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"We've been compromised" Came a crackled voice from a Black Widow, "Target is on the move."

Theseus rose to a crouch from his sniper position, glancing around through his darkly tinted goggles, black mask on his face, the only thing visible was his hair. Otherwise, he was a shadow in the night.

"Move in," a clear and intimidating voice said,

The man on the rooftop across from him stood up, and he locked eyes with Theseus through dark goggles.

"Permission to engage?" the man ask over the coms

"Granted, Theseus, move in to cut the target off. Widows, times up, get those explosives down and rendezvous for extraction," the voice said, crackling out

Theseus pressed a button on the gun, and it started to smoke and heat up. He backed up, turning to sprint. A small pop rang out behind him. A map appeared on the inside of his goggles, a rapidly moving blue dot, and other red ones marking agents scattered around the area.

"Target on course to 4th block," he radioed in as he jumped a gap, rolling and rising to keep running

"Orders changed from termination to incapacitate and capture" a deeper voice said over the general frequency

"Yes, sir," multiple voices said, including his

He vaulted a railing and race along the edge of an apartment building, avoiding other agents as to not interfere as well as distracted authorities.

"Target has a guard, looks like a mercenary, not any of the registered allies, should I engage?"

"Hold"

Theseus dropped down to have the target closer in his sight, he ran along the balcony, staying with them. He was thankful this was a nightime mission, or he'd have to worry about his shadow.

"I've spotted them," the other Winter Soldier said over a private channel. "Report's accurate, he's easy, let Theseus take him down Dream."

"George, stay sentry, you heard him Theseus, take him down,"

He jumped off the building, sliding down the shingles and landing right on the shoulders of the target's guard, he flipped, locking his legs around the guards neck, and he tumbled, Theseus took a knife and slit his throat. Pushing the burly man away as he gurgled, and struggled before dropping cold.

He silently thanked the Widow who showed him the move.

Theseus stood and looked at the target.

It was a boy, around his age. His eyes were wild and darting. His green shirt was torn slightly at the bottom with dark blue trousers, and a bee was embroidered onto the arm. Translucent wings were on his back with slender antennae poking through his hair.

Something flickered in the back of his mind.

Theseus was aware of the other Winter Soldier watching pointedly, and the dots showed the other agents taking care of witnesses and most likely allies of the target, he noticed when a dot flickered off.

One agent was taken out, he thought. Not a sense of mourning entered his mind. Only a sliver of feeling for such a great asset lost.

Holding out a hand, the target's eyes narrowed. Theseus's goggles glitched, and frizzed, burning him slightly. He didnt flinch, but calmly reached up, and tore off the goggles, his mask still firmly in place. Theseus drew a knife, tossing and catching it, advancing, his eyes a cold and intense grey.

The target's eyes widened, he clutched the case closer and moved back,

"Tommy? Hey, um, what the hell?" the boy said, raking a hand through his hair. He backed up, an urgent cadence in his voice.

Theseus noted he was British

The agent stopped, "Who the hell is Tommy?"

He rushed the boy, who ducked the knife. For his credit, it was pretty fast.

"It's me, Toms, Tubbo!" He said

"I don't know you," Theseus growled, a brief flash through his mind, a tall man with a black and white mask and dark sunglasses, a tall pillar, and a compess.

He could tell the other agent on the roof focused on him, he shook his head, he stabbed 'Tubbo's' shoulder, and the boy crumpled with a gasp.

He could see that there were thin points coming from his wrists,

Bees and flowers flashed through his mind

Tubbo raised the case up, and Theseus stopped knife just as it was about to hit the case. He rotated and kicked Tubbo. The target hit the side of the alley and slumped,

"What happened to you, we thought you were dead?" he slurred as he rolled on the ground to dodge.

He jumped up, slashing the stingers down, it nicked the side of Theseus's suit, it left a slight gouge, the target backed up, ducking another slash, it nicked his face and he hissed in pain.

Theseus kicked him again, a punch knocking the boy to the ground.

The target put a hand in his pocket and removed a compess,

"You know me, Tommy! We're best friends, see, Wil even got us matching compesses!"

Theseus sheathed the knife, and the boy looked relieved, "See?" He pushed the compess closer.

He crouched down next to Tubbo, tilting his head,

Theseus took out a syringe from a side pocket, and stabbed it into the scared boy, pushing the plunger.

"I'm not who you think I am," he whispered

Tubbo's eyes widened as his eyes started to close, and a hand pressed smooth metal into his hand before he lost consciousness.

Theseus grabbed the case and bound the target. He noticed his hands shook slightly. It felt strangely wrong to tie the special rope along the wrists and legs of this boy.

Dead? He thought that's not right. Who is Tommy?

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A dark cell flashed through his mind, a white void, and a... book?

Cursing softly, he replaced his goggles, which weren't sparking anymore, and signalled to the other agent. The man nodded and put his gun back on his back and walked back on the roof. He raised a hand to the side of his head, pressing the comms,

"Target and load secured" He heaved the target over his shoulder, his brown hair hanging limp over his now closed eyes, the blood from the target's shoulder was staunched to keep a possible trail to him closed. Theseus made sure not to get himself stabbed by the stingers, "Extraction requested"

"Head north, quarter mile, a chopper will pick you up."

"Copy," He replied. He crouched down, opening the case. In it were two discs. They looked like record discs, one had a purple middle, and the other green,

"Head to pick up immediately, opposition closes in, and this mission is an in and out unseen, with your luck it's gonna go the other way if you don't get a move agent"

"Yes, sir," He replied, knowing he could, it was slightly sarcastic

He picked the case back up and looked at the metal object the boy had given him. It pointed to the target and read: Your Tubbo on it.

He shook his head and tucked it into a pocket. He started sprinting towards the white marked area on his map. He raised his wrist up and asked,

"Hey, Widows, how about those explosives?"

The separate comm crackled, and a voice spoke,

"The semtex was planted. We're clearing the blast zone now, on route to chopper, perfect timing Winter Soldier, detonating in 3, 2, 1"

A blast shook the area

He looked at the map while he vaulted a railing. He re-adjusted the target,

"I've got tails." George said

"Damn it," a voice muttered, "Widows, get to that chopper, Winter Soldiers, flank and split." It sounded like the voice was running

"Am I important enough for you to run? Dream?" The other Winter Soldier asked, on a private comm with the three of them. He could hear the smirk. Theseus saw him from the corner of his vision, jumping a gap, rolling to avoid a projectile

Rolling his eyes, Theseus snickered, "Love birds, please, if you keep fawning over one another, I'll hurl.”

"Shut up before we're terminated," Dream muttered

"Buzzkill"

Tubbo stirred on his shoulder

"Target is waking," He said, voice cold once again "Oi, George, what's shooting at you"

"A gun" George deadpanned

Theseus chuckled, shaking his head,

"I've got eyes on your trails," Dream said, “Gogs I’ve got them, Theseus make it to that damn chopper.”

"I'm right behind you,"

"George, stay with Theseus."

"What? No, you've got two maybe three powered people you've got to deal with. He's got it, just a simple extraction, " George argued

Theseus saw the helicopter, the blades already whirring,

"No need, Dream, I've got eyes on the heli"

He could almost feel George's glare at Dream

"Fine," Dream muttered

Theseus smirked under the mask as he hopped onto the chopper. He held onto a jump railing and leaned to glance around. A flash of green caught his gaze somewhere off to the right. Muted gunshots confirmed his theories.

He threw Tubbo down and clipped his ropes to the bottom of the craft, Theseus bent forward, sticking his head into the cockpit

"Do a flyover, we're in for air support, Jack. I don't care how stubborn those two are. They're going to get themselves killed, and I do not want to have to head through debrief with them under"

"On it," the pilot said,

He lowered his visor, the filter was blue and red. He pulled on a stick, and the vehicle rose into the air,

"Air pick-up needed" came in the call from George, panting slightly, "Opposition includes Blood God, Ender, and new male, 6'5 about, powers fall under human manipulation, and super sonic, long distance sniper, on my 6"

"I'm in the area, I'll shoot down that sniper" Theseus said, readying a gun that was clipped to the helicopter

"That's a negative. Theseus, pick them up, do not engage, get back to base" Someone from control said

"Yes, Sir," They all replied. If Theseus were reluctant, they didn't need to know

"Group Alpha Widows have touched down at base," a pilot said to Dream

"Head to briefing" he said quickly before crackling out

"Reporting to briefing in 10, we're in airspace" Widow said, "Bravo Widows about an hour out"

"Copy"

Theseus turned the gun back to sweep the area, "Jack, sniper on your 7"

"I see him" Jack growled as he turned the copter, a bullet pinged off the edge, "Oy, ya cock" he yelled, swinging around

"I've found our new guy" Theseus said,

"Agent, call to engage? I'm going to be shot down from the sky" Jack yelled through the comms.

A moment passed

"Bastard" Jack cursed the sniper, and he dipped the helicopter lower, another ping

"Take him down" the order came in

"WILBUR" Tubbo yelled,

"Shut up" Theseus hissed, his Russian accent firm

Tubbo ignored him,

"WILBUR I'M IN HERE, IT'S TOM-"

Theseus cut him off, a hand in his hair yanking back, a knife at his neck,

"Scream to him once more and you'll be in two parts" he hissed in his ear.

Tubbo looked at him, he looked betrayed, shock clear in his face.

Tommy let go and went back to the gun, pulling back the reload and sliding ammunition in, breathing harder, "New opposition called Wilbur, connections with target are strong." He swung the gun around, focusing the scope. He caught sight of a dark coat, a red beanie, and a yellow shirt.

"Dream, George, we're a few feet out, get the hell out of there," Theseus yelled

"He's hit," Dream said in the private comm

"What?" Theseus hissed "Shit"

"I'm fine," George growled through the comm

"George, you're hit in the side," Dream said

"Nothing i haven't dealt with before, not like when you two were impaled by that metal in Scandinavia," he said

They all chuckled darkly, Theseus felt Tubbo's eyes focus on him, eyes blown,

He switched to Russian, to prevent overhearing.

"Flying in for lift," Theseus said, "No extraction needed, target is awake and coherent, load is locked and safe"

"Blood God and Ender have been suppressed, hits certain." George said

"I got the sniper," Theseus said as he aimed, focused, and waited

As the upper body appeared, he shot

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He didn't know why, but he didn't aim for the head. At the last second he shifted it and hit the man's upper arm.

"NO," Tubbo screamed

Theseus looked back, tears streamed down the boy's face, and he shook and dipped his head down, Theseus felt a random surge of guilt, like he wanted to protect this person,

"I didn't aim for his head, it hit his upper arm," Theseus said softly

Tubbo looked up, his eyes now dangerous, but slightly hopeful "He's okay?"

Theseus looked back, his hair whipping in the wind. He nodded. It was silent for a moment,

"Jack!" He yelled back in Russian, "Lower us down. "

The helicopter dropped lower, a plume of dust kicking up into the warm air.

"Dream, George, get your asses up here," Theseus said, lowering a hook

Dream jumped, supporting a very bloody George. Theseus's eyes widened as his pressed a button to wind up the metal rope. Once Dream and George had gotten inside, Theseus stalked over to them, "You fucking liar" He hissed to George, crouching down, "You can't make me and Dream have to drag you up when you fake being okay"

Dream gave George a knowing look,

"I could've held that hook" George said,

"Yeah, and the world's flat." Theseus deadpanned, standing up "No you couldn't have”

George was probably rolling his eyes beneath the goggles,

Theseus looked out the open door at the sniper, Wilbur. He was standing now, looking up at the copter, his coat fluttering in the wind, arm bleeding. They locked eyes, cold blueish grey, and saddened brown

The agent walked to the door and reached out to grab the handle. Theseus closed the door with a slam.

He grabbed the medical kit, and a cloth and went back to George. Dream sat on a chair closest, his mask was off now, only they could see his face, it was still to the side where Tubbo couldn't see a thing.

His sharp green eyes flicked over George, concern barely flicking through his gaze, it was hidden well, he smiled slightly when he saw Theseus. It wasn’t a warm smile he had seen mothers give their children as they came back into the house. It wasn’t one of kindness and love. The scar across the agent’s face. It marked the curve of knowing, and respect.

There was no love in the Room, there was no connection, there was nothing. The closest anyone got was the need of assets, if asked to they would shoot each other in the head with no remorse.

Theseus passed Tubbo as he walked. The boy didn't move. He just sat there, knees to his chest, arms folded with his head down, his wrists and legs still tied.

"George, unclip your vest. Otherwise, I can't get to this,"

George reached up, and unzipped the vest, Theseus let out a sigh of relief,

"It's clean, in and out, who stabbed you?"

"Ender" George replied softly,

"Ender?" Theseus asked, "The backup teleportation guy? Only ever been seen with exits?"

"Yep" Dream said,

"Something tells me that he" Dream jerked his head to Tubbo, "Is important to him" his voice was soft and sliding slightly into the Russian accent. That never usually happened, something really got him in a twist.

Theseus eyed Dream for a second, anything that got past dream was a valid thing to note.

Tubbo's head was up, a name on his lips, Theseus looked at him, and his mouth closed. Theseus looked back, he grabbed tweezers, the sewing pack, and a roll of bandages.

He used the sewing kit to stitch up the stab wound, George didn't flinch a bit, to them, this wasn't even pain. He tied it off, and cut the string. After, he wiped off the blood and moved to the gunshot wound.

"What is up with you and bullets" He muttered in Russian

"What can I say, the fast one's get me" He smirked, looking at Dream, who smirked slightly, with closed eyes.

Knowing the other, he was just deeply thinking, or pulling connections. Dream's ability lets him control others like a puppet master. He needed physical contact first though, or an object that the person had a deep connection with.

Connections are fragile and you are marble

Theseus remembered training with Dream. He remembered how he was brought to train more and more, he never figured out why. Though, there was a faint memory. He felt strong, invincible, he remembered the sound of splitting wood. Then, it all went black.

George also passed out after a bit for real this time, he did lose a lot of blood, more than they were trained for, granted the two could just as easily kill in this condition.

All three of them could only sleep with one of the others awake, it was weird, but no one commented on it. It was hardwired into their brains, always be alert.

Theseus sighed as he leaned back, his spine pressed against Dream's leg, he kept his sight on Tubbo.

He saw that Tubbo had managed to take something from his pocket, and he was looking at it, he stayed like this for minutes. Nonchalantly Theseus adjusted his position so he could see it.

It was a compass, identical to the one that he passed to Theseus earlier, it pointed directly to him. A tall man flashed through his mind, blue, and almost identical to the one on the roof with the sniper, it wasn't a different person, he remembered it as a...

Joke?

"Hey" Dream said softly

Theseus looked up, "You awake Dreamy boy?"

"Been for a bit, never fully went to sleep" He switched to Russian, "What's on your mind, you look like you've got a bomb on. You know if Sap sees you, he'll think that I did something"

"It's just, I'm confused, Dream, once the target handed me this" He took out the compass and opened it, an arrow pointing to the compass that Tubbo has,

"There's been a nagging thought, did you always remember being," He gestured around, "This,"

Dream's gaze snapped to him sharply, Theseus thought he wasn't going to answer, and he was right, only the senior agent's dangerous glare was locked onto him.

Theseus nodded, tilting his head to glance at Tubbo again,

"You think they'll kill him?"

Dream considered Tubbo, "There was a reason they changed our orders"

"He has connections with that sniper, his name's Wilbur, it seems that he also has a relationship with Ender as well, maybe as a bargaining chip?"

"I don't know, does he have any abilities?" Dream asked

"I'm thinking he's a bee hybrid, or wasp, whichever, he's got razor sharp stingers that if he flexes his wrist, they come out, they left this-"

Theseus lifted his arm to show the small gouge in the suit at his ribcage,

"-the file said he has technological powers. I think the stingers have some toxin, he's got some reflexes as well"

Dream was about to speak, but then George woke up,

"Hey, you okay Gogy?" Dream asked, his attention immediately flicking to George

"Yeah, I healed up enough, gonna be sore tomorrow" He rolled his eyes, "I'll be fine Dream"

Dream gave him a look, and he stared right back. Dream muttered something in Scottish lowly and George snorted and shook his head. He sat up, hiding the stiffness and turned his eyes to look out the small window.

Theseus walked slowly to Tubbo, and crouched down a bit from him, he had talked to Dream about this before, it was his choice.

Tubbo looked up at him as he came over, Theseus could see his reflection in the boy's eyes,

"What do you want" He asked, eyes dark and sad, deep in the depths, there was fear, and desperation

"Who gave you this" Theseus asked, taking out the compass, he took a breath, "Gave these to us"

Tubbo's eyes flicked from his masked face, to the compass and back. Theseus glanced at Dream, and he took the goggles off.

The target's eyes widened slightly, his gaze raking over Theseus's face,

"You don't really know who I am?" Tubbo asked

"Tell me" Theseus growled, "Who made these"

"A family member" Tubbo said carefully, "During a camping trip, we didn't want to lose each other in the forest"

Theseus’s head started to pound, memories flooding through like a dam. It was a trickle before, now, it was a flood.

Images and sounds flew through his head. He could catch words, and phrases.

"Poggers!"

"I'll name you, Clementine"

"HENRY!"

So much more, it was chipping away at his dome.

He stood, stumbling back

Dream shot up, reaching him and gripped his shoulders, "Theseus" he said, "Focus on me, you see me, what do you see"

Theseus opened his eyes, they glowed slightly of power, Dream's did as well, calming him down,

"What do you see" Dream hissed

"A tree, there are lights on it, then a gun, a needle, and a table" He shook

He clutched his head and bent. He caught Tubbo sliding to the back, eyes gleaming with tears.

He felt a cool hand on his wrist and straightened. He only had a moment to realise that no one was touching his skin. Dream was right in front of him, and George was watching silently from the side.

It was silent before a crackle went through the air,

"Shit" George said softly, a split second before a shock went through Theseus.

It was like fire rushing through his body, electricity sparking through, his head shot back muscles tensing, he collapsed to the floor. He tried to scream, his vocal chords were frozen. He felt himself twitching, the fire burning through his skin, blood, and fibers.

"They know he knows something." Dream said, diamond in his tone, looking to George.

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"They're going to wipe him" Dream said,

Theseus twitched on the ground,

"TOMMY" Tubbo exclaimed, he yanked on the rope and clip, "What are they doing, make them stop" He said, "please" Looking to the two,

They ignored him, Dream stroking the twitching boy's hair, wisps of green emanating from the contact, the kevlar mask scratching against his fingers. Theseus gasped as it stopped, looking up, and groaning,

"Hey" Dream said,

"This was worse than the time in Nova Scotia when fucking Snapmap turned on the electricity" He groaned from the floor. He heard a quiet "damn" from Jack up front.

"Look, George over here told me to flip it anyways" Sapnap chimed in over the comms

"I said 'don't' you idiot" George shot back

"Why are you listening, don't you have a recon now" Dream quipped at the agent on the device

"Come on Dream" Sapnap whined, "We're not monitored, let me have some fun. It’s boring."

"Children please" The youngest said, rolling to his side groaning again.

"What happened?" Sapnap asked over, some heat entered his tone.

"Nothing." Dream said, looking at Theseus.

"We'll explain before debrief or whatever happens when we get back" George ended

Sapnap mumbled in Arabic about never being let into the tea.

Theseus smirked, until he remembered the extra personnel they had. He looked at Tubbo and sat up eyes dark and cold again, "I'm fine" He said in Russian

Tubbo looked as if he was stunned, looking away silently. Dream sat down on the floor next to him and George, who was silent again, watching him. Dream switched to Russian "Permission to third tier interrogation" The seasoned agent asked

A crackle, and a low voice responded.

"Granted, agents"

They all shuddered and eyes unfocused for a few seconds. Theseus's mind went foggy, the thoughts like they were dragging through a pit or tar. George tilted , looking to Tubbo

"Who are you" He asked, Dream and Theseus next to focus

He realised that Sapnap went silent, he didn't take the time to check. They all knew that they were being watched. The smallest tilt of Dream's head told them so.

"Why" Tubbo said, a spark in his eyes

George sighed, pulling a gun and walking steadily to the hostage, "Because we know. We know all about Ranboo, and Wilbur, how much they mean to you, Toby

"Shiiiit" Theseus heard over the private comms with Jack

He felt the shift in air as they changed altitudes

Tubbo went white as a sheet in the red-striped light. They all knew George struck true,

As always

The agent was terrifying. Everyone knew to steer clear of Dream and Sapnap. But George, he was a Widow in all but the program. Silent, unassuming, but powerfully graceful nonetheless. He was a spider getting closer

And closer

And closer

And well, the rest spoke for itself.

"H-how do you know" Tubbo whispered

Dream clicked his tongue, casually flipping a knife. Easily catching the scared attention of the boy, "I don't think you're in that position to ask" He said, almost patronisingly

Theseus raised an eyebrow slightly.

Whatever intimidating tactic works he thought

“Eyes front Toby.” George said, crouching down. Tubbo glanced away from Dream. George tapped the barrel of the gun against his knee, “I’d hate to waste bullets on you, so shut up.”

The agent then stood up and walked away to sit next to Dream. Theseus was sure that if they weren't so used to George, their jaws would be unceremoniously on the floor.

The comm crackled to life, cutting through the silence.

"Rora code 5" Was all it said

"Shit" Jack muttered

George looked back for a second, before rotating to punch Tubbo out, cold.

"Ladies and Gents, take a seat. We've got asshats on our tail" Jack said, pulling to the side sharply.

"Can't you all have one mission without it going to shit?" Sapnap asked, suddenly joining the comms system.

"Shut it" They all replied in Russian

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Okay for START

This is around modern time (currently 2024, November) so all "futuristic" Tech is made by the respective programs, companies, and yadayadayah

So if you seem some places where it says Tommt instead of Theseus, I have that because I thought it represents the split between the cold, trained agent and the one who breaks out of his prison that he grew up in.

INFOOOOOOO

-They are usually colder, more reserved due to the Red Room needing to procure "Perfect" soldiers. But the banter a bit more out on the field because they aren't directly supervised, nor as heavily.

-The two mirror sections, Widows and Winter Soldiers (I do NOT own the names in how they are used in this fanfic, they belong to the creators respectively) they are different. The Widow program is older, while the Winter Soldier program I made it so that the Red Room and HYDRA worked together slightly. (If you know, you know)

-THIS IS A DSMP AND RED ROOM ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE

-Theseus is the youngest, then Sapnap, then Dream, then Gogy

Sooooooo we've met Tubbo, Wilbur AND Philza Minecraft so far, and I included Phil going after the helicopter because in alllll of the fanfics that have gone into the inspiration for this fic, he is deeply protective of his family, yes Tubbo included. I didn't think that if Wilbur was shot, and Tubbo taken he would just be like, "Oh damn, womp womp"

-More info will be added to this

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Sapnap clicked off the comms with probably the most audible eye roll. The agents looked to one another before sitting down, grabbing a hold of the bars near the seats.

They all knew of Jack's....
Flying

Theseus's head was still foggy, which was odd to the agent. But he got up and reattached the ropes of the target to the helicopter. The vehicle suddenly jerked, off-balancing the agent before he sat down.

"What the fuck is that?" Jack yelled, almost tipping the copter sideways as he swung around and breaker, hard.

George peered out, Dream looked ready to stand. The youngest grabbed automatic firearms from a wire locker. "Heads" he called out, tossing the weapons to the agents.

They caught them easily, and compulsory checks kicked in,

Ammo, type, and quantity.

A flash of black swept past the small window,

"Shit" Dream muttered

"Get this thing off my tail" Jack called back,

"If that's who I think it is, I doubt we can get them off our tail" Dream said

It clicked in Theseus's mind, "The Angel of Death?" He questioned

George nodded, opening a small hatch on the side of the wall. A red electric phaser barrier covered it, letting the muzzle of the gun out and none of the cold air in to equalise the pressure. With their speeds, it was a hazard.

A few shots went off, illuminating the sharpshooter in bright flashes and George moved out of the panel section.

"Male, blonde, Avian or winged, enhanced speed, everything checks out" he reported

Dream grabbed a radio off the side-wall,

"Code confirmed, this is Agent Dream on Craft 153784. Opposition includes singular threat, Angel of Death confirmed"

Static hissed for 2, painstakingly slow seconds,

"Agent, call received. Divert flight away from base, I repeat divert. Permission to directly engage granted"

Cursing Dream threw the radio away after it clicked off,

"That's all they said?" Theseus scoffed

"Shut it and get over here" George snapped, pulling up the machine gun from a panel in the floor.

Theseus scrambled back while Dream moved up front with Jack, dragging the target away from the other two and throwing him down behind the cockpit.

"If you're gonna get that out, I have to raise the altitude. The casings won’t have time to disintegrate" Jack informed them, pulling hard as they shot up. "Cresting 16000" The pilot said, after a few moments, "Clear"

A little fine thing about the Red Room casings were that they completely disintegrated only a few moments from the shot. But here in the sky, the cold would slow down the process a large amount.

As the hatch opened, Theseus caught his first sight of the so-called 'Angel of Death'. Enormous black wings fanning out as he pushed towards them. Black cloak fluttering behind him. The narrow holes of his plague mask dark from this distance. George levelled the machine gun and unloaded hell.

Theseus rolled his eyes at George's hoarding and grabbed an AK-74 and joined in. The gun jolted hard into his shoulder, but he held steady as he reloaded and fired more. The villain curved back, as the barrage of bullets sped past him in a deadly percussive beat.

The helicopter tipped, the agents yanking on their harnesses so as to not dangle in the air. It righted and they continued to shoot.

"Pilot" George started, as to not give away Jack's name, as far as they knew anyways, "On my signal, rotor hard right"

Jack signalled he understood, and flew straight. Theseus caught sight of the tops of some mountain as they dropped altitudes. George stopped firing and the other agent copied.

"10000" Dream warned

George's sharp eyes were focused up,

"Now!" He hissed in Russian

Theseus grunted as they whipped around, a shape dived right where they were, a few hundred feet below them he caught himself by flaring those enormous wings.

Theseus noticed the senior agent’s plan in a flash. Theseus aimed, and let go round, after round, after round. He had a reason to assume one connected as a plume of feathers ripped out and he heard a faint screech from the man. A tugging sensation filled his body, making him dizzy.

Words like mine mine mine flooded his head, he gasped. Pushing it away he scooted back. He saw George give him a strange looked, and heard Dream radioing into base. A mounting sense of pressure seemed to build in him.

Jack raised their altitude again as the hatch slid shut. The quiet agent sliding the gun back into the hatch and coming to sit. It was probably odd for an outsider to think that the man was just shot and stabbed recently.

It's how they're trained.

"All still here?" Jack asked as Dream moved to the back again, stepping over the knocked out target.

Varied sounds confirmed. The helicopter moved forward again, and a sense of uncharacteristically intense feeling blossomed in Theseus, who wasn't able to get the Angel of his head.

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Theseus's head felt more and more like it was going to self-combust. Something happened when the Angel of Death gave chase. The agent just blocked it off and focused. He sat silent while the two senior agents conversed in Russian quietly.

The target was sedated soon after their run-in with the Avian, and really just dead weight.

Important dead weight according to the Room.

Soft beeps came from the cockpit, Theseus could just see the edge of Jack's helmet. He had to admit, the man can fly. When someone gets George's slight respect, they're good.

His headache turned migraine flared again, but he kept his face carefully blank.

You were trained for this, he thought.

A flash of something went through the compartmentalised mind. A large van, someone next to him paying with American currency and grabbing a drink and handing it to him. He could just make out what it said before is dissappeard from his head.

Camarvan

He blinked, refocusing.

A burn shot through him. He rolled his shoulders, and sucked a quiet breath in. He saw Dream glance over from his peripheral vision. He gave a forced nod a reassurance, and the agent looked away after another second.

Theseus knew better than to assume he didn't instantly forget about it. Dream hasn't been around for this long on a whim,

"Agents, 45 minutes till we touch down." Jack said, his blue eyes covered by the visor, looking into the mirror that gave him a view to the passenger seats.

They acknowledged the report with nods, and glances. Jack looked back out into the sky he was flying in.

They were trained to do it, but flying didn't come like other things did to Theseus. He knows out of necessity to live, and complete the training. Jack knows how to work in the sky like it's his home.

In a funny way, the sky is their home, where they grew up in. But it was Jack's turf.

Theseus remembered when he got into a rough standoff in strip of land in the eastern part of Panama and Jack being sent in through hellfire enemy cover. That was when the pilot got his respect from Theseus

He braced his forearms on his knees, letting his head hang,

"So what happened on the capture?" Dream questioned

Theseus looked up, George glancing at Dream before leaning back, crossing his arms.

If anyone thought he didn't give a damn, they were severely wrong

"Nothing, he fritzed my goggles" Theseus said, slightly sharp. The semi-lie coming easily.

Dream caught it, but just gave him a look, tilting his head to catch George's.

They seemed to communicate silently, slight twitches in their expressions. It was something Theseus could say he envy's in the slightest bit.

"And-" he started, the two looking at him, "Am I? Am I going to be put in the chair"

Again, the silent conversation. A low, strange, anger seemed to slowly rise in him during the silence.

Dream and George looked to each other to Theseus.

They didn't answer,

"Tell me!" He screamed, all reins on himself gone. His eyes starting to glow golden, it his voice was layered in a cacophony.

"We don't know," George hissed

He turned on George, eyes staring straight into his gaze, barely noticing the target start up to sitting.

(George POV 3rd person)

Theseus took a step towards him, steady amidst the helicopter. Dream tensed, and George shook his head slightly,

Wait, he hand signed to him

Theseus shook his head, eyes returning back before they started glowing again. George backed up, and Theseus thrust his hand out. George went flying, slamming against the inside of the helicopter. It rotated slightly, but Jack brought it back.

"Don't tip this thing upside down," He yelled back in Russian, raising a protective electric barrier.

George's head snapped back, and he hit the metal, he shook the stars out of his sight. Dream's eyes blazed as he looked at Theseus, holding his hand out. The boy swayed. The glow flickering out of his eyes.

"How's it goin' back there?" Jack asked, craining his neck. George gave him a look,

"It's gonna be worse if you don't fly it right" he snapped

A thump echoed through the small area, George looked back,

"He is going to be so pissed with you," the older agent said, standing up,

"Yeah, I figured." Dream sighed, rotatinghis wrists.

"What the fuck did you do to him?" Tubbo yelled yanking at the ropes, bruising his skin

"Wait, TUBBO?" Jack yelled, looking up into the mirror

"Thunderman?" Tubbo exclaimed

"Thunderman?" George snorted in Russian

"Shut up" Jack replied back, "You're the target?" He asked Tubbo

"You know him?" Dream whispered to Jack in Russian

"Thuderman and I grinded on Minecraft!" Tubbo said cheerfully, noting the confused demeanour on Dream.

"Yeah, I do," Jack muttered back to Dream who still stared at him, and Jack sighed, "Mission 353, West Sussex."

Dream tipped his had back, raising an eyebrow.

"I do appreciate a reunion, but we're in Red Room airspace in about 10 seconds," George said, "So i'd rather bring the target in without our pilot having to explain in briefing."

"Aw, Gogs cares about me?" Jack said

"You're a pilot who can actually fly," George said flatly

"Oops, sorry, didn't mean to be so good that a Winter Soldier values it," Jack said, smiling faintly

Rolling his eyes with Dream snickering in the back, George clicked the comm,

"This is Winter Soldier 404, we are in airspace, we touch down in ten minutes, target is coherent, and awake," George paused, looking to Theseus,

"Agent Theseus has fluxed, We have him out"

"Copy," a cool female voice said, "Seems that our little agent needs to," she paused, "Remember"

They both shivered at that, Dream lowered his gaze

The clouds cleared as they rose, and a huge helicraft appeared, suspended with power high tech jets, completely off the charts from any government.

"Craft 153784, cleared for landing at bay 6"

"Rodger, Callahan," Jack replied, banking the helicopter around the lower part of the massive structure.

He skillfully flew in before pulling back and landing the chopper on the pad. George could see some guards coming out, some had guns, and others had tasers with lethal electricity.

He could guess why

Theseus was one of the most dangerous Winter Soldiers in the program. Now with him unstable, it was a dangerous game.

Dream stood up, holding the target's ropes, and opening the door, the wind whipping hair around, the red lights casting angled shadows on his face that wasn't covered by the sinister mask others know him for.

Okay, that's kind of hot, George mused silently, before standing up to exit.

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"Techo can you be ANYMORE painful." Wilbur hissed

Technoblade looked up from where he was tying the bandage, and simple tied it off sharply. Wilbur winced before leaning back onto the couch. He leaned his head back,

"Damn." He groaned

"Who actually uses an SMG with these caliber bullets." Technoblade snorted, holding the casing up in the jar.

"Them apperently." Ranboo said from the other couch, his elbows braced on his knees with his head in his hands.

"It was some sniper cross rig or something." The yellow sweatered man said, Ranbo snickered softly at the description.

Wilbur shot him a glare, immediately toning it down a bit at the downcast look on the taller boy's face. Instead he turned his attention to his dad, probably the scariest thing in the room.

"Anything?" He asked

Phil glanced up from the scattered paper's on the dark desk below him. The ginormous night black wings fanning beside him,

"Tubbo was our tech guy, I've got nothing on them." Philza said softly, voice dipping into dangerous at the end,

"I stabbed one." Ranboo muttered

All of them whipped their heads around,

"What??" They hissed collectively.

The teen in question shrank back a bit, fidgeting

"The one with goggles." He said simply, "I doubt it was really threatening, seeing who they were."

Phil stood up, "You three are off patrols for time being."

Wilbur and Technoblade started to argue, and Phil just held up a hand. The sadness shone through his blue eyes, in the weariness that radiated from him.

"I can't lose another one of you." He said, before turning, and walking towards his office.

The brothers fell silent, Technoblade turned away. His head slightly bowed, Wilbur leaned back into the sofa,

"Now what?" Ranboo finally said

"We listen." Techno said, his low voice shaking ever so slightly. He looked up, "We listen to Dad."

Wilbur grit his teeth, punching the cushion below him,

"We were right there!" He practically yelled, "I could've- could've just fucking SHOT." He torn a hand through his hair, covering his eyes with the hand and bracing himself on the armrest.

"Did you see who shot you?" Ranboo questioned.

Wilbur could feel Techno's eyes on him, he exhaled and met eyes with them,

"All I saw were these blue dead eyes, but did you want to guess what I heard Tubbo scream?"

"What?" Ranboo said, desperation in his voice for his best friend,

"He said..." Wilbur took a breath, "He said a name, and i couldn't figure out what it was, but it started with a 'T' "

Technoblade, who had moved to start dishes stilled.

"How old?" He questioned questioned,

Wilbur went silent at the realisation,

"Wilbur." Tech asked again, slowly "How. Old."

"Easily late teens. Early 20s pushing it." He muttered, head racing.

"What?" Ranboo hissed

The others glanced at him, the vicious tone new for the quiet hybrid.

"Phil needs to know." Techno said, turning towards the pale green door that marked the office,

"Not yet." Wilbur said, "You really think we should? We've lost Tubbo, we all know, Tech. We should really move our asses but.." he trailed off, the words striking a raw chord in the room.

The older brother was usually the voice of reason in any conflicts, but nothing was saying he couldn't be the one to be reason with.

They went silent, contemplating the situation.

Wilbur knowing he could have shot that gods forsaken masked figure.

Technoblade knowing he could've run faster when Tubbo screamed over the phone.

Ranboo knew he could've fought harder when the man in the goggles landed in front of him.

And Phil, at his window with tears silently falling down his face. Knowing he could've gotten Tubbo back.

A small beep rang out. Ranboo stood, checking the camera systems in the corner of the room

"It's Puffy." He called back

"Let her in." Philza said, walking out of the office.

Wilbur and Technoblade saw the faint sheen of tears around their dad's face. But neither commented. The door was unlocked, and the woman herself walked in.

She was wearing average civilian clothes, someone as famous as Captain Puffy couldn't simply just walked around in her get-up. Her white hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. It was a new look but hey, when you why don't you,

"Phil." She greeted softly after nodding at the others,

"Hey Puff." He said, Technoblade clocked the broken, cracked voice of his dad.

Puffy's eyes widened slightly, obviously surprised as well, "What... happened...?" She questioned kindly

Wilbur scooted Technoblade over to make room for Ranboo who came back to sit down. Puffy leaned agaisnt the counter, and Philza sat down in his chair. His wings pulled in more than usual,

"Tubbo is gone." He finally said

"What?" Puffy hissed, Wilbur glanced at the woman. The harsh, raw tone a rare one, "Surely you can't mean..?" She trailed off

"We don't know." Technoblade spoke up, meeting eyes with the Captain who locked onto Phil.

Her face went white as she stepped forward,

"Phil..." she started, the boys looked at her questioningly before a rare curse slipped out of one of them,

"The fuck " Technoblade said, voice rising, "Who." His eyes blazed, noticing what Puffy had seen, why Phil had folded his beautiful, strong wings.

The avian in question bristled slightly as Wilbur stepped forward,

"Wha-" He stopped,

A wound was pinned straight into wing. Something much have been hurting, tearing Phil apart. The proud wall of black that always rose, never faltered, everyone knew the dangers of messing with the sacred wings of avians.

And with that glare the boys all had? It promised never ending torture to the one who hurt their father.

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Soooo I accidently posted a chapter this morning (for me) PLEASE IGNORE LIKE WOW I DID NOT KNOW I JUST COPIED AND PASTED THE SAME DAMN PLOT FROM B4

(I write them in advance then copy and paste to make it easier)

ALSO I AM GOING ON A TRIP FOR CHRISTMAS/NEW YEARS BREAK AND IM HOPING THAT I CAN BRAINSTORM

HAVE A WONDERFUL TIME OUT THERE IN SNOW OR GRASS MERRY WISHES TO YOU ALL

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HEY PEEPS WTF IS UP

SO as I said this is slightly a dead work, HOWEVER I am working on a completely original work. Aka I have made all the characters, the land, the names the lore the EVERYTHING and I understand if you would not like to read because this work is something else. I do intend to keep writing as I have taken time to myself, and thank you all for your lovely words!!!

BUT STAY TUNED FOR MORE WORK ON THIS PIECE OF MAGNIFICENT SHIT AND MORE WORKS BY ME

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Bending forward, the guard looked at the paper. He glanced back up at George,

"New prisoner?"

"Just brought in, Mission 655"

The guard leaned back and opened the door. George walked through without another glance to the man. He strode through the dimmed hallways with muffled screaming behind some of the walls. Blood stains painted the reinforced plexiglass red.

A thud and a muffled screech rang out from a door to his left. He looked, keeping his peripheral sharp.

A hand smacked the glass. Sliding down, leaving a bloodied trail as if being dragged away. A gutteral, shrill scream was cut off as a spary of crimson flared across the barrier.

He glanced to the door next to it.

The boy from before,

Tubbo, George remembered.

He was against the wall, arms wrapped around himself as he rocked, tears streaming down his face. His hands were clamped on his ears. The translucent wings tight to his back.

He raised his head to wipe them and he saw George looking at him. Tubbo jerked away from the glass, brief terror in his eyes before he came towards the glass, staring at George.

"Please, help me get out of here" He begged

George's face remained neutral, "Why" he asked flatly

"Because-" the boy faltered, "Because"

George could scoff, but he just stared back at Tubbo.

"My family is going to find me" Tubbo burst out

It was now that George scoffed, "That tracker that was on your shoelace was removed during your transportation"

He walked forward

"No one's finding you"

Tubbo's eyes widened slightly before he regained his composure. George had the smallest sliver of respect for that.

"Then what did you do to Tommy?" Tubbo asked more quietly

"Who's Tommy?" George shot back

"Him, the one your friend" Tubbo spat out, "Knocked out"

George didn’t know what cracked in him.

"None of us have any friends" George said coldly, "It's what goes on here. None of you know how free you are, having a free privilege to live, without repercussions" He growled

Tubbo scooted away from the glass again, his jaw worked but in the end he stayed silent. George straightened, reeling himself back in. He felt his jaw tick as he looked away,

What in the bloody hell was that he thought, he never loose's it

"Some words to you" He said, looking back at Tubbo, he turned away after a brief second,

"Stay in line, or you'll wish that you were your former bodyguard"

"You have to help me!" Tubbo called

George looked back, "I don't need to do anything for you"

"Then where did you come from?" Tubbo asked

George walked slowly and carefully back over.

"As if you'd want to know" George scoffed

Tubbo looked away, George felt a buzz in his mind. He stiffened slightly, it was Dream's connection to him. George looked away and slid his goggles up slightly.

The world snapped to greys, and see through. George focused below them. He saw Theseus still on the chair, jerking. He was well past the point to being out of it. But the Red Room training was always too strong in many of them.

Tilting his head towards her the dorms, he saw Dream in the room, pacing as sweat trickled down his face.

All of them were trained to handle pain, mental, or physical, but as long as they could function to perfection the Red Room seemed to enjoy their pain.

Compartmentalise, focus, cold, emotionless.

Out of sight, they could show it

George slid his goggles on and glanced to Tubbo who was at the side wall again, back to George.

The agent walked out of the room without another glance to Tubbo. Once he was cleared from sight of the guard, he increased his pace. He felt the slight vibration through his mind again.

Bloody bastard he cursed the green eyed man in his mind

He rounded the last corner to the dorms. And he slowed his pace as he approached the door. He hesitated for a milisecond and opened the door, scolding himself.

He saw Dreams gaze snap to the door. George looked at the other agent warily

"Dream?" he said in Russian

"How did it go?" Dream replied, his head twitching to the side

"Nothing of value" George dismissed quickly, "He's interpretation of who we are is severely out of the truth"

"Theseus is still in the chair" Dream growled, laying him head back, hands over his face.

"No shit" George deapanned back

Dream's lips twitched, "I guess you know, Gogs"

"Will you ever tell me what it was like" George finally spoke

"What" Dream asked, guarded

"You know what I mean, Mission Reykjavik"

"What about it" Dream tried to deflect voice controlled but George caught the strain

"You know what I mean" George repeated, back against the closed door

Dream narrowed his eyes then went still, working his jaw

"I felt it" He started, "When he fell, the fear, the pain, helplessness just broke through my barrier"

Dream locked eyes with a silent George

"We've been taught agony, and fear, but that was something they could never teach us, I couldn't cut the connection, they made us have a partner and enforced us, I'm never having anyone else in my head like that. George"

George thought back to the mission, it was burned into his mind

Dream sucked in a breath and looked away

Each second that ticked by was tenser than the last,

"I-" Dream paused

"Our mission was moved, the guards were lazy enough to leave the list out" George finally said

Dream raised his head, "When?"

"72 hours"

"Exact?"

"Give or take some" George nodded

Dream forced himself up, reaching onto the side table to slide his mask back on,

"Madame wanted us in for the mission, Bad tipped me off 8 minutes ago, he's on with us as air support in place of Theseus"

George raised an eyebrow, "They aren't sending Theseus back into the field?"

"I would assume" Dream, his hand twitched the smallest bit, giving George all the reminders that he had mentally backburned.

"Dream" George started, lowering him voice, "If we could change all of this, our life, be like the peopld on the outside, would you change it?" He ended in a whisper

The taller man's head whipped towarrs him, "You can't mean that"

George slid ice over his emotions, "I don't" he replied, a silence stretching out"

Dream hissed as his back straightened,

"Madame doing the wipe"

"What?" George asked

"I don't know enough" Dream snapped

"None of us ever do" George said coolly

"We've got mission prep in a bit" Dream said after the silence

"Do you have an idea where it is?" George inquired

"Somewhere in the UK near Brighton"

George tilted his head back, filing the information in his mind

All agents report to briefing for upcoming missions

The intercom crackled off,

With a single glance to eachother, Dream and George stalked out and down the hallway.

Another spindle was filing out of a ballet studio, they all gave Dream and George a single deep nod of respect and kept their eyes down.

Spindle upon spindle entered these rooms, always 1 and rarely 2 ever leaving to walk the halls like the agents

As some of the senior and most skilled agents, they demanded respect by order of hierarchy. They walked forward, keeping their eyes hard and cold. It took them about 4 more minutes of silent walking.

The came upon set of double doors, blood red. A guard took one look at them and opened the door.

"Agents" a deep voice greeted them, a sightless gaze fixating on them.

They bowed their heads, falling into first position, hands behind their back

They stood, their regal outfit swaying around them. They gestured to a guard. The man opened a door and Theseus came out, back straight, eyes empty and calculating, as if a reset button was pushed on him, erasing all the life, and spark that made George notice him.

Dream tensed subtly, and George flicked his gaze to him, hidden beneath the dark goggles. Dream had the natural odd talent to sense when a person has their attention on him, he relaxed, as much as you could, anyways.

"Back to your trainings, Huntsman" Eret cooed

Theseus bowed and walked mechanically to the hall, before the dissappering around the corner,

"Western America, L'Manberg" Eret said, a file in front of them, "Take them out" they said, a sharp grin carved into their face, "You're dismissed"

Dream and George bowed and the latter grabbed the file. They backtracked to their dorm and entered, closing the door.

Dream took off his mask as George slid his goggles up, forcing his ability under. Dream flicked the file open and scanned it, he raised a scarred eyebrow and flipped it for George to see.

Pictures with information below them were printed in high detail across the paper. One of them with a red stamp across it,

"The Syndicate and Las Nevadas?" George inquired, "As in the Las Nevadas that had Sap in the chair for 3 days?"

"The very same, in which made the chair never work anyways, just kept him silent" Dream said, lowering his voice

"They wanted us to recon then take them out over a span of 5 months?" George stressed, "5 months, Dream, doesnt that strike you as odd?"

"Very, but isn't this the target who we caught today, and the sniper" Dream stated more than asked, pointing at two pictures.

"Wilbur Soot Minecraft" George mused reading the information

Male, 6'5, emotion and mental manipulation, long ranged, adopted, wife status: deceased, son status: alive and so on

"They've moved our mission up three times" Dream muttered

Slipping his gaze up, George locked eyes with the stormy emerald ones across from him,

"We never ask why"

"We just follow" Dream finished

Nodding George turned, laying on the hard bed. Dream jumped up to the top bunk. George slid his eye's shut and drifted into a river, calm but raging. Free and contained. Suspended and grounded.

Everything at once and nothing at all.

But if anything, it was far from peaceful

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Hello! Readers, I'm so REALLY thankful that you've stayed around to read this, so I'll keep it nice and simple.

I have not been doing okay, and between that and being in a really, not best scenario I haventnbeen able to be online as much.

As you may have noticed, my righting is rushed, and short chapters and I feel awful because I can't give you the lengthy plot I think this needs, so my updates are going to be much MUCH slower, but still coming.

Look out for some Philza and fam action soon!!!! I'm writing ahead so I can just copy and paste and send these out and have a buffer.

Again, I'm so deeply sorry, and I hope all of you have a wonderful time of the day and beyond.

P.S. I am also working on another personal story that I use to wind down, and that also overlaps with my schedules for this.

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OKAY SO ikik I'm sorry guys really I'm sorry buy it's driving me crazy.

As you all know (or at least I hope if not now you do!) I started this fic out on my notes app on my phone, and the format was completely different. The Grammer is HORRIBLE and honestly it's so abrupt, and it's not what I know I can give.

The fic this was inspired by is a HUGE role model to me, everything about it, and some other works that were based on it are WONDERFUL and I've read them so many times (ngl I'm rereading one now)

SO

I've decided on doing a massive re-post.

What I mean is that I will essentially restart it. Redo the tags, update the plot on how I rewrote it (and NOT repeat any parts 😅) and extend the chapters, I am not really rewriting a story, but I'm raising it up again. Beefing it up as you might say, and not rushing plot at all. Officially, on March 31st, 2025, there will be a new fic.

My plan is to write out the chapters I have and EDIT THEM and REVISE THEM and then delete the current chapters, and repost. That is my plan, and I hope you all don't mind me changing so much. I love people so so sooo much and every comment, hit, kudos, it all means so much to me :)

Here, I personally give the BIGGEST shootout to wickynoodle

This author means a lot to me, and they help me write and edit SO much of my work. A large portion of the people here I honestly think wouldn't be here and possibly enjoying this work without Wicky over there.

Go check them out!!! I think you can find them from my profile, but they write AMAZING Avengers stories PLEASE go check them out :)

Until I see you all again, on a new dawn in a new day <333

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By the chapter title, I am slightly peeved.

I am immensely, VERY and EXTREMELY sorry I promised an enormous repost on the 31st, all all the chapters were DONE and WRITTEN and there was a SCHEDULE and I had a tab in the doc for PLOT and EVERYTHING I even had a friend come in and READ it like it's was

THAT

READYY

(TW rant. i promise im a better person yall pleaseeee but this made me so mad and sad and truly im sorry to dissapoint you all)

BUT I SWEAR DID THE FUCKIN FBI COME IN???? MY ENTIRE GOOGLE DOC IS GONE LIKE ITS GONE AND YES I HAVE THE ALREADY POSTED CHAPTERS RIGHT HERE THAT I CAN RE-EDIT BUT I LOST A WHOLE DAMN LONG GOOD CHAPTER ALONG WITH IT

LIKE

IDEK HOW TO RESPOND

(End of TW rant)

I am just SO sorry for so many setbacks, and my disorder, and EVERYTHING like this went from a crappy fic, to a dead one, to a fish out of water resuscitating work. I think ill have to push this so much now, to try and reorder the lost work, and copy paste AGAIN and edit, but I WILL do it okay I promise you all, all of you who have left Kudos I see ya. All of you who have bookmarked, I see you.

I haven't forgotten, and truly from the bottom of my reader and writer heart
I
Am
Sorry