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To aquire family pt.1

Contrary to popular beliefs, Tommy is quite rich. His parents were owners of a sucsessfull bussiness, but they sadly passed away due to being caught in a villain attack, making their only son, who was 14 at the time, the owner of a multy million dollar company that makes hero gear.

Good riddance, Tommy thinks as he looks out of his office's window. Some of his employees riddiculed him at the start. Why would a fourteen years old boss them around?

Those people were... Fired, according to official records.

As if. The blond boy let out a small scoff before  turning back to his paperwork. He was one of the powerless, according to his file, amongst the powered, heroes, vigilantes, villains, anything you could ever want.

Tommy did have a power, he was a genius, a protege, able to bend reality to his will.

But he would have been killed off if anyone knew about his power. It was way too strong, too dangerous, unstoppable.

He liked those words.

Tommy, with all his sixteen years of experience, knew he wasn't a good person. No one was, in the business world, being a good person was the Heroes job, and the Vigilantes.

"Sir? I brought you the documents you asked for." A brunett stepped into the office with a black folder in his hands.

"Thank you, Wilbur." Speaking of vigilantes. Tommy knew his secretary was a vigilante, he wasn't stupid like everyone else. He noticed when small equipment went missing from time to time, how Wilbur came in with injuries sometimes. He liked Wilbur, thought, and him being Siren was no inconvenience for Tommy at all. He was amused by Wilbur, Siren, and all the good he did. The brunett was a far better person than he was, and Tommy loved that in him. He sometimes froze time just so he could spend more of it with his assistant. He was attached, and he wasn't afraid to recognize that. Nothing could harm Wilbur, after all, he was Tommy's to nurture and keep out of harms reach.
"Can you fetch me some coffee, please?" He asked.

"How about some nice hot chocolate instead?" Wilbur asked, picking up some papers from the floor and arranging them just the way Tommy liked. Wilbur was truly the best of the best. Many were fired because they ruined Tommy's carefully engineered system. But Wilbur learned after his first mistake, and maybe that was the first thing that made Tommy want to keep him around.

Of course, Wilbur was annoying as hell. Tommy found it quite entertaining sometimes, except when the brunett forced him to take care of himself, like eat healthy food and not drown himself in cafeine. It was really, really nerve-wracking, but he cared, and that made Tommy even more attached.

"Then some Wonster. I need energy for tonight's meeting." Tommy tried to compromise with his best pleading puppy eyes.

"How about some nice cold apple juice?" Wilbur, the bich, said with a smirk, like the asshole he was.

"You are an asshole." Tommy voiced his toughts, earning a sly smile from the brunett.

"Alright, if I'm such an asshole, then I should quit." Tommy froze. Technically, he knew it was a joke, Wilbur could never afford to quit, he aquired most of his gear by stealing from the company. But still, the thought of him not being at Tommy's side made the blond feel something dark bubbling up in his chest. All racionality leaves a man who is faced with a hard situation.

"You are not allowed to do that." Tommy said, voice low and carrying something sharp. Wilbur froze up, like a deer in headlights, and his eyes snapped to his boss.
"I won't let you quit. You will stay with me forever." The air became heavy and tense, and it seemed that the world held its breath. A single bead of sweat rolled down on Wilbur's cheek, and he took a step back, clearly nervous.

"O-okay. So... Apple juice?" Wilbur tried to break the dark mood, not equipped for dealing with it properly. Tommy smirked, which counted as a win in his books.

"Fine." The blond let out an amused huff and dismissed his assistant with the wave of his hand.

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Soon, the meeting's time arrived, much to Tommy's dismay and amusement. He was a teenager, he was allowed to have ambivalent feelings! Look at him using big man words, he's amazing.

Back to the meeting.

He was sitting in his favourite conference room with the light blue walls and the comfortable rolling chair. Wilbur stood at his side, like always. After meetings, Tommy usually made the brunett sit for a long while, making sure to silently erase any aches the older had from existence. Nothing was allowed to hurt Wilbur, not even himself.

The head of the hero agency and some of the top heroes soon arrived, and Tommy noticed how tense his assistant got the moment he saw them. Of course, Tommy tought, he never saw these guys without masks before. Tommy knew that he won't use it against them, not in the long run, but his little vigilante can have this advance on the asses who hurt him every night.

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Hey guys, thanks for reading!

This is a silly thing i'm working on right now.

Uh, so- I disappeared bc well... I had exams. And now exams are over! Yaay!

I am officially no longer in high school. Isn't that cool?

Anyways, I was thinking about things. And I have some things to say.

First and foremost, no, I am not quitting wattpad anytime soon. As long as I am needed, I am here.

Second, I know this book flopped. The dream SMP is over, the fandom is vilting. I don't care. As long as I have things I want to write, I am not stopping. I don't care who reads it, I don't care if every one of my regular readers leave. I create for the sake of creation first and foremost.

But I am also an adult now. I realised I can't hold myself to standards I can't reach. So, my third and final statement is that I have decided to have weekly updates. Every week, on wednesday, I will update this book with a oneshot of various lenght.

Yeah, this is all. Thank you for sticking around.