My heart dropped. "W-What do you mean?!!? The vigilante is the one who took Fundy! I made sure Sally couldn't come near us. I did everything!" I said as I panicked. I thought more about it and in the process of doing it, I half-consciously removed my beanie and ran a shaky hand through my fluffy hair. "Mate, we can check Fundy's room instead, there might be something there! And if we can't find anything, we'll call the police. Everything will be just fine, just take some deep breaths, okay?" Dad said, trying to calm me down.
I gulped and nodded. I tried my best to try to breathe, but it was a bit difficult. However, after a while, my breathing became steady. Dad gently placed his hand on my back. "You okay mate?" Dad said, and I nodded my head. He gently smiled and grabbed my hand. "Well, we don't want to waste time now, do we?" Dad said, and I nodded frantically.
We both made our way out of my room, and we made our way to Fundy's room. A lump formed in my throat when we looked around his room. No matter how much I swallowed, the lump didn't go away. We searched the room in silence, then went back to Fundy's bedroom door and told each other what we found and if we found anything.
"Wilbur, did you find anything?" Dad asked, and I slowly shook my head as I looked at the ground in disappointment. "What about you, Dad? Did you find anything?" I asked, and I looked up at him. He shook his head solemnly and the lump in my throat became bigger. "Mate, it's okay! We'll call the police, don't worry. We will find Fundy, no matter what it takes. I know it'll be difficult, but maybe try to go to sleep. We'll talk about it in the morning." Dad said, and I slowly nodded my head. "Ok then, bye Wilbur!" Dad said with a sad smile on his face.
"Bye Dad..." I said, and we each headed back to our rooms. Little did he know, I was not going to sleep. I shifted into my phantom form and put on my hero outfit. I checked myself in the mirror to make sure that I was dressed correctly. Then, I opened the latch on my window and pushed it up. I crawled out onto the windowsill and stood up carefully. I looked down below me and saw a rooftop not too far away. I took a deep breath and jumped from the windowsill. I landed safely on the rooftop and I walked to the edge and looked at another rooftop close by, and jumped. I kept on doing this with only one thing on my mind.
A very particular vigilante was going to get a... visit from me.
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Tommy spun around in his chair as he put his hands on his head. "Clementine, I'm bored." Tommy said, dragging out the third "e" in "Clementine" and the "d" in "bored". "Maybe try going to sleep?" Clementine suggested, and Tommy shook his head. "I can't go to sleep Clem." Tommy said. "Then go outside for a while! It should help you stop being bored, and you might become tired and then you can go to sleep." Clementine said, and Tommy eagerly shot out of his chair.
"Clementine, you have the best ideas. Thanks!" He said as he quickly changed into his vigilante outfit and threw on his backpack. "No problem Tommy!" Clementine said happily, and Tommy smiled. He opened his hand as he held it out in front of him, and Clementine immediately flew in. "Let's go!" He said eagerly as he opened his window and jumped out onto a rooftop that was close by.
He kept jumping across rooftops while having a conversation with Clementine. Tommy was slowly walking across a large rooftop when he saw the silhouette of someone standing in front of him. He slowly came closer, and his heart dropped when he realized who it was. It was Phantom. Clementine tried to calm him down, and Tommy told Clementine that he was calm. He told Clementine that he was just a bit shocked, which was an understatement.
Yeah, he was definitely not going to sleep anytime soon tonight.

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"If you don't stop, I'm gonna start stabbing sh!t." // A DSMP Fanfiction
FanfictionThe Bench Trio, TommyInnit, Tubbo_, and Ranboo Beloved live in District 17, one of the poorer districts on the outskirts of L'Manburg, a major city in the large country of Dream SMP. In District 17, crime isn't rare and is in fact very common. What...