Villainous Tendencies || SBI fic || superhero/power AU

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TW: Fire, blaming yourself, weapons (please tell me if I've missed anything)

He sat there, in the corner of the cell. It had been a good few hours since he and his family were thrown in here. It was cold but he couldn't really tell if it's the temperature or the events of yesterday flooding his mind and freezing his heart.

Everything was lost.. And it was all his fault.

Wilbur could hear the police sirens flaring from somewhere not too far away. They wouldn't have time if they wanted to burn every single government file here.

He fidgeted with the end of the prison uniform they had given him, reliving the horrid flashbacks that his mind tormented him with.

"Zeph! Ares! We have to go! I can hear police coming. If they're on their way the heroes must be too." He said, a bit of worry audible in his voice, despite his voice changer.

The flames were starting to loom higher. He wasn't sure if that's a good thing or not.

"Yeah we should go" Phil agreed, looking over to Techno, who looked a bit carried away. "Ares" He said, putting an arm on the fellow villain's shoulder, which seemed to snap him back to reality with a slight flinch.

Techno nodded swiftly, looking uneasy. Not the 'The building is burning' uneasy but the 'The voices' uneasy.

"C'mon" Phil said a bit softer, guiding Techno out. Wilbur followed behind, looking around for danger. The sirens were getting louder.

Techno had snapped back into it, now moving with a steady pace as they reached the exit.

The villains moved outside, coughing the little amount of smoke that had gotten to them.

As all three of them looked up, they froze. In front of them were at least five heroes, all of them with drawn weapons-

"What's up Siren" One of the guards mocked, walking up to his cell with a shit-eating grin. "Y'know that uniform is looking good on you!"

Wilbur grimaced, looking up to see the name 'Jared' on his name tag. He scoffed and looked away, at nothing in particular. He didn't want to waste his nerves on this prick.

"Good you'll be staying with it for a while, eh?" He chuckled. Wilbur wanted to wipe that nasty grin off his face so badly.

The one good thing about them removing his mask here is that he could show this fuck how much he despises him.

Soon the man seemed to get bored as he scoffed and walked away saying something in the lines of 'You're no fun'.

He was gonna get out of here someday.. for now he just needed to plan something.

Seconds.. minutes.. hours passed with nothing happening. With the limited information Wilbur had, he couldn't think of much.. The villain decided to just go to bed, not really caring if it was night outside. It's just a better way to pass time than sulking in your brain.

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He was awoken by metallic footsteps. He shot up to see what's happening, running a hand trough his hair to fix it up a little.

Looking up, he saw what looked like Dream.. The hero.. He was dreaming right??

"Hey Siren" The hero said, keeping a calm tone but the slightest bit of hostility could still be heard in his voice.

"Dream" He answered cautiously, scanning the man for any weapons. His hands looked empty at least.

The weird holographic door suddenly flickered and dissapeared. Wilbur stared at it warily, wondering what the hell could Dream be doing there.