Vigilantes are Wronguns, but this one's okay

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WARNING:

Dead body mention, description of dead body, murder, Tubbo cuts his hand on accident.
I don't think it's too bad, but just in case, you've been warned of what's ahead. Be cautious and skip ahead if you need.

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 Ranboo was awake, he was certain of it.

But... something wasn't right.

He felt... far away. Like, his consciousness was swimming in the very back of his own mind.

Everything was purple.

A purple haze that was blurry and forever swirling, never stopping even as Ranboo tried to focus on it.

He felt crosseyed and fuzzy, an invisible force taking over his brain, overwhelming his every thought.

Where was he?

Was he at home?

Where was Tubbo?

He tried to speak, but found the words stuck in his throat, his mouth dry and feeling like it was filled with cotton.

Distantly, like he was thousands of miles away, he could hear a voice. It was distorted, and echoing, but it was a voice all the same. "Oh- my little Finale, it's not your time yet, there there my friend."

Ranboo could feel himself drift away further into the purple abyss, his consciousness fading faster than he would've liked.

"Sleep. You'll get your time in the spotlight soon." The voice whispered, sickeningly sweet as it drifted further and further away, "I have quite the special job for you."

And just like that, it was gone, Ranboo's mind overtaken by purple particles and swirls, lost into the deep sleep-like unconsciousness of his own mind.

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"Tubbo," Phil started, a hand resting gently on Tubbo's back as his other gestured towards the man in front of him, "this is Quackity, he's in charge of keeping the media at bay, organizing schedules, even a bit of investigation on certain cases. He's quite literally the glue of the heroes headquarters."

Quackity, a man with an easy smile and a smart outfit, black suspenders fit over a white dress shirt and a pair of black slacks. He smiled and rolled his eyes at Phil's introduction, but shook Tubbo's hand, "lovely to finally meet you Tubster, I've heard a lot about you. Phil here can't shut up about how much help you've been."

Tubbo felt his cheeks heat up at the praise, taking a glance at the hero behind him, seeing his cheeks tinge with red as well.

Quackity was an interesting character, he seemed easy going, and by the scar that closed one of his eyes and seemingly took out a tooth or two, he had quite the story behind himself. His mouth seemingly couldn't shut all the way from the damage, two peaks creating a gap where the scar stood.

Bright but small yellow wings protruded from the man's back, flapping ever so slightly with amusement as he teased the hero.

Phil cleared his throat, waving off Quackity's statement, "anyway, you'll be staying with him today. Tommy has a couple tests for school, and me and the boys have an investigation to go through."

Tubbo didn't miss how Quackity's easy going smile seemed to fall, concern covering his features as he raised an eyebrow at the avian man, a silent question between just the two of them.

Phil shook his head, and Quackity seemed to deflate a little, an awkward but heavy silence overtaking the trio.

Phil seemed to shake it off first, a strained smile making its way onto his cheeks, "it'll be alright, I'm sure we'll have everything sorted out soon."