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Tommyinnit liked to consider himself a villain but at most he was perhaps a minor inconvenience, allowed to tag along because Dream had said that he was scrawny and nimble; he could get into small places easily and was good at stealing things plus he followed a similar belief to Dream for inciting chaos. The teenager had a talent for snatching things off of innocent bystanders. He hadn’t been anything more than a petty thief until The Dream Team had found him.
This, however, was his big break. He was running, taking two steps at a time, to the top of the hero agency building which had been too easy to break into, seriously they needed to update their security. The crown of Technoblade grasped tightly between his grubby hands, he held the item as if it was a lifeline as he heard the thundering footsteps of the top heroes chasing after him. He knew that the heroes had recognised him, or rather that they had recognised that he was the kid who tailed The Dream Team and had been stealing small nick-nacks from each of the heroes each time they’d had an encounter, he was also pretty sure the heroes were growing tired of him stealing their belongings, which is what he wanted.
His earpiece was crackling in his ear, the occasional buzz of his companions orchestrating their part of the plan, nothing directed towards him yet and although the static was rather distracting Tommy wasn’t going to let it cause him to mess up, he’d been waiting for their chance for too long. Dream had been a little concerned when the teenager had proposed the plan to them but after some convincing George and Sapnap the masked villain’s thirst for chaos won out.
His legs were growing rather tired from running and he had to bite his tongue to stop himself from throwing insults back at the heroes who were failing rather miserably at catching him.
Wilbur was panting heavily as he shouted towards the wannabe villain, “Look, if you want an autograph I promise you that this isn’t the way to do it.” Tommy had to forcefully swallow down a bitter remark at that statement, did the hero really live that far up his own arse?
He tossed open the doors to the roof and with the remaining stamina he sprinted to the edge of the rooftop, twirling the crown of Technoblade on his finger, dangling it over the side of the roof as the three heroes; Crow Father, Harmony (although he’d accidentally gotten his name leaked during a press conference by new rising hero Tubbo so nobody referred to him by his hero name anymore) and Technoblade came skidding to a stop.
“I’d rather not fight a child,” Techno commented gruffly, meaning his words to ring as a threat but Tommy simply rolled his eyes in response, “And I’d also rather not clean up your body from the pavement.”
All that did was cause Tommy to elegantly flip them off and lean back to dangle the crow even further off the edge, mimicking dropping the item only to catch it in his other hand with a snicker as he watched Crow Father’s face twist into a frown. That only caused him to debate actually throwing the crown off the roof, curious if the top hero would unfold his wings and dive after the crown before it hit the ground and shattered.
“C’mon, kid, just hand the crown over, okay?” Crow Father spoke gently, trying to coax the teenager away from the edge of the roof, his eyes momentarily flickering to Tommy’s feet which balanced right on the edge. One wrong step and he’d be falling.
He could almost hear the heartbeat of the heroes filling his ears, drowning out the sound of the busy street below. He was pretty sure that this show had accumulated quite the crowd.
Wilbur held his arms up in defence, although Tommy couldn’t be certain that the hero wasn’t reaching for his guitar, “Why are you with The Dream Team anyway, kid?” He was trying his best to keep his voice sounding gentle, a complete tone shift from earlier, “We’re the good guys, we’re the heroes and if you give us the crown back then I promise you that nobody has to get hurt.” Technoblade made a huffing noise which made it clear he wasn’t the most onboard with this plan. Crow Father, however, was nodding approvingly towards his son.
“Did they threaten to hurt you? We can take you home to your family and you’ll never have to see any of them again, I promise,” Crow Father coaxed gently, “Just back away from the edge, mate.”
They had the complete opposite end of the spectrum and Tommy, quite frankly, was getting a little pissed off with them constantly referring to him as a kid too.
And finally he got his break, the static rhythmic tones of Dream’s voice crackled out of his earpiece; Whenever you’re ready, Toms. They were tuned in, waiting for his signal now, the green bandana that obscured his face hiding the smirk which was curving onto his lips.
He tossed the crown at their feet, Technoblade scooping it up and placing it in its rightful place atop his pink curls. Crow Father and Wilbur both smile approvingly at the teenager, trying to usher him forward, towards them and it would be so easy to just accept the hero's offer. But this was his big day, he'd been preparing for this and so far everything was running as smoothly as he could expect and he wasn’t about to throw that away. He could practically hear his villain companions holding their breaths through his earpiece, awaiting Tommy’s signal.
The teenager threw his arms out and allowed himself to fall. The heroes footsteps stampeding to the edge of the roof expecting to see a splatter on the ground, the remains of the wannabe villain but instead, well, it was awkward, The three heroes who stood on the rooftop memorised as Tommy slowly fell to the ground, his burgundy wings flapping behind him but not really doing a whole lot to help him on his descendant.
Confusion overtaking all three of their faces, even Techno was emoting, and Tommy couldn’t contain his laughter at the dumb looks on their faces. His middle finger protruded once again. “Y’know, you really oughta keep a better eye on your staff,” He winked.
That was their signal and he heard the noise of acknowledgement come from the otherside of his earpiece.
But none of the heroes seemed focused on the words that had exited the villain’s mouth but rather the voice which had spoken to them. Guilt heavily adorning the face of the Crow Father and Tommy had to bottle a bitter laugh, he watched all of their faces mirror each other.
Technoblade was the first to react, his voice barely above a whisper, raw with emotion as he uttered a single word; “Theseus?”
The villain reached up towards the bandana and hood that obscured his face, hid his identity, and ripped them down, “Boo.”
Staring back at the heroes was a face that they knew all too well, icy blue eyes wrinkled up with mischievous intent paired with a bitterness that couldn’t be masked. Blond curls which had grown much longer since the last time they’d seen him, messy and Wilbur wanted nothing more than to brush it back out of his face but he doubted that the villain would even let the heroes near him.
“I’d get off that fuckin’ roof if I were you,” Tommy added, a knowing smirk forming on his lips as the tell-tale sound of explosions boomed from below, directly through the heroes agency building, “It’s time to incite chaos.” He added, he hated Dream’s stupid slogan but he had promised to say it and he knew that the villain was still listening through the earpiece, as he finally landed on the ground.
Tommy didn’t bother sticking around after that comment, he knew that they’d be fine, they always were. He pulled his hood back up and slipped into the crowd which had gathered due to the sheer noise and scale of the explosion, miraculously nobody seemed hurt, perhaps scared but nobody was hurt and the teenager could count that as a win for them.
“Where are you?” He asked, not bothering to lower his voice as the volume of the screaming citizens was enough to cover him, he heard the familiar crackle of a response but he couldn’t actually hear the answer which caused Tommy to almost have a heart attack as he felt a hand land on his shoulder, his head whipping around to see Sapnap - who was dressed in a guard uniform - standing behind him. Tommy flipped him off in response but he wasn’t getting away with that as the blaze hybrid pulled him into a tight hug, muttering something that Tommy couldn’t hear over the screams.
He was guided under the cover of Sapnap’s arm, keeping him hidden in-case any of the citizens surrounding were bystanders from his little show with Crow Father, Wilbur and Technoblade or in-case the heroes themselves chose to pursue him. Not that the teenager expected for the heroes to follow after him, they had a job to do after all. But he was still grateful for the cover regardless as Sapnap led them to their get-away vehicle
“He said my slogan!” Dream cooed as he pulled Tommy into the security of their get-away vehicle, which was literally a caravan, and into his arms, ruffling the teenager’s hair causing Tommy to try and duck away from the affection. Yes, The Dream Team totally threatened to hurt me, The villain thought back to Crow Father’s assumption and almost laughed out loud, truthfully he didn’t think anyone in The Dream Team was capable of hurting him. He saw the dopey grin on Sapnap’s face as he watched the exchange and there was a small smile threatening to pull on George’s lips too as he tapped away at his computer, shutting it down for the night.
“Get off me, you fuckin’ bitch,” Tommy whined but he wasn’t really trying all that hard to get out of the grasp, “Did you manage to get everyone out okay?” He asked Sapnap, deciding to ignore Dream, or at least trying to ignore Dream.
Sapnap nodded, “Told them there was a gas leak and got everyone out of the building before George set the explosives off.” They may be villians and they may be pushing for chaos but that didn’t mean they wanted people to get hurt, not physically anyway, that was their first rule for inciting chaos; nobody gets hurt unless they deserved it, of course.
George spun around in his chair, “It all went according to plan then?” He had a mischievous glint dancing behind his eyes, a grin forming onto his face which only widened as Tommy nodded,
“You should’ve seen the look on their faces, I thought they were all going to shit their pants,” He cackled, “Your timing couldn’t have been any better!”
“And your wings didn’t slow you down too much, did they?” Dream asked carefully, Tommy rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, pushing the masked villain off of him,
“They always slow me down, that’s kind of the whole point, dumbass.”
“You know what I mean.”
Tommy groaned, “No, it was fine, I said the timing was perfect, didn’t I?” But there wasn’t any real bite behind his words, the teenager was more tired out than anything else, he crawled over the sofa to where Sapnap was sitting and curled into the blaze hybrid’s side deciding to use him as his own personal heater.
The blaze hybrid smirked at Dream, not saying a word but he didn’t have to, holding back a laugh as the masked villain turned to George and pouted who simply shrugged. “We know who's the favourite,” George teased.
“You can’t go sulking to George either,” Sapnap said in a sing-song tone, “It’s your turn to drive us the fuck out of here.”
Dream murmured something under his breath and Tommy made a mental note to use those creative swears that he was hearing but ultimately the masked villain knew that they did need to leave, the heroes would be hot on their tail soon enough especially after Tommy’s little spectacle and they couldn’t afford being caught off guard.
For now they would head back to the base and prepare their next move. Tommy fell asleep next to Sapnap as the blaze hybrid engaged in a conversation with George, Dream driving them home.