A Guide For The Outsiders

Chapter 5: Outliers

TW: violence,
Please let me know if I missed any

Tubbo hurled the TV remote out the window.

"What was that for?" Schlatt asked, poking his head out into the living room.

"That!" The Satyr-bee pointed at the TV.

The fucking news reporters and their twisted games.

We have a very special report tonight,

a protégé, or a sidekick.

has been indoctrinated and conditioned.

Boasting quite unique traits,

seems to have been abused,

more than the luck of genetics.

Schlatt sighed, "That is the price of fame, misinformation and hatred."

"Why did you become a villan Schlatt?" Tubbo muttered, glaring at the TV.

"Quite honestly to stir shit up, because the heros needed a real threat." Schlatt said with a swig. "I don't have a sob story, not like you Tubbo. No, I'm a villan, because I like to do bad shit. You're a villan because I was the only one who'd take you in."

"I like being the villan, at least we are truthful of our actions." He said, curling his hands in on himself.

"Exactly, you should probably catch the train nowabouts." Schlatt said with a grin. "See you later, 'protégé'."

"Shut up." Tubbo said, snagging his keys and leaving.

He wasn't a poor conditioned boy.

He wasn't indoctrinated into a villan. Right?

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Tubbo was walking toward the hero tower when an enderian sprinted out, and almost ran into him.

"Woah, What's the rush?"

The young man was talking in quick enderian, and muttered "Sorry, trapped." Before sprinting away again.

The now saytr took a deep breath and smiled happily, before walking into the hero tower complex. "Hi Kristen," he said with a wave. The elevator stopped at the training floor and an avi-coon walked in, lightening when he say him.

"Tubbo!" He said, excitedly throwing his arms around the shorter boy. "I went on patrol last night!" He gushed excitedly.

"Oh? Do you have an official hero in training name?"

"Theseus!"

"Oh, I thought you were going with Icarus." Tubbo said faintly.

"Maybe, this is just a suggestion for the moment. I have so much to tell you."

"Yeah, me too."

"You're dad still drinking?"

"You know it."

"Come on!" Tommy grabbed the saytr's hand and led him on.

Tubbo had originally gotten a job at the hero HQ for intel, he was never meant to make friends. Yet one ensign was persistent enough, deciding the saytr needed a friend.

Deep down, Tubbo never wanted Tommy to finish out ensign, he never wanted him to be a hero in training. Because he had grown attached to the blond, and didn't want him to die at his best friend's hand.

Best friends don't keep secrets. They keep death in a bottle.

"So I was patrolling with the rest of SBI and we came across JayV, he's a wrongun if I've ever met one. Then he introduced us to his little protégé, Toxin. The poor boy is probably abused, and bullied into that shit. He looked kinda like you. With the snapped off horn and shit."

"Really?" Tubbo said in faux shock.

"Yeah, 'cept he had bee traits and wicked eyes. Anyway, so we fought, and he beat me with very little strain, but then this vigilante named ERROR came up and knocked him down just as fast, they lit fire to the end of their baton and shit, but they helped him up, they fuckin helped the little villan protégé up! Metus believes it's hard to kill people when faced with the option. But it won't be for the famous Theseus." He spun his baton. "What do you think Tubbo?"

"I think it's important to believe in yourself." He said with faux confidence.

"You don't think I can do it." He said with amusement.

"No, Tommy, I do, I also think it's important to believe in yourself."

"I'm going to kill you." The blond said, launching himself at Tubbo.

They rolled around on the floor for a bit, till Tubbo finally pinned him. "You were saying."

"You're an absolute prick." Tommy spat with no actual heat.

"Careful now, remember who's pinned."

"Fuck you."

Tubbo eventually let him up. "Why didn't you become an ensign?" The blond asked.

"I hate heros."

Tommy raised an eyebrow. "You work, at the fucking hero complex!"

"It pays well."

"Well then, why not a guard?"

"I do not have a death wish, unlike you."

"I have a wish to be famous." Tommy said, posing like one of the statues.

"Ha! Famous for dying at Toxin's hand. Or better yet, Tommy, death by crossfire between ERROR and Toxin."

Tommy shoved the brunette. "Ha! As if that'd happen."

"I won't let it." The brunette whispered with a sad smile.

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I'm so stressed, for not much reason.

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