I'm back
after what seems like ages probably
Anyways
I'm tired
!CW!:
•kissing
• blood
• stabbing
• angst
• villains, heroes and vigilantes AU.
• TnTduo
• SBI
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“C-Crimson, Where are you?!” The famed Villain known as The Fraud shouted through the fire and smoke that landed on his charcoal coloured shades, forcing him to wipe them as he coughed through the dark cloud.
“F-fraud- cough. H-here..” A small, choked out and dry voice spoke from the alleyway behind and below him.
He glared at the Hero, known as Smiler, who had caused his worry and saluted before dropping backwards into the alley and mimicking the sound of footsteps running away as he hid behind a dumpster, covering up Crimson with his own dark clothed body.
Fraud soon heard footsteps pounding away down the street, just where he had mimicking 'his own' footsteps.
He quickly turned to look at Crimson, who, fucking hell, was really loving up to the name crimson with the amount of blood over his outfit.
“O-oh my prime...” Fraud spoke through his frowning jester mask that he wore along with a voice changer, meaning whatever voice he was hearing wasn't his. Or it didn't sound like his.
“Q-quackity...” Crimson spoke with a pained voice, the edges of his lips twitching up into a small smile as he lifted a weak hand to cup Quackity's cheek.
Only after he placed his own hand over Crimson's, did he realise that tears were already falling.
Quackity lifted his own arm and spoke into what looked like a watch on his wrist.
“Majesty.. Please, please hurry to the back alley behind Crumbly Cupcakes.. Yeah, that shop that Crumb owns.. Yeah please hurry, Crimson is really.. He's got a life threatening injury.. Thanks, Majesty.”
He spoke quietly, stroking Crimson's curly brown hair softly.
Luckily, in around 2 minutes, the villain healer known as Majesty sprinted into the alleyway with bandages and nothing else but their hands.
They wore a long, red cape with golden designs painted and sewn into the edges, a fluffy neck area, with golden chains connecting the cape loosely around their shoulders. They wore a red and golden corset, a poet's shirt, black poofy pants and doc martens, the same brand Crimson wore.
“Majesty, Thank god you're here..” Quackity spoke quickly, moving away from Crimson so Majesty could see the villain's harsh injuries.
“There are no heroes here, right?” Majesty spoke, glancing around.
“None, I tricked Smiler again, and both Helios and Vulcan Followed, the rest dispatched after.” The Fraud explained quickly.
“Then don't call me by my villain name, just Eret.” Majesty spoke as his hands began to close up wound by wound, each one forcing Eret to grunt in pain as his head and hands began to ache.
Soon, Crimson- or should I say Wilbur, was healed enough to where he only had a few scratches and a large, still bloody but not letting loose any blood, scar across his stomach.
“Thank you, Eret. I don't know how me, Phil, Tommy or Techno would have handled it if Wil... Y'know..” Quackity's voice trailed off.
“It's ok, Quackity. It's my job and I'm proud to do it. I know how close you and Wilbur are, and how phil, Tommy and techno are his family. I know that it would have been one absolutely silencing death.” Eret Smiled and patted Quackity's shoulder, before hauling Wilbur into his arms, despite him being limp, and began to walk in the shadows to his home, where his family would most definitely be worrying.
Eventually, after around half an hour, greatly slowed down by the fact that Wilbur was really heavy when limp from just how tall he was, the three villains arrived at the house that Wilbur loved so much.
