Everything was stopped in the room. George sneezed from the high roof, arm still battered and bloody, Dream paused mid-way through a kick sending an unfortunate blue suit-clad man backwards, and the hordes of officers seized in their tracks. Bad stood up shakily, taking a shallow breath. No one moved. His yell had shocked them to silence.
With a trembling, deathly quiet voice, he spoke. "It broke."
Dream felt a bead of sweat drip down his forehead. The fight had been wearing down on him, it had already lasted longer than they had prepared for, and now the chip had been broken. The one thing they came for. Their plan had failed, and let down everyone.
It was the final straw.
With a shuddering roar, a giant gust of air blasted everyone back. This included Bad, who hit the Sokaipyo with an echoing clang. Those unharmed enough to attempt standing up were met with legs with too much gravity weighing down on them to move. The air around Dream crackled. George awed, tinges of colour returning to his face, as he watched the blonde release all of his pent-up emotions.
Dream began glowing, the dark green of his shirt seeping bright tendrils of energy while his vest shone like oil: black with threads of rainbows. The headdress Maia had made from shreds of white silk became undone, black string no longer strong enough to keep the pieces together, and the remains of what used to be his opera mask fluttered in the staticky energy that Dream was pulsing.
Someone— a fool, really tried to get near him, crawling with one arm broken, the other dragging himself forward. Bad felt a flicker of guilt for the woman, slightly impressed that she was still loyal to her orders. Then again, they were corrupt orders, but that didn't stop his small wince when Dream simply pointed a finger to her struggling body and she hacked up blood.
The woman fell limp on the floor. Dream turned to him calmly, eyes burning like lime-coloured flames, area around him stiflingly hot with electricity and messy gravity. "I am going to destroy this room. Get George and yourself out." Bad nodded quickly, picking himself off the metal ledge and back into the air. His wings flapped, off balance.
A stab of pain shot through the muscles in his shoulder, and his takeoff stumbled. He let out a hiss, squeezing his eye shut tightly, and checked where the injury was. Bad strained his neck to see, but soon as he did, he really wished he hadn't.
When that person had pushed him forward and broken the chip, they had cut him with a shard of glass. There was a rip in the centre of his back, right where his wing connected with his shoulder blade, the skin torn like he had been sliced open. Bad could barely move the wing without intense strain.
His flight was uneven, but he managed to get to George, and gently scooped him off the roof. "Hey, George. We gotta go." George blinked sleepily back at him, then looked at Dream, who appeared to be powering up. His eyes were closed.
"He'sh gonna blow them up?" Bad nodded again, landing precariously near the door. George giggled quietly, murmuring "I'm glad." Bad wasn't sure if he agreed or not, if he was being completely transparent. They had failed the one thing they were supposed to do, so what was the point in finishing them all off?
They shut the door behind them, room empty of people, instead crammed with desks and papers and all boring things. Bad remembered Skeppy's comment on hero paperwork: bleh. He could understand why.
BOOM.
The building shook like an earthquake had hit for a full thirty seconds, Bad steadying himself on a row of shelves while George spun around in a black chair, giddy from adrenaline and his body trying to mute some pain in his arm. Then, the shaking stopped, and Dream walked out, completely unfazed. His outfit was burned and torn in places, his hair was a mess, and if it wasn't for the dirt and red on his face, Bad would've seen what he actually looked like, because unlike George, he actually didn't know. Dream smiled cheerfully like he hadn't done anything. "Have you called Tubbo?"
Bad gave him a questioning look, then shook his head. "No, I broke my earpiece, remember?" Dream's eyes widened when the memory of Sam not turning out to be actually Sam flooded back, and Bad crushed the small piece of machinery.
"Right. Sorry." He let himself calm down, the giddiness and high from the fight still fuelling his blood. Then Dream double-tapped his own earpiece. "Tubbo?"
There was a small bit of crackle from the other side, but the brunette answered fairly quickly. "Hi! Uh, the person impersan- impersonating Sam is asleep now. Is the Sokai- Sokaipyo secure?" Tubbo stumbled over his words slightly, mispronouncing the name. Bad couldn't blame him. It was a weird name.
"No. They broke the chip." Tubbo cursed under his breath, but it was quiet enough that Bad didn't hear.
There was a small beep of someone joining the call. It almost sounded like the Discord ping.
"Hey." Techno's deep voice echoed dully like he was in an empty hall. "You guys get the tech?" Dream replied again no. Techno seemed like he had expected this. "Well, it doesn't matter. Turns out it was a decoy, very risky decoy, but it worked."
Tubbo raised his eyebrows. "How do you know?"
"Because they have giant holographic videos of the President of the Hero Council everywhere, all over the city, telling people to stay calm even though me, Good, and Maia are making a scene." He meant they were destroying stuff and probably committing arson as well.
An idea sparked in Dream's mind. "Tubbo, could you hack that?" Tubbo cracked the bones in his fingers, preparing.
"Let's see."
hi! uh, so i said i would post a tubbo cosplay, but my mom said no, so here's my bee instead :D
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