Chapter Text
June 23, 750
1 : 43 p.m.
Location:
Wastaken Headquarters, SMP
Tommy gripped on his shirt anxiously as a sweat cascaded down on his forehead. A certain dark-haired man was standing behind him with his usual grin, his hand rested on the teenager's shoulder freely.
The blond stood on his ground with his stiff shoulders, his muscles tightened as his heart beat accelerated from the apprehension the adult was giving him. Even if they ended off their training with neutral feelings, Tommy still can't be casual around him--he even forgot to ask his real name! I mean, they weren't in that level of companionship yet but, whatever.
It had been at least forty minutes he had arrived in the headquarters. There were many people, at least around fourteen or so were seated in their own table. All of them wore formal clothing; the usual suit and tie or dresses that fit the mood.
Despite being one of the higher members in the Mafia, Tommy still can't recognise every member as they were tons--hell, thousands even. It still scares him how one could be so devoted to a particular person, it's like a cult in some ways.
Tommy sighed out a breath when Ailurus moved his hand away and talked to another.
He was brought into the underworld when he was still in his early secondary years, it took a toll on him for the first time when he met his friends. He never expected them to be in such a grim position, though it changed overtime when he decided to join, courtesy by Dream for giving him a choice whether he wants to or not.
His mind wandered back to his friends, he remembered how he encountered Tubbo way back then. Where they still weren't friends nor did they know anything about each other and were simply just two eight year old strangers, hanging around in the ruins of the neighbourhood.
The older came off as distant and quiet, Tommy recalled back and almost thought of him as shy but he wasn't. Tubbo used to communicate with short words and sometimes even used college level vocabularies. He remembered vividly how his younger self was confused and the other took amusement to it.
Young Tubbo had always been amused with his reactions. The young brunet continued his wordings with elegance, young Tommy would've thought he was in some noble family. He remembered the first time he saw Tubbo's eyes shone like stars, it was fascinating to see someone's eyes twinkle when they saw fireworks lighting up the sky with it colourful sparks.
Tommy had chained that memory deep inside his heart.
When they turned eleven, they met Ranboo sitting under the bridge as he fed the ducks with bread. He was ordinary despite the appearance, he remembered how it ticked him when the split-haired boy stood up to his full height but unlike Tubbo, Ranboo was a pushover--he would get meddled in with trouble.
It was even more surprising when they found out they went to the same school by detention, they didn't know how such a nice person like Ranboo was settled in solitary confinement. That is until they heard the story about him accidentally beating up some kid. He said it was self defense, Tommy doesn't think it is now though.
Purpled and Drista were the latter, they only met when he joined the underground world with Tubbo and Ranboo's manipulation. Yes, manipulation. They manipulated him to being in their group and used a few of his favourite plushie as leverage--however as much as fucked up that is, it just happened. They're still his friends, so he couldn't really help but give in to their words.
Oh was fourteen year old Tommy so stupid and gullible.
Back to the original topic, Purpled was quite silent most of the time with curt nods and utilized vague hand signs. Tommy thought he was mute or just didn't want to be around him (cue fourteen year old Tommy about to break down). But later on as months passed by, Purpled surprisingly opened up to him and always went to his room at night and knock on the window. He used to bring crisps everywhere and share it with him. Purpled and Tommy took two months to be casual with each other.
Drista, however, was not the best first impression he had been crossed with. The girl legit launched a blade just beside his ear, it was so near that a lock of his hair got cut. She said it was because to see what his reaction was, and boy, did he not believe her. She was a menace to him and to the whole world. Always have been putting his life to risk by doing dangerous traps. She said and he quote "To see if you actually have the guts to be in this elite position." unquote.
But unlike Purpled who took two months, Drista took almost six months to be even personal with her. All of those six months were painful and tortuous, he remembered that he mostly was at least bruised in some way.
Sounds of rapid footsteps caught his attention, his eyes quickly moving where the sound came from and saw his team--walking like they were in some sick edit. They were all wearing trench coats but with different colours and pants unlike him who looked like your usual intern with their button up shirt, red tie and black trousers.
He was about to call them out, his excitement and eagerness wagging but then, the amount of bandages wrapped around the ash-blonde made his smile falter and swiftly walked to his direction.
Purple orbs took a hold of concerned blues, two soft hands were pressed on his cheeks--his lips parted and was about to question but was cut off by a worried statement from his friend.
"What the fuck--Purp, are you alright??" His voice trailed off quietly, not wanting to attract eyes on them. Gracefully, the others were covering them due to the ash-blonde being in the centre.
Purpled blank at the concern and took a hold of the younger teen's wrist gently. "Fit as a fiddle. No need to worry about me, yoake." He reassured the blond who frowned--it was evident in his face that he doesn't believe him but let him go anyways.
"Worrying about you is nothing but a simple concern of a friend." Tommy waved off sternly as he scowled before his eyes caught the sight of his teammates suppressing a guffaw and quickly pointed a finger, "and don't think it doesn't go the same to all of you!"
"Seriously. I might take a life if some of you particularly do some dumb shit." Tommy shook his head with disbelief as he saw etching grins they mustered.
"Gasp- Antho, we should definitely do something dumb!" Drista waved her hand excitedly to annoy the brunet who shoved her face away. "Shut up."
The blonde gasped at the 'harsh' treatment and put a hand over her chest, sighing dramatically. "Oh, how you wound me dear friend. Shall the trees of Prime be descended upon you for wounding thee Great Chartreuse!"
Ranboo ignored their childishness and decided to take forward, simply walking somewhere near to their boss to inform their arrival.
"Sir, we have arrived." Ranboo slightly bowed his head to show respect which the the old blond waved off and gave him a smile and a pat on the back, "Good, as expected from my elite constellation. K3Nyon here should be escorting you to your seats."
A short woman stepped forward with a smile on her face, she wore a casual but beautiful white dress with black linings. She greeted him with an elegant nod, "Greetings. This way please."
"Hm, thank you." The split-haired mumbled and signalled his subordinates to follow. The others took the sign as their footsteps winded into their former leader's way.
Purpled arched an eyebrow at the new face and drawled as audible as possible for the three to hear, "is this a new member of the WA4F?"
Drista shrugged, "Dunno, haven't heard anything from brother about this."
Something about the way Drista didn't know worries Tommy, after all, the young blonde's persistence and desire for knowledge was high enough for anyone to spit out the information. If Drista doesn't know, does Ranboo do?
Tommy scrutinised the split-haired in the corner of his eyes, the male seemed to be confused as well. The sunflower blond could feel the distant stupefaction in his aura and silent contemplation of the unknown knowledge. Beyond everything, it is a grand scheme to introduce a new member when you work in the field of the Wastakens.
Tommy shook his head and snapped out of it, maybe he's just overthinking it? Yeah, maybe. He's like that when he is paranoid about certain things. (The young blond missed the observing narrowed brown-eyes at the back of his head.)
Tubbo blinked at their short responses and hummed, "I'd say I know a bit."
The three perked up and looked at him expectantly, wandering what their hacker have got in his pockets. Was a new storm coming or was it just a fluke to make them paranoid just like last time?
"Really?"
Tubbo nodded and whispered just for the four of them, they didn't care that they excluded Ranboo right now. He'll know later or sooner anyways with a few clues. Besides, the male wasn't as oblivious to secrets anyway.
"That's Agent Kenyon, Commoner name: Tina. She works with AM1g0PS-- she's currently here for this exchange programme the main league has brought. It just so happens she got involve with ours." The brunet explained it quite sparse.
"Main league? I haven't heard them before and I've been here for three years...." lamented Tommy, a bit disappointed that he doesn't know something's as major as this when he's apart of this world. Drista patted the boy's blond locks, "I suppose we forgot to tell you about that."
Purpled scoff, "Of course, you were too busy shoving up knives in every direction he goes."
Drista frowned at the remark and crossed her arms, "I thought I said sorry and never do it again??"
"You never did."
"Now you're just being a dick."
"Well suck it up, bottle blonde."
"We legit have the same type of color?"
"I lean towards on ash, bitch."
"Whatever, you overgrown killjoy dazai kinnie."
"For the last time, I'm not suicidal!"
"It never was the suicidal thing."
Tubbo discarded their short argument and gave an explication to the confused teen, "The main league are the top five bellwethers in the underworld. Albeit all of them loathe each other, they made this soi-disant programme as a designation of placidity treaty. A short peace between gangs afore it goes back to shit and games of death."
Tommy narrowed his blue perceivers at the concise explication, remotely cautious. "My guts told me there are more to that."
Tubbo laughed at the blond's remark, quite regaled with the astuteness and sedulousness. Huh, of course. This kid was a prodigy, gifted with everything he just needs to learn. How fatuous of him to leave that on a cryptic end.
"You're right," Tubbo patted the younger teen on the back, "The main league used to be seven, but they all turned on each other and killed off two. Maybe this time, there would only be three leaders left."
Tommy gaped at himself as he realized what the brunet had designated and put all of the pieces he had given him.
"So in conclusion, this party will culminate in possible death, no? A massacre, perhaps?" The blond visually examined the older teen for substantiation, Tubbo couldn't avail but giggle and nod his head.
Tubbo approached the blond more proximate afore whispering into his ear, "Affirmative, that's why when it commences. We depart, immediately without looking back."
He gulped and nodded, seemingly understanding what purpose of this reception as the brunet continued to walk and sat on the left of the table, in a position where he faces Purpled. This was both hazardous and enthusing, perilous for the amount lives that could be taken during the shooting and excitation for when who stands tall at the cessation. Tommy sighs internally, he feels culpable enough for the people.
But it was the underworld, you cannot escape as much as you want to.
"Better gear up now. Must we meet at Ground Zero once we part later." Ranboo verbally expressed as anon as the lady left them in their table. All of them nodded as Purpled sighs, "One of you, accompany me when we go. I don't cerebrate my cicatrices will rejuvenate soon enough that I can run."
"Yeah no shit. You got shot by the fuckin' legs, I wonder?"
"Chartreuse, shut and leave me alone and that is an order."
"Just because you have the ascendancy, doesn't betoken you can abuse it dickhead. Withal, this is why no one likes you." Drista pointed a finger at the ash-blonde irascibly who only rolled his eyes and looked away.
"Treuse, as much as you're my aunt, I still have the privilege of having a possibility on putting you in solitary confinement." The split-haired uttered, blasély.
"Fuck everyone who have or had the leadership role." She turned away and started to sulk on her chair.
"No, don't involve me with your shenanigans." -Tubbo
"Since when were you a leader?!" - Tommy
"I was a division leader when you still weren't in the group, dunno why I was."
"Father probably was drunk."
"BUT THAT WOULD MEAN YOU WERE STILL 15 AT THAT TIME??"