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Report #4… Life in DSMP Territory………………………………………………………………………
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The Top Villain: T-Bow
Identity: Tobias “Tubbo” Underscore, 16, Male
Parents: J. Schlatt and unknown mother
Mutation: Ram hybrid, a trait obtained by his father, J. Schlatt. He has a ram horn and ears, small due to young age.
Powers: Can generate explosions from his skin, mostly uses his hands to generate small explosions. Dangerous to approach due to this, caution should be used when coming into contact with him.
Important Information: After an explosive incident with Ichor, he was left permanently mutilated. The blast from the explosion left his face deformed and he obtained his explosive powers. This event took place after an altercation with the now retired Schlatt, T-Bow (Bomb at the time) was taken as leverage above the other villains. The heroes promised no violence, and in the end T-Bow was left barely alive. Due to this, T-Bow has a very strong disliking for all heroes, but he does not like violence. He takes orders mainly from J. Schlatt and Cardsharp. A loyal son, as T-Bow he is a very dangerous adversary and caution should be taken around him at all times.
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Tubbo woke up with a rat nest on his head. His brown hair was sticking up every which way.
He groaned, running a brush through his hair like 3 times before giving up. It was the weekend so he was just staying home all day, there was no point trying to look nice. However he did feel like there was something going on that he forgot… He brushed it off quickly and walked into the living room.
When he entered the living room he saw Charlie Slimecicle and Quackity sitting on the long brown couch.
“Good morning, Turbo!” Charlie exclaimed, glancing over at Tubbo from his seat at the couch. He was smaller than normal, a perk that came with his slime-y nature.
Charlie Slimecicle, better known to the public as Slimecicle, was made completely out of slime, slime that he could manipulate however he wanted. He mostly disguised himself as a human so that he could better blend in with the public, but when he was in his normal “goopy guy form” he could form his slime however he wished–making himself smaller, bigger, slimmer, thicker, whatever.
“Good morning, Charles,” Tubbo grumbled, slinking onto the couch beside the young man, “morning, Big Q.”
“Take a look at the TV, kid,” Quackity said, a mischievous glint in his good eye.
Quackity was completely blind in his left eye, a large scar crossed from his eyebrow to just past his mouth. His other eye was golden, similar to his make-shift wings he wore on his villain costume. His dark hair was kept tame only by a blue beanie. Quackity was Cardsharp, the fairly well known gambling villain. His power? Well, he didn’t really like sharing, but from what Tubbo gathered, it was something to do with card manipulation.
Tubbo spared a glance at the TV. “What’s it?”
Quackity’s eye glinted. “Just watch.”
Tubbo did, looking at the screen with piqued interest. The TV flashed with pictures of heroes–he tsked–, then a picture of Schlatt appeared on the screen, then one of himself.
Oh.
“It is the one year anniversary of the most dangerous villain, T-Bow! This day marks the day where Schlatt, head villain of the Las Nevadas Villainy, created one of the most powerful vil-!” Tubbo snatched the remote from Quackity and turned the TV off, sneering at Quackity.
Why was this something that Q thought about celebrating? Did they need to broadcast this everywhere?
“What was that for?” Quackity asked, feigning innocence. Quackity, much like Tubbo’s father, spared little care for Tubbo’s emotion. Everyone in that damn house knew that Tubbo never wanted to be a villain, and Quackity and J. Schlatt both did their best to mention it as much as possible.
Tubbo glared daggers at the older man. “I don’t need a reminder about the day my father decided I wasn’t worth shit.”
Tubbo had a giant scar to do that for him. The scar crossed his right eye, which his father forced him to wear a contact lens over. He was almost completely blind in that eye, a lot like Quackity. And both of the men shared the same attacker. Ichor. The contact lens he wears was a nuclear symbol, while his other eye was a plain blue one.
Tobias Underscore was T-Bow. Big surprise, yeah? The 5 '5 son of J. Schlatt was not only one of the most well known, but also the most dangerous villains ever? Tubbo was surely surprised.
And it was all because of Ichor.
Not to mention the goddamn media completely twisted the story! Everyone always said that Schlatt begged Ichor not to kill Bomb! Bomb, the poor apprentice of Schlatt, who had been kidnapped as a ransom in an attempt to get Schlatt to finally turn himself in! It was the perfect plan really, Schlatt did care so much about Bomb. But no. That’s not what happened. When Schlatt arrived at the scene, he turned a blind eye. He dared Ichor to kill Bomb. To “see what he’d do about it”. Tubbo had known that Schlatt wouldn’t care. He had known that he wasn’t what his father wanted. He knew that this was the perfect opportunity to get rid of him. But it still hurt. That apathetic expression still hurt. Unfortunately for Tubbo, the heroes stood true to their word. He was shot with an explosive arrow, he barely remembers the day. He only survived because the heroes took him to the hospital. Tubbo still had no clue why they chose to do that, maybe pity? Ignorance? No one was punished for almost killing Tubbo. He hated that the former villain, the man who was supposed to stick up for everyone, shot him without much hesitation. Tubbo hated Ichor.
“Tobes?” He heard, breaking him from his self depreciating thought.
“Huh?”
“You spaced out, man,” Quackity chuckled, flicking the TV back on. He didn’t notice the thin sheen of sweat on Tubbo’s brow, nor the way his eyes dilated slightly in anger. He wouldn't notice. Not that he would care.
“Sorry,” Tubbo mumbled beneath his breath, turning his attention to what was happening on the TV. It wa-
THUNK.
Everyone’s heads turned to the hallway. Jack Manifold was awake.
Now the way this “house” worked was simple. It was less a house and more just a hotel. Villains who were a part of “Las Nevadas Villainy” could either live in the building, or they could live on their own. Most chose to live in the house due to the convenience of it–all of the meetings were held in the building–but some chose not to, like Purpled or Sam.
Purpled was around Tubbo’s age, so he still lived with his parents. The two of them, despite their closeness in age, hardly ever spoke. Purpled was very straightforward, he was a part of the group for his own gain and he made it obvious he didn’t really want friends out of this.
Sam, on the other hand, was an adult man who lived with his friend in Badlands, DSMP. Sam, or Awesamedude, was one of Schlatt’s right hand men, right next to Quackity. The three worked as a well oiled team, and Sam was very serious. Tubbo didn’t know if he’d ever seen the guy even crack a smile.
“Aw, finally awake, little guy?” Charlie teased.
Charlie Slimecicle was the oldest. In fact, no one actually knew how old he was. When asked, he liked saying “old as dirt” and describing how he’d “seen everything”. He was weird. But he and Schlatt were close so he stuck around.
“Fuck off,” Jack grumbled, rubbing his temples before sinking onto the couch beside Quackity. “Where's the boss?”
“Probably drunk,” Quackity said shortly, flicking through the channels on the television.
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Tubbo hated the name T-Bow, it was honestly a terrible name. Schlatt had insisted on it, saying something along the lines of: “You were hit by an explosive arrow and it sounds like your name!”
Dumbest shit.
He left the house shortly after eating some breakfast. Quackity had convinced him to “get some air”. He also convinced Tubbo to go out as T-Bow.
His costume was not much of a costume, he had a hooded winter coat that he kept over his head (hiding his goat features from the public) and dark pants. He wore an opera mask to hide the non-scarred part of his face to help hide his identity.
Again, Tubbo didn’t pick it.
No one was out today, really at all, probably because everyone assumed that T-Bow would be reeking havoc. The streets were empty, he wandered around for a while until he saw something interesting. The number 5 hero, Poltergeist, was just sat on a roof. For a moment he thought about approaching the masked man, just to show the world that T-Bow was still alive. He looked around, ready to go, when suddenly a dazed looking Jack Manifold approached Poltergeist.
Tubbo pressed a finger to his earpiece. “What the hell is he doing?” Tubbo whispered under his breath.
He heard a snickering over his earpiece.
“Charles, Quackity what the fuck did you do to him?”
“We didn’t do anything. Schlatt just ‘convinced’ him it would be a good idea to start a fight!” He heard Quackity say, amusement lacing his words.
Tubbo sighed, his father used his ‘voice of reason’ quite often. The said ‘voice of reason’ was really just a vocalised manipulation power. AKA he could mind control people using his words.
Jack walked up to Poltergeist. “Oi! Ghosty boy! Whatcha doin’ in this part o’ town?” He shouted. Technically, he didn’t do anything illegal, but 3D was a known villain, meaning Poltergeist had probable cause to either arrest him or attack him. The hero chose the latter.
“3D! What a-”
Tubbo couldn’t hear the rest of what Poltergeist said, as Charlie suddenly, and very loudly, shouted over the earpiece, “IS THAT POLTERGEIST?!”
“Yes… Charlie, it is Poltergeist.”
“Oh my Prime!! I love that guy!!” Charlie squealed, sounding like a little school girl seeing her playground crush.
It was kind of like a playground crush, though. Slimecicle–as his villain persona–and Poltergeist had this… “thing” where at any given moment, the two would flirt with each other. Which–albeit entertaining–made for some very unorthodox battles.
Charlie began rambling on and on about how great Poltergeist was while in the background Tubbo could see the battle between 3D and Poltergeist starting to begin.
Now, you couldn’t really call it a battle considering it was only two of them. The helicopters were already starting to come in, Tubbo always wondered how they did that. Maybe they had cameras everywhere?
Tubbo decided that when the helicopters entered, he should exit. He wasn’t keen on making an appearance on the news today, and he certainly wasn’t keen on entering a battle with Poltergeist of all heroes today.
Tubbo jumped off of the roof he was watching from onto a closed trash bin. Ah yes, the alleyways. Tubbo loved back alleys. It was an odd thing to love, but he enjoyed the peace of them. And the occasional hobo really added the atmosphere of the place.
He made his way through the alleys of the DSMP Territories for a while, just to get his mind off of things, and to stay away from home. He didn’t want to be back there with those people.
Okay, maybe that was a bit harsh. Most of the people who lived in the building were… okay. But some of them really weren’t. Jack Manifold, who was only 2 years older than Tubbo, was nice. He talked to Tubbo a lot and the two liked a lot of the same things. Charlie Slimecicle was cool as well–a bit odd at times–but he and Schlatt were friends… so. Quackity was okay, he wasn’t the worst person ever, but he had a weird situationship with Schlatt and he was also just… an asshole sometimes.
The only real problem was Schlatt. But when was it not?
You know the fact that Tubbo didn’t really have any friends wasn’t helping anyone. Tubbo had to spend a lot of his time at home with all of the other villains, making people more tense than they would have been had they all had social lives. It doesn’t matter though, it was Tubbo’s life. He’d learned to deal with it.
After a while of wondering, Tubbo decided it would be best to… you know… go home. The walk back was mostly uneventful, he walked through the alleys so no one would see him. His walk was peaceful, a pleasure that he would very soon lose.
By the time Tubbo got home it was late, the sun had set and the building was mostly silent.
Quackity and Schlatt were drinking at the bar in the HQ, side by side, talking casually. No doubt they’d be drunk and making out later. Or who knows, maybe they’ll be screaming at each other. It was just how the two of them worked.
Tubbo’s mom left Schlatt and him when Schlatt made it public that he was a villain, the last time the whole family was together was at dinner for Tubbo’s 5th birthday. That was also the last time Schlatt left the house, minus the day Tubbo was kidnapped.
Tubbo couldn’t remember her name. Tubbo could hardly remember her at all. But he could remember her story telling. He missed his mom a lot.
Tubbo rolled his eyes and went to his room, he’d call Eryn to work on the project for school in the morning. They had already started it, and he knew Eryn would already be asleep by now.
With that on his mind, he laid down to go to sleep.