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SO I KNOW I HAVE A VIGILANTE AU BUT I HAD TO WRITE THIS

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Protesilaus and Theseus were strange.

Different, if you will.

The city's most renowned criminals, these two people were the base of all wrongdoing, all sin, all evil.

And yet, they didn't give a shit about it.

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This just in!

L'Manburg's infamous villains Protesilaus and Theseus have blown up yet another building- a small mall inhabited by thugs and gangs! The mall was already broken down, and full of bad, bad things- have Protesilaus and Theseus done something good for once?

Tommy frowned as he read the newspaper, illuminated by the bright light of his base. Scoffing, he threw the paper across the room, scowling when it weakly floated back to him. His tail twitched in annoyance.

Techno stood at a workbench, trying to pry something apart. He hissed as the material suddenly flew apart with a loud bang and he fell backwards onto the floor.

Tommy looked across the big room and immediately ran over to where Techno was.

"Watcha doin', big man?" He asked. Pulling Techno up, he pointed at the discarded material on the floor excitedly. "Are you gonna make another gun? Or a swords, or holy shit what if you made a gun-"

"Calm down, Theseus. I'm tryna make something for you."

"What is it?!"

"You'll see." Techno smirked, boar tusks glinting in the light. "Patience, Theseus."

Tommy tried to push his way to the workbench, but got held back by Techno as he picked him up and threw him onto the couch. Tommy yelped as he bounced off 16th the cushiony material.

"WHAT THE FU- I WANNA SEE IT-" Tommy screamed.

Techno just leaned back on the wall and crossed his arms. "Tommy, it's far from being done. I'll show you when I'm finished halfway."\\

Tommy crossed his arms and pouted. Staring at him, he urged a tear to slide down his cheek,

Techno rubbed his temple in annoyance and finally gave in. "I'll let you see it tomorrow."

Tommy grinned. What could it be? A gun? If it wasn't a gun he would be so sad-

Standing up and trudging over to his room, he flopped down onto his bed (which consisted of a large amount of pillows and blankets on top of a humongous bean bag ) and fiddled excitedly with his fingers. Grabbing his LED light remote, Tommy switched the colours from a dim white to a bright red, and set the remote down next to him. He'd have to wake up early tomorrow to see what Techno was making- it was a Monday tomorrow, which meant school, which meant learning useless shit that would never help him in life anyway.

Grumbling at the thought of school tomorrow, he tried to look to the bright side. He'd be able to see Tubbo and Ranboo tomorrow- his only friends, as well as some other 'acquaintances' he'd talked to before.

Tubbo and Ranboo were odd- they always claimed they were 'married' for tax benefits ( they were in fucking high school )- Tubbo was extremely short and Ranboo was extremely tall, and they both covered their eyes. Well, in public, at least.

During nights when the three of them would party in Tommy's room Tubbo would tie his hair up with a hair tie and Ranboo would take off his mask and glasses.

Tubbo was half blind in one eye from getting hit in the face with a firework when he was little- someone was shooting them around and one so happened to hit Tubbo in the face. His right eye was blind and his right cheek was covered in a big, ugly scar- so he grew his hair out to cover it. Somehow he could see through his hair.

Ranboo had heterochromia and a deformed jaw that he could unhinge at anytime- they both caused the mask and glasses problem. His red and green eyes glowed unusually in the dark, and many people would look at him in school with fear or disgust.

It ended up getting too much and Ranboo got diagnosed with facial dismorphia- He figured the only way he could walk around normally was to cover his face up- even though Tubbo and Tommy kept on telling how good he looked without a mask.

Tubbo and Ranboo were the only people he had ever told about his other life- blowing up buildings, causing chaos, his raccoon hybrid traits, Techno's boar hybrid traits and the technology and gadgets they made.

Shaking his head, Tommy shook out of his dazed thinking, stood up, grabbed a green pillow from across the room, hugged it, and went back to sleep.

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As the sun dawned, Techno wiped the sweat off his forehead and checked the time. It was 5:37 in the morning. He'd been working for around 10 hours. Looking down at his work, the wings he had designed and crafted for Tommy glinted in the dim light of the room, a true masterpiece. Techno turned his head fondly towards Tommy's room. Sure, Tommy probably would've wanted a gun but he knew he'd like these wings better.

Should he wake Tommy up now? Probably- he could wake him up later and then drive him to school but he knew the child would want to parkour his way over buildings instead of taking a 'fucking car' as he had once put it.

Walking over to his room, he opened the door and found a small raccoon bundled inside a shitton of blankets and pillows. Lips quirking up at the sight, he laughed internally as he picked up a stray pillow, raised it above his head, and-

Boff.

With a puff of smoke, the raccoon transformed back into a very distorted human boy.

"WHAT THE FUCK, MAN?!" Tommy yelped in alarm. "You gotta stop doing this every fucking morning- I have an alarm set for six-"

"Well if I didn't wake you up earlier you'd be rushing everything," Techno retorted. "Plus, I finished the thing you wanted to see yesterday."

Tommy's ears perked up at that last sentence, and he excitedly pushed himself off the bed, all signs of tiredness gone in an instant.

Rushing out the door, Techno heard a distant ow! Before going out the room himself and strolling over to his workbench.

Tommy was already there, staring down at the wings. Walking over next to him, Techno smirked as he saw Tommy's eye sparkle with joy.

"Holy shit," Tommy gasped. Picking them up with the most gentleness Techno had ever seen Tommy use, he held them up in front of him and and strapped them to his back.

The wings immediately started fluttering- which Tommy by a little surprise. "Thank you so much- ohmygodthankyoutechnourthebestbroever- HOLY SHIT! CAN WE GO TO THE STADIUM?!?" Tommy shouted giddily.

Not even waiting for an answer, Tommy rushed over to another set of doors and literally ran into them with a futile attempt to smash the doors open. He whined in pain as he rubbed his shoulder- Techno simply pulled the doors open to reveal a wide, spacious stadium with training equipment set in the far left corner.

Tommy immediately rushed into the stadium, and jumped.

He was flying.

The wings strapped to his back flapped quickly as Tommy did spins and loop-de-loops in the air. If Techno were to be honest, he didn't think Tommy would get used to flying so quickly- but Tommy was Tommy and he could make anything happen.

Landing in front of his with a thump, Tommy jumped up and hugged Techno as tight as he could, mumbling small and quick thank you's into his shoulder. Techno held him back, happy that his brother liked the wings.

What a wonderful Monday morning!

...Monday.

It was Monday.

Techno checked his watch. It was 6:38.

"Tommy, it's 6:38."

He felt the boy in his arms tense for a second, before bursting out of the hug and running out the stadium screaming.

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Stuffing his backpack full with random books and grabbing a few dollar notes for lunch, Tommy slid down the stair railings and rushed to the kitchen where Techno had already whipped up a plate of scrambled eggs for breakfast. Scrambling over to his seat (ahahaha) he grabbed a fork on the counter and stabbed it into the eggs, eating so quickly he felt like he could choke at any second.

Satisfied and feeling full, he grabbed his back, and spammed the elevator button on the far side of the base, and hopped from side to side in exasperation.

As the doors opened and he ran inside, he heard a 'Don't forget about your ears' as the doors shut. Tommy made note of that.

As the elevator door opened again he rushed out into the normal-house-looking room, pulled his hoodie over his head, and puffed his tail away. He could keep his ears for now, as long as he kept his hood on his head.

Running down the street, he saw the city im the distance and only picked up his speed.

Making it over to the city, he ran over to the secluded alley he always prepared in and slid his mask over his mouth.

Taking some small prep jumps, Tommy leaped onto the side of a wall and then leaped onto another, before landing with a thump and a roll a building located next to the alleyway.

Standing up, he appreciated the view from above the building for a small second before running over to another building, grabbing a grappling hook out of his backpack ( do not ask how ) and launched it towards Big Ben.

The hook landed and secured itself tightly around the very top of the clock tower, and Tommy leaped off the edge of the building he stood on as he swung himself up and over to the tip of the tower.

Getting to his destination, he leaned off the tip with a hand gripped firmly around the point to make sure he didn't fall.

Staring down, he marvelled in the sight of London early in the morning. As the sun rose he blocked his face with a hand, before realising he still had a class to go to.

Formulating a plan in less than 2 seconds, he skidded down to the edge of Big Ben, jumped, and as he did he shot his grappling hood far into the distance.

There he was, plummeting, falling at a godly speed, the only things protecting his retinas a small visor. People below saw him, some shouting in fear while others took out their phones to film.

Quickly realising he still had his tail and ears out, Tommy was just about to start panicking until he felt himself get pulled in the direction of another building.

Landing messily, he quickly went transformed into a raccoon and scurried off to his shitty Highschool.

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