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"Alright, final testing."

"Trigger word; Pog."

The humanlike machine stood up straight with a blank look on its face.

"State your primary function."

Sound came from the machine, but its mouth didn't move.

"To infiltrate the syndicate and find out each of their identities."

The person on the other side of the glass nodded and wrote something down on his clipboard.

"State your name."

"T0MM7."

"Good." He wrote something down again. "State your civilian name."

"Thomas Wastaken 

He wrote something down again. "Alright that needs to be changed, it should say that when asked for its full civilian name." He turned to someone with dusty blonde hair.

They input something into the computer before entering. The machine's eyes went blank with loading signs in them before returning to their normal blue.

He nodded at the man with the clipboard turned back to the machine.

"State your civilian name."

The machine loaded for a moment.

"Tommy."

The man with the clipboard smiled and gave a thumbs up to the man with dusty blonde hair before writing something down.

"State your civilian last name."

"Wastaken."

The man wrote something down again.

"State your full civilian name."

"Thomas Wastaken."

"Perfect, now." He flipped the page on his clipboard. "State your power."

"Healing."

"State how your power works from a civilian point of view."

The machine loads again and lifts its hands.

"I am able to use my own energy to accelerate the speed at which you heal."

"Good, good." He writes something down on his clipboard.

"State how you heal."

"I am able to expel a mystified version of a healing potion from my fingertips, while a glow emitted from underneath my skin makes it difficult to see." The machine's hands glow for a moment before going back to normal.

"Good." He quickly writes something down on his clipboard as a smile forms on his face.

"State your civilian life."

"I am Tommy Wastaken. I live with my brother Clay. I recently moved here and will be attending L'manberg High School. I hate heroes and think villains are misunderstood."

The man grinned wide and finished writing on his clipboard.

"Trigger word; Pog."

The machine blinked before stretching out and waving at the man.

"Everything good?" The machine asked.

"Yep you're ready to go." He smiled and opened the door to the chamber.

The machine walked out of the chamber and stood in front of the man.

"Here." The man handed it a red backpack, what looked like house keys, and some papers.

"This is the address of the apartment you'll be staying at, and your schedule is in your backpack along with files on some possible suspects."

"Got it!" The machine nodded with a smile and the man ruffled its hair.

"Nick will be driving you there." The man motioned at Nick, who was standing in the doorway with a small smile.

The machine waved back at him as it followed Nick out of the test lab, out of the building, and into an inconspicuous gray car. In which he immediately felt a mechanism in him lock up.

The machine took in every detail as they drove, every street sign, every shop, and every person walking by.

They stopped in front of an average apartment building in the lower district. Nick made sure to take off his lab coat and led the machine inside and to the apartment.

They stepped inside, and the machine instantly scanned and memorized the layout before setting its things on the kitchen counter.

"Alright, Clay will be visiting every month to check your progress, and I'll check in a few times between that." Nick explained as the machine looked over the things in his bag. "If you need anything or find something important, you know how to reach us." Nick says smiling as he taps the side of his head and the machine nods with a smile.

"Oh right." Nick thinks for a moment. "Uh, trigger word; Bay?"

"Thanks, Nicholas." The machine says relieved.

"Yeah forgot about that, you remember how to reactivate that if you get caught?" He asks, tone serious for a moment.

"Of course, I never forget because I am the best." The machine smiles confidentially, earning a chuckle from Nick.

"Right. Alright, then I'm heading out, good luck." Nick says walking to the door.

"I do not need luck." The machine proclaims as Nick waves and shuts the door behind him.

The machine pulled the files out of the backpack and looked over each one, taking in their information instantly before looking over the next. "Hmm." The machine looked over each of the files, though each one was close enough to their builds, but they weren't quite right. Their hair was not right, or their styles did not fit.

It put the files away on the desk at the corner of its bedroom and plugged itself up using the port in its wrist. As it powered off it promised itself it would complete its mission, no matter what.

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The second its internal clock hit five thirty the machine shot up from the bed, unplugged itself, put on an average outfit for a teen using many different online sources, and put a band around its wrist, so people couldn't see the port. It quickly scanned its schedule and headed out.

Though its primary function is to discover the identities of the syndicate, its secondary function was to find out the identities of all the city's most dangerous villains and vigilantes.

So since they believed that two of the city’s more troublesome vigilantes were teenagers, they decided not only could high school be part of T0MM7 cover, but it would also give it an opportunity to find out their identities.

So in every class he went to he scanned each student, comparing them to the vigilantes' builds, behaviours, and seeable facial features.

So far nothing matched just right but-

"Pssst."

The machine suddenly looked over to his left to see a teen with fluffy brown hair wearing sunglasses leaning towards him.

"You got the answer to number five?" They whispered to it.

The machine responded instantly. "I do not believe I'm allowed to tell you the answers." The machine responded to them.

"It's not like it's a test, help me out."

The machine stared at them.

"Pleeeease." The kid begged.

"0.056." The machine said quietly.

"Thank you!" They said in a loud whisper.

The machine continued to answer the questions quite easily before…

"What's your name?" They said in a whisper again.

"I am Tommy." The machine responded quickly.

"I'm Ranboo." They said scooting their desk closer to the machine.

"You got any plans for lunch?" They asked.

"No." The machine continued to write on the paper.

"Okay, you're gonna sit with me." They said and went back to writing.

The machine looked at them for a moment before getting up and turning in its paper.

The second the bell rang, Ranboo dragged the machine to the cafeteria and, after Ranboo got their plate, sat at one of the tables.

"Sooo, you new here?" Ranboo asked.

"Yes, I just enrolled." The machine responded.

"Cool, cool." Ranboo played with the very unappealing food on the tray. "Where do you live? Sorry if that's weird."

"I live in an apartment downtown with my brother Clay." The machine responded easily.

"Coooool." Ranboo kept glancing around before perking up.

"Hey Boo! Who's this?" Someone with fluffy bleach-blonde hair asked, walking up to the table. The machine instantly scanned the kid.

"This is Tommy, uh what's your pronouns?" Ranboo asked.

The machine thought for a moment and decided since its cover was as a teenage boy named Tommy.

"Uh, he/him.

"Okay!" Ranboo said.

"This is Tommy, and he saved my life in maths class." Ranboo said to the person with bleach-blonde hair.

"Nice to meet you Tommy, I'm Tubbo he/him."

"Nice to meet you Tubbo." The machine reached out and shook Tubbo's hand.

"Formal type, huh?" Tubbo chuckled.

"Uh, yes." The machine responded and Tubbo shook its hand and sat down with Ranboo. The machine decided it should act more like a teenager so as not to blow its cover.

‘Chat.’ In its vision a long script of programs flashed by before forming into a long vertical line of different programs speaking to the machine. Chat; Computerized Help and Assistance Technology. Designed specifically for T0MM7 to keep track of the information it collected and provide quick access to resources, then outsourced to the other heroes.

So the machine said the first thing that came to its mainframe when searching, teenager.

‘Download every known curse word in the English language.’