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What defines a good person? Someone who does good deeds, ask anyone and they will tell you that a hero is a good person. The villains that destroyed the city were bad people. But what were vigilantes? The gray area? Some ended up getting offered jobs at the Hero’s Corporation, people like The Blade, the number one hero. But some only wanted bad things for the people, Schlatt went mad with power after creating a truce with the villains whilst he was a vigilante. Tommy was, in short, a bad person. Morally corrupt, evil, any other synonym that you could think of, Tommy fits the definition. All of his friends didn’t believe him, they thought he was selfless, reckless even, but that he was good. Tommy thought about the morals of being a good person often. His job as a vigilante was illegal, he was stopping crimes and committing one by doing so, he called it a corrupt system. Tubbo and Ranboo were his roommates, they thought he was good. They also thought he needed a job other than going out at night and fighting crime. Tommy was scrolling through his phone when Ranboo came home.
“Tommy! I found a job for you!” He shouted, putting his shoes at the door, ten feet in front of where Tommy sat on the couch. Their apartment wasn’t made for three people, one bedroom, one bath, but they made it work. It was the only available thing in the outskirts of L’Manburg. They could barely afford groceries let alone an apartment anywhere near the city. Their landlord had been working on paying a good half of their rent but after he moved away their new one was one them about all the unpaid fees, they had already lost heat and electricity, luckily it was autumn and they didn’t need those to survive at the moment. However, winter was approaching and they were going to need heat sometime soon.
“When is it? Can I still go out patrolling tonight?” Tommy needed to patrol tonight, he hadn’t gone out last night because Tubbo needed help with his job but Tommy was the only vigilante in the area around their apartment complex, and missing more than one night of patrol in a row leads to major criminals thinking they can make their move.
“It’s at eleven tomorrow morning, you could try but you’d have to cut it short,” Ranboo answered with a slight smile on his face. Tommy had time to patrol, that was good. But he had to be home at a reasonable hour which he was not very good at doing.
“Tubbo’s going to be home late today, his boss wants him to finish his project you guys were working on last night in the office,” Tommy and Ranboo don’t know much about Tubbo’s job. He didn’t tell them where he worked or what he did, all they knew was that he worked with technology and needed another set of eyes sometimes. Ranboo worked in a local cafe run by their friend Niki, she allowed him to help bake stuff and work in the back, not forcing him to do any front counter work seeing as he had pretty extreme social anxiety. Tommy checked his phone and then remembered what Ranboo said when he walked through the door.
“What job am I interviewing for? Do I need to forge some documents?” Tommy asked, he wasn’t a legal person so if he needed an ID he would need to get a fake sometime in the next, Tommy checked the time, seventeen and a half hours. Ranboo checked the paper he was holding in hand.
“Tomorrow at eleven AM, Sleepy Boi’s Inc is holding an open house interview for the position of their assistant. Anyone who wanted to interview must be at the Hero’s Tower and checked in before eleven. Dress as you please, there will be a second round of interviews scheduled for a later date, you will be notified before midnight if you are coming to the second round of interviews. From there, someone will be hired. The first round of interviews will be held on the bottom floor of Manburg Hotel,” Ranboo read from the paper. Tommy was going to kill Ranboo, a position at the Hero’s Tower? He barely had one fancy outfit for this interview let alone a second one, god forbid they don’t have a staff uniform at the tower.
“Ok, so no documents needed, you think the heroes would have higher security?” Tommy thought aloud. “I might not patrol tonight, I hear that SBI has been known to arrest citizens on the bias that they might be vigilantes,” Tommy continued, Ranboo nodded.
“If you’re going into the city tomorrow you’ll need to eat dinner tonight,” Ranboo stated. Tommy tended to avoid eating but he needed energy for tomorrow plus the heroes learn everything about someone and Tommy was scarily skinny. He was tall, no doubt about it, but he barely ate a meal a day, he was skin and bones. At first, Tubbo and Ranboo thought not to push it, seeing as Tommy was found on the streets and that he would put on weight now that he had a consistent supply of food. They were quick to realize they were wrong seeing as Tommy never joined them for meals. He was an active person seeing as fighting crime was his favorite pastime, he needed food, but no matter what Tubbo and Ranboo did Tommy wouldn’t eat more than one or two bites of a meal in front of others.
“What is there to eat? Dry pasta? Oatmeal?” Tommy asked with a dark undertone to his voice. He was quick to pick up on the fact that Ranboo was trying to get him to eat. Tommy didn’t like food, he didn’t need much to survive, he wasn’t pulling his weight on the apartment anyway, he didn't deserve it. Tommy could eat once he had done this interview. “I’m not hungry anyway,” He said, avoiding this meal would be difficult but it could be done.
“Tommy, you can’t avoid this. Tubbo’s going to be pissed if I send you to bed without dinner,” Tubbo would be mad but Tommy didn’t care. He walked towards the door to their bedroom, turning away from Ranboo.
“I’m going to bed, I have an interview tomorrow,” Tommy said, he closed the door behind him. He hoped he got this job, he wanted to help Tubbo and Ranboo. If he didn’t he would probably have to move out.
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Tubbo came home from work an hour and a half later than usual. He was exhausted and went to lay down in bed when Ranboo stopped him.
“Boo, I know you’re excited about something but can I nap for half an hour first? I'm tired,” Tubbo tried to push into the bedroom once more but Ranboo’s grip was firm.
“Tommy’s sleeping in there you’ll have to nap on the couch,” Ranboo said, a smirk spreading across his face. Tubbo froze, Tommy never slept unless he passed out and got a few hours of rest from there.
“Why? He never sleeps,” Tubbo asked. He needed to know if Tommy was beaten up or something. He had a habit of leaving wounds untreated.
“He went into the room to get out of dinner,” Ranboo said with a sad undertone to his voice, “But then I check again ten minutes later and he’s out like a light,” Ranboo cracked open the door just enough to allow Tubbo to see a head of blond hair passed out on the bed.
“I’m taking blackmail photos,” Tubbo said, pulling out his phone and giggling.
“He’s so cute, send me the nice ones,” Ranboo said, letting Tubbo into the room to take pictures. This might have been the best night they’ve had in a while.
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Phil, Techno, and Wilbur were doing paperwork, a lot of paperwork. Tomorrow they were going to hold the first round of interviews for an assistant position. Since they were holding an open house they expected a bunch of unqualified people to show up hence the two rounds of interviews. Wilbur didn’t like the idea of an assistant.
“Why do we need an assistant anyways?” Wilbur asked, annoyance seeping into his tone. He didn’t like the idea of someone new joining the team, he was fine with it as it is.
“Because you and I both know that we hate paperwork and who better to do it than someone else,” Phil replied, his tone soothing. They needed an assistant, they worked too often for his liking but maybe he was just getting old.
“Fine, but just know I’m going to be picky,” Wilbur said, the annoyance in his voice dropping slightly.
“We figured Wil, you’re picky anyways,” Techno said, his voice as monotone as ever.
“Like you’re one to talk,” Wilbur replied in a joking tone, replacing his annoyed one.
“Wilbur, don’t talk to your brother like that,” Phil said, not paying attention to the bickering but rather just sorting through some files. “Wilbur, you need an assistant, look at that pile of work,” Phil pointed at Wilbur's pile of papers nearly twice as tall as Techno’s.
“Fine, maybe I need a little more time in the office, but no one needs to be going through my stuff,” Wilbur said, rolling his eyes as he grabbed the top paper from the stack. An unfiled fight report. He probably had a stack of over 75 of them, maybe he could use some help.