Connie thought that being stuck on a team that’s filled with teammates, especially a certain one that would describe their powers as ‘Dance Dance Revolution, except you don’t have a choice’, wasn’t as cool or as fun as most people would think.
Connie turned around to glare at his boss, his hand now on his sore throat, he knew that the man could have caught him a different way. Could have caught him like a princess, but he knew he wasn’t Conrad’s favorite, he thought sometimes that he was probably the least liked person on the whole team.
Connie stopped glaring, knowing how futile the action was since he didn’t even know if Conrad was looking at him, but when Bassdrop suddenly appeared to Conrad’s side, he began whispering.
With a person who maybe hasn’t learned how to whisper, Bassdrop brattles actively. “I’m bored, can we get pizza?”
“No, Bassdrop shut up, get back to…” Conrad looked around suggestively, his hat allowing the entire team to tell them where he is looking. “Watching the hostages. I’ll give you pizza if none of them die.”
“That was by accident! And it wasn’t even my fault!” Bassdrop whined, his hands waving the air as if he was getting rid of all the accusations pointed at him. “How was I supposed to know that the building was going to fall when I played my song? Not me!”
“You’re not helping yourself you know, that right?” Connie stated, his voice bland as he watched Bassdrop cover his ears with his neon blue cat headphones.
“Enough prattling you two, we’re not here to bicker among ourselves.” Conrad sighed heavily, his coat covered shoulders tensing up.
Crossing his arms, Connie swore that if Conrad had a face it would like one of the disappointed mothers. “Bassdrop take Busal with you and go tell the police our demands, Busal can come back to grab a hostage if anything goes wrong.”
Connie felt his irritation increase, along with a pounding headache. Bassdrop, on the other hand, was a bouncing mess, grabbing Connie by the collar of his jacket he started dragging him towards the front. Connie only regaining his sense enough to follow the bouncing man.
With a tug he got out of Bassdrop’s grasp, rubbing his throat again as pain bloomed there. “Don’t touch me, you weirdo.”
“I didn’t touch you!” Bassdrop crossed his arms like a pouting child, his eyes closed as he tilted his head up.
Connie only looked for a second before opening the front door, looking out towards the six cop cars, a news van, and three superheroes standing just outside. Bassdrop joined him, bouncing on the back of his heels right beside Connie.
“We have a demand!” Bassdrop yelled to the group, cheeriness in his voice like doing this was a normal everyday thing, which it kind of was.
Glancing at the ground Connie stifled a laugh. “You mean ‘demand’s?”
“Yes, that too.” Bassdrop nodded, his hands on the door frame as he leans.
“Close the door you numbnuts, I don’t want Sugar weaseling his way to us.” Connie shut his door, disgust clear on his visible face. Bassdrop followed him, his eyes never leaving the bright flashing lights of red and blue.
“What’s your demand!” A hoarse voice shouted, sounding muffled by the glass door.
“...Do we even know the demands that Conrad wanted” Connie asked Bassdrop, his eyes planted, no glued to the ground as the thought of messing this up hit him like a train.
“No... I thought you knew!” Panic rose in Bassdrop’s voice, his eyes glancing at the policeman that had asked the question.
Connie crossed his arms, his eyes now glued to the door handle. “Just put a reasonable demand down, something Conrad would say.”
Opening the door Bassdrop nodded. “We demand...Uh...Equal rights!” With that shout he stuck his head back inside, glee in his eyes.
Connie snickered. “You know we’re never going to get that. Ask them for...Weapons or money.”
Once again Bassdrop nodded, sticking his head back out of the door. “Never mind! We want money or weapons...Or both!”
“There you go.” Connie congratulated the older man, his arms crossed as he watched the confused police officers gather in a circle.
“You two know that’s not right,” The silky country accent filled the room, Connie tensed. Spinning around he found the walking nightclub disaster standing in the middle of the room, a smirk on his pink glossed lips, and his hands on his hips. “Right?”
“Bassdrop! Take care of him!” Connie shouted, within one second, he covered his ears with his hands, his eyes glued to Sugar as he ran to stand behind the massive man.
“Got it Busal!” Bassdrop shouted, his hands in his pocket as he fished out his phone.
“Now Bassy, honey, I don’t-” Sugar softly said, his calm demeanor quickly breaking as the music started playing.
Pulse-pounding, rib-vibrating dubstep began playing through the whole building. Connie clenched his jaw, feeling his entire body vibrate, soon enough covering his ears with his hands didn’t drown out the hard bass that had dropped.
“Bassdrop!” Sugar yelled, his honey brown eyes scanned the walls. Connie knew what was going to happen.
“I can still hear his voice! Turn it up!” Connie removed his hands from his head, a smile plastered on his covered mouth, the vibrating making his voice sound weird only made him a little happy. But he knew the headache and the jelly feeling in his body would only come once the music stopped.
Connie could see the walls begin to crack as Bassdrop listened to his instructions. It was like watching a spider form their webs on the walls, something Connie never thought was lame to see.
Sugar wobbled a bit, the floor warping. Connie noted that it was like a visualizer in a trap-song he would watch in his spare time.
The only thing that broke the hard beats was Bassdrop yelling at him. “Busal!” Bassdrop brought himself to Connie’s face, honest causing the man to tense.
“My phone’s almost dead!” Shouting Bassdrop bought his phone to Connie’s face, he saw the red bar and felt panic set in. He knew that as soon as Bassdrop had played his music Conrad had ran, either getting that old car of his or running away down an alleyway.
Connie felt panic set into his bones like the vibrations from the music, with a glance around he knew what to do. “Pause it!”
Bassdrop did as he was told, his confusion was evident on his face as he glared at Connie, Connie paid no motion to the glaring. Instead he turned his eyes to Sugar, the plan reeling in his head as he thought of all the things that could go wrong.
He knew that the other two would be arriving any second, they were always together, and it was very annoying at times. Connie knew his team wasn’t the best, with a leader that’ll leave when anything bad happens, two others who don’t even show up half the time, then a bouncing man child who pouts when you don’t promise him some type of food.
Connie glanced at Bassdrop’s dying phone. “Listen, we’re getting out of here. Get ready to do Bass Cannon.” He harshly whispered, his hands clenching as he saw the bouncing man do what he was told.
“Now, that wasn’t very nice.” Sugar drawled out, Connie glared at the nightclub’s shoes. It took Connie almost a month to get used to Bassdrop’s powers, it always left his teeth jarring and his body feeling like jelly afterwards. Maybe they had fought them too much and were getting used to our best card so far.
“You could have taken the whole building down, you know how upset the mayor gets when her stuff is broken.”
“She can suck an egg.” Bassdrop whined, his voice was higher than normal. Sugar’s powers were affecting him, and Connie could feel the powers working as well. The way his heart lurched every time Sugar spoke made him sick to his stomach.
Connie glanced at Sugar, glaring at him to show Sugar how much Connie hated him. Sugar put a sequin glove over his heart dramatically, his glossed lips going into a perfect ‘O’. “Bassdrop, such language! I would have expected Busal to say something like that.”
“Fuck you.”
Sugar either chose to ignore him or didn’t care. Connie thought he probably was doing both. “But from you? I can see that they are starting to be a-”
“Do you have...That’s my bad.” Jinx said, Lazerbeam following him, a worried look on their faces as they glanced at the cracked walls and warped floors.
Putting his hands on his hips, turning he faces the two other heroes. Once he did that Connie could feel the effects of Sugar’s power’s leaving his body.
“Rude much, I almost had these two!”
“Then why didn’t you just keep talking to them?”
“Because it’s rude not to respond to someone, you should know this Jinx.”
“Sugar, Jinx, Lazerbeam? Thank you for getting them, but I think they’re trying to escape.” A new voice informed the hero’s, Connie felt his blood boil, clenching his teeth he saw the blue and white caped hero enter the room.
Wonderboy floated behind the hero’s, mere inches away from the ground. With more than one power he was declared the best hero in the city, Connie couldn’t help but hate him.
He had flight, speed, strength, can see through almost any material, and he could freeze you in a second when he just blows on you.
“Hi Wonderboy!” Bassdrop basically seemed to radiate happiness, his eyes glued to Wonderboy. Connie could only snicker, he knew that Bassdrop may have a thing for the hero.
Wonderboy waved, a smile plastered on his face. “Hi Bass, how’s your day?”
“Pretty good!” Replying happily, he nudged Connie, who was watching the approaching hero’s intently, with his dying phone Connie glanced at it, a smile creeping on his face.
Grabbing Bassdrop’s shoulder, Connie tensed his whole body, preparing for the jarring exit. “You see, we would totally love to stay and talk, and I assume to go to prison or whatever you have planned for us.”
“Like we’ll arrest you loser.”
“Thank you Jinx for your very HELPFUL opinion, but we gotta go...Bassdrop?” Connie watched with a smirk on his face as he saw the hero’s tense, not knowing what they were planning to do.
“Yup.” His finger pressing play on his video, with a deafening drop of the dropping bass, it shot them out of the bank, the front wall smashing before they could even hit it. The wind, everything seemed to go past them.
Connie closed his eyes, his hands, no his whole body shaking violently from the music and fear that attacked his body. He felt his ear drums pop, his eyes water, and his stomach lurching as the music suddenly died.
Connie snapped his eyes open, Bassdrop was beside him, his eyes wide, but not with fear, but with an excitement that Connie thought wasn’t possible. With a thud Connie and Bassdrop hit the ground, from the groan of pain that had come out from them both, the landing had hurt.
Connie felt the bile climb its way up his throat, he placed a hand on his stomach. He couldn’t remember the last time he had gotten sick, he hated the feeling.
“Are you going to throw up? Cause your making your throw up face.” Connie couldn’t see where the tall man was, but his voice had come from behind him.
He remembers now, he had thrown up last month practicing that move with Bassdrop in the outskirts of the city. Right...Fun.
“No…Maybe?” Connie shook his head, the headache getting worse. “Let’s just get out of here...wherever we are.” Sluggishly standing up he cleared his throat, the sickly-sweet taste lingering there for a second.
When he stood up, he found the normal environment of a disgusting back alley. He was irritated, no he was raging mad. He may have been a baby, a complaining whiny baby at times, but he was mad.
His whole body hurt, his headache was telling him to pick up some Advil or he was going to end up murdering someone, maybe Bassdrop, nobody would know.
“Can you?”
“Yes, I’ll text Conrad.” Conrad groaned in pain as he reached for his pocket, but once he put his hand in the pocket, he could tell something was horribly wrong. It was the panic of when you drop your phone and you have a little panic attack when you’re scared to check the screen. Grabbing his phone, he heard the crunching of glass and plastic.
Out of the corner of Connie’s blurry vision, he saw the black and blue man step a distance back. A pained look in his eyes.
“B-Busal?”
“No, No, NO!”
“U-Uhm…That sucks.”
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