Vigilantes are Wronguns, but this one's okay

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"Shit!" Tubbo whispered, his breathing heavy as he practically crash landed in a dumpster, shutting the top over himself and covering his mouth with his hand to silence his breathing.

He could feel a warm drop of blood drip slowly from his ear and down his neck, making him shiver at the unpleasant feeling of it.

It stung like a bitch, Theseus certainly wasn't holding back in the slightest when it came to taking Apis down. Seriously, how was he supposed to explain why his ear had a very clean looking chunk chopped out of it?

Primes, he couldn't be more grateful for his own fast reflexes, or else it might've not just been his ear that got sliced into.

"Apis!" Tubbo flinched in his hiding spot, doing his best not to make a single sound as Theseus searched for him.

He almost gasped when a loud thud sounded from the top of the dumpster, presumably Theseus landing atop it.

"Where'd you go, you bee looking mother fucker?" He could hear Theseus snarl, then jump to the ground.

"Corvus," the hero said. His voice was muffled because of Tubbo's hiding spot, but he could make out his words just fine. "Do you spot anything from your position?"

Was Theseus trying to trap Tubbo now? Have they already advanced from small games of cat and mouse, to cleverly thought out plans?

"You're kidding."

Tubbo grinned to himself, guessing that the hero just heard that Apis was nowhere to be seen.

A slam, presumably in frustration, sounded from the side of the dumpster, making Tubbo gasp. He froze immediately, body stiffening in preparation to bolt out of there if need be.

Please tell me you didn't hear that, please tell me you didn't hear that, please tell me you didn't hear that.

Tubbo waited in silence, heart pounding loudly in his ears.

A shuffling was heard, before he could hear Theseus leap up, feet slamming onto the lid of the dumpster once more. "You fucker. I know you're in there. I can hear you buzzing." He hissed above Tubbo. He stomped on the lid once more, making Tubbo flinch, "Corvus, I've got him trapped, bring the others as well. He's a slippery son of a bitch."

Curse his anxious feelings causing him to give away his hiding place! He wasn't focusing on not producing sound! Fuck!

Wait wait wait- the others?

Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck shit fuck fuck fuck.

Tubbo was in quite the awkward position, nasty trash squashed beneath him, a hero above his head, and barely any room to maneuver around. Well, hiding wasn't going to do him any good anymore.

He positioned himself on his back, and with his feet, bashed the top of the dumpster, attempting to push the lid up with the element of surprise on his side.

But other than a slight stumble, he had no luck, Tommy stomping on the lid once again, "quiet down, backup will be here soon enough and we'll get you into a nice, comfortable, jail cell."

"How heavy are you?" Tubbo scoffed, still trying to lift the lid with his legs, "you're like a fucking bag of bricks."

He could practically hear Tommy's baffled expression, "I'll have you know I am a healthy weight! You're just a weak ass mother fucker."

"And you're a fucking bitch!" Tubbo snapped back, shoving harder on the lid, "let me out so we can fight this out fairly!"

"Do you want me to beat your ass again?" Tommy asked cockily, "because last I checked, you were running from me."