𝙸𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝙸𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚁𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?

𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐩

— that's the way every day goes —

— every day with no control — 

ty all sm for 800 votes!! so close to one thousand hello hi im sobbing /pos

a lil burnt out buT THIS IS ALMOST OVER AAAAA IM EXCITED :DD

it's been a wild ride, i don't remember half the things i've written for this book, thanks for sticking to the end <3

yes, i have plans for a sequel, however my motivation might go bye WHO KNOWS

definitely not me god what am i doing ✋

tw for guns, heavy violence, death, injuries, being knocked out, slight gore 

Maia was silent for a couple beats, then glanced at Aya, who laid on the floor with a pale face, beads of sweat dripping down their forehead. She looked back up, stepping closer to her sibling. "I'm not letting you get hurt," she whispered, eyes like chips of ice. Aya gave her a broken grin. "Surely they wouldn't arrest a police officer, and her hurt sibling? That'd be unjust. Then again, the Hero Council doesn't seem one for justice anyways..." 

 She hummed, turning around to face the gun pointed at her head. With a smile dripping with faux sweetness, she quietly told the man something no one wanted to hear— something so cold, I don't want to repeat it here. He dropped the gun. Her smile widened. 

"Hey, Dream?" She asked into her phone, holding out her hand for Aya to take. Dream muttered a huh? in response. "Back up, perhaps?" 

"Look behind you." Maia smirked wickedly, finding a band of people brandishing weapons and looking to her for command. She could recognize some— Eret, who Dream had mention when he rushed to tell her everything that had been going on; Bad and Skeppy, looking both anxious and happy to be together again; and a hero she had seen from the front lines of a villain attack (a real villain, not Necro-Sin). He looked like the type of guy to steal your phone then hold it over your head, despite being only, like, an inch taller than you. Purpled, maybe? 

"Hey, y'all." They murmured a small chorus of greetings back, and she grinned. "Ready to kick some bad-guy butt?" Was she only trying not to swear for Bad? Yes. Did that mean she would never swear again? Definitely not. 

"WOOO!!" George came flying in, surfing the sky with his board of solid air. Maia rolled her eyes at his antics, part secretly wishing she'd had that cool of an entrance, part thinking he looked stupid. Tubbo jogged up from behind, the overalls she had stitched sunflowers onto a little ripped and scuffed some places. He offered a small "hello!" before joining the group, Dream right on his tail and looking awkward and antsy. She turned to George. He seemed ruffled and cheesed— they had fought, she knew that, because Dream was exposed to working for Good. He had left to talk to her. 

 Maia was aware of everything that had happened now, everything from Dream dropping his career to try and be a good person to George's off handed comments about how he thought Dream was cute. Maybe it would've been better if Dream had just stayed a hero, stayed away, stayed safer. Maybe none of this would have happened. Maybe it would've been worse. Butterfly effect, you know? 

"They're here." Tubbo said abruptly, eyes unfocused. Maia grinned, a malicious glint in her eyes, as the boy continued. "Fourteen, maybe. Some footsteps are very heavy whereas some don't sound like footsteps at all— a wheelchair, maybe?" He shrugged, tapping the device in his ear. "One sounds like hoofs. D'you think it's Techno?"