Vigilantes are Wronguns, but this one's okay

Murderers that Glow

WARNINGS!!!!
A lot of blood, passing out, pretty major wounds, medical shit. Nothing too graphic, I don't explain everything in perfect detail, but you've been warned just in case! Stay safe loves!

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"You're almost ready, my Finale." That strange voice twisted through his brain, currently a fuzz of purple and darkness that he was almost too familiar with at this point. "Just a little longer and you'll be ready. You'll create such a beautifully tragic story."

With that, Ranboo's consciousness sunk away, drowning in the purple haze.

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Tubbo's wings buzzed behind him, his thoughts swirling in worry and slight panic as he zipped down the streets.

Tubbo went home that evening on the high of a good day, only to be met with an oddly empty apartment. There was no note, no indication of Ranboo coming home, absolutely nothing.

He waited, of course, but when Ranboo wasn't home by eight, the bad feeling in his stomach got stronger and stronger as each minute passed, no sign of his husband returning. Tubbo sent out his bees but they came back empty, which meant something was terribly wrong.

He flew out his window in full vigilante getup, buzzing over the streets in a mad dash to find his best friend. His platonic soulmate, the only person he had left.

He doesn't know what he would do if he couldn't find Ranboo, the guy left his phone at home, still plugged in by their bed as if he had forgotten it.

Ranboo may have been forgetful from time to time, but he has never left his phone behind for long. It had all his alarms, notes, trackers for him and Tubbo, work things, it had everything on there. There was no way he would leave it behind without informing Tubbo somehow.

Tubbo felt sick as he raced through the streets, eyes flickering around for any familiar sight of his enderian friend, any flashes of white or black having him do a double take before flying off in disappointment as he realized it was only a shadow or some trash.

One odd thing that did capture his attention however, was an odd blue glow, barely showing from behind an air vent atop a nearby roof.

Tubbo's curiosity had him hovering closer, zipping towards it with narrowed eyes.

That is... until it moved.

Tubbo forced himself to a stop, only a mere twenty feet from the humanoid figure that appeared from behind its hiding spot.

He squinted in the darkness, his eyes adjusting to the odd glow compared to the dim lighting of the rooftop and the brightness of the streets below.

The figure removed his hood, revealing a familiar face that had Tubbo's wings snap shut to force him to land on the roof, his eyes staring into an unearthly glow.

Blond hair, greenish eyes that glowed slightly blue, glowing aqua streaks throughout his hair, and now, in the dark, he could make out tiny freckles that glowed against the dusty darkness.

Dream.

The man was eerily emotionless, hands empty as he stared at Tubbo soullessly.

"Dream...?" Tubbo asked, "is that... is that you?"

A nod.

"Dream. My name is Apis. I can help you." Tubbo started slowly, lifting his hands to show that they were empty and that he wasn't a threat. "I'm a vigilante, I know you've been missing for the last three months." Tubbo took a careful step forward. He doesn't know why Dream went missing. The man could have gone off the grid for illegal reasons, he could've been kidnapped, anything could've happened within the three months he'd been gone. Tubbo had to play it safe.