He runs through the alleyways, leading his team through to Dream's base. The Syndicate take a faster route as they will start the fight and they will ambush the hero's while they are preoccupied with the Syndicate.
It's a pretty good plan but plenty could go wrong like the hero's not being there, booby traps, ext. The point is that the plan isn't perfect, but that's just what he needs to fake his death.
An imperfect plan for an imperfect mortal death. Or perfect, if you consider death is his target and there's no way he can stop it.
It's funny how so much can happen and the mortals don't know.
Hell, he doesn't even know all that will happen while he's in this mortal body.
It's fun. Not knowing what is going to happen next. It makes everything a lot more interesting.
"Blood were close to the base now, correct?" Mask asks, running up beside him.
"Yes, we are." He answers hearing the faint sound of battle as if he strains his ears.
Deo seems to of picked up on the sound too.
"From the sound of it, the plan is successful so far." Deo comments with a smile.
"Of course it would. Dream's son and mom were plotting against him." Blitz laughs, speeding up.
"Don't remind me that Captain is my grandma, it makes me feel weird thinking of it." He complains, faking a shiver.
The noise of battle gets louder and he's asking for a fight.
He isn't the 'Forever Soldier' for no reason.
He's always aching for a fight. Aching for the adrenaline rush of fighting, killing, and torturing! It runs through his veins, through his bones.
Could you really think the god of darkness was some angel from Heaven? He may be peaceful sometimes but you really got to remember who you're thinking of.
The god of darkness and the Nether! He may control family but not even that is perfect. Abuse, neglect, fighting. All of these can happen in a family.
It's like you're humans Ying-Yang. There good in bad, and bad in good. You humans seem to forget he once was mortal.
He once was an imperfect soldier sent away from home.
You have to adapt to the situation to survive. Even if that means being contradicting with morals.
He was just a figment of the situations mortals have to put him in. He is simply made of situations.
That is why people say the make the gods the way they are.
The gods don't suddenly change as humans change. They adapt to more fit their duties and situations that came from that.
Well, that is enough blabbering to those how may not admit change is necessary and on with the story.
He finally gets to the building where the fight is held. The place is loud, like expected.
He looks back to his team.
"Let's make this something that they will tell in history books! Business Bay will go down in history today!" He yells, hyping them up just like a squadrent of soldiers.
It is time for his final fight in this body,
He will not lose.
He runs into the building. Signaling his team to follow.
He runs through the rooms getting closer to the noise.
The fight was in a garden place with a sunroof shining sunlight inside.
That doesn't make him any more ready for the fight considering he can't use sneaky shadows to give himself an edge.
He runs into the fight, launching to fight Blaze in a small fight.
It feels more like a spar as he has no ill feeling to Blaze and Blaze seems to have no ill feelings towards him.
"You're working for the Syndicate now? You would of been such a good hero, man." Blaze complains, trying to hit him with a firey fist.
"Man has people to protect. You know how it is." He sighs knowing Blaze would understand as they are engaged to Jester.
A fact he learned after a certain someone how to many drink.
"I can understand that, but that isn't going to stop me from turning you in!" Blaze yells, shooting a fire ball at him.
He turns one of his hands clawed and hits the ball back. "Two firey Nether hybrids are just the best to spare." He laughs seeing Blaze get exited.
"I thought I would never fight another Nether hybrid other that Blade, especially one that can touch fire as well!" Blaze laughs, throwing harder punches.
"Wouldn't of if I didn't get a power break first time on the news." He admits seeing Blaze burst out in a laughing fit realizing why he acts so different then back as he fought CG5 and Sparkle.
Dream is yelling at Blaze that they are in a fight.
It's kind of funny seeing Dream get so mad over such a small thing.
"Dream needs to take a chill pill." He joke's throwing a kick at Blaze.
They decided in a unspoken discussion to use only hand to hand combat as Blaze's power doesn't work on him.
"He needs to take the whole bottle man." Blaze jokes back, elbowing him in the rib.
"That almost hurt." He laughs in joying the fight.
He won't do anything bad this fight. The small banter is interesting enough.
He loses the hoodie, letting his golden wings get some air.
It's quite funny how quickly eyes can dart to him.
The wings are quite in the sun, a blessing his brother decided to give him.
Bright golden wings for when he needs the mortals to see him as a friend.
It always seems to work.
His fight with Blaze doesn't stop however as Blaze try's to kick him across the head.
He uses his wing to as a shield and pushes them away.
All while having the smuggest face he could pull off.
"You bastard." Blaze huffs with no real heat, even though he is a blaze hybrid.
The air pressure suddenly becomes two ten times heavier.
Something bad is about to happen. Something bad is about to happen. Something bad is going to happen.
"Well as lovely as this fight has been Blade, it is time for it to end." Dream says, holding up a remote.
"Dream, what is that!" Blaze yells at their team member."
"This is a detonator for the bombs in the basement." Dream laughs, putting their thumb on the trigger.
"This isn't senior prom." Wilbur whispers under their breath.
"Are you insane! You will kill everyone here, even yourself!" Blitz yells, running to disarm the maniac.
"I won't die, but all of you will." Dream laughs, pressing the button before there could be a response.
Everything goes white and his ears ring.
He can feel his body get blown up.
The familiar feeling is very unwelcome.
He holds on tight to the strings of painful life.
The pain is excruciating but he needs to see how Dream plans to get out of this alive, and to bring them to Death.
When the white covering his eyes fades he sees Dream using a protection spell.
How they learns it? Probably a old magic book.
How they could of acquired such a book? Anyone's guess.
He can smell the End dust of Ranboo's teleport.
Good, they're alive. Hopefully they lose this memory book as well.
He mutates his legs to deep slate, obsidian, and netherite. Anything else that has gone missing is covered in the same blend.
"Dream. You really thought it was a good idea to kill anyone that can be witness to anything that happens to you." He laughs, getting up with a distorted, mangled, and patched up again body.
Dream looks at the monster of a boy in horror.
"What are you, demon!" Dream yells, backing up a step.
"Change." He answers, trodding over to Dream.
He grabs the green man by the head and holds them up.
"Quick or slow? Your choice." He asks with a sadistic smile.
Dream doesn't answer, to prideful.
"Slow it is!" He decides, breaking one of Dreams fingers.
He relishes in the screams that abrupt from Dream as he slowly breaks every individual joint on the man's arm.
It's music to his pointed ears.
He puts up a clawed hand to Dreams mask and takes it off.
Dreams kicking feet start going faster as he puts a clawed finger up to one of Dreams neon green eyes.
He worms the finger under Dreams eye and pops it out, but not cutting it off nor popping it.
Dream squirms around with no more care for injury, tears running down his only still in the socket eye.
"Please, I'm sorry! I don't want to die!" Dream begs.
It's Finn how mortals beg for their life when they know their going to die.
"No." He answered, cutting Dreams throat so they slowly choke to death on their own blood.
He pops the other eye out to amuse himself while waiting for Dream to die.