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“not seeing much around here..” wilbur muttered into his communicator. “I think this area is good.”
the communicator crackled to life, and phils scratchy voice came from it. “nothing in my area either. I think we’re clear for this district.”
technos voice came over. “yeah, I think the same for my- oh what the hell-!”
a muffled explosion, and sounds of something falling to the ground. wilbur shot up. “techno? technoblade?! do you read? hello?”
“send us your location if you can.” phils worried voice urged. “cmon, tech.”
a few moments, and then a small ding announced a new message. wilbur swiped up and set the coordinates into his gps, then started sprinting. “techno, can you tell me the situation? we’re on our way.”
much to wilburs relief, technos voice sounded. “I- I think someone set off a bomb. but it’s not any bomb ive seen, it’s not explosive or anything, it just-“ techno cut off and launched into a series of hacking coughs. ”really freaking itches.”
wilbur blinked, almost stumbling. “itches?”
“yeah.” techno grumbled, and wilbur heard far-away yelling. “I think this stuff is pollen.”
“alright I’m here, tech. where is- HOLY FUCKING SHIT-!” phil screeched into the call, and then it abruptly cut off.
wilbur sped up. “what the hell is happening? phil? what’s going on?”
apparently phils communicator was broken. it kept breaking off phils words. “fucking- glide- two-“
wilbur snarled, frustrated. he cut off the gps and landed onto his location, then gasped.
two men, dressed in what looked like superhero costumes, causing havoc. who were these people?
he shook his head. no, he needed to find phil first.
wilbur didn’t spend much time looking until he found phil, crouched behind his wings, shielding himself from one of the villains. and much to wilburs shock, the villain was flying, with wings behind his back.
“what the fuck-! phil!” wilbur ran in front of phil, holding his fists up. ”stop!”
the villain froze, and now wilbur had a chance to see what was actually up with this guy.
he studied him, then almost choked.
this dude was wearing professional level tech. this kind of stuff wasn’t even given to them yet. how did this person manage to get it?
”where did you get this?” wilbur snarled, feeling the sting of his throat coming on. ”tell me!”
the guy gritted his teeth, obviously fighting it. but, to wilburs satisfaction, he opened his mouth and started to talk. “I made it.”
wilbur gaped at him. “you- you what?”
“wil-!” phil yelled, grabbing wilbur by the back of his neck and pulling him back harshly, just narrowly avoiding a bomb.
“they’re pollen bombs.” techno jumped down to them, checking phil for injury. “they’re small, but the pollen amount is so strong- it made my eyes water. everything stings like hell.”
“what the fuck?” wilbur muttered, looking over just in time to see another one of the villains, dressed like a bee, jump down and grab the other, who then kicked off and flew away.
“how the hell can he fly?” wilbur cried, watching him get farther and farther away. “I thought only phil could-“
“he’s not flying.” phil sighed, rubbing his forehead. “he’s gliding. his boots are high tech- he uses them to boost himself into the air, and he uses a cape to glide.”
techno got up. “cmon. I think they were robbing a store.”
they walked into the clothing store, checking everything. the workers were hiding behind their desks, looking terrified. one jumped up and caught sight of them. “oh thank god!”
she ran over, grabbing phils arms. “they came in here and stole everything- and then the blade came and they set off a bomb- they even graffitied the place!” she shrieked, looking hysterical.
wilbur followed where she was pouting, and let out a groan.
BENCHTRIO WAS HERE!
“ah, fuck.” phil muttered.
“that was awesome!” tommy cackled, crashing onto the couch. “ranboo, you should’ve seen us!”
ranboo huffed, poking tommy with a wooden spoon. “im still mad you guys went while I was at work.”
tubbo shrugged, leaning back on the couch and shoving tommys legs aside. “sorry, boo. but philza, blade, and syren came after us.”
ranboo dropped his spoon.
tommy grinned. “but we totally kicked their asses! you should’ve seen us, ranboo, we were amazing!”
ranboo sighed, leaning down and picking up his spoon. “well, next time I’ll join. but don’t leave while I’m at work again.” he fixed them with a stern glare.
“oh yes, of course, of course.” tommy agreed, while tubbo nodded violently.
“good. I’m making spaghetti for dinner.”
“fucking again-?”
“tell me again.” dream sighed, rubbing in between his eyes. “you were defeated by petty criminals. who were children.”
“okay, you’re missin’ a crucial detail there, dream.” techno huffed. “this kid had tech. but like- the good kind. honest to god.”
dream frowned, turning to them. “what do you mean, good kind?”
“we mean the first tier kind, mate.” phil sighed. “I’m not sure how they got a hold of that kind of equipment, but-“
“he made it.” wilbur said quietly. everyone turned to look at him.
wilbur was messing with his guitar, strumming absentmindedly. “he told me. I asked him, with my power. he said he made it.”
“wait wait wait- he made it?” dream stared at wilbur. “you can’t be serious, wil.”
“well, the only other explanation is that he resisted me.” wilbur fixed dream with a hard stare. “you should know that that isn’t possible.”
dream groaned softly. “but then that means this kid is holding an insane amount of power. what did he make?”
techno frowned, thinking. “one of them was dressed like a bee. even had pollen bombs.”
phil shifted his wings, picking up one of his feathers from the ground and twirling it in his fingers, looking troubled. “the other- the one who made it- he flew. he had rocket boots or something, and then he’d glide.”
dream rubbed his forehead, looking thoroughly annoyed yet worried. “I need to consult bad about this, but- do what you can to catch them, yeah? maybe if we offer a good enough deal, we can get them working for us.”
techno nodded. “we’ll do our best.”
dream smiled reassuringly. “I’m sure you will. good luck, team.”
he left, and wilbur kept strumming his guitar.