Antiheroes

Chapter 10: Finding Heroes

Sapnap POV.

After watching the news I was ready to burn this entire city down to the ground, that’s how fucking pissed I was. Firstly George and Karl go missing, then I find out that Wilbur was the one who took them, and now he is posing for the fucking news station as he brands himself a hero. My fists were balled up, tight enough that my knuckles were turning white.

Skeppy was sitting next to me also watching what was on the news and he looked equally as pissed as I was. I honestly felt like strangling the closest person to me, pretending it was Wilbur and watching as the light left their eyes and the air left their lungs, though for the other ravenette’s sake I wasn’t going to do that.

Instead I headed upstairs to Dream’s room, stopping first to grab some random junk to eat from the kitchen. He wasn’t back yet and I knew I should probably tell him that George was back here and safe, although I knew that he was probably more focused on his own anger, which often got out of hand.

The brunette was probably asleep, I thought to myself as I walked through the hallway; past Skeppy’s room, past my room, and to a stop in front of Dream’s room. I mean he was probably exhausted after what he told me had happened, so he might be sleeping for a while. As far as I could tell he was still asleep, judging by the snores coming from inside the room.

I knocked either way, just in case I was mistaken however there was no change from inside the room. So, trying to be as quiet as possible, I opened the door to see the brunette sleeping with his head buried in Dream’s pillow with one of the blonds' few hoodies pulled over his frame.

Knowing Dream, I knew that whatever anger he felt would probably dissipate (almost completely at least because Wilbur was sure to have pissed him off). Trying not to wake him up I walked the length of the room and set the food and bottle of water down on the nightstand beside the bed. That way if he woke up and was hungry he could have something to eat.

Then I left the room again, leaving George undisturbed, almost as if I hadn’t been there in the first place. Skeppy was out in the hallway, heading to his room, he stopped to look at me as I stepped out. “Is he still asleep?” The ravenette asked, and I answered with a brief nod.

“Good, he needs rest.” A sigh fell from his lips as I moved to catch up with him. “I still can’t believe he’s a hero though. Of all things a hero.”
“What’s the problem with that? Don’t pretend you haven’t been giving BadBoyHalo goo goo eyes.”

“That is different. I already knew about that before… anything happened between us. That was the same for you wasn’t it? Those two, however, started happening and then suddenly… boom.” At the way he was acting I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I guess you have a point.” I agreed as I managed to contain myself.

It was just now that I glanced around and realised how quiet this place was. I mean, this warehouse was one that Dream, Skeppy, and I were allowed in (with other people needing to be invited to do so), but there were always other henchmen walking around. Some of our hardest workers were allowed to spend their free time here but right now… it was quiet.

And yes, I knew it was late at night, but that never usually made any difference. Crime was often easy to commit at night, since we have the cover of darkness and a lot less people around. So the docks were just as alive and bustling during the night as they were during the day. Meaning that that wasn’t the issue.

This didn’t seem like enough of a problem for me to have to point it out to Skeppy, and so I was just going to say goodnight to him (because I can admit both of us were exhausted), when there was a loud crash coming from inside of my room.

Our heads immediately whipped in that direction, as our hands subconsciously moved to grip our guns which were sitting in their holsters on our belts. I walked ahead of the gem thief and opened the door to my room, ready to grab my gun in an instant if someone tried to attack me, but that wasn’t the case.

A smile appeared on my face when I saw Karl standing there, and the moment he saw me he lept into my arms, nuzzling his head against my neck, and hugging me tight. Skeppy and I immediately moved our hands away from our guns as I wrapped my arms around the brunette’s waist instead.

“Karl. Are you alright?” I asked him, running my hands through his fluffy brown hair as he looked down at me. God I missed those beautiful eyes of his.
“I’m fine.” He responded. “Just tired.” He pressed a kiss against my neck before teleporting away from me and onto the bed (which was a waste of time since the bed was two feet away).

“I’ll leave you two to rest.” Skeppy stated, giving us both a smile as he did. Before he stepped out the door though he couldn’t help but stop and look back at Karl. “Um Jacobs…” he quickly changed himself. “S-sorry, I mean Karl. Can I ask you something?” It was clear whatever he was wanting to ask made him cautious, but Karl gave a hum, signalling he could.

“How is Bad doing? Is he alright?” I saw the fear in the ravenettes eyes as he asked that, something that was uncommon when it came to him.
“Bad’s fine. The doctors managed to save his arm and it won’t need to be amputated. He is being transferred to a private hospital to recover tomorrow.”

I watched quietly as the gem thief thanked Karl before heading out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Since we were alone I walked over to the tired teleporter and pulled him into a hug, which caused him to gasp at the suddenness, before embracing me back immediately after.

“You have no idea how worried I was, Karl.” I hummed lowly, kissing his cheek as I kicked off my shoes before climbing under the covers alongside him. “When I heard that Wilbur took you guys I wanted nothing more than to rip his chest open and tear out his organs.”

“Don’t do that,” he tiredly murmured in response, his face nuzzling into my chest as his legs entangled themselves with mine. “The least you could do is donate his organs.”.
“Oh sweetheart, they won’t be worth donating.” I practically reassured him, along with another kiss to the top of his head. “Having Wilbur’s organs will make people more sick, not better.”

The brunette couldn’t help but giggle at that, and as I admired his big, round, grey eyes as he looked up at me. I noticed how exhausted he looked, and so I turned the bedside light off before pulling him even closer, since the two of us desperately needed sleep.
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