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Continue Running (You can't escape the past)

Summary:

“We might have to move you to the kitchen,” Niki jokes, leaping up to sit on the counter. “Job Title: ‘Human Furnace’.”

Puffy and Sapnap both snickered.

“No thank you, I can’t cook for shit,” The raven rebuked.

“Language,” Said a voice from the door. All three cafe workers turned to find Bad smiling and waving from the open doorway.

“Hey Dad,” Sapnap called from behind the counter.

“Hey sun!” Bad called back.

“Would you like anything to eat?”

“Maybe, I was just stopping in, I have something I need to ask you when you're done with your shift.”

OR How Sapnap survived crazy dreams about being chased by his ex best friends, finding out his dads are also illegal vigilantes who have taken over, and are now leaders of, one of the largest villain organizations in L’Manburg, and being teased relentlessly by his two bosses after they found out he was a fire-themed vigilante.

OR OR Sapnap's terrible, no good, very bad day (Kinda)

Notes:

It's Sapnap's time to shine! You do not know how many rewrites this went through, the days of the beginning not being a dream are long behind me.
Changing the upload schedule from Sundays to Mondays, sorry not sorry
As always, Everyone's identities that are in the story:

HEROES
Lucid - Dream
Glitch - George
Firestorm - Sapnap (Before he quit)
Rewind - Karl
Captain - Puffy (Before she quit)

 

VILLAINS
Zeus - Phil
Ares - Techno
Eros - Wilbur
Joker - Quackity
Redstone - Mumbo Jumbo
Parrot - Grain

 

VIGILANTES
Ember - Sapnap
Angel - Bad
Ore - Skeppy

 

TWs // Cursing (Tommyinnit mainly), Violence, Kidnapping (Skip the last scene if you're uncomfortable with this), Self-Worth Issues from Mumbo Jumbo
Small Note: Karl is a sex-repulsed Asexual, he likes cuddles a lot but despises sexual activity. Karl and Sapnap do sleep in the same bed, but please don't think about anything dirty, nothing of the such has ever, or will ever happen, or even be intentionally implied, in this fic.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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It’s concluded. The universe hates him.

Lucid and Glitch were after him. Well, technically, they were after Ember, the illegal vigilante. It was just Sapnap under the mask. And Dream and George under the two heroes’ masks. 

His ex best friends.

It had been tough cutting them off, but Karl and Quackity had been there through the whole ordeal. Dream and George had done some fucked up stuff, they’d changed from the two lovable idiots Sapnap knew long ago. It was for the best that he left, for the best of his own health. Some might see it as selfish, leaving a place where you help people, but through his time there he had figured out that the hero commission couldn’t give a shit about the safety of the people they were supposed to be protecting. They ordered their top heroes to go after villains, don’t worry about the collateral damage, we’ll just blame it on them.

It was a fucked up system. A fucked up system that had fucked up his friends.

The changes hadn’t been all at once, they’d been very very steady. For the longest time Sapnap just wrote it off as an unusual reaction here, a panicked decision there, but after they had done something very wrong, it was the final straw. Through the whole painful process of quitting being a hero, he was beating himself up over not noticing it sooner. Maybe he could’ve stopped it? God, it was all his fault for not noticing the red flags sooner.

Before he could continue spiraling down his self-blame train, the world had other plans.

“Get back here!” Lucid yelled.

“I think you should know my answer by now,” Ember grumbled back, “NEVER!!!” He conjured up a firebomb and threw it in the hero's direction. If not for the masked man's super speed, he would have been barbecued. Glitch seemed unaffected. He bent the fabric of reality around him and stepped right through the flames as if they weren’t there.

Sapnap formed another ball of fire in his palms, smoke practically pouring from the gas mask secured around his head. Glitch readied for another fire attack, but instead Ember spun around and threw it straight for where the other hero was creeping up behind him.

Lucid yelped and jumped up. He wasn’t fast enough to fully escape, getting quite a few burns on his leg, the heat searing the armored leggings. However, that didn’t seem to stop him. Apparently Lucid had developed a new power.

Healing. He bent over and touched his leg, lime green energy radiating off as the wounds healing process sped up right in front of Sapnap’s eyes. He took a step back. The fabric weaved itself back together. Another step back. Lucid slowly got up, eyes locked with the vigilante’s.

This ,” His voice rang out, low and intimidating and certainly not belonging to the Dream that the raven had known, “ Is where you perish .”

The blonde-brunette charged a beam in his palms. Ember yelled in surprise, and a little fear. Glitch seemed to appear out of nowhere behind him and pinned his arms to his sides. Sapnap struggled. Lucid fired. The noirette closed his eyes and…

Sapnap flinched awake. He stared up at the ceiling for a moment. The many fans they had in their room whirred in the background. The raven tilted his head to the side and checked the small digital clock on his nightstand. It blinked ‘12:00’ menacingly at him. Great, the power went out during the night. Instead, Sapnap used the arm that Karl wasn’t currently clinging to to clumsily unplug his phone. The light blasted his eyes. 

Awesome, I’m not getting any more sleep.

‘1:46’ The time read. Perfect timing. They usually woke up around 3 for patrol. Guess he wasn’t getting much sleep. He dropped his phone quietly back on the stand and carefully unwound Karl’s arms from around his arm and placed one of the brunette’s many Squishmallows in his place. Karl grumbled something unintelligible and rolled over, hugging Jaelyn, the black and pink axolotl. The raven smiled. He stretched for a moment, then picked his phone back up and, careful not to wake his fiance, crept out of their room.

He scrolled through his social media feed until around 3 before starting his normal morning routine. He took a quick shower, only using the hot water because any colder and it would start to burn his skin, much akin to the way fire would burn a normal person. Releasing the absurd amount of steam into the rest of the apartment as he stepped out of the bathroom. His hair, which was black with natural red, orange, and yellow streaks, still glistened with a few droplets of water.

“Good morning!” Karl called from the kitchen where he had already started on pancakes.

“Morning Angel,” He replied affectionately. It was a joke between the three of them that Karl’s nickname was Angel and Sapnap’s was Devil. It fit their personalities perfectly, Karl being the embodiment of sunshine and kindness and Sapnap being more rough and tumble and a little aggressive to newcomers. Quackity could be either, Sapnap usually called him Angel and Karl referred to them both as ‘His precious Devils.’ “So, Pancakes.”

“For you at least, I’ll just take my ramen.”

“Come on, you gotta eat something healthy.”

“Like pancakes are even remotely healthy,” The brunette teased. “But I guess it wouldn’t hurt to eat something different.”

“Thank you.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a while. Sapnap swiped a bit of the batter while Karl wasn’t looking, and the hero made enough pancakes for both of them. The raven grabbed the plates out of the microwave, a trick they did was put a warming bag in between two plates and microwave it for 30 seconds, it warmed the plates up to keep the food warm as well, and the brunette split the finished breakfast between both of them.

Another few moments of peaceful silence while they both ate. They had nothing much to talk about in these snippets of the morning. For anyone else, eating breakfast and being up and about before the sun even thought of rising would have been weird, but for Karl and Sapnap, it was normal. The city outside their window was so peaceful this time of the morning. Nobody was up so you got to see the dark buildings, void of light, and even sometimes to the outskirts of L’Manburg’s walls if you were up high enough and had good enough vision.

Sapnap finished first, cleaning up the dishes and swiping his Vigilante gas mask from its secret compartment near the door. He had already changed into the rest of his outfit, sans mask, when he had taken his shower.

“I’m off to start my patrol,” He called to the brunette, unclipping the trait suppressing earring he wore as a civilian and when he had been a hero, letting the familiar Blaze warmth flood over him once again, seemingly hologramed rods made of fire and rock dancing around his body if you looked close enough. “Meet you in El Rapids at 5?”

“You got it,” Karl responded. “Stay Safe.”

“Will do,” With that, he slipped into his vigilante persona. Ember climbed down the side of the building, careful not to be seen, and began his normal route. It started down by the docks and unclaimed poorer districts, which were conveniently next to the Kinoko Corner. Then he moved onto the outskirts of the Eggpire’s territory, before finally rounding to the newest addition, El Rapids.

He hadn’t heard from the Eggpire in a while. No new news, which was surprising as the mention of its civil war coming to a close would definitely be on the news somewhere. Weird.

Sapnap continued on his normal route, or, well, new normal route. He met up with Rewind around 5 and they hopped around El Rapids for about an hour before going their separate ways. Luckily, and strangely, there was practically no crime going on besides that one mugger.

That was… strange. But he brushed it off as Quackity’s plan working wonders on the economy with the help of Fundy as well.

But then… Nothing. For the rest of the morning patrol.

Weird…

Oh well. That’s good news, right?

Right.

He headed home around 7 am, a while before he normally checked out for the morning. Him and Karl both were back in their apartment in the Kinoko Corner around 8. The brunette (who was the only one allowed to cook) made them both some ramen for brunch. Sapnap swears he wouldn’t eat anything else if he and Quackity weren’t there, pressing him to eat healthier. Ah, the life of a college student.

Sapnap clicked the TV on to the crime show network while they ate. He smiled as Karl snuggled into his side.

“You're warm,” The brunette commented, burying his face into the raven’s hair.

“And you're cold,” Sapnap joked back, wrapping an arm around his fiance.

Two, four hour naps are actually better than a single eight hour sleep schedule. Karl found this out and his first thought was how to exploit it to get the schedule that would work perfectly with his hero work (And Sap’s vigilante patrols), and his college classes. They figured out a schedule that worked for both of them, four hours of sleep from about eleven to three o clock, then patrol or schoolwork after a small breakfast (on Wednesdays and Fridays, Karl has morning class) and brunch. Another four hours of sleep in the middle of the day. Sapnap got to his job around three, and Karl had classes and classwork pretty much every weekday afternoon, but as soon as the raven finished his shift at the bakery they would head out as Hero and Vigilante until 10. Sometimes they teamed, sometimes they went solo. It really depended on the day.

However, the two were rudely woken up by a certain blond slamming open the front door.

“Sup Bitches!” Tommy immediately went to raid the fridge and pulled out one of Karl’s many, many Monster Energy drinks.

“Tommy? What’re you doin’ here?” The raven slurred, still incredibly sleepy. The brunette, however, somehow felt a disturbance in the Monster Energy force (or whatever) and bolted upright.

“Don’t touch those!” He swiped the can from the blonde’s hands a second before they could open it.

“Aww,” Tommy pouted. “You're no fun.”

“You know your dad would kill me if I let you have one of these,” With utmost care, he placed it back on the shelf that was entirely for the drinks. “Last time that happened you went way too hyper to control.”

“One of these days,” Tommy shook his fist in the air, although it didn’t look menacing in the slightest. “One of these days I’ll get one!”

“Maybe when you're a college student and need it I’ll let you come and get some.”

“I’m going to enroll in college now!” He made a few noises that were only akin to some kind of gremlin, and scurried off to plop down on the couch next to Sapnap, who was still trying to fully wake up. “Sup Big S.”

“...Hi?” He blinked a few times before responding.

“Holy Shit, someones sleepy,” Tommy cackled. “I bet your co-coordinaton is going to be terrible! I’ll finally win Mario Kart!”

He did not, in fact, win Mario Kart. Karl took 10th place, an extreme improvement to when he used to only get 12th. Tommy growled when he placed 2nd to Sapnap, who gave the boy a triumphant grin when his character’s name, ‘Subpoena,’ flashed in 1st place.

“Fuck you, SnapChat,” He huffed.

“You're just salty I’m still better,” Replied a now very awake Sapnap.

“Shut.”

“So what brings you here at this ungodly hour of the afternoon?” Karl asked.

“I’m boooooooored!” Tommy yelled. “Tech’s being all cryptic and shit about some kind of meeting they’re going to tonight, so I tried to get what exactly was happening out of him, but you know the Blade. He never breaks. It’s so frustrating! Wilbur’s apparently gone somewhere and Phil’s boring as shit. He kicked me out of his room so I came here.”

“Why is this your first thought and not the cafe?” Karl plopped himself next to Sapnap on the couch, the raven put an arm around him as the brunette curled into the cuddle, yawning. Tommy fake retched. Sapnap gave him a playful glare.

“Because,” He shrugged.

“You don’t know?” Sapnap guessed.

“Nope,” Tommy agreed, pulling out his Nintendo Switch from god knows where and curling up to work on his Animal Crossing village. The three just sat in comfortable silence for a while. Karl fell back asleep, his breathing even. Sapnap scrolled through Twitter for a while. Tommy continued playing his game.

Tommy often came over whenever he needed breaks from his family or just whenever he wanted to ruin their peace and quiet. They enjoyed having him around a lot. He started visiting with Ranboo and Tubbo about a month and a half ago, around the time Las Nevadas and the Syndicate officially became business partners and allies. The trio had somehow figured out there was a key under the mat and had practically broken in. Gave Sapnap and Karl a scare when they entered.

Ranboo, being allied with Las Nevadas and a member of the Syndicate, obviously knew both of them were Rewind and Ember. Tommy and Tubbo only knew Karl was Rewind, and they all had to introduce themselves. It was a very awkward conversation. After that they would pop in a bunch, usually it was just Tommy, or Tommy and one of his friends, and rarely only Ranboo. It had become a pretty normal occurrence.

It wasn’t usually this quiet when the blond came over. Usually, he would be loudly proclaiming his status of being better than both of the apartment owners at about any competition imaginable. Hide and seek? He definitely won that one, managing to fit his tall frame into the top cabinet that also held all of Karl’s unholy amount of ramen cups. Staring contest? Sapnap is still the undefeated champion. Mario Kart? Sapnap is still the winner, everytime. Tommy swears he’s cheating. Chess? Both Tommy and Karl share the title for best in the house. Neither could ever go up against Technoblade, however.

So it was also strange to forget that he was even there with how quiet he was being.

As always, Sapnap’s phone rang at 2:30 sharp, signaling he needed to get ready for his shift at the cafe starting at 3. He gently wrapped the somehow still sleeping brunette up in a blanket and put him back on the couch to continue his sleep. The gods know he needs it.

“Where ya goin’ Snapmap?” Tommy looked up from his game.

“Work,” He replied simply.

“Work?” He paused for a moment. “Oh yeah! You're the cashier person for Niki and Puffy.”

“Yup!” He nodded, and then slung his work bag over his shoulder. He could change when he got to the cafe. It also has a secret compartment that he keeps his vigilante outfit in so he can go straight from work to patrol. They haven’t caught him. Yet. Hopefully not soon either.

Oh how wrong he was.



Quackity raised his eyebrows. Apparently the Eggpire had finished with its civil war or whatever it was. Sam had just delivered the news to him literally ten minutes ago, plus a peace offering from the villain group. Apparently not only were they finished with their civil war, they also had cut contact with Logshire, and were looking for a business contract or deal with Las Nevadas.

Quackity was skeptical. As he should be.

The Eggpire had been a long standing underground fighting ring to rival that of its ally, Logshire. They both kidnapped people with strong powers and forced them to fight for their patrons' entertainment. It was gruesome, and not very liked in the criminal rings the avian frequented.

But now they apparently had sworn the past off. Should he believe them?

Had they truly changed?

Only time will tell.

And maybe some input from his fiances and team.



Sapnap’s shift started off normal.

Taking orders, reporting them to Niki who was running the kitchen. Clean off tables. Sweep the floors. Business as normal.

But there was still an odd feeling in the air. It had been there all day, but it was just now becoming more predominant. Or maybe that was just his sleep deprivation.

Puffy had come in and taken over the kitchen, and Niki settled herself in one of their many bean bag chairs. She pulled out a sketchbook and started drawing one of the many cafe cats, or at least that’s what Sapnap assumed she was drawing.

The coffee machine would’ve been the bane of his existence if he could feel the burns. He swore it intentionally broke every other hour. Why the owners didn’t get a new one was not something he could ever guess in a million years.

He managed to get it to spit out enough coffee for the current customer, handing them their Cappuccino and they left. So Sapnap went along with the daunting task of fixing and cleaning the coffee machine. 

However, halfway through it had other plans. The machine spit burning hot liquid right in his face. It didn’t burn for the blaze hybrid, but it was annoying as fuck. He cursed under his breath and quickly grabbed a towel to wipe the coffee off.

“We probably should get a new one,” Niki made the vigilante jump when she practically appeared behind him, leaning against the counter.

“Damn right,” Sapnap replied, turning back around and shaking the broken machine a little. In true annoying fashion, this seemed to fix whatever went wrong, as it went silent and just sat there innocently like it had done nothing wrong in the world. “This thing breaks every day, I swear to fucking god.”

“You're lucky there aren’t any customers in here,” The pinkette chastised. “How would Bad feel about your language?”

Sapnap shot her a vicious, but playful, glare. She smirked back.

“So…” Niki started. Never a good start. “A question for you.”

“Fire away,” The raven rocked on the heels of his feet, bringing a hand up to fidget with the power suppressing earring. But… it wasn’t there. Oh. Oh Shit.

“What are those things,” The cafe co-owner nodded to the barely visible blaze rods. “Those things floating around you?”

“I- Uh,” Sapnap stuttered. Niki raised an eyebrow and hummed. “Nothing! Nothing at all, just my- just my illusions acting up.”

“Really?” She responded. “Because they kinda look like that one vigilante’s hybrid traits…”

“Nope! Wrong, they’re nothing-”

“Ember, right?”

“Who? I don-”

“Don’t give me that,” The pinkette smiled gently. “Don’t lie to me, now tell me; Are you Ember the vigilante?”

Sapnap sighed. Niki wouldn’t believe any of his bullshit if she asked something that plainly.

“Yes,” He relented. “I am.”

“Oh Prime ,” She threw her head back and laughed. “Why do I always end up hiring every vigilante under the sun?”

“Huh?”

“I used to be a manager at Paradise Burgers,” She explained. “And I hired Kitsune as a delivery boy. Then a while before you started, LDShadowlady was captured and put into the villain rehab program. Wouldn’t you know, one of my employees here with the same hair and build went missing at the same exact time!”

“You knew… You knew LDShadowlady?” He asked slowly. The mer-person was very well known, and very popular in the public eye. It had been very well protested when the heroes had initially put her in jail, enough so they created a villain rehabilitation program just to not have every supporter of hers under the sun against their organization. After being rebranded as a hero, she had become a mostly forgotten star. Sapnap only knew of her because she helped Fox mentor Fundy, and the fox hybrid talked about them constantly.

“Yup,” Niki nodded. “Good person, our hair matched!”

“O-oh.”

“Yeah.”

A tense pause that felt like it lasted forever.

“Does… Does Puffy know?”

“She does- That actually reminds me,” She gave him a smirk. “PUFS, YOU NEVER GUESS WHAT I FOUND OUT!!!”

“Oh XD, please no,” He groaned.

“Nope, you have no choice!”

“What did you find out, Princess?” Puffy smiled as she exited the kitchen, pulling off gloves. She had her fluffy, white and rainbow sheep-like hair pulled back into a ponytail.

“Guess who Sapnap is!”

“Please Prime No,” The raven begged.

“Sapnap is a vigilante! Ember!”

“I know,” Puffy smiled warmly.

“What?” The vigilante in question snapped his head up.

“Huh?” Niki gave her wife a confused look.

“I already knew that, it’s quite obvious,” She explained, “I mean you never seem to get burns from the machine, I can practically sense the power suppressor you always wear, and if you know where to look it’s quite obvious you have the whole getup in your bag.”

Sapnap groaned and rested his face in his hands. Great. Great great great.

“I also know you used to be the hero Firestorm,” Puffy commented. Niki paused, then looked straight at the vigilante.

“Really?” The pinkette blinked.

“Fine Fine, I am,” He sighed. There was no way he could win against Puffy or Niki individually, much less together.

Another awkward pause.

“So,” Niki started. “Fire Powers?”

Sapnap nodded stiffly.

“We might have to move you to the kitchen,” Niki jokes, leaping up to sit on the counter. “Job Title: ‘Human Furnace’.”

Puffy and Sapnap both snickered.

“No thank you, I can’t cook for shit,” The raven rebuked.

“Language,” Scolded a voice from the door. All three cafe workers turned to find Bad smiling and waving from the open doorway.

“Hey Bad,” Puffy smiled. “Come in, Come in. Can’t let the cats out.”

“Of course, Of course. Sorry,” He slipped in and shut the door. One of the cats, a white and blue pelted male, scampered up to the demon and rubbed against his leg, purring. “Why hello there Carl!” Bad gently picked up the cat, letting him climb up to his shoulder.

“Hey Dad,” Sapnap called from behind the counter.

“Hey sun!” Bad called back.

“Would you like anything to eat?”

“Maybe, I was just stopping in, I have something I need to ask you when you're done with your shift.”

“Should be about,” Sapnap checked the clock. 7:28. “About 30 minutes.”

“Then how about just a plain coffee,” The demon smiled, pulling out his wallet and swiping his card to pay. 

“Perfect, that will be just a moment,” Sapnap was glad for the escape from the conversation with his bosses. He set to work (honestly not much work to prepare a simple coffee, but he didn’t care) on the drink. The coffee machine behaved (thankfully) and he was able to prepare it the way his dad liked without complications. Bad smiled thankfully as he took the drink, taking a sip. Sapnap then set himself to working on cleaning up the cafe. Clean the goddamn coffee machine. Wipe down the tables that the steady crowd of people had used that day. Sweep the floors. Before he knew it it was time to clock out.

He waved goodbye to Puffy, who was back behind the counter for the night shift, and walked out of Puffy and Niki’s Cafe with his dad. Bag slung over his shoulder.

“So, whatcha need to talk to me about?” He asked, attempting to act nonchalant.

“Let’s go somewhere more private,” Bad suggested, taking the lead and starting to go to his and Skeppy’s house. The raven followed. It only took about five minutes to walk there. The demon opened the door for his son and led him into a comfy living room. Sapnap smiled as he remembered the happy memories he made here when they adopted him.

Skeppy, never one to sit and do nothing, was typing away on his computer. He looked up when his husband and son entered.

“Sapnap,” He broke into a smile, closing the laptop and standing up to give his adopted son a hug. “It’s been a while, you should come visit more.”

“I come to visit every other week,” Sapnap wrinkled his nose playfully. “Are you going senile old man?”

“No!” Skeppy swatted the raven gently. “I’m only 30! The peak of youth!”

“Keep telling yourself that,” The blaze quipped back. “So,” He sat down on his favorite reclining chair and Bad took the couch next to Skeppy, “What do you need to tell me?”

“Well, you know ho-” Bad was cut off by his husband.

“We’re vigilantes.”

“Wai- Wh- Geppy!” The demon chastised.

“No use sugarcoating it or delaying it,” The bluette reasoned.

“Wait wait wait,” Sapnap stopped them from continuing their bickering. “Your vigilantes as well? You? The two goofs who attempted to play soccer so you could help me practice and ended up breaking a leg each? Those guys?”

“Yes,” They both agreed at the same time.

“Jinx, knock on empty,” Skeppy immediately reacted, knocking a fist against the side of Bad’s head.

“Geppy!”

“Oh wow,” Sapnap laughed. “Never in a million years would I have guessed. Which ones? Wait, let me guess… Monarch and Sanic? No, they’re never seen together… Angel and Ore?”

They both nodded.

“Wait, I thought they died? Or got really hurt? Why did they- you disappear?”

“Well…” Bad started.

“That’s what we wanted to talk to you about,” Skeppy finished. 

“Oh?”

“Do you know what the Eggpire is?”

“...Yes,” He knew what the Eggpire was. He knew there was some kind of life changing thing happening currently, but he didn’t know much else as to why or what it was.

“Well, about two months ago, me and Bad went undercover. We were planning on getting information to repay a favor, but after seeing how the group operated we decided we needed to do something.”

“Okay,” Sapnap nodded. He knew that the Eggpire had been full of bad leaders and needed to be taken down, but he never knew how. He figured he’d like to leave it to the heroes, some of them actually seemed competent. Like Nuke. He seemed pretty powerful and smart. Ivy also seemed really intelligent.

“So, well, we kinda became the leaders of one of the most feared villain organizations around,” Skeppy shrugged. “Oops.”

“Oops,” The raven repeated. “Oops? That’s a little more than an ‘Oops,’ Pap.”

“I know I know.”

“We were wondering if you could accompany us to a meeting with the Syndicate? While working on steering the Eggpire away from… That ,” Everyone in the room knew what ‘ that ’ was, “We figured we could use some allies! We’re trying to make a truce with Las Nevadas and the Syndicate,” Bad explained cheerfully.

“The Syndicate?” It wasn’t a confused question, it was more of a stunned, ‘WTF’ question.

“Yes,” The blue haired man confirmed.

“I mean-” He started, “Why not. But a question, why not just dissolve the whole organization altogether?”

“Well, pretty much it would damage the economy in the Eggpire’s territory as it was also a stabilizer for a bunch of underground and overground businesses. Disbanding it would most certainly hurt not only those illegal and legal settlements, but also those who relied on the Eggpire for their income,” Bad explained. “But we are working on phasing it out, making sure everyone who needs it is stable and everyone who did bad things is turned into the police. It’s gonna be a while though.”

“Oh,” He hadn’t thought about it like that. “That makes sense.”

“Might as well mend a  few relationships with other groups while we can,” Skeppy chuckled. “So will you come with us?”

“Like as Ember or…” The question of making a new identity went unsaid.



…That’s how he found himself standing next to his dads. In their meeting spot. With his full vigilante outfit on.

Wow.

He did not expect to be helping with a peace negotiation between the Eggpire and the Syndicate . Especially on the Eggpire’s side.

The meeting was… actually pretty boring.

He was guessing his dads wanted him there to even out a 3:3 ratio of who was attending.

Angel and Zeus were the ones to do most of the talking. Ares and Ore mostly just started each other down, sometimes adding their opinion on the agreement. Ember didn’t feel he was in the right to talk at all, after all he was pretty much there for moral support and not as an official part of the organization. Eros was also quiet, tapping on his phone for a while before having to leave to take a call of some sorts.

The two factions soon came to a comfortable agreement. Sapnap couldn’t pay much attention to the conversation. It wasn’t that long, nor boring, but it had been a long day and he was already cutting into his time for sleeping, it was almost ten at night and it would take him probably half an hour to get back home, and with Tommy’s interruption to his midday nap, he was exhausted.

He was relieved when they finally came to an agreement, it meant he could bid his dad's farewell and head home for the night.

He barely bothered to change out of his, honestly fairly simple, vigilante outfit, just yeeting the gas mask on the couch and flop down next to a, still awake, Karl Jacobs.

“Long day?” Karl smiled, taking a pause in his studying to ruffle the raven’s hair. 

“Very,” He responded moodily.

“Well sweet dreams, Devil,” The brunette snapped his large textbook closed and deposited the neat pile of papers onto his bedside table. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”



Everyday, Mumbo found himself fitting more and more into the seamless workings of Quackity’s casino.

The first week he just sat around being absolutely useless. Even though Sam has told him to just take it easy for a while, he can’t shake the insatiable need to do something. He needed to help . He needed to fit in.

He needed to be useful.

Joker finally relented in the second week and showed him to Sam’s lab. The two spent the better part of the next few days barely sleeping, barely eating, and barely pausing as they relentlessly finished one of their old projects- a device to offset Glitch’s reality warping abilities.

Finally .

He was useful .

Grian visited about a week later. Apparently he, Scar, and the rest of the Hermits had mostly moved on from Hermitcraft, settling into regular civilian lives after they got the news of Mumbo being safe. Grian also hinted at the possible return of Poultry-Man. The mustache man cackled at the thought.

So, it was going well.

Grian promised to visit soon and bring other ex-hermits with him. 

Munbo found a love of Poker, winning probably thousands of dollars worth of Quackity’s special poker chips back for the casino. He’d tinker with Sam. Everyone was so nice and accepting.

He felt like this was a place he could finally fit in.



Tommy had gotten into a fight with Wilbur. Everyone had just got back from a meeting, apparently with the fucking Eggpire . Who were now good . What the fuck.

So everyone was exhausted. Wilbur said some stuff. Tommy said some stuff back. It escalated. Yadda yadda yadda, blah blah blah, now the blond was out on a walk to calm himself down.

He probably should have told Phil or Techno where he was going or whatever, but the past is the past. Nothing he can do to change it now.

The Minecraft family lived in the better part of town, in between the rich Hero District and the upper class Kinoko Corner, a small, snow covered section of the map that many referred to simply as ‘The Arctic’. However, Tommy made the smart decision to walk down to the unclaimed poor area that their neighborhood bordered.

A fantastic idea.

That was sarcasm.

The idea was horrid.

The blond was just realizing his many mistakes that night as he was being thrown into the back of a large black van by two masked figures covered in nothing but black.

The shorter of the two jumped into the driver's seat and put the pedal to the literal metal, booking them out of there at an increasingly insane speed. The taller hopped in with Tommy to the back, sweeping the doors closed. The area was shrouded in darkness. The teen blinked furiously, waiting for his eyes to adjust, but before he could, the kidnapper grabbed his head and tied a dark fabric material around his eyes, effectively blinding him.

The blond struggled as much as he could, making the person curse under his breath when he managed to kick them. He skidded back, slamming into the side of the van blindly, and ricocheting off.

“Knock him out, █████!” The driver yelled over the sound of the engine. “We don’t have all day.”

“Damnit, you just gave him my name,” The other growled. It was the last thing Tommy heard. The taller of the two viciously grabbed his hair and slammed it onto the floor.

Everything faded to the blackness of unconsciousness, and the only coherent thought that circled around his mind until he couldn’t think anymore was I’m sorry Wilbur .

Notes:

Subpoena me beloved.
This was still fun to write, procrastinated for a while but I got it done just barely in time!
Did I give Mumbo Jumbo self-word issues? Yes. Was Tommy kidnapped? Also yes. Will I tell you who did it? No. You probably won't find out for a while, next installment's a filler episode!

 

Anyway, how are you? My life is falling apart, my mom is in the hospital and has cancer, and so I write to ignore the fact that the world is crumbling around me :)