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George knows this is a bad idea, Dream and Sapnap's faces betrayal similar feelings.
It's treasonous, if they'll caught they'll be put in prison. However prison would be preferable to the hell they've been living. Training until Sapnap and Dream's finger are burnt black from their powers, George passing out as he's made to move heavy weights with his mind. It's no secret the Syndicate has joined up with Bes and his two little Vigilantes. After careful studying of Bes's relationships it's clear, he takes care of them. The main three look healthier, their powers seem more overwhelming than normal, Bes swooping in to block off a hero if they get to close.
The little sidekicks only wear masks and basic nano-tech so inspecting them is easy when they do get a glance. They're filled out with healthy weight and have no fear of heroes or villains alike. Bes is of course always three steps away. The Vigilante is stronger than anything they've faced, the only blessings are he stays in his district and isn't an actual Villain.
When Dream comes into Sapnap's room where he and George are sitting with the idea of going to Bes he's immediately hit with rejection. They go back and forth for hours, of 'He didn't even really attack us!' and 'He threatened us to never come near him!'. Decisions for a group is hard, especially to reach the same goal.
Bes is dangerous, but he's a certified way out. He takes care of the ones he loves, he's powerful, he could definitely back up a threat against the commission, all points Dream brings up. It takes convincing and a lot of thought, worry for their own love ones.
Yet now, it's happening.
Dream, 404, Sapnap, a carefully balanced hero team. Strong, brave, names associated with Heroes. The team doesn't feel much like Heroes now as they sit atop Bes's seemingly favorite building. They feel like scared children, worried about their futures and what will happen if Bes doesn't accept them.
They all jump back with a shriek as a voice calls from behind them. "What are you lot doing here?" It seems the whole family came out to play, Villains and Vigilantes standing clustered. Sapnap shoves Dream toward them, the blonde pouts back at his friend. He steps forward a foot but doesn't separate from his team. "We need to talk to Bes." Lethe shuffles on his feet nervously, Jamp scowls at them. Siren looks behind his left shoulder where Bes is crouched. The Vigilante's fingers brush the ground, eyes glow from the holes of his mask. He tilts his head.
"What could the big bad Heroes want with me? I am surely but a humble man." He says theatrically with a dramatic gesture to himself. 404 rolls his eyes behind his goggles. "We need to ask a favor, a big one." Dream admits, shouts of protest follow, rightfully. Angel remains calmly looking at Bes.
How could they ask that? After everything?
Bes silences them as he stands slowly. His creaking bones sound, not in place like they should be, but as false oiled cogs. "What would that be? I owe nothing to you." He finally grunts. Dream wringes his hands nervously, Sapnap rolls his shoulders back.
"We have to escape the hell being a hero is. It's an abusive work with no help to the civilians who need it. A worthless meaning." He grunts. The three Villains laugh, high pitched and rumbling together. Bes huffs an amused breath.
"So you want what? My help, my protection? Tell me, what is it?" 404 sits back on the raised ledge. "If you don't want to keep your word just kill me, I'm tired of being scared for my life everyday, I just want to feel safe." He tells Bes. It silences all laughter and he looks across at them. "Well boys, what do you think?" Bes spins around and throws his arms out as he stands in front of the Heroes.
It takes a long few moments before Angel steps forward. "Come on then, let's find them a place to stay, we can figure it out from then." Bes looks at the hopeful, relieved, exhausted, men behind him, and frowns. "They're coming back to seven with me for the next few weeks actually, you want to live normal lives?" Dream nods, 404 slouches against Sapnap.
"Let's go get you a real home then."
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Two long weeks. The former Dream Team spends two long weeks with Bes hovering.
His name is Tommy and he protects them. An apartment, food, and oddly enough affection. Heroes aren't warm to each other, they do their jobs and ignore each other as much as they can. The lack of adrenaline hits though. Even wanting to live more peacefully the itch for a fight doesn't go away like that. They have rules of course put in place by Tommy but the rules are painfully simple no issues really arise with them. The Villains certainly aren't happy with having the split attention as Tommy watches over their every move. He always is, even if not obsessively.
Like now.
"Just sit up here if you're going to watch us." George grunts, Bes pulls himself up the building and squats down on the short wall boarding the roof. "Any more hero spottings Tisiphone?" He asks and George shakes his head. Sapnap pipes up from where he's lazily draped himself on top of Dream. "Alecto here thought so, it was a cat." He snickers, Dream scowls at the other. "Shut up Megaera."
Bes smiles, red lips curling. "Did you name it?" He asks quietly. The three look over and blink stupidly at the blonde.
He's only staring at them curiously. Dream fumbles as he straightens himself up and walks away, calling something about heading in for the night. He feels Bes's eyes trail slowly after him and it's a relief to no longer have that piercing gaze stuck crawling under his skin. Dropping down he leans against the alley wall with a sigh of relief and dropping of his shoulders. A nice night alone for patrol with his friends interrupted. Opening his eyes he looks up to the night sky. Stars aren't great out here but he can make out the brightest ones. "C'mon Dream, it's fine, you're the one who wanted this." He sneers to himself.
The stars twinkle lightly back in response. Dream drops his head to his chest and bangs his fist against the brick behind him. "Calm down there tiger, wouldn't want to fuck up that hand." He definitely jumps like a scared cat with a yelp as he hops to the side.
Standing to his left is Jamp, or well, Tubbo. Ranboo stands just behind smaller teen, both in their masks when talking to him of course. Tommy's engraved that into them all for the public with masks. "You know it's alright to not feel comfortable yeah?" Tubbo continues when Dream doesn't answer.
"What do you mean? I'm more comfortable here than at that prime forsaken tower." As if to emphasize his words a visible chill runs through Dream. "Yes, but we're still new to interact with like this. It's strange for us too ya know? But Tommy's always had a heart too big for those he deems wanted."
"Wanted?" Dream asks, Ranboo smiles. "Of course you're wanted. There's no other reason you're here." Tubbo elbows him roughly. "What Ran is trying to say, is that if we didn't want you guys here with us you wouldn't be here. The second one of us said to get rid of you, you would've been dead." There's a sharp like grin surely that presses at acid eyes. Dream swallows. "He would have killed us immediately?" They both nod.
"Take all the time in the world to get to know us, it increases your chances." Tubbo spins around with Ranboo gliding after him creepily. Just like Tommy in the complex hallways. It's always freaked them all out. Dream cringes his face up as Bes's laugh echoes from above him on the roof. Loud, cracked, and deeply amused.
He turns away and walks off. Maybe he just needs to sleep.