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A blonde boy ran through stark white hallways, the smell of bleach and blood filling his nostrils. Red lights and sirens were blaring around him. With wide terrified ice blue eyes, he ran as fast as he could, yellow and brown wings spreading out behind him, small dirty blonde ears on the top of his head twitching wildly. A matching tail fluffed up behind him.

He ran to the door where he knew his brothers were. He slammed his shoulder against it over and over again until finally, he heard a crack. The door fell open, and inside were his two best friends. (Well, his only friends, really.) A short boy with ram’s horns and fluffy brown hair was standing in front of a much taller boy. He had half-black and half-white hair and his skin was vice versa. The eyes of the boy with the ram’s horns were glowing bright yellow and the pupils slit like a goat’s. The taller boy, who also seemed to have horns (Though they didn’t look like anything of this world.) had glowing red and green heterochromatic eyes.

“You’re Ok!” the short boy yelled as his eyes met ice blue. The boy’s eyes stopped glowing the moment he saw the blond, returning to a soft brownish-yellow. ”Thank XD you’re OK,” the ram boy sighed in relief. “We thought that you were— you, um.” The boy trailed off, looking tired but relieved.

“I’m alright. It’ll take more than that to kill me.” the winged boy said with a small smile.

“We should probably get going now.” The tallest of the trio piped up from behind the ram.

“Right, we need to go before they come looking for us.” the blond said as he turned towards the door. “I’ll lead to make sure it’s safe, stay close. And try to keep quiet.” he said as he began to walk out of the room, his brothers following close behind.

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“Tommy? Are you there?” a voice filtered through the dark clad vigilantes earpiece.

”Right here, big man.” he said through the earpiece. The vigilante boy sat alone on a rooftop, dressed in tan khakis and a dark red hoodie.

He lifted his hand to readjust the gas mask on his face. They couldn’t afford anything fancy like the full face gas masks, but they had managed to find one that would cover the bottom half of his face in a dumpster. Lucky for him, Tubbo was very handy with machines, and was able to fix it up. He even added a few new touches. He had changed one of the exhaust valves to be a black disk with a purple and white design in the middle, and the other a black disk with a neon green design in the middle.

He smiled at the memory of when he had brought the old mask home and watched Tubbo’s face light up. He was stirred from his reminiscing as Tubbo responded. “It’s getting pretty late, or, early I guess. You should start heading back.”

He began to stand up and turn away from the edge of the rooftop, back towards his and his brothers flat. “Be home in a in a few, Tubs.”

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He climbed in through the window to the living area of the flat,(or “apartment” as Ranboo called it, Americans am I right?) he could hear the sound of water boiling and a wooden spoon hitting the sides of a pot.

He stripped of his mask and hoodie, throwing them onto the old bloodstained couch. He was not excited at the idea of having instant noodles for again. He sighed as he walked into the bedroom he and his brothers shared.

He made his way over to the wardrobe, squeezed up against the mattress on the floor. The bedroom was barely big enough for the mattress and the wardrobe. Tubbo was sitting on the mattress, laptop in hand. He looked up from the screen as Tommy entered, and gave him a thumbs up. “Welcome home, boss man.” He said, pushing his fluffy brown hair out of his eyes. His horns had gotten bigger since the escape. The left side of his face was covered in burn scars. But beyond that not much had changed.

Tommy grabbed a White t-shirt with red sleeves, and a pair of gray sweatpants out of the wardrobe. He began to get changed as Tubbo spoke.

“See anything suspicious out tonight?” He questioned as he taped away on his keyboard.

“Just a couple muggings, a drug deal. The usual.” Tommy replied, as he tugged his wings through the holes in the back of his shirt. Tubbo nodded as he continued to type.

“Dinner’s ready!” Ranboo shouted from the kitchen. Tubbo closed his laptop and made his way out to the living/dining room. Tommy following just a second later.

“So how was patrol Tommy?” The tallest of the trio questioned.

“Nothing out of the ordinary. How about you Ranboo? How was work?” Tommy replied.

“Same old same old. But I guess there was this one guy.” Ranboo started as they all sat around the small dented table.

“Ooo, What happened?” Tubbo jumped in.

They continued to talk about how their days went all through dinner. When they were all finished eating, they cleaned up and prepared for bed. Even though their apartment was small and dirty and cold, they were happy, happy to have each other and to be free.

Inspired by
“project Icarus” by Imshookandbi
“The end of the world every day” by Sleep_Deprived_Astronaut

Chapter Text

“What do we know?” A brunette man asked to the other too men seated at the long wooden table.

“Not this again Wilbur.” A large man with a long pink braid of hair sighed.

“We need to make sure we’re all on the same page Techno!” Wilbur nearly shouted in response. He seemed very agitated, which he usually was when talking about the elusive vigilante they’ve been tracking down for the last few weeks. (Though the search didn’t amount to much yet)

“Mellohi” a blonde man with large black wings cut in. “Is a vigilante in Logstedshire. The only one in that area that we’re aware of.” He let out a long tired sigh as he pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose in an attempt to keep the headache beginning to form at bay.

“Yes. Thank you Phill.” Wilbur said as he turned back toward the whiteboard at the end of the table. “Mellohi is known by most of the people of Logstedshire as a force of good. A hero of the people, if you will.” Wilbur stared at the whiteboard populated by a single blurry picture of a figure dressed in tan and dark-red. He shook his head as he turned back to face the table.

“We also know he’s highly dangerous.” Phill stated. “And that he has the peoples support.”

Techno pulled out a file with only a few sheets of paper in it. “We also know, according to the few eyewitness accounts we’ve collected, that he likely has an accomplice, as he has been seen speaking into some sort of ear peace.” Techno grabbed one of the sheets of paper and placed it in front of the other two so they could see the statement written on it.

“We also know he’s killed people.” Wilbur let the fact hang heavy in the silence that followed. “We have to stop him. He’s dangerous.” He said with conviction.

“Will.” Phill said in a warning tone.

Techno glared daggers at Wilbur. “The only people he’s ever killed were the worst of the worst criminals.” He said angrily.

“He’s still killed people!” Wilbur shouted back. “He’s a murder! You can’t keep saying he’s innocent!”

“I’m not saying he’s innocent!” Techno shouted as he rose from his seat. “I’m saying he’s protecting people! He’s keeping the places we ‘heroes’ never protect safe! What’s wrong with that!?”

“‘What’s wrong with that!?’ Are you seriously asking why someone murdering people is wrong?! He’s a vigilante! Not a hero! He’s not protecting anyone! He’s just a monster!”

“Boys!” Phill shouted as he stood. “Enough. We’re going to start doing patrols in Logstedshire. Don’t tell anyone we’re looking for Mellohi, the people there support him and we don’t want them against us. End of discussion.”

Techno glared at Phil for a few moments and then sighed. “Fine.”

“Thank you.” Phill sat back down and continued. “Now, we need to discuss the details of the new internship.”

Will and Techno groaned simultaneously.

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Phill sat on the couch in the flat he and his son’s lived in. They lived in one of the flats in the Hero tower. Phill was ranked number 1 Hero in the country, and probably the world. So, of course he and his sons (Ranked 2 and 3 in the country) were on the top floor. They had easy roof access so Phill could take flight without issue.

He was sitting next to Techno, who was preening Phill’s wings. Gently running his fingers through the feathers, shifting them into place and tugging out the loose ones. Wilbur sat in one of the chairs closest to the TV. He was watching some game show, ‘The Floor’ Phill thought it was called.

“No! How did you not get that!?” Will shouted at the TV. One of the contestants failed a question Will clearly thought was easy.

Phill chuckled at the his son’s antics. He felt content, he always felt content when he and his sons were together like this. Simply enjoying each other’s company.

Still, something felt off. Like a piece was missing. His instincts were yelling at him ‘Somethings wrong! Danger! Protect chick!’ He ignored it. His instincts had never been wrong before, sure. But nothing was going on. His sons were here and safe. He hadn’t gotten any calls about villains from the Hero Committee. All was well. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling something wasn’t right.

Techno’s phone buzzed. “Hello?” He answered. His face grew serious. He looked unhappy but resigned. He hung up and placed the phone in his pocket. “Someone reported seeing Mellohi.”

“Let’s go!” Wilbur shouted as he stood.

“They said he looked injured.” Techno interrupted before Wilbur had the chance to run off.

“Even better!” Will said with enthusiasm. “We can catch him before he can run away.”

Techno glared at Wilbur.

“Let’s suit up.” Phill interrupted before they could start arguing again.

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