TW- Kidnapping, derealization
Tommy sighs as he stares at the screens in front of him.
The Badlands have been trying to find Tubbo and Ranboo for what feels like fucking forever.
They have no fucking idea where Corpse took them, why he took them, or how to get them back.
He's so fucking frustrated.
He turns away from the screens.
"I'll be back later." He declares, turning around.
Halo hums, "Alright. Call if you need anything. We'll call if we find anything." He says.
Tommy nods and walks out into the hall.
He's at the villain headquarters because it's "too unsafe" for him to be at home.
Just because his house is a crime scene and he's working with villains doesn't mean it's "unsafe".
He's a big man, he can take some police officers.
But the heroes are also still like after him, and they're technically part of police investigations.. so.. maybe they're a little bit right.
He turns down a random hall, with no idea where the fuck he's going.
The halls are dark and small.
He hates small, dark spaces, even though his instincts tell him that they're safe.
He turns down another hall, finding a door with a red sign on it.
Training Room
Epic.
He pushes the door open and peers inside.
There are large weapon racks on two walls and a window on the third. It's a nice room.
He walks to the weapon rack closest to him.
It looks full of specialized equipment, made to accommodate certain powers. He sees something that looks like a.. weaponized umbrella.
Huh.
He turns and walks over to the second weapon rack.
It seems like this one is the more general equipment, not the specialized shit.
He picks up what looks like a small metal cylinder with one small button looking thing.
He presses it, because that's what you do with buttons on potentially deadly weapons.
It extends into an entire fucking metal staff.
"Holy fuck. Wizardry." He mumbles to himself.
He takes the staff away from the wall.
He presses the button again, and it contracts back into the small metal cylinder.
He grins.
Fucking epic.
There's some training dummy things around the room. He walks over to them.
How the fuck do you fight with a staff? Is it like, a bat, but bigger?
He spins the staff in his hand.
It can't be that hard.
~~~~
It's that hard.
He picks up the staff again.
"Hey, kid." A voice calls out from behind him.
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A Guide To Vigilante-ism By Tommyinnit (edited)
FanfictionI hope you enjoy/enjoyed reading this. It's a Tommy-centric SBI +Bench trio fic. Any needed TWS will be put at the beginning of the chapter, (if i need to add any, please let me know.) Please also feel free to point out any mistakes in the story so...
