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Sorry to disturb your evening TV show of 'Empires' we have just received news of an active villain chase. At the moment heroes, Totem and King are in hot pursuit of the villain 404. Currently,  on Sandbureau street,  404 is running on the rooftops. Police are setting up barriers as we speak. Totem and King have almost caught up to him. Hero Captainpuff has just joined the chase followed by Time.
"NOW!" Captainpuff shouted and Time used all his saved-up energy on 404, making him pause in place. Totem and Monarch caught up to him and slapped a pair of power-canceling handcuffs on him. "Is-is did we catch him?" Time panted, he was starting to feel nauseous. Totem gave him a thumbs up and Time let out a sigh of relief as he deactivated his powers. He collapsed and a team of medics carried him away. 404 was brought into a secured police vehicle and the 3 remaining heroes followed him in. The car drove off. As the police started to clean up the barriers, a figure stared at them. The smile on his face hid his displeasure.

"Dream, the number one villain. Mind manipulator and maniac, why have thee come to visit me?"
Bombwatch grinned. "Cut the crap. You know exactly why I am here" Dream wasn't happy in the slightest. He knew that Bombwatch was no match for him, he could kill him at any moment. "Of course, you could kill me. But then who would help you rescue your oh so very in need of help companions?" Dream shoots him a glare through his mask. "I can always hire a mercenary or just do it myself." Dream knew that breaking into the pandora's vault was difficult, and maybe even deadly but with a few tricks, he could manage.
Bombwatch pranced around the room, he picked up one of his unfinished side projects. He twisted a knob and threw it at Dream. The smiley face man hastily threw it at a wall. It made an explosion sound and smoke filled the corner. When the smoke cleared, confetti decorated the floor.
Bombwatch let out a laugh "see that's the difference between us. You fear death, you would do anything to keep yourself alive. I don't."
He sat down at his desk and swiveled in Dream's direction. He looked at him, almost staring through his white mask, "now do tell me, what is your offer?"

Phil entered the room, a man with unnatural hair was looking at documents. He was unaware that Phil had just entered. Phil awkwardly cleared his throat, "ahem. You wanted to talk to me?" The man looked up,
Scott
Hero name: Frozen
"Ah yes, sorry I just got new reports of villain activity. A group of villains is causing a ruckus in the south but I'm sure the heroes can handle them, please take a seat" Scott signaled to a chair across from him. Phil took a seat and Scott started explaining, "As you are aware we have captured 2 of the 3 members of the 'Dream Team'" Phil nodded slightly, "yes I saw on the news." Scott continued, "well we received intel from an undercover hero that Dream is starting to form a plan to break them out." Phil had already assumed that Dream was going to break them out eventually but didn't think he had already started forming a plan. "Do you know what he's planning?" Scott shook his head, "no, that's where our intel stopped. All we know is going to do it in the next week." Scott slid a folder into Phil's direction, "this contains everything we know about Dream, I want you to stop him before he does anything."

Phil walked out of the building a bit more nervous than when he came in, where are we even supposed to start? he thought as he got into his car.
He drove through Evo street and stopped at a red light.
Boom
The car to the left of Phil exploded, it flew in the air and crashed into his car. The force flipped the car onto the sidewalk. Several people had gotten out of their cars to see what happened.
Boom
Another explosion shook the cars. An oils tank had exploded and toppled to the side, people were now running away screaming.
Phil had managed to crawl through an open window in his car. He heaved himself off the ground, his shirt was ripped and he lost one of his shoes. His eyes wandered over flames spreading from the oil. His right pant leg was ripped open and his leg was bleeding but he stepped closer to the flames. Observing the scene he watched as the flames spread, by now everyone had fled the scene. At least those that were still alive did. Finally, Phil realized he probably should do something, so he grabbed his phone and called Scott. Phil was starting to get busy from the blood loss. His arm was pierced by a small metal piece, heaving himself onto a rock he ripped off some of his shirts to use as a temporary bandage. However, that wasn't enough to bandage his partially ripped wing so he had to sit there enduring the pain. He looked at the site, some bodies lay on the street, a woman pierced through the heart by a metal pipe, a man whose arm was torn off by the explosion. Even a burnt child not even 5 years old. He cringed at his failure, HE had failed to do anything. Tears slowly dripped down his face as sirens grew louder in the distance.

"Dad!" the three burst into the room of their father. After the police arrived he with several others were taken to the hospital receiving treatment immediately. The youngest of the three hugged him while the other two stood and watched, "do you know when you'll be fine to leave?" Wilbur asked. Phil sighed, "the doctors said that I can leave in 4 months but my wing isn't likely to recover for years." As if the mood of the room wasn't low enough," years?!? But that means-" Tommy stuttered, "yes, it means that I won't be able to continue being a hero."
A doctor came in and informed them that visiting time was over since they had to run a check-up. The three left the hospital gloomier than at the arrival. As soon as they arrived at their house Wilbur punched a wall, "I SWEAR TO F—-ing god I'll murder whoever did it."
"Woah there Wil, we're heroes. If we kill someone, regardless of who, people will start seeing us as corrupt. Also, don't punch the wall" Technoblade told him. Tommy ignored them both and left to be miserable in his bedroom.
Once Wilbur calmed down the two heroes they sat down to come up with a plan. "Dad gave us this file on Dream" both stared at the closed file. "Well let's open it," Wilbur said, he turned the brown cover over.

Name: N/A
Villain Name: Dream
Description:
-Green hoodie
-White mask with a drawn on smiley face
-black leggings
-seen with dirty blonde hair

Crimes:
-Murder
-Arson
-Theft
-Fraud
-Forgery

The list went on naming countless crimes. "Wow, this Dream guy sure gets around" Technoblade muttered. Wilbur sighed, "there's barely any information that we can use. All we know is that he just appeared 1-2 years ago."
"Don't leave out the fact that the first traceable crime he committed  was sending someone a surprise Pizza in Louisiana, granted the crime after that was 1st-degree murder." Wilbur frowned at his brother's presentation on something as trivial as this but decided now wasn't the time to start a quarrel, "...right moving on maybe we can ask Scott if he has any other ideas or files." The brown-haired man grabbed the file, a paper flew out. "Hey, Wil you dropped something" Techno stated. Wilbur felt like committing 1st-degree murder, "thank you for telling me Techno I would never have noticed a piece of paper slipping out from a very important collection of information." Techno just shrugged and Wilbur bent down to pick up the paper. "What is it?" Technoblade asked noticing his brother's confused face. "I didn't see this before" the brown-haired male muttered. "Ok, so what is it?" Techno asked again a bit more annoyed this time. Wilbur handed him the paper:

Possible Dream helpers?

-Punz

-The King

-Bombwatch

"What do you think it means?" Wilbur asked, after thinking for a while Techno responded: "Well I think it means the villains that have helped Dream in the past." Every day Wilbur strives further from the path of good. "Whatever. This is probably the only thing we have so let's just go from here, I doubt we will find anything regarding Bombwatch but maybe the other two on the list know something."

The two sat on a dark rooftop waiting for the vigilante 'Monarch'
to appear. According to Scott, this was part of his regular patrol, so far nothing has happened. "Ugh, when is he going to show up?" Wilbur groaned, "maybe he decided to just not come today" Techno responded calmly. Wilbur turned to his brother, "oh yes, of course, the one day we wait he just doesn't come what a surprising coincidence!" Wilbur sighed and turned back to stare at the rooftop, suddenly a figure hushed over the said roof. "There he is!" Wilbur whispered excitedly. Monarch looked around to check for something, "He must've heard us" Wilbur whispered, "more like you" Techno mumbled as a reply. The vigilante narrowed his eyes and looked in their direction, "I don't care who you are, come out before this ends badly." Slowly Wilbur crept out of the shadows with his hands in the air, "we've just come to ask you a few questions about Dream." "I don't work for him anymore" Monarch hissed, clearly seeming threatened by the name. "We know" Wilbur paused to make sure he wasn't about to get a round-house kick from Monarch, "we came to ask about someone named Punz. Seem familiar?" Monarch thought about it, "Dream introduced me to him once. A skilled mercenary, you won't get anything out of him without payment. Can I leave now?" without awaiting an answer Monarch quickly jumped off the rooftop, disappearing into the night.

The two brothers stared at the file in front of them, asking Scott about Punz and Bomwatch turned out to be a bust. Punz didn't even have a file and the one of Bombwatch contained only a paper of his recent attacks, a picture with a description. Sighing Wilbur packed away the file, "well that definitely didn't help" he grumbled. Techno was observing letters that they had received. "Hey Wilbur, we got invited to an art museum exhibition." Wilbur looked at his brother with a raised eyebrow, "and?" Techno stared back, " the menu is based on potatoes."

How they ended up actually going was a question forever remaining unanswered, but here they were, inside some fine dining place surrounded by a bunch of posh people and some heroes. The exhibition was quite boring, impressive, yes but to Wilbur, it was just some paint. At one point a random British guy joined him whilst looking at a painting. "Impressive isn't it?" Wilbur looked at the guy. He wore a black suit and a red tie, his face was decorated by a clearly well taken care of mustache, "made years ago, quite a clever technique too" at this point Wilbur scooted away. The man was clearly lost in his thought. Wilbur snaked his way through the people trying to find his brother. He ended up going to the bathroom instead. Wilbur washed his face with water, this whole Dream thing was visibly getting on his nerves. A loud boom erupted from the hall, shaking the bathroom. Wilbur ran out the door and saw a panicked mob of people running to the exits, glass on the floor. Wilbur looked up and spotted someone staring back down at him, he grinned and threw a paper airplane before disappearing.

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