A Guide To Vigilante-ism By Tommyinnit (edited)

3- how to relax and spread rumors

(sorry for the sudden shift to present tense. it's still on the same timeline, just in present tense.)

Home.

For some people, home is a big, fancy mansion. For some people, home means heating, running water that always works, or safety. Or parents.

Not for Tommy.

For Tommy, home is his one bedroom apartment that he shares with his two roommates. For Tommy, home is the cafe downstairs, almost always full of villains and vigilantes.

The cafe, while not known to everyone, is a neutral ground for vigilantes and villains, basically everyone but the "heroes"of the city.

Almost everyone on this side of town hates heroes. Heroes do nothing for the poorer areas of town, hurt more civilians than most villians, and don't have any consequences.

Tommy's home is his one bedroom apartment, small cafe, and his two best friends.

Tommy sinks into the couch, sighing. Him, Tubbo, and Ranboo just got back from training for almost three hours. Tubbo laughed suddenly.

"Guys, come look at this, people already have names for us."

Ranboo and Tommy look over his shoulder at the article on his computer curiously.

Three new vigilantes?

Three brand new vigilantes have made their entrance into the public eye. While nothing is confirmed about their powers, there is much speculation.

The names of the three vigilantes, given by the members of the public are: Copycat, Buzzkill, and Loudmouth.

Copycat seemed to have enhancement copying abilities, hence the name. Buzzkill looked as though he was fighting using explosives, shaped as bees, thus the name Buzzkill. Loudmouth didn't seem to have any power based enhancement, instead having an animal based enhancement.

We can continue to expect more from these three, given the grand entrance they made today.

"Why is my name Loudmouth?" Tommy asked loudly.

Tubbo winces and covers his ears, "I wonder why."

Tommy stuck out his tongue at him, earning a punch to the back of his head.

Ranboo sighs, "No roughousing by the computer. It costs more than the rent. Also, this means people like us."

Tubbo gasps excitedly, opening a new tab on his computer, "Oh my god look!"

The computer was open to twitter, showing several fanpages dedicated to them.

"Oh my god we really are famous!" Tommy yelled, shooting up from the couch.

"People are gonna start doing twitter roleplay of us.."

Ranboo groans, burying his face in his hands.

"Stop being a crybaby Ranboob, we're fucking famous!" Tubbo grins, his yellow eyes wide with excitement.

One of his eyes was a paler yellow, always closed slightly from the large burn scar on his face.

Ranboo looked more concerned than anything, "That means people will be expecting more from us, we'll need to catch up on our training so we can patrol properly."

Tubbo hums in agreement, "Who's turn is it to make dinner? Do we have enough money to have dinner?"

Tommy sits back down, "I just restocked the fridge, and I cooked yesterday."