𝙸𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝙸𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚁𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?

ɪ. 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥

— WHEN I SAID TAKE ME TO THE MOON — 

— I NEVER MEANT TAKE ME ALONE —     

Bad had to admit, having gravity manipulated so you could walk up the side of a twenty-storey building was slightly unpleasant at first. His stomach flipped the same time as his body did, when he was first pulled up off the safe comfort of the ground and onto the glass windows that created the walls of where the Hero Council and their workers resided. 

The wind was whipping more and more as they got higher, and he couldn't hear anything anymore because his ears hadn't popped yet. Dream was obviously used to it, and didn't seem to be struggling with the change. They climbed up the wall like off-brand Spider-Man, Bad almost losing his footing and plummeting to his death once or twice, you know, no biggie. 

They made it to the roof, after twenty sets of windows, and hundreds of feet into the air. The top was underwhelming. It had the big black chutes that pumped out dark smoke like clouds, railings around the edge for safety, and a small raised room with a promising-looking door. Once Dream had undone the gravity change he had woven up, they stepped down, and Bad almost puked from the change in pressure. Dream just patted his shoulder. 

Bad stumbled over to the door, only to find it was solid steel, had reinforced hinges, and a code lock. He tapped his earpiece once, then flicked on his microphone. "Awesamdude, I need you to break this lock. It has a bunch of numbers and letters on it." Bad was talking quickly, listing off all the different combinations for Sam. Dream peered over his head and shrugged, giving Bad a small push to the side, then began winding up to punch through the door. 

"Got it." Sam replied, and the door swung open before Dream could break his hand. They thanked him and took a cautious step inside. The staircase was empty, and silent. The walls, floor, and ceiling alike all were a dull grey colour, and were stained with who knows what. A rusted blue railing was nailed into the left wall and led down to where they needed to be. 

"You need to go down ten flights of stairs to get down to floor twelve hyphen four. It's named after two villains that died trying to break in!" Sam commented, with a cheerfulness neither of them could match, or even fake. "You'll have to take the elevator, unfortunately. Do that as quietly as you can— this place is quite literally crawling with people who hate villains." 

Dream shrugged, knowing he could use his former hero status to sway some of them, though others would kill on sight. "They want you dead." 

"You too." Bad replied nonchalant, his voice dead. He was devoid of his usual kindness and calming aura. He was done. Bad just wanted to go home. "Well, never thought I'd say this, but let's do it my brother's way, no?" Dream nodded. 

"No games. Let's do this." 

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Thank god for distractions. George thought blissfully, speeding down the abandoned hallway that was leading him and Sapnap to where the city's central cameras were. They had eyes all over the streets, in the parks, especially in other Hero bases or government control places. Unfortunately for the people on watch duty currently, plan N-H required no snitches. 

There was time to waste. Technically they had the whole day to pull this elaborate mess off, but the sooner the better. Sapnap and him ran through the hall, causing minor messes as they shoved furniture out of the way just to screw up anyone tailing them. No one was, so far, but it was just a precaution.