#dad vector

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

Vector absolutely has pictures of Espio and Charmy in his wallet. Someone asks him about his kids and he whips out the pictures to brag like, "This is Charmy taking his first steps and this is Espio taking down five guys single-handedly and here's them dressed up in matching outfits and here's the only picture I've ever gotten of Espio smiling and here's--"

[tigers-eyes-26]

Vector Ch. 1

Music was his escape his whole life. One of his earliest memories is of his parents yelling. He figured out how to turn on the radio of the old stereo system, his grandpa had left them, to drown out the sound. When his dad walked out of his life he enveloped himself in music. His mom would snap at him for not listening. He didn’t really want to hear what she had to say. His shield from the world was music. 

He was always a big kid. He always knew how to fight. Whether it was his dad or any of the other men in his mama's life, If they got aggressive with her, he would get aggressive with them and beat them out of his house. His mama would pat him on the head and then go off to take a nap. He would put ice on his bruises and listen to music.

Getting caught up in scraps was normal for him. When some kids called his mom a drunk he would fight. He knew what they said was true but it still hurt. 

His fighting got the attention of the older kids. They would befriend him and give him food and a place to stay when he didn't want to go home. His friends introduced him to different kinds of music . Angry music that told stories, like his life. Music about money and girls and being famous; A life he could only dream about. His friends stole him a microphone so he could record mix tapes to sell. 

He would defend his friends from others saying bad things about them. He didn't question his friends. He knew they did some bad things. But that was so they could get money. They were all poor and they all relied on each other for some sense of security. 

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14 year old Vector walked into a hardware store with his headphones on blasting a song about shoplifting. He had on an orange old puffer vest that one of his friends had lent him.. Down the paint aisle was a black, purple, and teal rooster. Vector milled around looking at things until the rooster left the aisle. It took forever! Finally! He could get what he needed. He took four spray paint cans and stuffed them into the puffer vest. He peered around the aisle and to his luck the rooster was chatting with the man at the register. Vector casually walked out. 

The rooster had kept an eye on the young crocodile.He loaded up his truck with the supplies he had bought and took a leisurely stroll. He spotted the kid down an alley way. The rooster leaned against the wall and observed the kid scribbling gang signs on the walls. In broad daylight? He cleared his throat. “Ahem!”

The startled young croc jumped into a fighting position then gave the rooster the hardest glare he could muster.

The rooster wasn't fazed. “The guys that told you to paint that,” He pointed to the gang tag. “Were they goin’ to pay you?” 

The croc wasn't expecting that question. “No! No one told me to paint this, old man!” He raised his fists. 

“Old man? I’m not that old, kid I’m 35! Who taught you your manners?” 

The croc growled. 

“Well, painting is a job and you should never do a job for free.” The rooster chided. He pushed himself off the wall with his shoulder. The silver chain around his neck jangled. “Why don’t you come and help me paint a fence?”

“Why? So you can teach me manners?” The teen spat back.

“No, So you can get some money for your efforts.” The rooster shrugged. “If you don’t want to get money, it’s no skin off my back.” 

The Vector just stared at him confused. He was unsure. Maybe this rooster is an off duty cop and is going to bring him into a police station for vandalizing a wall? He didn’t seem like a cop though. He had work gloves, work boots, and a tool belt like a construction worker. 

“You can ride in the back of my truck and if you don’t like where I am going, you can hop out at any time.” 

A cop wouldn’t suggest he hop out of a moving truck…. Would they? Maybe he was just trying to get Vector to do his job for him? But the promise of pay was tempting. Vector stood up out of his defensive position and followed the rooster out of the alley way. 

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They drove from the outskirts of the city to the suburbs. They stopped in front of a house. From what Vector could see it looked like an old tree had fallen and crushed a part of the fence. The tree was partially cut into pieces. There still were some big logs that needed to be cut up more. The fence was rebuilt but needed to be painted white to match the rest of the fencing. 

“All right boy. I need you to paint the fence white, while I hack this tree into more manageable pieces.” The rooster pointed to Vector's headphones. “It's going to be loud so you have the right idea.” He got out a chainsaw from the back of the truck. 

It was long tedious work but like everything listening to music made it bearable. 

“Yo, old man I’m done!” Vector yelled over the sound of the chainsaw. The chainsaw stopped and safety equipment was removed. 

“Boy! You gotta stop with the ‘old man’ thing!” The rooster brushed a hand over his purple comb in frustration. “The name’s Don.” 

Vector rolled his eyes. 

Don didn’t let him respond. “Help me load this wood into the truck, boy!”

Once the back of the truck was full of wood, the rooster knocked on the front door of the house and collected some money from the owner. 

Vector held out his hand looking for his payment. Don stood up straight and looked down at the teen. “3 dollars an hour.” Don looked at his watch. “We have been here for 4 hours.” 

Vector's eyes sparkled, “So, 12 dollars?” 

“Subtract 4 dollars, for the 4 stolen spray paint cans.” Don gruffed.

Vector's face fell into a pout, but he didn’t argue. It was still 8 dollars. 

“Now kid, where do you need me to drop you off?” 

“Just drop me off at the high school.” Vector mumbled. 

They jumped into the truck. Vector looked down at the money while Don put a tape into the truck's cassette player. Vector recognised his own mix tape playing. His face snapped to the rooster. 

Don smirked. “My roommate works for a radio station and he picks up any kind of music he can.” 

“You know someone that works for the RADIO?! He bought my music?! DOES HE LIKE IT!?” He yelled in excitement. 

Don winced at the loud croc. “He likes every kind of music, it's kinda annoying.”

“Is he going to play my music on the radio station!?” He grabbed the sides of his head in unbelief. 

“Now slow down kid. He isn’t exactly the top dog at the station.” He put a hand up to calm the teen croc down.

“How did he get into the radio station!? That would be my DREAM JOB!” Vector was still yelling.

Don took a hand to cover his ear. “He studied it in college and got an internship.”

Vector's face fell. He didn’t have the money to go to college. It wasn’t part of his plan. He hadn’t really thought of what he wanted to do other than get money and be famous. 

“Can you get an internship without going to college?” The teen boy asked quietly.

Don dropped his hand and shrugged “I donno kid, I know that college has people that help you get internships.” 

“Mmmmm.” Vector thought. 

“We are here, kid. This is where we part ways.” The truck slowed to a stop in front of the high school. 

Vector jumped out of the truck but turned back. “Wait! How do I contact you again?” 

“Again? I just made you work to pay for the things you stole, I was kinda thinking this was a one time thing.” Don scratched at the back of his head. 

“Don’t you need help?” Vector crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at Don. “You do a lot of hard work for an ~old man~.” The teen teased.

“Watch it boy!” He pointed a sharp finger at the teasing teen. “You keep calling me old man and I am not hiring you ever again.” Don huffed. He dug through the truck center console and found a business card. “Here if you need a job, call me. Just warning you though. I get up early and go to bed early. If you call me when the sun is down I won’t answer.” 

“Yes, sir.” Vector nodded. 

“Ha! See one day of honest work and you already have better manners.” Don drove away with a smirk.

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my head cannon for how Vector grew up and how the Chaotix came together. The other characters are coming don't worry.

Ch. 2: Vector Ch. 2 – @tigers-eyes-26 on Tumblr

[abbielauren2024]

Just own it at this point, Vector! You’re unofficially officially a dad XD

The Art of Espionage fic link

[hedgehog-university-au]

"Go to Sleep" means "I Love You"

Okay so I'm obsessed with platonic forms of affection and also the joke about "kissing the homies goodnight" but like in an literal platonic way, and also love having Vector fully take on the Dad role. And as a college student I know the struggle of staying up way too late and needed to be forced to go to bed. So this is a little silly thing I wrote for the boys.

Espio blinked back his weariness as he stared at his glowing laptop screen and labored over how to finish this sentence. Just three more paragraphs to go, and he'd be finish with the first draft of the paper. Then he could go back, make a few rounds of edits and proofread, and he could actually maybe submit it. It was so close.

He'd been sitting in the mostly dark lounge, lit only by his and Charmy's computer screens and a singular lamp, for the last few hours, trying to type this out. His writing speed had significantly decreased as the night dragged on. The quality of his writing might also be decreasing, but his eyes were getting blurry and he couldn't focus enough to re-read anything. He stared at the flashing text cursor at the end of the last word he'd written.

Charmy, the only other person in the lounge, laughed loudly at whatever brainrot video he was watching at this point. Espio glanced up at the noise, blinking again as his eyes tried to adjust away from the light of the computer screen. Charmy laughed again; a prolonged, unhinged set of snickers that indicated he was verging on loopy from being tired. He pulled out his earbuds. "Espio, you-- you gotta see--!" His voice was lost in his fit of snorting laughter.

Espio shook his head. "You already showed me five videos. I need to finish up this paper."

"You're so lame." Charmy pouted as he put one earbud back in. His disappointment quickly disappeared as he started laughing at his video once again.

The door to the lounge burst open, and Vector poked his head in. He was already dressed for bed in a t-shirt and boxers, his eyelids drooping as he glared at them. "Guys, it's 1 am. What're ya doing?"

Charmy attempted to suppress his loopy laughter, which only succeeded in making him laugh more. "Watch-- snort-- watching YouTube," he finally got out.

Espio scoffed, only half-glancing up from his laptop. "At least I'm actually studying."

Vector rolled his eyes. "You've been studyin' all day. You can rest a little too, ya know."

"I have to finish this paper."

"When is it due?"

Espio had enough decency to feel a bit embarrassed. "A week from now?"

"FOR FREAKING SAKE, GO TO SLEEP, ESPIO!"

"It's almost done. Just let me finish it and I'll go to bed." Or at least, go sit in his bed and get his reading done. Maybe then he'd be enough ahead he could feel justified to actually relax...

Charmy piped in, "Yeah, and I'm keeping him company, so I should get to stay up too!"

"More like distracting me," Espio muttered under his breath as he went back to his laptop. He felt a twinge of guilt as the words left his mouth. He didn't really mean it. But Charmy didn't even seem to notice.

"No, you need sleep," Vector told Charmy. "You get all hyper and grumpy when you're tired."

"I'm not tired at all!" Charmy complained. As if on cue, he yawned.

Vector yawned in response, then growled under his breath. "Nope," he groaned, walking towards them. "That's it. C'mon, ya little brats."

Suddenly Espio was being lifted off the couch. A flash of panic hit him, but Vector simply picked him up and flung him over his shoulder. Like he weighed nothing. He grabbed Charmy under his other arm and marched them down the hall.

Charmy protested the indignity loudly. Espio craned his neck to see what Vector was doing with them. Vector stopped at Charmy's room first, kicking the door open with no regard to quiet hours and legit throwing Charmy onto his bed. "SLEEP," Vector ordered, chucking his bee plushie at him. He stomped over and kissed Charmy's forehead, like he was a little kid. Then he wheeled around and carried Espio to his room.

He was tall enough that he barely even had to hoist Espio up to dump him in his loft bed. Vector flung a blanket onto him.

Then he pulled Espio over to the edge of the bed and planted a kiss on the top of Espio's head.

Ummmmm...

What-- what was that? Heat rose to Espio's face. With Charmy he'd thought it was a joke. He did act like a kid sometimes. But Espio hadn't thought...

"Now get to sleep, punk," Vector said. His voice, as always, was gruff and growly. But there was a hint of... affection. He shut the lights out and closed the door.

Espio curled up under the blanket. His mind buzzed. As far as he could remember, he'd never had a goodnight kiss. His parents were not... affectionate people. And he'd certainly never expected one from Vector, of all people.

But it had seemed so natural. Was that what most parents were like? Did they playfully put their kids to bed, with roughhousing and teasing? Did they give their kids goodnight kisses?

Did those kids know how lucky they were?

No, this whole thinking was ridiculous. Vector was his RA. Just his RA. Yeah, sometimes he called him "Father," and Vector would called him "Son," but that was a joke. Surely Vector was just doing the whole thing "for the bit."

But... Curled up on his bed, Espio felt warm. Complete. Like his whole life, some part of his routine had been missing. And Vector had just put in the missing piece. It was ridiculous. But despite himself, there was a smile on his face.

It was strange. There was such a distinct difference between being sent to bed by his parents and sent to bed by Vector. Vector was louder and gruffer and more grouchy than his parents. His parents never yelled at him to go to bed. They said it with the same cold monotone they said everything else in.

And yet, he felt more warmth when Vector called him a brat or a punk than when his parents called him by his name.

It felt like...

It felt like, when Vector said the words "go to bed," he really meant...

"I love ya, kid."

[prince-less]

They do thing every other night, much to the neighbor's dismay. As if it's they're fault.

Bonus image:

Finally caught

[nights-nonsensical-ramblings]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

can i interest you in vector being a good dad in this trying time?

[tigers-eyes-26]

Vector Ch. 2

Vector helped out Don a lot. He carried Don’s tools, moved furniture, set up ladders, laid out paint tarps, cleaned up glass, mopped up water, carried out old ac units and heaters. Don was skilled in about every type of work. Plumbing, windows, electric, roofing, fencing and even auto mechanics. Vector admired his hardworking, no nonsense attitude. “Well, when you can’t afford to buy anything, you learn to fix everything.” Don came from a similar place Vector did. 

Vector eventually got to meet Nite. After work Don would drive Nite to the radio station. One night when Vector knew his mom had a date, he asked to join the two roommates. 

Don stayed around to make sure Vector didn't cause any trouble for Nite. The night shift was the only shift that was available for Nite at the moment, but it suited him well. Nite gave Vector the rundown of the place. Vector obeyed the no-talking-when-this-light-is-on rule pretty well. So, Don took a nap on the old couch that was in the corner of the room. 

In between sets Nite told Vector that they were saving up money to buy some land on top of a hill overlooking the city to build their own radio station. 

Vector would go to the station every night after that. Nite let him into the radio station and taught him some things. Even let him play some music for the night listeners. In between they would talk about different music genres. Even though rap, hip hop, and punk rock were his favorite music genres he now found jazz, funk, blues, and classic rock were making their way through his headphones.  

Most nights Vector would fall asleep on the old couch in the station. His mama never asked where he was, he kinda wished she cared enough to.

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Don and Nite didn’t steal things or threaten people or drink their lives away. They just worked. He saw them buy the land. He helped them build a house/radio station. He saw them become pillars of the community. Don with his handyman and construction expertise and Nite with being the favorite radio man of Seaside City.

While hanging out with Don and Nite, Vector slowly stopped hanging out with his former friends. He really didn’t need his old gang anymore. He was getting some good money, and had a place to stay if his mom got into one of her moods. He felt good to be working for the things he wanted and learning more about radio and music. Stealing and scrapping was a thing of his past. 

His gang members noticed. They would invite him back. They would ask for his protection while they did shady things.  Invite him to brawls, so they could bet on him like old times. Ask him to threaten some rival group.

He decided he was done with that kind of life. He didn’t want to always be looking over his shoulder for the rest of his life. He told them he was done. They didn’t like that. Vector was an asset to them. A good guard dog. A good brawler. To get him back they threatened his mom.

He had to follow his mom everywhere she went. He would sit in the corner of the bars and watch her drink herself silly as he made stink eyes to anyone that even looked her way.  Making sure she didn’t stumble into dark alley ways on her way home. He locked and checked all her windows and doors each night and didn’t sleep much as every sound woke him up thinking it was someone trying to break in. He was wearing thin. 

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Don and Nite noticed Vector's absence. Nite made an announcement over the late night radio show. Don drove through the neighborhood looking for the teen. Vector hadn’t really told them where he lived. He kept his home life close to his chest. Both Don and Nite had picked up and connected some dots. But if the kid didn't want to share about his home life, they wouldn't force him. 

Don eventually found him sitting on a stoop. “Vector!” The teen’s eyes snapped up to the rooster. He had jumped out of his truck and jogged to the teen. “We’ve been worried about ya, kid!”

Vector looked away from him ashamed. 

The rooster looked closer and saw bags under the kids eyes. “You doin’ alright?” 

Vector shook his head. 

“Common kid! Did you take a vow of silence?” 

Vector turned on his walkman and looked at the street.

Don swiped the headphones off the teen head. 

“Hey!” The disgruntled croc snapped. 

“It's not polite to ignore your elders, kid!”  Don hoped the joke would lighten the somber mood.

Vector stood trying to look as menacing as possible. Don could see the end of his snout quiver and tears building in his eyes. 

If he knew anything about teenagers it was they hated to cry in front of people. “Hey Vector...” He started softly. “Let's talk this out in the truck, Yah?”

Vector shook his head causing the tears to spill over. “I can’t leave her.” his voice cracked. 

“Then we won’t drive anywhere.” 

Vector nodded in agreement. 

Don quickly ushered the teen into the work truck. The rooster learned that day that the term crocodile tears wasn’t just a saying. 

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Don convinced him to go to the police. Before he would have never thought of turning his friends into the police. Snitches get stitches. Now he spilled everything. He couldn’t protect his mom by himself. It helped to have Don there with him.

Gang activity was pretty layered. To get the activity to stop, you had to get to the head. The head of the gang was usually very protected. 

The plan was that Vector would go undercover for them. He would “agree” to go back to his friends, try to become the main boss’ personal bodyguard and turn him in. It was a long con. The police promised to protect his mom, and his new friends. Learning from Don, Vector asked to be paid for doing undercover work. They agreed. 

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Lying wasn't the hard part, the hard part was deducing whether the gang members believed his lies. Vector had to learn others' body language quickly and correctly. If they even so much as hinted that they thought he wasn’t all in, he had to double down his acts of loyalty or accuse the accusers. Anything really to keep his cover. He got really good at being undercover. 

Eventually Vector was responsible for cleaning up Seaside city of gangs. He liked that he could protect the people of his community. 

He was offered a full time job as a front desk officer. It was a good paying job and all but it wasn’t as exciting as going undercover. It was basically a secretary job. 

He felt disrespected at the police station. Maybe it was because he was young, maybe it was who his mom was, he didn't know. But every slight and jab made him angrier. After all he did for these guys he deserved respect!

He was done with the police and their superiority complex. He wanted to help people no matter who they were. He wanted to take cases that went out of the city's jurisdiction. He wanted to start his own detective agency! 

He asked Don and Nite, they advised him to stay with the police station job and save up his money for the agency. 

Vector saved up his money and took up a side gig as a DJ. He was still just a teen though and no one had taught him how to spend his money wisely. He had bought some fancy kicks. He showed them off to Don and Nite. Don rolled his eyes and Nite complimented him.

He then was eyeing some jewelry. All the cool rappers had gold chains. Even Don had a silver chain. Everyone cool had a chain! He bought a gold chain and some bracelets that had gold buckles. 

“Didn't you tell me to invest my money, Don? Well, I invested in gold!” Vector flashed off his bling. Don looked annoyed and didn't reply. Nite told Vector later that Don was flattered; he just was too proud to show it.

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The dream is now in place. More Characters are coming.

Any spelling and grammar mistakes please let me know.

Ch. 1: Vector Ch. 1 – @tigers-eyes-26 on Tumblr

Ch. 3: Vector Ch. 3 – @tigers-eyes-26 on Tumblr

[tigers-eyes-26]

Vector Ch. 3

Everything was going pretty good until his mom died. She got into a car with a drunk man that drove them straight into a pole at high speeds. She wasn’t the best mom but she still was his Mama. She was the reason he got into this line of work. He tried to protect her as much as he had the bandwidth to as a kid and teen. And now she was just… gone.

Don and Nite tried to help him as best they could. They didn’t really know his mama very well. Vector had been embarrassed of her and her addictions, so he kept her and his new honorary uncles apart. 

Her family hadn't reached out to him. The last time he saw any of his extended family was when his grandpa visited. Vector was really young and only remembered that he had left the stereo system.

 He tracked down the addresses of his extended family and sent them a letter informing them that his Mama was dead. He didn’t know why no one ever reached back out to him. He had an aching feeling his mama told them to never contact them ever again and they were respecting her wishes. He didn’t really want to find out. 

He felt empty and everywhere he went in the city reminded him of his mom. He decided he needed to leave. Maybe he would travel the world? He took his money, told Don and Nite of his plans and left. He was 18 at the time. 

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Vector thought about all the pain in his mama’s life and hoped she wasn’t in any pain wherever she was. In his travels Vector dove into researching everything he could about an afterlife or about ghosts. 

He got conned by a so-called medium once. After that, he made it his personal mission to expose the fakes. They wouldn't prey upon the mourning people anymore! He used his skills he had learned going undercover. He learned their tricks and methods and used it against them. He got some pretty decent cash doing so. But it didn't bring him any closer to his goal. 

He found out about creatures that were called ghosts but they were born that way and didn't come from the spirits of people who had passed on. They freaked him out and he avoided them as much as possible.

He caught rumors and snippets of an island that was supposedly full of spirits. Not just the ghost creatures. Spirits that were alive once! He triangulated where the island could be based on the little bit of information that was out there. He rented a boat and sailed to a mountainous and heavily forested island. That could be it! 

As soon as he let down the anchor, he was knocked out from an invisible force.

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Come to find out the island wasn’t full of the spirits of people. But full of a clan of chameleon ninjas that could turn invisible. 

Vector was interrogated by the elders of the clan. He found no benefit in lying to them and they found no deceit in his answers. They were impressed that he had found their island with what little info was out there and they sympathized with him about his loss. He was let go and the elders offered to help with his grief. 

Vector accepted their offer and stayed around. He first looked into their music scene. The rhythm of their drums mixed with the magical sound of their stringed instruments and flutes. It was healing natural sounds that got him out of his funk. He started to imagine if he added a techno beat under it or an electric guitar to spice it up. He could add that to his next DJ set. 

The clan were all really educated, well read and spoke many languages and whichever language they used it was the most formal version. Because they had been at peace for a long time they would travel and teach communities self defense and come back with stories and books and knowledge. But never exposing their home island to threats.

Unlike most well educated people they didn't look down on Vector for not being formally educated. They valued all kinds of knowledge!

While walking around he caught an outdoor poetry class. Their traditional form of poetry relied on syllables. 5, 7, then 5. He sat and listened. If a poem really impressed him, he would snap his fingers in appreciation. The teacher asked him about his favorite types of poetry. He told them about slam poetry, and rap. They didn't look at his opinions as if he was dumb or lower than theirs! They all really took an interest. Especially a purple young teen named Espio. He would challenge Vector to 'poetry' battles.

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Espio had read a lot about the outside world but hadn’t been to experience it himself. He asked Vector many questions and he answered the best he could. Not all the questions were about the outside world, sometimes the questions were about who Vector was as a person. He felt like he was being interrogated but answered the boy anyway.

Vector tried to learn their way of life too. Their skills impressed him. The problem was it took years of discipline that Vector didn't have under his belt. He wasn't as balanced and agile. Some things he just didn’t have the patience for. They tried to teach him how to meditate but he would fall asleep. He did pick up some good tracking skills though. He also appreciated their strength and endurance training. 

He loved to rough house with the kids. They could take it and they would beat him most of the time. He would see how many kids he could fit on his arms and shoulders. Or how far he could throw a kid. They always landed on their feet and ran back to him to do it again. 

Some of their moves reminded him of breakdancing. He would play a hip hop beat, from a boom box he had brought on the boat, for the youths to show off their moves to. Dance battles also became a normal thing for him and youths of the island.

He loved these kids and teens. Maybe this was how Don and Nite felt about him? He should really tell them how much he appreciates them? They did really save his life. He decided it was time to head back. 

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As he was packing his things, Vector felt a presence. It happened a lot on the island. He knew he was being watched at all times, but this one felt younger.

“I know you are there.” He didn’t look up from packing. Espio appeared. 

“You are leaving.” It was a statement not a question. 

“Yah, I have some plans I need to start.”

“Your detective agency?”

“Mmmhh” Vector affirmed. 

“Can I join you?” 

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The teen was really really serious most of the time, but Vector had to look at him just to be sure. “I donno, kid. You gotta ask your parents.” 

“I don't have parents. I was raised by the elders.” 

“You gotta ask them then.” 

They meet with the elders of the clan. They determined that Espio was old enough and had completed the training necessary in order to be allowed to leave the island. They asked the two to promise to never disclose the location of the island and for Vector to destroy the evidence that led him to the island. He knew this was coming. It made sense to keep their way of life preserved.

They also asked Espio and Vector to pledge to keep each other accountable and loyal to their promise. There was a pause. Vector didn’t know much about the teen and the teen didn’t know much about him either, but he seemed like an honorable and cool kid. He agreed. They both agreed.

Some days when they annoyed each other with their individual quirks they would think about the pledge in a sour light. But they learned to love each other as brothers in arms and that meant staying together as a family through the nuisances. They both knew they were good people. 

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Espio has joined the party!

If there are any spelling and grammar mistakes, please let me know.

Ch. 4: Vector Ch. 4 – @tigers-eyes-26 on Tumblr