Seven people had gathered at a board-room table, all staring at the large projection that was being screened at the head. All were wearing masks or, if they didn't need to, had strange faces or animalistic heads. No one said a word as they watched the recording, eyes narrowed and pens clicking. They could see Theseus fleeing as Jubilee Line tried to take him down on the rooftop as the Crow Father rushed in for an attack. Theseus looked like he was in pain, breathing through gritted teeth as Jubilee kept the onslaught.

The vigilante sprayed his 'fire-gas' at Jubilee Line, who turned invisible immediately. Theseus used this as a chance to finally get just enough distance between them to reach the edge. The camera's angle heaved slightly as the Crow Father flapped his wings and Jubilee approached Theseus slowly. Out of nowhere, the vigilante saluted and then fell backwards. Jubilee Line lunged forwards but Theseus went beyond his fingers.

A blur appeared on screen next to Jubilee and jumped too, after Theseus. The recording was paused and six people turned to the seventh, who sat in his pride and place at the head of the table, opposite the projection. He wore colourful, mismatched clothes, a plain white mask over his nose and mouth, a purple masquerade frame around his eyes, and a green spiral spun over a blank sclera, the point of the spiral locked on Jubilee Line.

"That's how they got away, you know," The Inbetweener said, disapprovingly. "You let it happen."

Jubilee bristled. "I didn't let it happen."

"You did," Phoenix spoke from the left-hand side of the Inbetweener. The black veil hid the expression on his face, but it was clear from his voice that he was probably mocking him. "If you could've touched Enderling, we'd have both him and Theseus in custody."

Hero#6 hissed slightly. "Theseus would've fallen to his death if I had grabbed that hybrid. Besides, no one could've responded to such a sudden teleport-"

"Jubilee Line wouldn't have been able to catch either of them," The Blood God interjected from the Inbetweener's right-hand side. "You can see there that he's on his knees trying to grab Theseus. Enderling's teleported in out of his peripheral vision." 

Jubilee and the Blood God made brief eye-contact and then looked away. If they had been at home, Wilbur would thank Technoblade for defending him. However he was not Wilbur and that was not Technoblade. Work was no place for family, after all.

King, who sat on Phoenix's right shrugged his head, making the large mushroom hat wobble slightly. "Nothing anyone could've done, I'd say. Besides," He turned to look up at the Inbetweener, "is Jubilee Line really the best person to blame this on?"

The Inbetweener's green swirls turned their points onto King, expressively. "And who are we blaming this on?"

Although no one could see King's eyes behind his goggles, the incline of his head was enough to let everyone know he was looking at the Blood God. "I'm just saying, someone rushed in at the very beginning and gave away their surprise early on."

"True," Agreed Phoenix, crossing his arms. "Blood, if you hadn't tried to arrest Enderling so quickly, we might have those three vigilantes behind bars right now."

"Oh, you think so?" The Blood God sneered, snout wrinkling.

"Yeah, I think so," Phoenix answered back, a smirk in his tone.

"Well, then, fireboy, if you'd like to run around after a teleporting criminal all day, be my guest. It seems like something well within your... 'capabilities'."

Phoenix tensed and Jubilee wished he could see his face under that veil. "I'm the third hero of this city! I don't have time to deal with stuff like that."

"And I'm the second hero. If I can bother with it, so could you."

Eret, sitting opposite Jubilee, cleared their throat, arching an eyebrow. "Your play was, by all means, stupid, Blood God," He criticised. "The moment Enderling saw you, he teleported away and that's why they got out."

The Blood God turned on her, with a glare. "He'd have teleported away anyway and you know it."

"So why did you go in for the arrest?" They pressed.

"I thought I could get a hand on him before he noticed. I was wrong."

The Inbetweener locked his green swirls on the Blood God disapprovingly and Jubilee winced on his twins' behalf. Being on the receiving end on one of those glares was always horrible. "We made it protocol to avoid Enderling and go after his team. You know that."

In his defence, the Blood God at least sounded a little sheepish as he muttered, "I thought I had a chance."

"Crow Father, what do you think?" King asked, almost purposely trying to stir up trouble by picking on the quiet elytrain-hybrid.

The Crow Father sighed, sitting up straighter from his seat between Jubilee Line and the Blood God. He had been here for the longest and everyone knew the Inbetweener valued his opinion above everyone else's. Whatever side he joined usually ended up winning.

"I think the Blood God's actions were honourable, if ending in vain."

"So you think he's in the wrong?" Urged Phoenix.

The Crow Father glared at him, wings tensing slightly and making the younger hero draw back slightly. "I know we're never going to catch those three if all we do is blame each other. The Blood God saw an opportunity but didn't manage to quite grasp it. Jubilee had no time to react to Enderling. All in all, we put up a good fight but there is no way we can take them in easily like this, short of establishing every singe hero in our arsenal for an ambush attack."

Eret leaned back brushing his brown hair from her white eyes. "Y'know, I think that'd be a good idea. They're a huge thorn in our sides and we've got to take them out. I mean, think of our reputation."

"Getting the entire hero force on only three guys?" Jubilee questioned, his sneer letting more of his blue-inked tears fall down his stained cheeks. "I think that'd be worse for our reputation than letting them run free."

"To hell with rep," Phoenix grunted. "Just get them in prison and put them on trial."

"That's what I mean!" Eret agreed, pointing at Phoenix. "We just need to focus our attention on them and put them away. They're causing too much trouble right now and we need them out."

The Crow Father looked at them sceptically. "Funny, Eret. I don't remember you being so adamant on their arrest before."

Eret shrugged, cheeks flushing slightly once he was called out. "Well, 'before', they didn't have so many sympathisers."

King nodded. "They have a good point. Hell, last year alone, most people agreed that the three of them should be imprisoned, with only a couple hundred outliers in the whole country. Now they've been running around so long that they're getting-" He made quotation marks, "-'familiar'."

The Inbetweener narrowed his spinning eyes. "That's not good."

"At least it's not unprecedented," the Crow Father said, reassuringly. "The Corporation has dealt with 'famous' vigilantes before.  All we need is to imprison the lot of them with enough criminal evidence to keep them behind bars. At least, until the sentence is over, of course."

Jubilee glanced around, hoping all tensions over his slip-up had passed. "I think," He began carefully, ignoring the ways every head turned to him, "That we should keep following our current routine. Unless we discover a pattern in their behaviour, we keep a lookout for them while on shifts."

"That's usually when we get the closest to arresting them, anyway," The Blood God agreed, taking the eyes from Jubilee to him. "Whenever we try to lay a trap, they don't even show up."

"They figure it out somehow, every time..." Eret muttered to herself, leaning back in their seat. He was often in charge of setting up ambushes and traps, thanks to her abilities, but, much to their annoyance, the vigilante trio had never fell for them.

The Inbetweener sighed, knotting his fingers together and resting his chin on them. "You really think that we should keep doing the same thing? It's getting us nowhere."

"Someone out there will know something," The Blood God promised, lowly. "If we keep them on the ropes, we can get them."

The Inbetweener examined him with harsh scrutiny in his spinning eyes: Jubilee knew he'd wither under a gaze like that. After a dragged-out moment, the #1 hero stood up from his chair with a sigh. "Okay. Let's make a desicion. All for targeting the three to an excessive extent?"

Pheonix raised his hand confidently, his veiled face hiding his expression. King raised his hand next, awkwardly bending his arm around the mushroom hats' large brim. Eret lifted his hand next, her pale face unreadable.

"All for continuing our current approach of waiting until they make a move?"

Jubilee lifted his hand at the same time as the Blood God. The twins made eye contact briefly and turned away. There was no place for family at work. King smirked slightly at the two lone hands but that smug smile fell instantly when the Crow Father raised his clawed hand in the air, too. The Inbetweener hesitated and then raises his hand as well. It was four-to-three.

"We will continue our current approach, then," The Inbetweener decreed, sitting back down. "But, Blood God," He continued, rounding on the #2 hero with no hesitation, "If you jeopordize an arrest for something so improvised ever again, we're going to have a talk. Understood?"

The Blood God nodded calmly. "Loud and clear, Inbetweener, loud and clear."

"Then this meeting is at an end."

The projector before them turned off, letting the frozen image vanish. Eret rose to their feet first, leaving swiftly - he most likely had a shift to get to. Phoenix and King turned their heads to each other, nodded very slightly, and left without saying a word to anyone.

The Crow Father stood next, flexing his large wings as he did so. "Have a good day," He said in parting, subtly rubbing the backs of his two sons.

The three still remaining bowed their heads to him respectfully, chorusing, "Goodbye, Crow Father."

The eldest smiled and then left the room, his dark wings fluttering out of the doorway. Now it was just the first, second and sixth hero, staying seated in the boardroom. The Inbetweener raised an eyebrow at the two of them. "You have something to say?"

Jubilee hesitated, blinking out one or two welling tears. "I want to have a word with Blood."

The Inbetweener hummed, standing. "Of course. I'm going to my office. Don't forget, by the way," He added as an afterthought, "Jubilee Line, you're on patrol at the docks tonight."

"How could I forget?" He groaned. "It's in the middle of the night..."

"Oh, grow up," Grunted the Blood God.

The #1 snorted very softly, the plain white mask twitching with a smile. "I'll leave you two be, then."

"Bye!" Jubilee called after him. The door shut.

Technoblade turned on him in an instant. "What do you want?"

"It's about Theseus," Wilbur replied.

"Well, I never would've guessed," His twin drawled sarcastically. "What do you want?"

Wilbur wiped away some tears as he explained, "I'm not sure if you had time to look this morning, on your phone, but there's rumours of a Theseus attack on a warehouse in the docks, again. Someone caught a photo of Bee and the hybrid-pet on a rooftop near one and their statement claims that Bee had been on the warehouse roof beforehand, too."

Techno raised an eyebrow. "And what's this got to go with me?"

"I've got patrol on the docks, Techno. If you or Dad went with me, we might be able to surprise them when they attack. Hopefully get the drop on them, y'know?"

"Well, it's a plan, I'll give you that," Technoblade agreed dutifully. "What if they don't turn up tonight, though?"

"If they don't, then..." Wilbur hesitated. "If they don't, then we'll just have to keep an eye out over shifts, like Inbetweener said. If they do, though, we might be able to put them away. For good."

The piglin hybrid made a small face. "I dunno... I don't wanna be up at midnight. That's a 'you' thing."

Wilbur made a worse face back at him. "It's not a 'me' thing; it's a 'hero' thing. Besides, you're shift-clean today from now on. You go home, you sleep, I'll get you when I have to leave and we can patrol together."

"Can we at least ruin Dad's evening, too?"

Wilbur smiled. "We always ruin Dad's evening, too."

Techno's snout wrinkled as he grinned back. "This is sounding far more appealing now."

"Doesn't it just? So, are you in or are you out?"

"I'm in," Technoblade decided. "Now you've gotta convince Dad."

Wilbur shrugged, rocking back in his chair. "Oh, easy. Just pull a trauma card and he's all over me, ready to do anything he can."

"You're a bad man, using the trauma card against your own flesh and blood."

"You use the successful card against him all the time."

"I'm also a bad man."

Wilbur grinned, holding out his hand. "I'll see you tonight?"

Techno took his hand, shaking it firmly with a smile. "See you tonight."

Tommy sat at the edge of his bus seat, on his phone with a small scowl. He had been rather awkwardly avoiding Tubbo and Ranboo after hearing about their exploits last night. It often angered him how stupid they could be. For some reason, the pair hadn't told him that they had snuck out, leaving him to find out via the news notification on his phone.

His interview had recently finished, and it hadn't seemed like it went too well. Nothing goes 'too well' when your resume states you're from the Slums and home-educated. The bus lurched ungraciously around a corner and Tommy simply grabbed the railing next to him, keeping himself upright.

A man sat next to him, Airpods in, and the vigilante could tell he was looking over his shoulder. The close-up photo of Enderling slashing at the Crow Father was apparently eye-catching to this stranger. Well, fair enough, it was quite a image. Ranboo's Enderman form had always been photographic, with the foot-long horns, large, elven-like ears and a graceful, whip-reminiscent tail. But not everyone could be nine-foot-five, two-toned hybrid that dressed slightly like a ghost.

Tommy self-consciously leaned back, thinking back to the fight yesterday. The Crow Father and the Blood God had caught Ranboo scouting by surprise, having grabbed him out of nowhere which caused him to panic-teleport to Tubbo. The fight had been quick, since Ranboo and Tubbo fled the scene quickly. Jubilee Line had sought Tommy out on his own.

However, of course, that wasn't the story everyone else knew and the man next to him decided to prove that.

"You're reading about what happened yesterday, right? At the Seaside Banking office," he asked, leaning forward slightly so he could see Tommy's face.

"Yep," Tommy answered. "It was quite a fight."

The stranger hummed. "It's not gonna be long until the 'cha' gets their hands on 'em, though. If the Crow Father's getting involved, those vigilantes are going down."

Tommy looked at him, feigning interest. "You like the Crow Father?"

"He's been in the top five heroes for ten years, kid." The man nodded. "He's a veteran with dealing with criminals like Theseus. Don't forget, he was hero #1 before the Inbetweener. And for longer too!"

The vigilante nodded. "I guess, but the Blood God is more of a threat. He's a hybrid and he's got metal transfiguration. Those two techniques being used in a fight can really be deadly."

The stranger hesitated at that and then shrugged, leaning back. "Whatever. The Crow Father is definitely a skilled hero. Just cause he's getting on a bit doesn't mean he should be brushed aside."

"I'm not brushing him aside but, leaderboard wise, the Blood God is better."

"Jeseus, didn't mean to trigger you, Blood-stan," the man pulled back, defensively.

Tommy frowned. "I'm not a Blood-stan."

"Consider me surprised. Who is your bias, then?"

"None of them," Tommy lied, knowing full well he'd defend Jubilee Line's reputation to the grave. "I think Theseus is cool."

Ah, the most controversial comment one could make. A woman sitting opposite him looked up, wide-eyed, and the man he had been talking to gasped quietly. Tommy had to bite a smile at the way he had caused search a reaction.

"You're... a sympathiser, then?" The mans' tone changed.

"Not a sympathiser. I just think that Theseus and his crew actually do help a lot of people and the whole thing is a big misunderstanding."

"That's basically a sympathiser."

Tommy raised an eyebrow. "No, it's not. I just think they're helping people and the heroes are sticking to the rules too much."

"You know they're criminals, right?"

"They don't hurt anyone. They help people."

"They should just join the 'cha' if that's what they want to do."

Tommy shrugged. "Maybe they couldn't. You don't know."

The stranger shook his head. "You young people just don't get it. You see people acting out and that's what you want to do. You'll understand eventually that Theseus and Bee and-" he pointed at the image of Ranboo, "-that one are breaking the law with what they do."

"And you'd say that to their faces?" Tommy pushed.

He hesitated slightly but nodded. "Yeah. I would."

Oh, the irony... "Well, good luck with that." Tommy stood up and began to walk away. "This is my stop."

Awkwardly, he waited at the doors until they opened and he stepped out. This was not, in fact, his stop. Tommy kept walking casually, hoping he didn't look like he was freaking out. He didn't know where the fuck he was so, despite his deceiving, outwardly brilliance, he was only mildly having a mini heart attack on the inside.

The bus pulled away, making it too late to accept his shame and turn back. Tommy looked up at a sign post, trying to figure out the street he was on. Despite having Tubbo's father educate him when he was brought in, he still struggled with reading; that had been one of the reasons he and Tubbo had meshed so well and another reason to keep Ranboo around, too.

"Sea-? Says-? Cecil? Cecil-bee?" He tried, squinting.

"Saisilbally Road?" A voice said from behind him.

Tommy jumped out of his skin, spinning around.

The man behind him was quite tall, his height exactly, and had straight, blonde hair, worn in a tiny, mullet-esque ponytail. His eyes were green, like emeralds or like a serpent, and he had an easy smile creasing faintly freckled cheeks. A dark green rucksack was slung over one shoulder, and his white t-shirt had a graphic print of what seemed like an album cover.

"Yeah," Tommy said, blinking cautiously at him. "That... whatever thingy road you said."

"Saisilbally," The man repeated, a little slower this time. "It's the worst road name in the whole city, I bet."

"Sass-sill-bally?" The vigilante made a face. "I hate it."

The stranger nodded. "Same. You lost?"

"No."

They stared at each other for a while.

"Yes," Tommy gave in, sagging slightly.

The man laughed, quite loudly. "Well, I'll be happy to help you back. I drive taxis and stuff, so I know this city pretty well."

Tommy nodded, taking a step closer to him. "What's your name?"

"Clay Dream. My friends call me Dream, though. It's cooler."

"It is cooler," Tommy agreed. "I'm trying to get to Visvang Apartments; do you know it?"

The man's - Dream's - jaw dropped open. "Dude, you're kidding me right now. I live at Visvang."

Tommy widened his eyes involuntarily. "No way. Which floor, mate?"

"Uh, fifth."

"Okay, now it's getting creepy... I live on the fifth floor..."

Dream stared. "Are you B-five?"

"Are you A-five?"

"Yeah."

"Then yeah. I'm B-five." Tommy couldn't help a grin spreading across his face. "Well, it's great to meet ya, mate. Visvang isn't far, is it?"

Dream shook his head, either to shake himself to his senses or to answer Tommy's question. "No, it's not. Actually, it's just further down this road. Two traffic lights, you'll reach a T-junction and you turn right."

Tommy stared at the direction Dream pointed at. "Just that way, huh?"

"Yeah. Want me to walk with you, or something?"

"Why not, mister neighbour."

Dream snorted and the pair began to walk down the road. 

Tommy turned to him, blue eyes meeting green. "So, why're you out? You're not driving any taxi, unless it's really small, and you're not picking up women."

"Oh, uh, ha," Dream flushed at the last part. "Yeah, no women for me, right now. Or taxis. I'm just out on a walk, I guess." He gestured over his shoulder. "There's a café down that way which I like - I take my laptop there and play videogames. They've got a good broadband and even better coffee."

"Seems like a win-win. What videogames, bossman?"

"Minecraft, mostly."

Tommy took in an overdramatic gasp of air, in a moment he usually dubbed a 'Tubbo move'. "I play Minecraft too!"

Dream stared, a rather stunned grin on his face. "You've gotta be joking... How have we been living so close together and have no idea about any of this?"

"I dunno," Tommy blinked. "Maybe our schedules, or something?"

"Makes sense," Dream agreed. "You're, what, in university or something? College, maybe?"

"Oh, no, I'm not in school," the vigilante said quickly. "I could be but I never applied. Actually, I'm just trying to get a job or two so I can help my friends with rent."

Dream made a sympathetic face. "Can't you get a job?"

"No. I'm not seeming to be very hireable."

"That sucks, dude."

Tommy grumbled slightly. "Tell me about it... It's worse that my friends - we're flatmates - are pretty good in the money department. I'm basically freeloading off 'em."

Dream tilted his head. "What do your friends do?"

"Well, Toby's a freelancer. He does engineering stuff and computer things. Always getting hired by boomers, if I'm honest, but they all pay him super well. Then my other friend's a trust-fund baby."

A laugh that sounded like a whistling kettle made Dream suddenly double over, eyes looking like they might pop from his head. "A 'trust-fund baby'?" He repeated, wheezing.

Tommy nodded. "He is. The man doesn't have to work forever! He still does, though, because he's some sort of psychopath... He does nightshifts..."

"You have a friend who's a trust-fund baby?"

"Don't tell him I called 'im that. He gets annoyed."

Dream wheezed again, a cheek-splitting grin on his face. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna snitch. I just find that hilarious. Is he actually a trust-fund baby?"

"Parents wire money to him every other day, so I'd say yep, one-hundred percent."

"That's just great. I can't believe that. Just, wow. I meet my neighbour and he's living with a rich person."

Tommy nodded, feigning sincerity. "His majesty has truly humbled himself to walk amongst us peasants."

"Kid. You are hilarious."

"I know. You can have an autograph if you want."

The conversation stilled as they reached the first set of traffic lights. Dream pressed the button, like a law-abiding citizen, but Tommy was too cool for that. He glance right then left and proceeded to dash across the road, grinning. He reached the other side in the nick of time and saw Dream staring at him in disbelief.

"Why would you do that?!" Dream shouted to him.

"Why would you wait?!" Tommy shouted back.

The lights turned from green to red and Dream crossed hurriedly, reaching Tommy's side. "That's so dangerous."

"It's really not. What are they gonna do, hit me?"

"Well, you don't know. They might!"

Tommy snorted, sticking his hands in his pockets. "You're overreacting. I do it all the time and I've never been hit once."

"All you need is to be hit once."

"Chill, bossman, chill. It's all good and we're both fine."

Silence settled on them for the briefest moment as they continued walking down the roads, stepping around other pedestrians and jumping over litter. Tommy turned to Dream. "Wanna run with me next time?"

Dream gave him a look. Tommy grinned.

"I'm not gonna rush the lights with you. It's too dangerous."

"Eh, no, it's not! Look, you saw me do it just now and I was fine."

"You were fine that time. What about next time?"

Tommy arched an eyebrow. "Oh, what are you? A hero? C'mon, mate, be cool with me."

"I wouldn't consider risking my life as 'cool'."

"Oh," The vigilante nodded evenly, looking away. "So you're a boomer."

Dream rounded on him quickly. "I'm not a boomer!"

"On all levels except physical, you're a boomer."

"No, no, definitely not!"

Tommy grinned and gestured to the street interrupting their path, with a set of traffic lights before them. "Then prove it."

Dream glared at him, glared at the street, then glared at Tommy again. "If I get hit with a care, you're paying for my funeral."

"Eh, maybe. Someone'll pay."

Dream hesitated, then sighed in defeat. Tommy watched him wait awkwardly then run across the road. He cheered as his new-found friend reached the other side, punching the air for him.

"Now it's your turn, you dick!" Dream shouted to him.

"Not a problem," Tommy promised, glancing both ways. The street was clear and he didn't even bother to jog across. He sauntered over to Dream with a wide grin. "I think this makes me cooler than you."

"Definitely not."

Tommy's grin widened. "Are you sulking?"

"No. Let's just get back to Visvang and not get killed."

With a toss of his head, Tommy snorted. "I'm me, Dream. I never die."

They walked in a comfortable quietness after that, turning right when it was due and walking in a straight line that Tommy finally recognised as his bus route. They reached the Visvang Apartments and Dream rooted a set of keys from his pocket.

Well, there were some keys on it. Only two, though. Everything else was a wide array of keychains - souvenir keychains, randomly aesthetic keychains, keychains that might be some sort of merchandise, and at least three mini-torchlights. Tommy's eyes was caught by the keychain of a large, brimmed mushroom bonnet. It was red, with creamy-white spots, and a cartoonised version of Kings' trademark hat.

He pointed it out as Dream unlocked the door. "That's a King thing, isn't it?"

Dream looked down at his keys and turned slightly red. "Well. Yeah. Yeah, it is. I think he's a pretty cool hero, is all. What, are you judging?"

Tommy raised his hands in surrender. "I'm not judging, mate, don't worry. I just thought it was pretty neat."

"Oh, really? Do you like King too?" Dream opened the door, making his way over to the lift.

The vigilante thought over his answer for a moment. He hadn't ever encountered King properly. Once he had run into him and Phoenix but King had run off to get backup while Phoenix tried to distract him. However, it wasn't like King had tried to set his shoes on fire to stop him from running, like one certain hero #3, so Tommy honestly answered, "He seems pretty alright," as he stepped into the lift beside Dream, pressing the 'no5' button.

"I think he's awesome," Dream began. "I mean, he's always really nice to his fans and such a big advocate for saving the planet."

"I guess you would be when your superpower lets you summon the local greenhouse."

"He can do more than that." Dream's voice was stern but there was the lilt of a light hearted jab hidden amongst his words. "Did you see the labyrinth-trick thing he did that one time? About a year ago or so, he kept a weapons smuggler trapped in a shifting poison ivy maze until the Blood God and Eret showed up to grab her."

Tommy hummed. "I have seen that," He said, feeling like it was a half-truth. Although he had seen the footage, he didn't want to tell Dream that he had watched four different perspectives of it and filled up eight notebook pages trying to figure out a weakness to it. "I guess it was pretty cool, huh?"

"I'd say so. He was awesome."

"Fair enough."

"Who's your favourite?"

Tommy shrugged. "Don't really have one, y'know."

Dream gaped slightly and then adjusted his stare to a playful smirk. "You must. Everyone does."

"Well, I like Jubilee Line, I guess," Tommy said, watching the floor-counter turn ever so slowly to five. "But I'm not too into whatever 'cha' does half the time."

"Fair enough. Jubilee Line is pretty cool."

Tommy smiled. "Yeah. He's badass."

The elevator doors opened and the two blonds walked past a brown-haired man with a beanie, who'd been making his way down to the stairs. The pair walked through the corridor, reaching their respective doors.

"Well," Dream said, turning around. "Next time you feel like having a chat, this is my door. If I'm not it, shove something through the letterbox."

"Will do. Please expect to see a dead pigeon being shoved through your letterbox at four in the morning in two months time."

Dream looked unamused. "Don't do that."

Tommy grinned. "I'm joking. See you later, Dream."

"See you later... Sorry, what's your name?"

The vigilante grinned, unlocking his door. "It's Tommy."

"Tommy what?"

"It's just Tommy, innit?" He flashed a final smile and stepped into his flat closing the door behind him.

Tubbo was waiting for him on the other side.