Behind The Mask - Tommyinnit vigilante

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The email was sent. The decision was final. To know what that decision is though, we need to go back a day or two.

Wilbur, Techno, and Phil sat around their breakfast table with notes of every person who interviewed the day before. "So, Wilbur, find anyone you like?" Phil asked, drinking his hot coffee. Wilbur looked down at the papers he had gathered and began sorting them out. "Well, one woman, I think her name was Debby, seemed very into the job," he spoke but then looked mischievously towards Techno.

"But I think she was more interested in a certain hero with 'the biggest muscles she'd ever seen'," Wilbur mocked her voice as Techno's eyes widened and he flushed pink in embarrassment. Techno groaned as Phil began laughing along with Wilbur. "I hate you guys so much," the pinkette hid his face in his hands.

After the group had calmed down, Phil shared his own thoughts about a few of the people he interviewed. One was named Sarah, and the other was named Alvin. Alvin was a smaller man who was much to talkative for Phil's liking but at least he wasn't as stuck up as some of the other people who were there. Sarah on the other hand, was practically silent. Her whole personality was based around the fact that she was learning to recite the entire hero code of conduct. "Why were these your only two options?" Wilbur questioned, obviously confused as to why Phil had chosen such awful people, clearly forgetting the whole Debby debacle.

"You should have seen the people I interviewed Wil! They were all stuck-up snobs," Phil said, exasperated. Finally, Techno made a comment. "Same with the people I interviewed. Although, I did find one who might just be perfect for the job."

Wilbur could hardly believe his ears, Techno hated people! How could he possibly be the one to find someone for the job? Phil looked just as doubtful as Wilbur. Techno seemed to notice their confusion and continued talking.

"His name is Thomas, but he prefers Tommy. He's nineteen and unlike all the other people I interviewed, he wasn't some rich snob. That could partially be because he's from district nine," Phil and Wilbur listened carefully as Techno spoke. He seemed almost excited, which was quite rare for someone like him.

"He volunteers at an old home and builds toys for children in orphanages. Oh and Wilbur you might like this one, he's learning guitar." Techno smiled smugly as Wilbur's face lit up. He'd been wanting to teach someone to play guitar for ages and now he might have a chance.

"Rather funny lad as well." Techno added, shocking the other two in the room. This guy must be hypnotizing Techno into saying these things, right? "And before you ask, no I'm not under his control, he was born powerless." Techno stared directly at Wilbur.

"Well then, anyone have anything else to add or is that final?" Phil asked. Techno and Wilbur stayed quiet. "Alright then, Techno send him an email." Techno nodded and quickly began getting up to reach his computer. Wilbur still couldn't believe it when he saw a small smile across his brother's face.

'Can't wait to meet this guy' Wilbur thought.

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Tommy was freaking out. He just received an email from Technoblade. Technoblade! The top three hero in the world! The blond was practically radiating with anxiety as he logged into his excessively cracked phone.

There, on the top of his screen, was an email. The email he'd been waiting for. His job status.

To: Thomas underscore innit
From: Technoblade Minecraft
Subject: Your Job At The Hero's Tower
Dear Tommy, It is with my greatest pleasure that I accept your application into the Hero's tower. You will begin work tomorrow morning at 9:00, if that works for you. If not, please send an email of the ideal time for you to start. All the information about your new job will be disclosed at our next meeting which will preferably be tomorrow. Again, thank you so much for applying to work here. We look forward to having you here with us. Sincerely, Technoblade Minecraft.

Tommy could cry. He got in! He made it! His dreams from when he was a small child, no more than six, were finally coming true. He was going to work with S, b, fucking I, and he couldn't wait.

Just a mere twenty-five hours later, he stood in front of the majestic and magical hero's tower. Tommy adjusted his red jacket-the same one he wore for his interview. He didn't have many clothes to wear considering he had no money to buy any. Also, the jacket was practically his lifeline.

It was given to him by one of the orphanage workers before he ran away. She was like a second mother to him. As soon as he told her he wanted to run away, she helped him pack his bags and go. Obviously it was against that rules, but she didn't really care. After all, that was her son. She had to help him.

The jacket was an old one she had from her real son that had gone to work somewhere else. She apologized for the fact that it was old but Tommy couldn't care less. He was just appreciative of the gift.

"I'm sorry it's old, it's all I have," the woman spoke kindly. Tommy smiled with tears in his eyes. For a moment the woman thought she did something wrong but then the child leaped into her arms.

"Thank you so much, mom," the woman's heart warmed at the name. She had been called mom hundreds of times before, but never by the precious child resting in her arms.

"Of course, duckling," The woman felt the boy giggle at the nickname. The room returned to science for a moment before the child sighed. "I'm really going to miss you," he spoke, obviously choked up.

The woman pursed her lips as she tucked a strand of the boys sandy blond hair behind his ear. "This isn't goodbye, Thomas. You know I love you, therefore, I'll always be with you," she chose her words carefully, as to not upset the child.

"Even when I'm old?" The boys blue eyes shined with tears. "Even when you're old," the woman confirmed. The clock hanging up behind the pair struck twelve. The woman felt her eyes get hot with tears.

"Well, I suppose it's time you go, huh?" Tommy could only cry. While he desperately needed to leave, he couldn't help but be sad he was being separated from his mother.

"Yeah. Promise I'll see you again someday?" He asked, tears falling down his face. "Of course, sweet child of mine," the woman assured.

With a swing of his bag, Tommy was off. Into the world, by himself. It was cold outside but the jacket he was gifted kept him warm.

"I love you, Tommy! I'll see you again," the woman waved, tears eyed, from the now opened door.

"I love you too, Puffy."

Tommy refocused his attention to the doors, which he should have entered five minutes ago. He hasn't even realized the tear running down his cheek until the receptionist pointed it out.

"Oh sorry! Just nerves I guess," Tommy lied as the woman looked at him, concerned. He chuckled awkwardly and practically ran to the elevator.

A few button presses later and he was at the fifty-third floor. The sbi floor. Tommy took a deep breath as the elevator door dinged and then opened.

All at once, three hero's looked his way.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.