Chapter 1??? huh??? idk man go. go to my ao3.
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Pithss
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Dream’s head snapped up as a yell of pain echoed through the tundra, and he ran outside, throwing on his cape. Techno was kneeling by the fence surrounding his property, clutching his knee. “XD’s sake… Techno, you can’t keep running around like this.” Dream examined the bleeding gash that ran down Techno’s knee and then looked over at the rock that had caused the cut. “It’s too dangerous for you.”
Techno didn’t say a thing, his hands reaching up to slide into Dream’s own. The blonde’s eyes drifted over the clean white bandages he had put over the holes in techno’s face, and he found himself missing the pig’s scarlet eyes. They were always so expressive. Emotional. “Come on.” he hoisted techno up, the pinkette sinking into Dream’s arms. Dream didn’t mind; one hand on Techno’s hip as he helped the man inside.
Techno remained quiet as Dream wiped the blood off of Techno’s knee and disinfected it. He had stopped talking a few weeks ago, Phil mentioning how techno felt inadequate and thus quieted up. Dream missed his voice. After cleaning Techno’s knee, Dream reached for the bandages but found none. “Shit. I'll be right back, okay?” he pecked Techno on the forehead before walking downstairs to the supply chests.
Phil was there, sorting inventory. Dream began to rummage through chests, poking at random cloths. “He went outside again, didn’t he?” Dream nodded. “He’s restless, Phil. You can’t just keep him inside for the rest of his life.” “I know, mate,” the avian replied, “But it’s still too dangerous. I overheard Quackity and his friends in the market today- he thinks we’ve managed to bring techno’s sight back already. If he knew that Techno was still weak-” He fell silent.
“Why haven’t we brought back his sight yet, though?” Dream frowned, finally finding some bandages. “It’s not as easy as a regen potion, mate.” Phil’s wings ruffled. “His mind has sort of- forgotten that his eyes exist. They don’t want to heal them anymore.” He held out some bandages, and Dream took them, nodding at his fellow blonde and returning to techno.
Bandaging Techno up was pretty easy, and once Dream was done, he squeezed Techno’s hand. Techno tilted his head just slightly, a sigh escaping his lips. “I know.” Dream whispered. “I’d take you to see the world if I could.” Techno shifted and bumped his forehead against Dream’s, and the warrior could just barely hear him reply, “I know.” under his lips.
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Dream had been focused on how his boots crunched in the snow when he had been hit by what felt like a cross between a stick and a rock. He saw a short, blonde boy standing right on the tree line and sighed. “Ah, Tommy.” “Don’t fockin’ ‘ah tommy’ me. What the fuck are you doin’ here?” Tommy stepped out into the light, and Dream could see the scars that snaked across his face and arms.
Interesting how the warrior’s increased relationship with Techno heightened the guilt he felt when he remembered the harm he caused the boy. “Oh nothing. Just makin’ out with your brother, the usual.” Dream dodged the snowball launched at him this time. “Nuh- First of all, Big T would never fuckin’ kiss you. Second of all, he’s in pris-” Tommy trailed off as he realized exactly what he was looking at. Dream was out of prison. And that meant…
“Hey- hold on.” Dream grabbed the blond by the back of his shirt, stopping him from continuing the dash towards the house. “You can’t see him.” “whaat? Why?” Tommy’s voice heightened in pitch just slightly. “He’s my brother more than he’s your- whatever you think of him.” Dream let go, the younger hopping away a few paces to steady himself.
“He’s not okay right now.” Dream crossed his arms. “If news got out, shit would go bad. They’d be after his head again, and-” “You think I’d fuckin’ snitch?” Tommy interrupted, and Dream sighed. “No, but I think you run your mouth. The moment you and your little gang know what’s up, the whole SMP knows.” “If it puts Techno in danger, I won’t tell anyone.” Dream opened his mouth to argue and then rubbed his eyes.
“Prime- not that any of this will stop you, anyway. I love techno more than I hate you.” “Gross.” Tommy wrinkled his nose and then turned back towards the cabin, sprinting up the stairs and inside the house.
God, Dream hated that kid.