arms.
“Let me down, bastard!” he tugged on Dino’s white scientist coat. “I will undo your green tie.” he threatened.
“Oh no, not my tie.” He said it as if he didn’t care.
Some silence passed, it wasn’t very comfortable so Dino decided to break it, “your pretty small-”
“I AM NOT SMALL!”
“Your like, 5’8.”
“I’M SIX FOOT ONE!” Tommy shouted.
“If you were six foot one, we would be the same height.”
Tommy decided to change the subject due to embarrassment because he is 5’8 the stupidity of this man for not being able to count measurements.
Tommy looked at the tulip vines all over Dino. “That's a lot of flowers,” he scrunched up his nose, “It smells weird.” Tommy suddenly felt tired.
“Good, that means it’s working.”
“What’s work-” Then it clicked, “Oh you piece of shit. I didn’t even know you could do that.”
Dino chuckled and flicked his wrist, “Are you ready?” he tied a vine around him and the child.
“You know what else is a piece of shit?” He didn’t wait for an answer, “Your gas mask, your coat, your shoes…”
Tommy continued insulting the vigilante's appearance, “your thick brown hair, your hazel eyes..” even in the air, “your trousers, your shoes again.”
“Why are you insulting my appearance?”
“Appearance is the most effective and easiest way to insult someone,” Tommy said and then yawned.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just go to sleep, you grumpy child.”
Tommy rested his head on Dino’s chest, “I'm no child.” He said quietly.
A few seconds later, Tommy was breathing more slowly.
-==================================-
Quackity watched JSchlatt walk out. What’s up with him?
He shook his head. Literally everything.
Quackity looked at Wilbur and caressed his cheek, “I'm not going to kiss you.” he said while smiling.
He already made sure Wil was breathing, so he didn’t have to do CPR. Quackity got up and he suddenly remembered what was on JSchlatt’s desk. He checked the door and tip-toed over the file.
Thomas Taken it said in bold letters.
Quackity sighed, “This will all be over soon. ”
“What will be over soon?”
Quackity jumped and his eye darted to Wilbur. He sighed again, “You're awake?” he stated the obvious.
“What will be over soon?” he asked again. Wilbur patted the floor with a smile on his face.
Quackity laughed at his attics and sat down next to him.
It was quiet for a while..well, in their minds it wasn’t.
What do I do? Quackity thought. He put his elbow on his thigh and rested his head on his fist. I really don’t to tell him, he won’t believe me. He closed his eyes and sighed.
Wilbur interlocked his and Quackity's fingers.
He opened one eye and saw Wilbur’s hand in his. He didn’t want to be rude and let go, so he gently squeeze his hand. “Are you okay?” Quackity asked and he shut his eye.
“I mean, my head hurts but y’know.” He shrugged. With his free hand, he touched the spot that hurt the most and felt soaked cloth. Wilbur took his beanie off and stuffed it into his coat. His hair was painted red. “You said something will be over soon?”
Quackity opened his eyes and looked at Wil, “You won’t believe me if I tell you.”
Wilbur raised his eyebrows, “Is this one of your visions!?” he exclaimed.
Quackity nodded sheepishly.
Wilbur scooted in closer. With his bloody hand, placed on Quackity’s shoulder, he leaned to his ear, “show me.” he spoke softly.
Wilbur backed his mouth away from Quackity’s ear but their faces were extremely close.
Quackity didn’t see ill-intent in his ex-childhood friend's eyes, only curiosity, and warmth. He looked at him like he was worth it. Like he meant something to him. It reminded him of the past–the good moments.
The three of them, mostly just him and Wilbur would go deep into the forest that was surrounding the playground. If you go about four-thousand yards out, there would be a clearing. During the day and night, the trio would set picnics, blast music, sing songs, stargaze, and camp. They would also practice their abilities even though Wilbur had to use it on one of them and Quackity couldn’t freely use his. But once Quackity had a vision, he would tell them all about it! JSchlatt never believed him and Wilbur was always too scared to listen but it was fun.
Quackity didn’t know he was smiling until he remembered three things: fear, pain, and regret. “You know I can’t tell you.” Quackity looked up as he tried not to cry. “You know what happened last time.”
They might not remember what happened last time.
When you are angry, you remember what you are feeling, what you are doing, and what you are going to do after. You have no care about your surroundings, no care about who gets hurt, and definitely no care about the consequences.
(flashback noises)
The trio was at the monkey bars, Quackity was dangling upside-down, and Wilbur was sitting on the rubber flooring and throwing woodchips at JSchlatt while he lay on the ground molding one of the bars to anything he desired. None of them were talking and it was peaceful. To kids, it was boring.
The day before, Quackity expressed concern about how long he had been without a dreamful sleep. So, his two best friends that were older than him by a year and had experience with that type of thing gave him advice. Wilbur said the problem could be because “he didn’t have enough lunar energy.” JSchlatt said it was because “fortune telling wasn’t real.”
But that was what the ability was for, wasn’t it?
Today, Quackity was excited and nervous. This wasn’t like any other vision, it was about them—the three of them.
Should he tell them?
“What’s on your mind?” Wilbur asked without looking at him. “Usually you would be cracking jokes or telling us how much you hate George and Dream’s relationship.” he chuckled.
Quackity huffed like he had to explain this a hundred times, “They’re incompatible. Dream is too full of himself and George is too clingy to realize Dream will only do what’s best for himself.”
JSchlatt looked bored, “So? Why do you care? You act like it’s your problem.”
“Well, it is!” he started to pull himself up.
“It’s really not,” Wilbur stated, “Their relationship has nothing to do with you.”
“Yes, it does,” Quackity argued. He sat on the top of the monkey bars, his legs dangling.
“How so?” Wilbur asked. This conversation was pissing him off. Why can’t Quackity understand that their whole relationship has nothing to do with him and Dream and George are happy?
“First of all, whenever they-”
JSchlatt groaned, “Can we just stop talking about Dream and how you pity George? You act like they are your best friends.” he sat up and stretched.
“I mean, they are.” Quackity fixed his beanie, “it just pisses me off when Dream..”
Quackity continued talking but JSchlatt and Wilbur didn’t listen, they had one thought in mind and one thought only.
“I thought I was your best friend.” They said at the same time. Wilbur and JSchlatt glared at each other. If they had the ability to shoot lasers from their eyes, both of them would be toast.
Quackity stopped talking and jumped down. “You both are my best friends-”
Wilbur cut him off, “You can’t have two best friends.” he snapped at him.
Jshlatt nodded. That was the only thing they could agree on.
“And,” Wilbur continued, “A best friend is someone who you trust the most, would rather be with the most, someone who you value the most, and someone who is better than everyone else in a friend group.”
“You basically defined a romantic relationship.” JSchlatt deadpanned.
“Well, in some cases-”
Quackity started sweating, “Okay guys! That's enough.” he weakly smiled.
Wilbur shrugged.
I was quiet for a moment and Quackity could feel the tension rise. JSchlatt was molding the metal into sharp shapes while staring at Wilbur with narrowed eyes, and soon, Wil started humming.
Before anything got worse Quackity started coughing to get their attention. Both boys looked at him with concern (and maybe with disgust too.)
Should I tell them? Wil and J have my attention, so it’s a bit too late to tell them off. Quackity thought. He pulled on his sleeve. And looked for anything that could distract them. All he found was Dream, George, and Sapnap on the swings looking conveniently in their direction.
“I-uh wanted to tell you guys I had a vision.” He said rapidly. They were silent. Y’know what? Maybe I shouldn't have.
Wilbur draped his arm on Quackity shoulders and smirked, looking directly at JSchlatt. He stared daggers at Wilbur..literally. The metal in his hand formed into a small sharp object, and this went by unnoticed.
Quackity extended a hand to Jschlatt and he gladly took it, still staring at Wilbur like he was going to kill him.
“You guys ready?” Quackity heart started racing and he had to stop himself from jumping up and down. He hadn’t done this in a long time.
JSchlatt squeezed his hand and smiled at him. That calmed Quackity down just a bit.
They closed their eyes and began to dream.
Everything was blurry. You can barely tell what's going on. Lights of different colors flashed and the music was so loud it felt suffocating. Rows and rows of slot machines filled the room, as well as other things. People wearing their best outfits stood in circles. Some with cards in their hands, others with drinks, and others waiting to spin a wheel. And it was so, so, loud. People were talking, screaming, laughing, crying, walking around, running around, drinking drinks, and spilling drinks.
Quackity looks older—–in his early twenties maybe. The music was loud and it was dark. Quackity was standing to the side with a beverage in hand and his other with a phone held up to his ear. When he started to speak, he was disorientated. “Hey, can you go to the casino? I need you to win this deal.”
“Get here in like-,” Quackity checked his wrist. “20 to 30 minutes.”
“And just bring yourself, we don’t need him to know. He’s moody as hell.” They replied and he hung up. Quackity sighed. When he was putting his phone in his pocket, the caller ID read, ‘My best friend.’
Quackity jolts up and pushes away from them and takes multiple steps back. He knew them too well to not know what they were thinking.
“It’s not what you t-think.” He tried not to stutter but failed. He cursed at himself, this is so fucked up, he thought.
Wilbur could feel his body burning with rage. It was scorching hot. He began to pull his hair because of how angry he was. But, it got him thinking, who was on that call?
“Quackity? Who was on that call?” He said softly.
It didn’t help though. Quackity tensed and scanned Wilbur, he seemed calm. He avoided eye contact and shook his head slowly.
“Quackity?” Jshlatt asked threw his teeth.
He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, “Yes?” and looked at him. Jschlatt mouthed, stay back.
Quackity's eyes widened and his mouth went dry. He took hold of his wrist and started rubbing on it to get himself to calm down.
Wilbur saw Quackity’s reaction and furrowed his eyebrows. He was shaking... Wil thought. Did JSchlatt scare him? He heard the crunch of woodchips and he fixed his eyes on JSchlatt. He frowned, “You look like you’re about to bloody-”
“Sorry man.” JSchlatt patted Wil's arm. “You know how it goes,” he said.
“What?”
“There will never be enough room for the both of us.”
There was something sinister behind that. And Wilbur understood it. “H-hey man, let's talk about this.” Wilbur raises his left arm to defend himself. "I'll give you ten buck not to beat me up."
JSchlatt harshly grabbed his wrist and pulled his arm so he could get a good aim. He stabbed Wilbur’s upper arm with his newly formed dagger, it happened so fast.
Quackity screams and Wilbur collapses with shock written all over his face. JSchlatt goes in for another stab but Quackity manages to steal the metal with his sleeve and throws it in the opposite direction.
“I told you to stay back!” He shouted.
“I'm not going to stand around while you're hurting my friend!"
While he was distracted, Wilbur lounged for JSchlatt and punched him in the face. They both went flying to the ground. JSchlatt kneed him in the stomach and Wilbur twisted JSchlatt’s wrist.
Quackity watched as they had a fistfight. He knew JSchlatt was going to be okay since he had a better build but Wilbur was bleeding out whether he knew it or not. To help them both, Quackity did the only logical thing to do, he ran.
The ‘Dream Team’ weren’t at the swingsets anymore but, they had to be close by. Quackity didn’t have his phone on him since he trusted Wilbur to keep it safe. It turns out that was a bad idea and now Wilbur has a bigger chance of dying.
Quackity knew how stupid it was to show them that vision. It was entirely his fault for even bringing it up! Now he was running in the woods looking for three teenagers that were here 10 minutes ago to save one of his best friends.
“Dream!? George!? Sapnap!?” he shouted.
...No response. Fuck.
He tried again, “SAPNAP!”
...
“Yes!?”
It was quiet, but Quackity heard it. He smiled out of relief and yelled again.
With tears in his eyes, he ran for help for his two friends.
..and maybe for himself too.
(flashback ending noises)
“What are you guys doing in here?” JSchlatt asked. He glanced and Wil, “Finally awake?” He put two bottles of whiskey on the desk. He looked down at them, “..is there a reason you're on the ground or?”
“Uh,” Wilbur said and scooted away from Quackity. “No there isn’t.”
JSchlatt scanned them both, “You two look awfully suspicious.” he shrugged and opened one whiskey bottle, “but I’m too drunk and tired to care.”
While JSchlatt was ambling over to the chair, Quackity spoke, “I wanted to tell you guys about a vision I had.” he said cautiously.
Wilbur stood and helped Quackity up.
JSchlatt placed his foot on the deck and crossed them. “Oh, really?” he disinterestedly said and rolled his eyes.
“Yes, really.” Quackity snapped. “I stop showing you after you put Wil in the fucking hospital.”
“He’s lucky it was just the hospital,” he gulped down the whiskey, “I should have done a lot worse.” He cracked up laughing.
“Why are you laughing?” Quackity said with disbelief strained into his voice. “Tell me!”
Wil placed his hand on Quackity’s shoulder, signaling him to let it go. “Tell us about that vision?” he offered.
“Fine. Uhm,” Quackity rubbed his face, “You both each get three questions and one hint.” Quackity looked at the clock, “Oh!” he said in realization, “and hurry up! I have to go.”
“I'll go first,” Wilbur put his hand down and took a glance at JSchlatt, “Is it about us?”
Quackity hesitated, “How did-!?”
“I'm only guessing because you won't show us.” he bites the side of his cheek. “Sorry about that.”
Quackity sighed, “JSchlatt?”
He swirls the bottle, “Do I get to kill Wilbur?” he took another sip.
Quackity crossed his arms, “No, but you do get to kill me.”
“Excuse me, what!?” Wilbur blurted out, suddenly alarmed.
JSchlatt put the bottle down and stood up. He began to walk over to his best friend. “I don’t believe it.” he teased.
Quackity reared back, he was offended, “I’ll take my leave.” he said. He strode to the door, “Oh, and I’m not coming back.”
When he opened the door Jschlatt pulled him back, “You're not quitting.” he taunted and squeezed Quackity’s wrist.
Quackity knew what he was capable of when he was drunk, but the thing is, Quackity was fed-up. “Yes, I am. And you can’t do shit about it.”
Wilbur just stood and watched, he didn’t want to get involved. It’s not like was powerless but he felt like Quackity was in the same position he was all those years back.
“Listen hear,” Jschlatt snarled in Quackity’s ear while he tried to struggle out of his [Jschlatt's] grasp. “Your little ability isn’t real, and I will never kill you, so don't lie but, I’ll guarantee you one thing,” he took a glimpse at Wilbur. He was looking down–most likely thinking. “Wilbur isn’t going to last long.”
Quackity broke free and Jschlatt began laughing. He walked back to his desk.
“YOU’RE FUCKING INSANE!” Quackity yelled with tears running down his face.
Wilbur jerked out of his trance and speed-walked to Quackity. He tried to console him but he was pushed away.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!” He wiped a tear off his face and ran out the door.
..
Wilbur sighed. This was expected honestly, after how they had treated him.
He turned his heel and walked over to JSchlatt, who was looking at the file. “You know that isn’t true.” he sat on the desk, “Quackity is lashing out.” He took out a cigarette and lit it.
“Love is never free.” JSchlatt agreed, “I won’t let that get to me.” He nudged Wilbur, “Plus,” he gestured to the file and smirked, “we have some work to do.”
-============================================-
Tommy was dying.
Well, not actually but that’s what it felt like. He had his head down because that stupid feeling of getting stabbed every five minutes was really killing his mood. It started happening when he woke up with no one around him besides Tubbo.
He was very confused about why Tubbo was here and he asked and Tubbo said, “I had a transfer because apparently burning down schools is a trend.” And, he wasn’t wrong.
After he said that Tommy got stabbed in the head for three seconds and decided to go back to sleep.
So, here he is. His head was down on the desk while the principal said an announcement to the whole class, “So class, I know you most likely heard about almost every teacher running away, so, I got you one new teacher!” said in a silvery voice.
Student started clapping and Purpled nudged him, “Isn’t that your brother’s girlfriend?”
GIRLFRIEND!? “My brother’s GAY!” he said a little too loud. Half of the class turned in his direction and the other half just began gossiping. Either way, everyone laughed.
“Now class, settle down,” he approached Tommy, “What did I say about yelling things in class?” he softly said.
Tommy groaned.
“Wake up,” he patted Tommy's shoulder and began to speak again.
The principal was a nice one. He believed every student deserves to be taken care of and loved. And to most students that were annoying. It was more annoying for the students that always got in trouble and had to see him every day. Tommy couldn’t lie though, it was nice getting muffins every time he went into the front office.
Tommy looked up and was met with a blinding light. He squinted his eyes, “Tell me I'm not going to heaveeeeen! You BITCHY SUN of GOD!”
Purpled turned off his flashlight.
“HEY!” the principal said in a high-pitched voice (students giggled at that), “What did I say about nicknaming our sun!?”
Tommy fixed his hair, “That we might get smited the second we go outside-”
“NO!”
“I’ll record you,” said one of the prep girls.
“I’ll hand out flyers.” said one of the artsy kids.
The rest of the class exploded with ideas, “I’ll pray to the Gods to forgive you,” said a theater kid. “And I’ll sing the prayer,” said a choir kid.
“I am so sorry about this,” the principal said, “Tommy is a handful-” there was a knock at the door.
“I’ll get it,” said Technoblade–the new teacher.
Standing on the other side were two heroes, one in green and the other in blue.
The hero in blue wore his signature shirt and a streetwear cargo jacket and (streetwear cargo) pants in black. He also wore black boots. Everyone knew under all his clothes, he had a suit made out of technology shit. And if you ever got to touch it, it would light up blue. His circular glasses are the coolest part. His glasses are clear and if you press a button on the top corner it will show whoever you are looking at their civilian file and everything in it.
(a/n: 404 has no mask, it’s just the glasses. If he ever takes them off, they’ll be like GEORGE!? But if he puts them back on it’s like, oh it's just 404.)
The hero in green had a regular green hoodie, a smiley mask, REGULAR ASS CARGO PANTS, and oh!? He added something, new shoes.
You could say Lucid downgraded.
The principal eye’s lit up. He turned to the class, “Be good, we’ll be back in a bit!” He waved them off and exited out the door with Technoblade following.
In the hall they all greeted each other, “It’s nice to meet you both,” he clapped his hands.
“Is everything okay sir?” The green hero observed him, “you seem stressed.”
The principal chuckled nervously, “Please, call me Bad. I was just telling Technoblade about Tommy's behavior.”
“If you don’t mind,” 404 spoke finally, “will you tell us about his behavior as well? He is our assignment after all.”
Bad starts, “That's right. As I was saying, Tommy is a handful. He’s very... what's the word, troublesome?? He doesn’t listen to teachers, doesn’t do his work, and speaks whenever he wants to. You know, he's acting out.”
The green hero nodded for him to continue.
“But, that’s on a good day.”
Lucid crosses his arms, “What do you mean by a good day? Isn’t that bad?”
Bad rubbed his neck, “Well, on bad days, Tommy does this thing called outbursts.”
Technoblade furrowed his eyebrows, “And you would let that happen?”
Bad was lost for words, he didn’t expect THAT “I-i mean,”
What? Lucid thought. I never was told about this. “Is there something else we need to know about his behavior?”
Bad hesitated, “So, have you ever seen Mean Girls?”
...what.
Without thinking, Lucid said, “You think he’s the Regina George of this school?”
404 elbowed him, “This is serious.”
“Him being Regina George is serious!” The green hero hissed.
“We wouldn’t say he acts like Regina George,” Bad somewhat dismissed the question, “he just has too much influence over the kids at this school.”
Damn Lucid, I mean *cough cough* Dream. You have a bratty teen as a brother. Tommy probably sang World Burn after you put him in those A-Energy classes for revenge.
“I don’t think it’s his fault for having influence over the school.” Techno said, still in thought, “It could just be him overreacting to everything and him being popular. Tommy probably has a lot of friends.”
Meanwhile:
“I think I'm dying,” Tommy said.
Purpled looked away from his phone to look at him, “I mean, you do look like shit.”
“Do I really?”
Purpled nodded.
“Oh man, If I look like shit, do I smell like shit?” Tommy started sniffing himself.
“Why, are you okay?” Purpled looked at him in concern.
“No, some shit happened in an alleyway and I got caught up in it,” he said and softly placed his head on the table.
Purpled was quiet. He was thinking. If he really thought he was dying, shouldn’t they go to the hospital?
“Do you want to go to the emergency room?” He asked.
Tommy shook his head, “I’ll miss the field trip.”
“Didn’t you hear from the principal? There is no field trip.”
Tommy looked at him in confusion.
“You were probably asleep, weren't you.”
“Does that mean no Zoo?” he said, tearing up.
Is he about to cry?? “We still get to go on a field trip, to the hero building.” He reassured him.
It did not work.
Instead, Tommy began bawling and threw himself to Purpled. Tommy got stabbed in the head again and began to cry even more.
This caught the attention of all the students and they all tried to comfort him.
(a/n: Tommy's not actually getting stabbed in the head. It's just a really bad headache I usually get and the best way to describe it is getting stabbed in the head.)
-===========================-
Ranboo was a simple man.
He was also late.
What happened was after Dino left with Tommy, he needed to take a shower and get out of that body. Once he got into his human body, it was 7:12. Since he was already going to be late, he decided to get a pastry and drink from the cafe he works at.
He decided to order Brown Sugar Pearl Milk Tea and a French Apple Tart.
(a/n: I never tried the milk tea before so I don’t know if it tastes good but it looks the part.)
Once he finished his tart and drink, he got into his BMW car and drove off.
(TIME SKIP)
Ranboo stopped walking at the gate. He looked at his new school in awe, “It looks like this school came out of an anime show!” Ranboo looked around, “It’s perfect because I’m in the middle of nowhere!”
Ranboo was right, it’s green grass for miles.
“Is that a fountain!?” He ran up to it. After five minutes, the bell rang. Shoot! He thought. He ran into the school.
The first thing he saw was the front office, he continued walking. He needed to get to the third floor because that is where his first class starts. He decided against taking the elevator because he would get too nervous if people were in it, so he took the stairs.
Ranboo was finally on the third floor. He strolled down the hall and two people in all black stood up.
“Uh, hello?” Ranboo waved his hand.
“My name’s Sneeg,” said the shorter one.
“And I'm James Marriott.” said the other one.
“Come join us!” They said at the same time with their arms extended.
Ranboo backed away, “No thanks! I need to get to class.”
The both of them grabbed his arms and dragged him to the bathroom.
“Get in there,” said Marriott.
“NOOOOOO, HeELLp!” Ranboo held on to the door.
“Push him in!” the shorter one said.
They started to push him in and Ranboo’s fingers slipped. “NOO!” he got pushed into a stall and Sneeg locked it.
“Look what I have.” Sneeg pulled out what looks to be some weed.
“Oh-ho, sick bro, look what I have.” Marriott pulled out a bag of white powder that looked like sugar.
“Aw-haw, let me take a line.”
Ranboo just stood there. The bigger question is, was he going to do it too?
-===========================-
“Hey, Tubbo!”
The bee boy looked away from his phone, “Yeah?”
“Can you go get the principal? Tommy threatened to jump out the window and turn into a moth. I think he's delirious, he said he thinks he's dying!”
Students circled around Tommy with their phones out. He was saying this big speech to go on strike for not letting them go to the Zoo. Once he said that almost everyone cheered.
“Yeah okay.” Tubbo got up and open the door. He walked out and saw two heroes and the adults arguing about the movie: Mean Girls.
What the fuck? “Hey, excuse me?” everyone stopped arguing and turned to him, “Tommy is threatening to jump out the window and no one is stopping him, people are actually encouraging it. If you want to know if Tommy’s the Regina George of the school, you should go ask before he dies.”
Technoblade rushed in, “Tom Simons, get your ass down right now before I call your brother.” They heard him say.
“Are you coming with me?” Bad said quietly, referring to 404.
“I need to talk to Lucid for a moment.” 404 pulled Lucid's sleeve.
Bad nodded his head and went into the classroom.
404 took him into the bathroom, “Are you insane?”
Lucid put his hand through his hair, “I just wanted to make sure Tommy isn’t an asshole.”
404 scolded him, “And that’s fine but you can’t get your personal life to interfere with your Hero's life.” 404 realized he was still holding on to Lucid's arm.
He let go.
Right when they were about to walk out the door, banging was heard from one of the stalls. “HELP HELP!” The call for help was muffled.
“Shhh, they’ll find us out!” said in a rather loud voice.
The banging continued.
The heroes looked at each other and Lucid sighed, “fine.”
He went to the stall making the noise, “Are you okay??”
The person's scream was muffled.
Lucid didn’t know what to do in this situation, does he just open to door? Or is there something else he should be doing? “Hey, can you open the door?”
There was a bang on the door and it opened. A teen boy fell out and landed on Lucid, sending them to the ground.
“Tell my mother I’m sorry and I wasn’t a good catholic boy and tell my father in coming out as gay and also PLEASE don’t arrest me! I’m not a stoner!” He said while wailing.
Lucid saw two other boys wearing all black escape the bathroom. “Hey,” Lucid said in his sweetest voice, “everything will be okay. Life is full of ups and downs and whatever happened in that stall, you will get through it.”
The boy stopped crying and hugged Lucid tighter.
-================================-
Tommy froze mid-sentence, he knew that voice. “Techno?” He turned around. Pink hair, square glasses, a pig pin on his lanyard? Yep, that was his Techno. Tommy immediately jumped off his desk.
Students backed away to watch the drama unfold.
“What are you doing here?” Tommy asked while rubbing his hair.
Techno raised an eyebrow, “did you not hear the morning announcements? Or were you too busy dreaming for attention?”
“Ooooo.” and “sick burn.” was heard from the students.
Tommy gawked at him.
Mr.Techno snapped his fingers and pointed to the desk, “sit down.” he said sternly.
Tommy did so.
He walked to the front of the class where the principal was at, “Okay class, sit down while I tell you the procedure for today’s ‘field trip’.”
404 and Lucid walked in with a new student.
Purpled waved him over and he also tapped Tubbo’s shoulder to sit around Tommy’s desk.
Ranboo began to walk over and the student watched him with curious eyes: why was he with the heroes? Walking past this one girl, Ranboo could have sworn she said he was hot.
When he finally got to the desk, there wasn’t a chair so he just decided to sit on the ground.
The principal looked at him, “Do you want a chair? We can get you one.”
Ranboo shook his head, “I’m fine here.” he said in a raspy voice.
“Okay well, Lucid and 404 are going to be here for a while. And class, don’t mess with them, you will have three warnings.”
Tommy eyed the heroes. He whispered to his friends, “We should bother them tomorrow.”
“Why?” Ranboo draped his forearm on the desk. “Won’t we get in trouble?”
Purpled shook his head, “We won’t. Tommy will.” He started snickering.
“Class settles down,” the principal said.
The only ones talking were them.
(TIME SKIP)
Tommy was not happy. He’s in a group with his best friends, Eryn, Purpled, and Freddie––WHICH IS COOL! But his guide is Lucid.
Everyone else left and they were the only ones outside.
Eryn groaned, “Can we just go inside now?? My ability won’t work in the sunlight!!”
Purpled put his phone away, “I agree with the first statement.”
Lucid opened his mouth.
“And before you say anything, I will not take off my hoodie.” he rolled his eyes.
Lucid sighed and started walking towards the door.
Eryn and Freddie went ahead but Purpled and Tommy stayed behind.
“I know that look,” he said with a smile.
Tommy kept his head down, “What look?”
Purpled nudged him, “That look.”
Tommy nervously chuckled and ran his hand through his hair.
“We’ll cover for you, you know,” he said.
Tommy lit up to that, “R-really!?”
Purpled snorted, “I mean, yeah! We always do.”
Tommy grinned and hugged him.
Their wholesomeness was cut short when Lucid yelled for them to get inside.
Tommy sighed, “Shut up! You stupid bastard!”
Purpled laughed and so did Tommy. They both ran to the group and Lucid opened the door. He urged everyone inside.
Finally, inside, Tommy looked around in awe. The circle reception desk was in the middle of the room. Long cylinder light floated in mid-air. The building had many floors that resembled indoor balconies that aligned with the west and east walls. Tommy looked up, if he were ever to fall from the highest balcony in this building, going down would look like a loop.
While the rest of the group went right to a seating area, Tommy ran up to the receptionist. “Hey, Mr. Skeppy.” He said while taking multiple peppermints out of the jar.
“Tommy.”
He turned to see the principal standing beside him. “Oh, I didn’t notice you.” He popped a peppermint in his mouth.
“Rude,” Bad pouted.
Skeppy chuckled, “Here kid,” his palm started glowing blue, “take a diamond for your troubles.” Skeppy handed Tommy the small ore.
Tommy grinned and continued going forward. He saw his group walking to a big glass door. He was going to run to them but Purpled pointed to the elevator.
The elevator had 404 in there and 404 is way cooler than Lucid, so he began sprinting. “Shit, shIT, SHIT!”
“STOP RUNNING! YOU’LL TRIP!” BBH yelled.
Tommy slipped into the elevator right when it was about to close, “You know, 404, I could have sworn you were pushing a button to close the doors faster.” Tommy laughed, “Good thing I got here on time.”
404 murmured, “That was the point.”
“What?” Tommy said loudly, “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over my beautiful voice!”
Tommy turned around to see Ranboo, Tubbo, and someone else.
“Oh hey Ranboo!” he beamed.
Ranboo shyly waved.
“Tubbo!!!” he shouted.
“Tommy!!” he shouted back but with less enthusiasm while looking at his phone.
Tommy turned to the new recruit, “Who the hell are you?” he eyed him.
“Uh-Uhm, I’m Aimsey.” He held out his hand for Tommy to shake.
Tommy rolled his eyes, “Sorry, I don’t shake hands with short people.” he playfully said.
“What!?” Aimsey didn’t catch the drift. “We’re the same height!” he exclaimed.
Tommy’s neck turned red from holding back his laughter, “NO! I’M SIX FOOT NINE!”
Tubbo stifled his laugh with his sleeve.
“HOW!? You're 5’7!”
Tommy gasped, “AND HOW DID-i mean-DO YOU KNOW!?” he scanned him.
“WE ARE THE SAME HEIGHT!”
“I'M NOT FOUR-ELEVEN!”
“You think I’m 4’11!?”
The elevator’s classical music stopped and the door opened. Both of them burst out laughing.
“Why did you say 6’9!?” He said while wiping a tear from his face.
Tommy clenched his stomach, “That’s the only number I could think of!”
“C’mon guys!” They heard 404 say.
Tommy ran out and he stopped at the rail. “Wow,” he breathed. He put his palm on the rail and dread washed over his body. He took a step back, last time Tommy leaned on a rail, he fell.
“Hey, Tom!”
Tommy jumped.
“Holy shit, are you okay!?” Tubbo rushed over to him in uncertainty.
Tommy’s smile looked genuine, “Of course I am! I’m a BADASS! And you interrupted my BADASS monologue!” he shouted.
Tubbo rolled his eyes playfully, “Stop shouting, I bet people can hear you from a mile away!” he put his arm over Tommy's shoulders.
He giggled. It kind of hurt, but it was a joke, and jokes are meant to be funny. They entered the room and joined the circle.
“Now that everybody is here, I should show you my ability..shouldn’t I?” 404 looked up in thought.
“Can I see your glasses?” Tommy asked.
404 looked at him, “No.”
Tommy whined, “Whyyyy not?”
“Tommy, he said no! Just leave it!” Aimsey said in annoyance.
Tommy looked straight into their eyes, “I will murder you.”
“Yeah! Shut up Aimsey!” Tubbo jokingly agreed.
“HEY,” They looked at Ranboo, “Ran, help!”
Ranboo gripped his trousers, “S-stop being mean to Aimsey.”
“Anyway,” Tommy got up and sat in front of the 404. “Can I see the glasses or not?”
404 sighed, “If I give you them, you’ll recognize me.”
Tommy furrowed his eyebrows, “Really?”
“Yeah, I’ve seen you before.” 404 looked at everyone else, “I’ve actually seen all you guys before.”
Tommy lowered his head in thought, “So if I take off your glasses right now, I’ll know how you are.”
404 nodded, “yeah, most likely.”
Tommy grinned, “POGGERS!”
Ranboo reached for his arm, “That doesn’t mean do it though!-”
Too late, Tommy’s gremlin hands were already on 404’s glasses, ready to take off-
“WHAT THE FUCK!?” Tommy pulled harder, “Am I really that weak?”
Aimsey put their hand on his shoulder, “Aww, it’s okay Tommy, some people are just built differently.” They said as a joke.
To Tommy, it sounded sincere. He looked at them with unexpressed anger, “What the hell is wrong with you? If you couldn't pick up glasses, you'd start crying.”
“I-i was just..”
“Okay, everyone just shut up! Tubbo, move next to Aimsey, Tommy, sit where he was sitting.” 404 pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed in frustration, “kids,” he murmured.
They all shifted into their new seats on the ground. Tommy leaned on Ranboo.
“I will go first,” 404 said, “then we’ll start on the left.”
404 began to rub his palms, and sparks of electricity could be seen. He held out his hand, “anyone?”
Aimsey took it and yelped in surprise. All their hair stood on end, “Damn, did you shock me?”
404 chuckled, “I would recommend not drinking water for the rest of the hour.”
“Wait, if you did that, can you make lighting!?” Tommy looked at 404 in a different way. Respect.
He shrugged, “When there’s enough electrical energy in the air, yeah. But I would have to recharge. In thunderstorms, I could do it all day.” He grabbed something from his pocket, “I have another trick,” he placed a mechanical frog on the ground. He raised his hand and the frog raised with it. It was like a puppet, and 404 controlled the strings.
Everyone began clapping and 404 put his frog away.
“Alright, your turn Ranboo.”
“Uhm,” Ranboo nudged Tommy.
“Hm?”
“Can you volunteer for me?”
He huffed, “As long as you don’t kill me.”
Ranboo smiled, “I’ll try not to. Just look into my eyes.”
And Tommy did so. He heard from some girl in his class that the eyes are the window to someone's soul. He doesn’t know if that's true, but it’s really interesting.
You know...Ranboo’s eyes reminded him of that pendant Lethe wore.
Tommy blacked out for a second and when he opened his eyes, he was seeing himself. “Is that what I look like?”
Aimsey gasped.
“I’m pretty damn sexy,” he said.
“Please don’t flirt with yourself, not like this.” Tommy-or, what? Said while his face reddened.
“Wait…” Tommy–well, really it’s Ranboo but Tommy grabbed Ranboo’s phone. “AH!” He yelled, “WHY AM I IN YOUR BODY RANBOO!?”
“That’s amazing!” 404 laughed, “As much as I love this, please switch back to your respective bodies. I will not get scolded by Bad.” He turned to Tubbo, “your turn.”
“Hey! You skipped me!” Tommy said in Ranboo’s voice, eyes, body, and everything.
“Well,” Tubbo said, ignoring Tommy, “I can heal stuff with plants.”
404 raised an eyebrow, “Really? How so.”
“I just ask. Apparently, Mother Nature really likes to help people, but she needed humans to borrow nature's health and convert the energy into healing magic shit.”
“That’s a very useful ability." 404 never heard anything like that before. He would ask Tubbo to do an example but he doesn't have a plant. "Anyway, Tommy? You ready?”
“Been ready.”
404 turned to "Ranboo", “You’re still in his body.”
"Ranboo" shrugged, “we were planning to switch back later.”
“Fine. Go.”
Tommy cleared Ranboo’s throat, “I don’t have one.”
“What? You’re 15 right?”
“Yes, but I don’t have one.”
“Everyone above 15 has one. Maybe-”
Tommy cut him off, “Well, I don’t!”
404 sighed, “Fine, I’ll just skip you. Aimsey?”
They nervously laughed, “Well, I know I have one, but I don't know what it is.”
“Well, you can always figure it out. Do you have the basics?” 404 said.
“Yeah, I’m guessing my ability is solar-energy based. But I haven't had any physical symptoms yet.”
404 thought for a moment, “are you sure it's solar?”
Aimsey nodded.
“Well your ability probably won’t have a physical form, but a physical property or force, like sound.” 404 checked the clock on his wall, “We should get to the training room. It has been an hour.”
Everyone got up and Tubbo stretched and Aimsey walked to "Ranboo", “Hey Tommy, what I said could have come off wrong and I just want you to know I didn’t mean any harm.”
“Thanks, Aimsey. I didn’t mean to snap at you, I was just in a bad mood.” "Ranboo" said.
They both walked out of the room together. Almost everyone was in the elevator.
“Hey, can I just take the stairs?” "Tommy" asked. He gripped the side of Tommy’s shorts and started to rub on the fabric as a stress reliever, “It was getting a little stuffy last time and I wanted to just let you know-,”
“Suit yourself.” 404 closed the elevator door.
“Oh,” "Tommy" nodded. He walked down the hallway and tried not to look down. He didn’t need to fall somehow and break Tommy’s bones.
Now going down the stairs, he needed to think, If me and Tommy stay like this the rest of the day, does he have to drive my car? I don’t think he can drive one but I can’t because I’m in his body. And Tubbo will not drive so how is that going to work?
“Tommy!”
Ranboo looked up and saw Lucid standing in front of the glass door.
“Where have you been?” He asked while walking over to him.
“O-oh, I’m not,”
“Let’s go.” Lucid grabbed Tommy’s wrist and they began to walk in through the glass door.
On the opposite side, there were so many heroes, interns, and kids using their abilities, it was crazy. Ranboo could only think this was the training room.
It’s a good thing Ranboo’s ability doesn’t matter to Lethe, and Tubbo didn’t say the full of his ability either so they wouldn’t be able to find them out. Ranboo thought this program was really clever, trying to figure out this generation’s abilities just in case anyone turns into a villain (because it’s a very popular trend, ) or if the heroes need help. It was indeed clever, but not clever enough.
This generation was born in the God and Goddess names, meaning everyone born in 2003-2005 has the most unique, strongest, or most Godly abilities in histories time.
“TOMMAYEE!!”
Lucid turned around, “What the hell?”
Quackity wrapped his arm over "Tommy", “How are you, man!?” He asked in glee.
“Oh, I'm not To-”
“Look man, I need to speak with you,” he said much quieter, “It’s pretty damn important.”
Ranboo really didn’t want to get into Tommy’s business but does he really have a choice?
“Hey Lucid, MY MAN!” he patted Lucid’s back to get his attention, “Where are the bathrooms?”
Lucid sighed, “go out of this room and take a right, it’s behind the stairs.” he said in annoyance.
Quackity patted Tommy’s shoulder twice and left.
Ranboo followed Lucid to his group.
“Now that Tommy’s here, would you share your ability?” They both sat down.
Shoot! What did Tommy say!? “I don’t have one?” Ohhh noo. WHY DID I SAY IT LIKE THAT!?
“Okay, that's okay if you haven't discovered it yet. We can start small, do you know what type of energy it is?”
Lucid sounded annoyed and bored, at Ranboo couldn’t blame him.
He began to meditate, usually, when he switches bodies, Ranboo borrows a bit of the energy for him to use. But Tommy didn’t feel like he had much, so he didn’t take much. “Uhh,” Ranboo opened Tommy’s eyes, “I don’t know.”
Lucid started to tap on the floor, “What do you mean, ‘I don’t know’?”
Ranboo gripped Tommy’s shorts, “I mean, I’m picking up a lot of different energies in this room and I can’t tell which one’s mine so-”
“Wait,” Lucid stopped him, “Picking up? What are you talking about?”
What is he talking about? The last time Ranboo checked, he could only pick up the moon’s energy and his own!
“Uhh-,” Ranboo stammered, "his" stomach is getting queasy, “I'm going to throw up,” he muttered and jumped up and started running.
“TOMMY, WAIT!”
Ranboo ran to the bathroom, past Quackity, and into a stall.
“Holy shit Tommy, are you alright?”
Ranboo was breathing heavily, “A bit.” He got out of the stall and washed "his" face and mouth.
“Oh, well, I need to tell you something.”
Ranboo nodded, “but can I tell you something first?” he put "his" hand in Tommy's pocket. He felt multiple things that surprised him. A lot of peppermints and a tiny diamond. It was probably plastic so he threw it away and popped a peppermint in his mouth.
“Yeah, but make it short.”
Ranboo nodded, “Okay, well, long things short, I’m not Tommy, I’m Ranboo.”
Quackity looked him up and down, “Y’know, for some reason, that makes sense.” Quackity looked outside to make sure no one was near, “Okay Ranboo, this is very important. Since Tommy is in your body, he’ll be safe. As for you..,” he turned back around to Ranboo, “not so much.”
“Wait, what? Am I about to get murdered!?” he rubbed his fingers on Tommy’s shorts. "WHO EVEN ARE YOU!"
“Uhh” Quackity nervously chuckled and he began to pull his sleeve, “hopefully not. And I'm Quackity, Tommy's babysitter."
Quackity? The Quackity? Ranboo heard his name from Wilbur. He talked about him a lot during the Syndicate meetings. He wouldn't be surprised if Quackity knew all the Syndicate members' personal names and abilities because of Wilbur.
Wait, hopefully not? “WHAT!”
“You know how Calliope’s ability works, right?”
Ranboo nodded.
“And Jschlatt’s?”
“I don’t work with Jschlatt!” he yelled.
That's right! Eight-ball/Quackity works with Jschlatt. Ranboo never talked to him but Tubbo knew that supervillain personally! It was kind of annoying because he lived with Tubbo and 80% of their work conversations were about Jschlatt and the other 20% were about Tubbo's dad...which was Jschlatt. Even though they talked about Jschlatt a lot, Ranboo didn't know much about how his ability worked.
“Just calm down and take deep breathes, in and out.”
Ranboo did so.
“Okay, the plan is for Calliope to get Tommy, aka you. And Jschlatt to distract everyone with his metal.”
“How do you know this?” Ranboo said, now calm.
“I overheard them talking about. Anyway, your job is to not give in to Calliope’s ability, he’s going to try and bribe you with anything you’d want-or really anything Tommy would want. I ordered Purpled to help you defend against him. Once Calliope gets frustrated he is going to get Jschlatt. Eryn is going to use his ability to help you get out of there.”
"Is this like a plan to stop the plan?" Ranboo asked. If this was the plan to stop the plan, Ranboo would need a lot more details.
Quackity thought it over. "I guess, yeah. Technically."
“What about the Heroes?” Ranboo asked.
“Eryn is going to blind them with his little shadow stuff.”
“And what about Tommy?” Ranboo let the plan to stop the plan settle in, he still had a few questions.
“I called Tubbo to let him know about the plan. He is going to get him out of here.”
“Okay. That's a good plan,” Ranboo took a deep breath, “what if I get caught?”
Quackity hugged him, he really needed that.
“If you end up getting caught, Calliope is going to realize it’s you..because y'know, your the only person that can switch bodies with another person, then I will be the one getting you out of there. Maybe Slimecicle will assist me. But make sure you act like Tommy just in case. That's the whole point of the plan. We don't want the actual Tommy getting hurt. If for some reason he finds out it's you early,” he let go, “I’ll call Tubbo and tell him to hide Tommy and the Syndicate’s base.”
“The Syndicate? They’re in this too?”
Quackity shook his head, “I don't think so. But even if they are, Tommy is in your body, it won’t be suspicious. And Calliope won’t try to get him since he’s around everyone else.”
"Okay, one more question, why are Calliope and Jschlatt doing this? Because it seems out of the blue. And I haven't heard from the Syndicate about any of this."
Quackity shrugged his shoulders, "Remember that time when the school burned down? I think it has to do something with that. That was the time Tommy got 'kidnapped' by Calliope. Earlier this morning, Wilbur came by the office to talk to JSchlatt and I saw Tommy's file on the desk. But whatever happened between Calliope and Tommy must be really stupid if he didn't talk to the Syndicate about this. I'm pretty sure you guys would have stopped it all." Quackity chuckled.
Ranboo hyped himself up, “Alright! I noticed everyone that’s in this plan is planning on becoming Vigilantes!? Besides Tubbo, he already is one.”
Quackity laughed, “Vigilantes are pretty stealthy. And I told them 'this is like training'. If they fail this then they shouldn't become Vigilantes.”
Ranboo laughed too, it was Tommy’s laugh that came out.
Their little time was cut short when a big crash and screaming were heard from the training room.
“Shit,” Quackity cursed, “the plan to stop the plan is a go,” he took Tommy’s wrist, “stay calm and let's go.”
They ran out of the bathroom and the screaming was a lot louder. They saw interns and children running out of the training room and out of the building.
Surly this would be on the news.
Quackity tightened his grip on Tommy’s hand. They pushed through the crowd and into the room.
Ranboo looked up and there was this humongous robot that looked like a transformer. At the top, he saw Calliope in his phantom costume and Jschlatt in his suit.
Quackity let go of his hand.
“Where are you going?” Ranboo asked, now realizing this was real.
“I’m going to go save some kids!” He shouted and went into the crowd.
Ranboo took many deep breaths. He looked up and saw Calliope looking straight at him, “Let's do this,” he said and began running to the middle of the room.
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Tubbo grabbed "Ranboo's" hand and he screamed, “We’re leaving!” Tubbo shouted and they made their way to the back door.
“What about our friends!?” Tommy shouted back.
“They’re behind us!”
They ran and pushed others to get to the back door.
Tommy looked behind him and Freddie and Aimsey were there, “What about Purpled and the rest?”
“They’re with Ranboo.”
The four of them were finally outside. The principal was on the phone and interns were making sure student’s where okay.
The four of them went into the bushes that aligned the wall, “What are we doing?” Tommy asked.
Crawling Tommy. You are crawling. “Leaving,” said Tubbo instead. Without anyone looking, he used his ability and the bushes became more green and full of leaves.
“How are we going to get out?” Aimsey wondered.
“By Ranboo’s car.”
“I can’t drive!” Tommy whispered-shouted.
“I can,” Freddie said.
Tubbo looked behind him. Freddie behind Tommy, Tubbo nodded, “good. You need to drive us to my and Ranboo's house.”
They all got out of the bushes and Tommy saw Ranboo’s car.
“Wow, it’s hidden well,” Aimsey said.
The car wasn’t even hidden in a bush, there was just one leaf on it.
“How are you so prepared for this?” Tommy asked while getting in the back.
Tubbo turned around to look at him. He still was getting used to Tommy speaking through Ranboo's voice, “Let's just say, we saw this coming.”
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Ranboo stood right in the middle of the room. There were fewer people but it was still very loud. Shouts from the heroes and abilities getting used and all.
Lucid ran up to him, “Tommy, what are you still doing here!?” he said out of breath.
Quick, think of something fast! “I lost my phone.” Oh, that was pretty good.
Lucid grabbed Tommy’s wrist, “You’re leaving!”
“Not so fast!” Calliope sang as rolled down from the metal arm. “We need to have a talk, Tommy. Just you and me.”
Metal charged at Lucid and he dodged, but it was pushing him back and the metal was surrounding The Dream Team heroes.
Calliope stepped into Ranboo’s view, “I know we got off on the wrong foot.”
"Tommy" stepped back, be strong. “We really didn’t, I’m pretty sure I compiled to getting kidnapped the first time.” Something in Ranboo’s mind was telling him to say that. Was it Purpled? “And didn’t we go to a restaurant after?”
(a/n: Really it's Tommy's mind since Ranboo's soul is in his body but every time I read it I get confused so whatever)
Calliope was going to say something, but he stopped and looked around for help he knew he wasn't going to get. “Shut up.”
Ranboo compiled.
“Look Tommy, that second time I kidnapped you, I’m sorry for that. I was..” he was thinking of a word to say, “drunk.”
"Tommy" looked at him confused, “drunk?”
Calliope snapped his fingers, “yes. And I’m sorry I kidnapped you.”
“I..accept.” It was something about how Calliope said that. It sounded sincere and Ranboo would feel bad if he declined.
“Great!” He took Tommy’s arm, “We can go get ice cream, go to the park, play Minecraft! You kids like to do that stuff right?”
Ranboo knew this wasn’t right, but everything Calliope said was so..addictive. He doesn’t remember the last time he had ice cream.
Ranboo? RANBOO!
Huh?
HE WILL MURDER YOU!
WHAT!?
"Tommy" yanked his arm back, “Wait, hold on. I didn’t consent to any of that.”
Calliope looked surprised. Then he looked at Ranboo weirdly, “what type of kid doesn’t want ice cream?” He murmured.
He glanced up to Jschlatt taunting the heroes, “HE DOESN’T WANT THE ICECREAM!”
“WHAT TYPE OF KID DOESN’T WANT ICE CREAM!?”
Calliope pointed at "Tommy", “THIS KID!”
That caught the heroes' attention.
“Why do they want Tommy so bad?” Inferno said he tried melting the metal but it just got hotter.
On the other side, Poison-Limon placed their hand on the metal. Acid melted a hole in it.
“Lime!”
“Sorry,” they said, “me and the other heroes were helping the kids out. You guys looked like you needed help.”
They went out of the hole.
Lucid saw "Tommy", “WHY THE HELL IS HE STILL HERE!?”
Ranboo heard that. “Hey, Calliope?”
“What, child.”
“Lucid is running towards us.”
Calliope turned to where "Tommy" was pointing, “WHAT THE HELL!”
Poison-Limon, Lucid, Inferno, 404, Atlantis, and Totem came dashing to them.
"Tommy" backed away.
“JSCHLATT!!! I HAVE A PROBLEM!”
“Yeah! I see that!” He shouted.
Metal spikes came out of the ground, which slowed down the heroes. On the other side of the room, music started blasting.
“Is that ‘Dick’ by StarBoi3 ft.Doja Cat?” Calliope shouted.
Ranboo saw Eryn jumping into the shadows behind the heroes. He laughed.
Calliope looked at him, “What are you laughing at?”
"Tommy" looked behind him and laughed even harder.
“Me, bitch.”
Calliope turned around and screamed.
Eryn shot him a shadow and Calliope scrambled back.
“I CAN'T SEE!”
By the time the heroes got there, Eryn and "Tommy" jumped into Calliope’s shadow. They came out of Purpled’s. “We should go,” Purpled said and he turned off the music.
“Tommy’s house?” Eryn suggested.
The trio left the training room and jumped into a plant's shadow.
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Metal Molder: Metal is something organisms use every day. Without metal, modern technology wouldn’t exist! Someone that can mold/bend metal. (Gold, steel, iron, etc.
Weakness: Shit-that-messes-with-fucking-metal abilities. Toxic Manipulators.
Energy: Solar
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Soul Suckers: To take a soul is to kill innocent life. Souls follow in shadows, Suckers can find and capture a soul going into heaven and hell. Once Soul Suckers have it, they can exploit it, or become one with it.
Weakness: Light, the sun, and solar abilities.
Energy: Lunar.
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Sweet Singers: Everyone loves a sweet, beautiful singer. Every man loves a sweet, beautiful girl! Sweet singers would do anything to please you! But don’t get addicted to their performance. Once they have your attention, they will rip you to shreds.
Weakness: Mind-based abilities, inability to use mouth and woman.
Energy type: Lunar.
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Electric Expert: Electricity is used all around the world, and in our bodies too. Do you ever wish your phone can charge without having to get up and get the charger? If so, an Electric Expert can do the job! Can control lightning and electricity (Technology too).
Weakness: Hard Solid-based abilities(Rock, metal. etc) and rubber.
Energy: Solar.
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Future Finder: Fortune telling isn't real. They can't hurt you. You can sleep peacefully without a glimpse of the future. It's just déjà Vu. If anyone claims it is real, visit www.Jschlatt.co/service.
Weakness: They are nightmares, and stop staying up. Do you need a therapist? Is your mental health okay?
Energy: It's dark and the moon is out.
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Spirit Switcher: Have you ever heard that saying, “Before you judge a man, walk in their shoes”? A Spirit Switcher can do just that, but in return, you have to do the same. And don’t be scared about the fact that they are using your ability and you are not. It’s all about walking in your shoes!
Weakness: the other has a protected soul.
Energy: Lunar.
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Ore Organizer: What do you want? Gold, Crystals, diamonds!? They are shiny and beautiful and definitely rare! But only one type a day! We don’t want it to get mixed up! An Ore Organizer makes ore, but only one type a day. (maybe you can ask them to build something for you!)
Weakness: Exhaustion.
Energy: Solar.
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Nature’s Helpers: Mother nature can’t do things on her own. She asks the gods to share her energy so others can help her. Having this ability is a gift and a privilege. Nature’s Helpers can control plants and use them for anything they would like. Mother nature was too desperate.
Weakness: Fire-based abilities, poison, pollution, and anything that can destroy Mother Nature's creations.
Energy: Nature, but with the help of the Sun God, life got a lot easier. (The Moon Goddess was drunk that night.)
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Poison Projector: How do you let your negative emotions out safely? Poison everything in your path! A Poison Projector uses their negative energy to make poison. It’s a real stress reliever, but not so for the other person.
Weakness: Positive emotions/energy.
Energy: Solar.