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As we all know, one who has power must be kept in check or they could destroy everything.
This is why Heros must be trained and be kept under contract, most firms use the same contract for every hero and make little change. That was the case until a group of retired heroes got in contact with an upcoming lawyer and businessman. They voiced their concerns and suggestions for years but were always ignored. The Lawyer understood that if things stay the same then it could lead to serious problems in the near future. So he decided to create his own firm with the help of his wife, together they created Hero Bay. Hero Bay changed the game, they took reports from the schools and changed their contracts accordingly. The Pair and Retired heroes create a revolutionary system that truly embraces change and listens to their employees.
After 2 years of business the pair had a son, that would one day run Hero Bay as his father once had. However, 4 years later tragedy struck. A double agent had infiltrated the Bay and tried to kill the owner. The Betrayer had failed in killing the main owner but had succeeded in killing an owner.
After the death of his wife and the attempt on his son's life, he did everything he could to hide his son's identity from everyone and protect him. The owner had tried to trust as much as possible but he found it near impossible at first, but slowly over time he had gained some trust back. That was going well until ten years when he was, yet again, Betrayed by a trusted ally that ended in his death. Hero Bay was left to his only son, a young 14 year old boy. However due to his fathers foresight he rose to become a great leader in his first two years without a hitch.No one knew the true age of the new owner, well expert for two people…
“YOU FUCKING DICK!” Screamed a young blond teen in the usually quiet penthouse where he lived alone, well, unless his friends were over, then it is a different story. As the young owner ran after his bodyguard for trying to feed him something that he made. The young split colored bodyguard jumped over the couch “IT WASN'T THAT BAD!”yelled a monochrome Teen “SPAGHETTI AND CAKE DON'T BELONG TOGETHER!!!” Argued back the young owner as he too jumped the couch.
A young goat hybrid simply stared at the two idiots he calls his friends from the doorway. The two friends hadn't noticed the entrance of their other friend in the chaos that was Ranboo’s cooking or as the others would say Ranboo’s latest war crime against the world. The two continued to chase and yell at eachother for another solid minute or at least until the enderman hybrid noticed the brown headed boy and tripped, taking a speeding Tommy down with him to a hard floor. Tubbo wincend as a loud thump was heard from the two.
“What abomination did you make this time?”Tubbo asked as he walked over to Tommy. Ranboo sputered at Tubbo as he stood up “Hey! My cooking isn’t that bad!” Tubbo stopped to stare at Ranboo “He added spaghetti to a cake and tricked me” Tommy stated as he dragged himself up onto a freshly bruised and bleeding knee and shuffled over to the couch. The young brunet shivered as he made his way to the bathroom and returned with a half used first aid kit. “That's disgusting. Why were you in the kitchen?” Grabbing the first aid kit from the boy and headed to the couch. “Someone forgot to eat” “Couldn’t you have just ordered food?” Ranboo went silent at that as the other two stifled a laugh. Handing Tommy the first aid kit and heading to save the ‘cake’ he made before Tubbo tossed it out.
Tommy sighed as he took care of his bleeding knee and soon, within minutes shouts could be heard from the kitchen over a cake that could kill a god. Looking up from the already bloody bandages to the doorway where the shouts were coming from, Tommy took in a breath and plopped back on to the couch. Even if his friends were screaming over a monstrosity, it was still better the deffeing quiet that was his house. Mabey at one point it was a home but now it was empty with only one true resident still alive. After all, can it even be called a home when there was only a 16 year old who lived there? Pushing down the thoughts, he focused back into the playful yelling match it the kitchen which was now about...Cereal? Ranboo is a strange one. Finally feeling the pull of sleep, after what Tubbo would say was an ‘unhealthy’ lack of sleep, he reluctantly lets his eyes shut and fall into a slumber.
Tubbo and Ranboo had been arguing a good 10 minutes over what you can and cannot put spaghetti in until they remembered that their usually loud friend was unusually quiet. Both deciding to drag the hot headed blonde in to whether a cinnamon roll and spaghetti should ever be put together or at least that was the plan until they walked in to the main room and saw said blond sleeping on the couch with blood already soaking through the messy bandages. Looking at eachother then at the sleeping boy they knew this was the first real sleep he’s probably had in days. Sighing, they went over and fixed a cleaned up his wound, usually the piaroned boy would have done it perfectly but lack of sleep does that to people. They both knew the moment they saw him sleeping, they would be staying over yet again. Tubbo stayed over more often than Ranboo but they both stayed over at least one night every week together. Ranboo texted his family and Tubbo simply called his dad.
Only one family respond like always. Tubbo simply left a voicemail and Ranboo texted his family for a few minutes before returning their attention to the owner and his horrible sleeping position. Ranboo picked up the lanky boy with ease as Tubbo led the way to an indoor movie theater. Setting the boy down on a bed, the bodyguard put on a movie and childhood best friend grabbed snacks and blankets. Both returning around the same time, they both settled in like clockwork. The three person cuddle ‘pile’ was together again while an animated movie played on screen.
The two friends looked at their overworked friend, and then at each other.
A silent agreement was made that night.
Something needs to change.