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Tommy never liked heroes. Which was weird since he practically grew up in a family that was quite notorious in the hero world. Born into the family of none other than the Minecrafts. He’s never truly understood what it means to ‘be a hero’.
After the death of his late mother, his connection with his family became more and more distant. His father and brothers would intentionally avoid him, at work, even at home.
It was until his 4th birthday. He still remembers the day vividly. The day his father handed him to his uncle and calling it a ‘small visit’. He remembered the ‘talk’ his father and his uncle had from across the halls, the two men yelling until he eventually heard the front door slam. It was then when he heard footsteps getting closer and closer.
“Hey, Toms. Uhm, you’re gonna be here for a while. Phil has some sort of business he has to take care of.”
His tone was softer when talking to Tommy compared to when he talked to Phil. Softer and gentler.
“He’s not leaving for long, right?” Tommy asked. Uncertainty filled his voice, his childlike innocence projecting out in this particular moment.
His uncle then held him close for a hug. Then replying “No. He's not. He’ll come get you in a blink of an eye.”
That was the start of what would be a year of his father consistently dropping him off at his uncle’s place, every time the arguing only got louder and louder after that one day. Until one day, he just stopped coming back. Tommy waited, he waited for hours, days. Until the hope within his heart was eventually extinguished.
He liked his time with his uncle. Much more than his father. Enough that he would write in “Grian Minecraft” as his guardian for school every single year after elementary.
Nobody questioned everything. Probably because they actually thought he was Grian's kid. From his curly blonde hair to his favourite colour. They were pretty similar to say the least.
He never really thought much about it until Wilbur got officially recruited by the very agency Phil works for. The tv screens were blinding. With his soft voice ringing into his ears once every few minutes. It felt like the man was mocking him from afar. He only had the advantage because he had gotten his ability much more early, giving him a lot more time to train his powers up.
That smile that was plastered on his face.
He wants to rip it off his face.
Was it envy? Was it jealousy? Perhaps. Seeing his father being so proud of his brother and actually caring for him. More rather than leaving him on his brother's doorstep.
By the time the age came by to get an ability, Tommy was practically praying for a godlike power like his mom’s. Like the ability to control life and death altogether, or maybe like the ancient hero “The Undefeatable Blade.” The power to attack without having to worry about the concept of time being in your way.
But these thoughts slowly faded as he slowly figured out what his power was. Energy manipulation. Not anything cool, just something that reminded him of a certain character from a tv show.
Randomly throwing acres at strangers and acting like nothing ever happened was definitely fun, don’t get him wrong. But he wanted to be more than that. He wanted the spotlights to shine on him.
“3 criminals wanted in district 2. Heroes are currently on the job right now, so don’t you citizens worry, stay home and stay safe!” The lady on the news reported before being cut off by the tv shutting down.
That’s one way of saying ‘they can’t do their job properly’.
Well if they can’t do their job properly. There’s loads of people that would willingly do it for them. Such as- himself.
After jumping from his couch, he started scavenging for a decent piece of clothing for his ‘unauthorized hero debut’. It was then when he found it, a white hoodie covered by a red and white baseball t-shirt. And to prove he’s truly the coolest of cools. A pair of sunglasses to top it all off. (And a mask but that doesn’t matter)
Apollo, the youngest and one of the highest ranked vigilantes in the industry, might not have the best power, but he has things others don’t. Experience and spite.
“I’m going to prove that fucker wrong.”
Sheer dedication for his spite.