Wait this is actually so fucking good im invested wait what happened i need context i wanna read more /nf /silly /but actually /im like invested in it now /silly again

Casually posts it because i'm bored

A scream ripped techno back to reality, his hands fumbling to grasp what the hell was going on. He found smooth stone below him, slightly warm from a nearby wall of lava. Right. The prison. The voices were screaming, an endless roar that made his already aching head throb. Shaky arms pushed himself up, and he took in his blurry surroundings. A few huddled shapes silhouetted by the lava wall, and a boot coming straight towards his face.

Stars filled his vision as his head smacked against the wall of the prison room and he gritted his teeth. His muscles had become soft after so many weeks of just sitting around doing nothing, he realized, as he failed to block a punch aimed at his nose. “Quackity you piece of-” someone said, the hands punching him being pulled away as his abuser was tackled.

Warm blood trickled down his face as techno tried to breathe, figuring out what to do. His legs felt numb. His arms were weak. Through the pain, anger, and flares of stress, shame bubbled up. The voices would be laughing at him right now if they weren’t currently screaming their asses off.

He pushed himself to his feet, his clothes sticky with blood. He was vaguely able to make out the shapes of Quackity punching dream a couple times before throwing him off, the duck turning to march towards him again.

Techno relished in his own stupidity for just a second, realizing he had no way to defend himself. “Quackity, listen to me-” he raised his hands up. Shit. Maybe the power of friendship will work. Quackity’s knee hit techno in the ribs, his boot slamming down on techno’s neck. Well. so much for the power of friendship.

“You’re pathetic.” Quackity spat, slamming techno’s head into the wall before sending him sprawling across the room, his back colliding with dream’s knee. Techno reached out for Dream, and for just a moment, he was in Dream’s arms, looking blurrily up at Dream’s face. Safe.

Quackity’s hand hooked into the back of his shirt, Techno yanked unceremoniously away from Dream’s warmth. The pinkette heard the sound of a pickaxe unsheathing, and his muscles strained as he tried to punch Quackity. Quackity simply twisted his arm behind his back, Techno’s head slamming into the wall once again.

“Well now. Isn’t THIS familiar?” Quackity cackled, grabbing techno’s neck and forcing him to the ground. “Well. As you said, Techno, I have a pickaxe, and I'll put it through your teeth.” through the snarkiness, techno could hear the pure rage boiled down in quackity’s voice. “Quackity, no!” Dream said, so far off.

“Goodnight little piggy.” Quackity spat, and then the pickaxe lowered, not towards techno’s chest, but towards his eyes.

Pain splintered through techno’s body, and everything went numb. He knew a scream had ripped from his throat, but he never heard it. Everything was dark and bright,the voices becoming white noise, and then he was falling.

—

Techno woke up in darkness. He could hear the chirping of birds and feel his bedsheets against his skin, but he couldn’t see. His claustrophobia spiked, and he calmed himself. He was alive. Or was he? Maybe he was just hallucinating. He tried to sit up, and a hand gently forced him back down. “Sorry mate, you’re still really beaten up.”

The piglin forced himself not to scream, his hands reaching down to grab the hand of his friend, before following it up to his shoulders, and his coarse stubble. He could also feel his mouth, tightly pressed in a line. “…Phil? Why can’t I see?” He mumbled through a sore throat, and Phil’s sigh blew against his hands. “Quackity blinded you. I’m sorry, mate.”

Techno’s hands dropped to his sides, and then lifted up to feel the bandages covering his face. After a few moments of repressing his grieving emotions, he settled, hoping that he was expressing a neutral face. “So. How did I get here? You know. After Quackity said he destroyed my pearl chamber.”

“Dream brought you back.” Phil said, making a sound that techno was pretty sure meant the avian was scratching his chin. “Dream?” Techno sat up once again, his heart fluttering. Dream had rescued him? His knight in shining- this is not the time for simping. “Down, Tech.” Phil’s hand pushed him back once again. “But how did he get out of the prison himself?”

“No idea mate. But you could ask him yourself?” Techno had to force himself to not sit up. “He’s here?” “Yep. Was in a right state too, begging me to save you and all that. It was like he had no idea I am a couple thousand years old.” “Can I see him?” Techno fiddled with his hands, and Phil got up. “Sure. Just relax, okay? I’ll be back in a min.” Techno nodded, the one brief second of safety in Dream’s arms still replaying in his head.

–

“Tech?” Techno sat up at the noise, reaching his arms out. Rough hands slipped into his own, and he pulled them to his lips. He felt the bed shift as the blonde sat down nearby him. “I missed you.” Dream carded his hand through techno’s hair, the piglin’s ear flicking at the touch. “Was I gone long?” he mumbled, keening as Dream pulled him close. “About a month. It’s been horrible without you.” “good.” Techno chuckled.

There was a moment of silence, before techno reached out and felt dream’s face, feeling his scars, his eyelashes, and at last his lips. His heart panged, and he sighed softly. “I want to see your face.” “I know.” Dream replied. He could feel Dream moving closer, and his hands moved to dream’s jaw, feeling him move forward. He could feel Dream’s breath against his skin, closer, closer.

He was jolted out of the sightless trance he was in from a loud bump that could only be Phil's wings banging into the doorframe out of surprise. Dream immediately left his grasp. There was a silence that made techno want to scrape his skin off, before Phil rustled and said in what techno assumed he thought was a dignified voice, “Am- am I missing something here?”

Techno could almost hear the giddiness in the avian’s voice, and he opened his mouth, his brain trying to spawn something that would get Phil to move on. “Well, I hope not.” Dream spoke, the bed shifting as he stood up. “I was just trying to check his bandages, okay? Nothing weird.” “Sure, mate.” Phil's wings rustled, and techno once again longed for his eyes. He felt useless.

“Well, once you’re done with him, can you come join me downstairs? I need help feeding the dogs.” “alright, alright.” silence fell as Phil left, and then dream’s lips pressed against his forehead. “Try to rest, I'll be back in a bit with some soup.” Techno nodded as Dream walked towards the door. “Bye.” he said after a few moments, not realizing that Dream was already gone.

Oh wait um TW! or something. people almost kissing.

AEAEAEAEAE ANGST

lore drop GRRRAAAGHH

lowkey ate this up

I love slowly indoctrinating everyone into the DnB cult

dont indoctrinate me PLEASE IM HERE FOR THE ANGST /lh

I mean they will probablyy end up married by the end of the fic so,,,,,,,

Or maybe dead

Married AND dead

Hmmm

itd be silly if only one of them dies 🥶