He sits at home with a smile he can't seem to wipe off his face. Maybe it's the feeling of not having to hide anything from the people he loves, maybe it's because he found someone in his legal family that cares for him. Perhaps it's the sick feeling that he can take down Dream.
Maybe it's the feeling his collar will come to use. A suicidal dream.
Damn how he hates the fact he's not ok but doesn't seem to care enough to get help. It would be so much easier if he was ignorant.
That would be nice.
He lays down on the couch.
He doesn't know what to do.
Maybe something interesting will happen. That seems to be a common theme in his life. Something is always happening.
It almost feels illegal to relax.
Almost.
He shutters as a cool breeze comes from somewhere.
Is Purpled turning down the temperature? Don't they not have temperature? Why would they be messing with the heating? Is it from the heating? He doesn't know anymore.
He feels a fluffy mass at his feet and sees Dogchamp.
"The cold bothering you to?" He asks the dog, sitting up to pet them.
"Woof!" Dogchamp yaps, tail wagging and tongue sticking out.
"Who's a good boy!" He coos, scratching behind the dogs ear.
"Roof." Dogchamp answer.
He laughs and forgets the weather of winter.
"Good boy." He coos again.
He gives the dog one last pet before getting up to get breakfast. He walks to the kitchen and reads the sticky note left on the fridge.
Went on a mission
Most likely won't be back till tomorrow
The jerk left him!
He sighs, grabbing some miscellaneous fruit from the island and sits down.
He should of really gotten breakfast after walking up, instead of going to lay on the couch and think about life.He didn't even turn on the news!
He gets done with his fruit and grabs a granola bar before heading to the living room.
He eats his granola bar as he grabs onto the remote turning on the TV.
The news is still talking about the fight that happened yesterday.
The interesting part though is it's not addressed the hacking or Dreams horn.
The reason for the first one is obvious. The news stations were probably told by the hero community not to talk about it.
The second one has two out comes. The first being the same as the hacking, the news stations were told not to talk about it, or the second option, being Dream hasn't went out in public yet.
Both options for the reason they aren't taking about Dreams missing horn is likely as Dream doesn't want to tarnish their reputation and losing a horn is painful.
Dogchamp sits next to him on the couch.
He gives them a pet and sighs.
Today's going to be fun with his luck. So, so fun.
He goes to his room grabbing his phone.
He opens it and scrolls through social media.
He's gotten even more dumps. Isn't that just fun.
Nerds are screeching about the boiling blood thing and the science that has to happen for it to even work.
He took a look and it hurts his brain. That's saying a lot considering their talking about him.
Some people are laughing about a post someone made about him being able to embarrass the hell out of him enemies if he chooses.
It took him a minute to get the joke but when he does he gets off of social media.
Never again will he stalk his hashtag after that. Never again.
Ok, maybe a little peak at his hashtag on TikTok wouldn't hurt.
He has cosplayers! What the fuck! Why are they good! Ahhhh! Are these people insane? Actually that makes sense for it being TikTok. He'll allow it.
Though he isn't responsible if these people get arrested for cosplaying him. He's not paying the court bill.
Techno and him are called bedrock bro's? That's actually really cool. He likes the permanence of it. A unbreakable rock showing a unbreakable bond.
It's cute in a philosophical sense.
He decides to go on a search for all the duo names he's been put in.
Phil and him are called 'Angel duo'.
Ranboo and him are called 'Allium duo', which is cute after searching up the meaning of alliums.
Wilbur and him are the 'Crime boys' which is fun.
Those are the main ones he's found for his vigilant persona.
He lays on his bed with hunger pains by the time he gets off TikTok.
How long has he been scrolling for?
He takes his phone and looks at the time.
About two hours till his shift.
He gets up sluggishly, dragging himself to the kitchen.
He goes to grab a granola bar before deciding to be a functional human being and make food.
A backed potato sounds good. He totally didn't learn what that is only from hearing Techno rant about potato related dishes from two hours straight. Totally.
He grabs a potato and tosses it into the microwave.
Techno would so say it's a sin to cook a potato in the microwave. He's say he doesn't give a fuck. It's quick and easy.
It may also be a depression thing but that's for his non existent therapist to deal with.
He hears the beep of the microwave and puts the potato on a plate. Grabbing a knife and cuts a slit.
Are baked suppose to be stiff?
Meh, a undercooked potato wouldn't be the worst thing he's eaten. He's eaten lower district orphanage food before.
He puts some butter, sour cream, and cheese on the thing. He takes a bite and it's crunchy.
Yah, this is probably less than under cooked. Well he already put sour cream on it.
He scarfs down the potato and sighs.
He really should of waited till he was getting hungry pains to eat, but it feels good to eat something after.
He goes and grabs Dogchamp's food bowl realizing he forgot to feed them. He scoops up some food with it, shaking the bowl.
He hears Dogchamp's footsteps as they come running.
He places the bowl and takes a few steps back and sees a white blur jump at the bowl.
That white blur being Dogchamp.
They scare him.
Why did Prime give these creatures so much energy and such a love for food. Was she high on god apples?
No matter, he needs to get ready for work.
Getting ready being 'doing what you are supposed to when you wake up' as Purpled puts it.
Enough procrastinating he needs to go make himself look like a normal human being.
He's changed into a comfy sweater and baggy sweatpants. He also has a new feather earring. It's not as complicated as the one he gave to Techno but it's a earring nonetheless.
He grabs the snowflake bag-the one that lovingly holds his vigilant gear-and swings it over his shoulder.
He walks out of his room with his phone in hand.
There's not much news now ether.
A small time villain robbed a bank and got caught by a small time hero, Dream still hasn't popped up, he's risen a few ranks on threat level.
Nothing really new.
The fact he only rose a few ranks on threat level is kinda funny though.
His threat level is far from the lowest threat level he has gotten from a person he has actually fought.
Even Blaze, someone who usually doesn't care about ranking as they just like to fight people, says it's slander how low his ranking is considering he has went head to toe with Blade and has been able to protect a entire district from cross fire.
Some people are trying to say he doesn't have a high danger level because he avoids fights, but most know that not getting into fights is low on priority for danger rankings.
Some blatantly state it's most likely a mix of speculated age and how recently he started up as a vigilant.
That one makes sense as the people that make the level are quite biased and old.
Well that means less fighting for him so that's a plus.
He puts his phone up hooping on his bike and putting on the helmet.
He zooms our the garage and down the street.
The air is nice after the stress of yesterday.
Do much happened in such a small time. He hopes and prays to Prime that today isn't a busy day. He might shrivel up and die if it is.
He let's out a sigh of relief when he gets there a sees the street dark.
Not a rush day, thank Prime.
He parks his bike where he did yesterday and goes in.
"You look like shit man." The afternoon barista states.
"Got lost scrolling through TikTok and Twitter last night." He lies.
"Yah, some crazy things went down. You hear that red vigilant Blood is ranked right below Queen. They did them dirty for their amount of talent." The barista blabbers.
"Oh I've heard all right. Even Blaze had words to say about it and dude only has fire for brains." He jokes getting a laugh from the barista.
"Well I got to be going by now." The barista says, before walking out.
He does the final pull to tie on his apron then starts with cleaning.
His legs hurt from the day pryer but the cleaning is also relaxing.
It's nice.
He wishes it could stay this way but all good things come from something bad.