𝙸𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝙸𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚁𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?

ᴠɪ. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡

— it was never meant to be — 

It was eerily calm as they waited for Tubbo to do whatever he was doing, the soft clicks of his keyboard resonating through their earpieces. Dream had taken his one out, and essentially put it on "speaker mode", like you could on an actual phone call. Anxiety twisted in the air, wafting off of each person, it felt suffocating to linger, too much a stark change from the fast-paced fighting. Finally, his voice piqued with excitement, the younger boy spoke up. "I got it!" 

Dream and Bad both let out a long breath of relief, Bad's hand fluttering to his chest, while George just let out a giddy whoop. His partner looked at him, concerned. "There's barely any security— they made this in a hurry, it's really rushed..." He paused, fingers flying over the keys, and chewed at his bottom lip. 

Tubbo muttered short, foul language, and Bad gave up trying to convince these people not to curse. "What is it, Tubbo?" Techno asked calmly, devoid of the worry Bad was feeling. Which wasn't unusual for him, it would have been if he had let the nerves sparking in his blood shine through. 

"It's... not as rushed as I thought. Remember the Sokaipyo? All of that security got backed-up onto this website, now it's tricky to get into. Not impossible!" He clarified, a tinge of hopefulness yet. "But it'll take two things. Two connected things. Techno, Good has one of them. Bad, you have the other." 

Bad's mouth fell open, and he clamped it back shut. The silver bracelet whirred like it could sense how he felt. Maybe it could. You never knew with Good, and that fact was starting to put Bad on edge. But obviously it was fine, I mean, it was his brother after all. His mind returned to the bear that Good had kept after all those years, and all his distrust faded. "This thing?" He held his wrist up to Dream, who shrugged. Tubbo nodded impatiently from the other side of the call. 

"Yeah, the bracelet. Both of them contain half of a code. You need to get yours into a keyhole in the ground on Sietlett street, okay? As fast as you can. Techno, tell Good that." Tubbs said quickly. Techno muttered a small obligation, and left the call. Dream looked at George, then smiled sadly, and looked at Bad instead. 

"I can't leave him here." 

 A voice sounded from outside of the window. "That's okay. You can stay, loser." Bad whirled around, and was met with a surprise that flooded him with both shock and relief. 

"Sapnap?"  ͙

⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ 

The ravenette grinned smugly, punching through the layered glass like it was only a thin piece of ice, clear shatters raining on the ground. Bad wanted to hug him. "Need a ride?" 

Dream rolled his eyes, petty from being called a loser. Bad, on the other hand, looked at Sapnap like he was his saving grace. Which he basically was. He happily jumped on his back, piggyback-style, and pointed out the way Sapnap had broken in. "On, my stead!" He giggled despite himself, a hopeful grin overtaking his face. Sapnap chuckled lightly. 

"On we shall go!" He shouted, then took a running start out the window, leaping out of it with no hesitation. Bad screeched. The sky outside was a bright azure, not a single cloud in sight. People down in the street were milling about, anxiously buzzing together, all staring at the huge hologram of Schlatt. The video of him played on repeat, like a broken record, relaying the message of "Stay calm. Our Heroes are here for you. Those puny villains won't deter us." 

And, for a second, they were falling. 

But, Sapnap started to float, and up they rose again, Bad with his hands clamped firmly over his eyes. The cut on his back stung terribly as it opened slightly, and Bad shrieked in pain. Sapnap gave him a sympathetic look, but continued his way to Sietlett Street. Just like the saying goes; no rest for the weary, and no healing for the villains. The second half's the part you never hear. What you do—is that the good always win. Puts it into perspective, doesn't it?