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Two men stood on a tall building. The sun was sinking below the horizon, darkness spreading across the city. A small breeze swept around them and they could hear the distant sounds of traffic below.
Both of them had a goal in mind and were ready to do anything to achieve it. But in a fight, there could only be one winner.
“I’m afraid you will have to come with me, Technoblade!” Tommy declared, holding out his hand encased in a golden, glowing light.
Technoblade raised an eyebrow in response. He did not need any superpowers to win his battles, unlike his nemesis in front of him. He believed that the heroes of the world had fallen from grace. Before, they were great warriors fighting to protect the world, but now they were nothing but the government’s political pawns. They hid behind their powers, naively thinking that it was enough to protect themselves. How wrong they were.
Tommy ducked to avoid a dagger flying his way before glaring at the supervillain. He hated the man with every fiber in his being, sick of hearing his constant talk of anarchy and the corruption of heroes. Yes, there were some heroes who had fallen to corruption, but what about the others? He shuddered to think what would happen if there were no more heroes because then the villains like Technoblade would face no consequences for all the problems they cause.
“Can we get this over with this?” Technoblade sighed, looking down at the imaginary watch on his wrist. “I need to check on my potatoes. You know, I have actually found the perfect way-”
“Shut up!” Tommy yelled. “I don’t care about your stupid potatoes! You’re trying to blow up this whole city, and you care more about your potatoes?!”
Behind Techno stood a massive ticking bomb, threatening to massacre the city’s population. Technoblade looked back at it and shrugged.
“Eh, just some minor terrorism before dinner.”
The two of them circled around each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. Tommy charged at the villain, creating a sword out of the little sunlight remaining. His sword clashed with Technoblade’s daggers, flinging him back a few steps.
“Hmm, I thought the longer a person trained the better they got but apparently not,” Techno said, watching Tommy regain his position.
Technoblade slid his feet over him, causing Tommy to topple onto his back. Groaning, he jumped back up, holding his sword in front of him. Their blades grinded against each other and every time one of them came too close for comfort, the other retreated.
Every attempt Tommy made to get close enough to the bomb to deactivate it was met with failure. Technoblade didn’t let anything go past him.
“Go choke on your potatoes.”
Changing tactics, he summoned another sword and kept charging at Techno, hoping to tire him out, but each time, the villain managed to throw him off. His chest rose and fell heavily, gritting his teeth as he saw that Technoblade wasn’t even breaking a sweat.
He ran forward again but to his shock, his swords faded from his hands last second, barely missing the blade of Techno’s dagger. Tommy looked at the sun which had already set, and the smooth, pale moon that rose in its place.
Technoblade chuckled and shook his head.
“It looks like time’s up.”
Tommy screamed as the ticking stopped, and fear paralyzed him as it exploded.
The city had no idea what was waiting for them.
...
“And for today’s news, town superhero Tommyinnit failed against the infamous Technoblade, resulting in-”
Wilbur Soot lowered the volume and rubbed his head, trying to ward off an oncoming headache as he looked at the destruction from the recent battle between Tommyinnit and Technoblade.
He watched the television, watching the replay of the fight, and wondered what was wrong with this city. When people thought of a bomb exploding, they would expect a few buildings destroyed.
What they didn’t expect was a bomb that covered that whole city in purple glitter. He couldn’t understand the reason other than them wanting to give him a migraine.
He wanted to go out, drag both of them into his office, and give them a piece of his mind. Being mayor of L’Manberg was hard enough without them constantly making it their personal playground. He could see the headlines in the newspapers already, and his rival, Schlatt, laughing like a crazed maniac.
There was a loud knocking at his door and Wilbur’s thoughts froze. What now?
“Come in.”
To his relief, it was only Jack Manifold, but his eyes caught on the paper he was holding as his secretary spoke. “Sir, I am sorry to bother you, but this letter to you has been found in the glitter.”
Jack handed over the letter and Wilbur sighed as he saw the trail of glitter it brought inside. He would have to throw away the carpet. It would be impossible to take out.
He bitterly tore open the letter and began reading, pursing his lips:
See, the thing is Wilbur...the city is very dull, to say the least. It needs some color, something that won’t make people yawn, and what’s more colorful and sparkly than glitter? At least now when people visit, they will see a great city with color and taste. What did you think of our performance? Quite convincing, wasn’t it? I’m thinking about going bigger next time.
Guess what? You don’t have to worry about the next election, Wilby. This puts you on top of all the other candidates. What can I say except you're welcome! I’m thinking instead of the title of town’s superhero, we can go a little higher. Maybe the assistant mayor? Hmmm?
From the minds of geniuses,
Technoblade and Tommyinnit
He stared blankly at the piece of paper before pounding his head against his desk. Jack watched with worried eyes as Wilbur’s shoulders began to shake slightly; from anger or laughter was unknown.
The next time he sees them, he was going to kill his brothers.