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Everyone was busy talking. That's what everyone always does at fancy parties, acting all snobby and showing off their richness or whatever. It was never any fun unless someone died, which would be happening tonight so thankfully there'll be fun at the party later. Well it wouldn't be actual fun, just another chaos event in L'manburg city that the heroes will be late to, like they always are, lazy bums, Wilbur thought while sitting on the edge of a rooftop on the building across from the mansion fancy place, whatever it's called, well not across but across and two buildings away.
The perfect shot to shoot the target.
Wilbur continued sitting boredly, wearing his usual villain attire, dark trench coat, dark grey shirt underneath, black cargo pants, a belt around his pants that had compartments for things, and black combat boots, and wearing his trusty dusty respirator mask over his face. ‘Emo’ is what Quackity calls it and ‘You could do better than that’ Techno always said, which wasn't fair, not everyone wants to dress fancy just for it to get messed up, best to be comfy is basically his motto.
He sighed and put down his gun(will put a specific gun there later), looking at the party through the windows. Any time now Phil or Techno would give the signal for him to shoot, yet it's been 3 hours. It wasn't that it wasn't unusual for them to be that long. It just irked him that he had to stay on the building rooftop for that long without much to do…
Okay maybe that was on him for not bringing entertainment
After sitting for a few more minutes, Wilbur heard the sound of someone walking on nearby, he instantly glanced around, seeing Dream, that damn egotistical top here with the weird mask, Wilbur never liked him, not because he was a hero and he himself was a villain but because his choice of his outfit was just horrendous. Besides just staring, Wilbur quickly rolled on his side to hide behind a green house that the owner of the building had.
Normally Wilbur wouldn't have minded a good fight but right now wasn't a good time, especially after the damn hero commission XD announced that the heroes now had power ups, which wasn't fair, Dream was already powerful as is with his controlling weird strings!
It also pissed him off more than that, those power ups were what Sam made before he left the hero world to join The Syndicate.
Wilbur stayed where he was, trying not to be seen but then jumped slightly as the green house moved, well, that wasn't good.
“Mind telling me what you're up to, Shadows of Death?” Dream spoke, standing on the building beside the one he was at, Flame was seen crouching by his side, holding a ball of flame in his hand.
Wilbur rolled his eyes at the name, gripping his gun as he stood up, facing them, what was with every hero and person trying to make his name related to Phil's or someone else's
“Well last I checked my name was just Shadow or something, I forgot myself and also, there's a thing called free will you know!”
Wilbur laughed slightly to himself as he spoke the last bit, an inside joke he made with the heroes after the one time he was high off his ass and pissed 404 off so much he literally yelled at him, saying something along the lines of ‘You're a villain, Shadow, I'm pretty sure you wouldnt even give a shit if there was no free will!’
Flame scoffed after Wilbur spoke, poor poor Flamey was still pissed off at him after he pushed him off that building but in Wilbur's defense he was being too egotistical (not surprising from a top hero)
“Shut your mouth, Shadow!”
Wilbur pouted playfully “That's not nice Flamey but that's not surprising considering your anger issues-” He got cut off when a fire ball went his way, he jumped out of the way the fastest he could, barely missing it by two inches “Ay! Thats playing dirty!” Wilbur complained
Flame was clearly agitated by now, ignores the protests from Dream to think smartly and jumped to the rooftop Wilbur was on
“Oh I'll teach you a thing or two about what playing dirty really is!” Flames fists had fire on them as he just started trying to punch at Wilbur
Wilbur pretended to be scared, mockingly setting his gun down and kicking it away as he kept dodging the punches “Oh come on Flame you can do better, dont trip again!-”
He was cut off again as felt faint strings around him, Dream's controlling strings, he barely had time to use his power before Flame punched him in the gut, Wilbur grunted but quickly looked down at Flame's shadow and then Wilbur faded into it
Well, he tried to fade into it, turns out Dream's strings got stronger from those damn power boosters and suddenly he got dragged out of the shadow, landing back on the ground
“Fuck-”
He groaned again, this was not what he was planning
Flame stood beside him, looking pushed still and grabbed Wilbur by his shirt, lifting him up despite the height difference, Flame was strong and easily lifted Wilbur up
“Alright, Shadow, you gonna tell us what your plans are or do we beat it out of you?”
Flame taunted while Dream facepalmed from where he was standing by Flame, Flame continued talking about something, some stupid ramble, Dream ignored him and just reached for Wilbur's mask which Wilbur responded with kicking Dream back then, his strings flickering as he was caught off guard so Wilbur took advantage of this and looked at Flame's shadow again, quickly fading into it before Dream's strings could grab him again
Wilbur quickly sighed in relief, then looked around the void, you see Wilbur had a unique power, he could use shadows in any way he could or thought of, could travel through them, hide in them, create monsters or armies with them or something, only a few problems were that he couldn't summon too many things or else he would overexert himself, and also, migraines/terrible headaches
The shadows also had a few minds of their own sometimes, the bad ones as he called them, always messing with his brain, talking, mocking, Wilbur hated them but there was nothing he could do… well he drinks and smokes to deal with them, healthy coping methods, totally
Oh shit, Wilbur was gonna be in so much trouble, he mentally groaned from the upcoming lecture and from the pain he felt in his gut and on it, Flames stupid fire were stronger then regular ones
He looked around and then floated around till he reached the mirrors, each one showing perspectives from different shadows from everywhere, looking for Quackity's shadow knowing he would be at base since the only people who were on the mission was him, Techno, Phil, Niki, and Sam, once he found it he quickly climbed through the mirror, appearing behind Quackity
***Switching to Quackity's POV
Quackity was looking through the security cameras that Puffy placed in the party she and the others were at, silently cursing as he watched her and the others fighting heroes
The mission was supposed to be simple, go in the party undercover, distract people, give Wilbur a good shot to shoot at the supplier who worked with President Schlatt, then get out of there
It would've been fine if the heroes didnt suddenly show up and start checking everyone, somehow they figured out they were gonna kill the supplier, which caused the others to try and wait until Wilbur shot at the supplier, which Techno tried contacting Wilbur to give him the signal ten times, nothing happening so they had no choice but to fight the heroes to get the message across that The Syndicate held no mercy even if their plan went wrong
Good for them but where the fuck was Wilbur!?
Quackity groaned, trying to call Wilbur through the comms for what feels like the hundredth time until he felt someone tapping his shoulder, jumping and turning around, grabbing his dagger from his pocket, ready to attack, just to see Wilbur standing there and Quackity smiled in relief then his face went back to annoyed and grabbed Wilbur by his collar
“You dumbass! I told you to quit doing that! Besides that, where the hell were you!? You were supposed to be on duty and kill the target! Now the rest are stuck fighting heroes because they found out about the plan!”
Quackity was gonna continue on with his rant but he knew Wilbur probably wasn't even listening so he just him go, Wilbur letting out a laugh, the damn bastard and his stupid laugh
“Oh come on, Big Q! I had problems to deal with and-” Wilbur was cut off as the doors to the meeting/office/whatever the room was opened, tension immediately filling the room
“Wilbur”
Both Wilbur and Quackity turned around instantly at the sound of Techno's voice, the stoic pink haired man having clear irritation in his face
Quackity watched as Wilbur tensed with amusement
Wilbur Craft was in big trouble with his brother Techno