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Dream thinks about Prison a lot since his escape. 

Not because he wants to go back, dear XD no, but because of who he was stuck with: Technoblade, the Blood God himself. 

Before this, they were strictly a work partnership because Dream had, perhaps foolishly, saved Technoblade’s life after he miraculously lived through his execution. Dream had saved his life, and then also saved his horse’s life. Technoblade’s expression changed then, turning back to when they first met. Technoblade looked at Dream with such curiosity. It was then double downed on when Dream handed him iron armor and an iron pickaxe- and apologized for nothing more, that Technoblade laughed and said this will be fine.

Dream was now in hiding. It didn’t feel as suffocating as it might have in the past, but there was something about no one knowing where he was that made Dream feel like he could do anything. If they wanted to destroy his SMP, then they could do it. Dream had fought for this world, for his world with everything he had- and now he had nothing. So when the world was finally sick, and destroyed itself, Dream would leave- and go back to the Forest, where perhaps he always belonged.

Dream had taken to a mooshroom island out in the middle of the sea. He was content. With his son, Connor, under the protection of Technoblade, Dream had no worries. His son had texted him and claimed he was settling in the arctic, and had been content with a dirt hut before Technoblade and Philza had made him change it. Punz, his loyal friend, had pulled through and given him the items he needed once he escaped- netherite tools, armor, golden apples… it had been just enough to help him get away. He was thankful for his friend. They’d played the game as well as they could and everyone thought Punz wanted nothing to do with Dream. The SMP had no idea where Punz’s loyalties lied. Perhaps Dream’s loyalties had been twisted up for a while, but they were now unwinding at long last. 

Though his communicator had been blowing up as of late, usually empty threats from Tommy, egging him on, or from less empty threats from Sapnap, swearing he was gonna find him and kill him - which was fair enough. Dream wasn’t gonna sit here and argue about whether or not he’d done horrid things - because he had. He’d killed kids, brought them back to life, tried to control everything and everything, and yet it was because he just wanted a safe place for all. Besides, Sapnap had promised to kill Dream if he ever escaped, and Sapnap had never broken a promise. 

Too often people forgot that Dream had started this server for him and his friends, and then so many people kept joining, and then… and then it got out of control. Absolute anarchy leads to destruction. Old Dream believed that. New Dream believed the people of this server deserved it. 

He looked down to his communicator to clear out the notifications, and leave his old friends on read, hoping they’d leave him be. He’d made sure to turn off the tracking device, of course, so if they wanted to find him, they’d have to go on a whole expedition, risk a hundred resources, and then well, if they found him, he’d die because he was much too tired to try anymore. Besides, if they went through all that, then they’d earned it. And then they could deal with the fallout of a dead Avatar and the wrath of a God.  

---

Sapnap 

When are you gonna give yourself up?

I told you I’d kill you myself if you ever
escaped. Why did you think this was a

good fucking idea? You’re an idiot. The

kids are completely freaked out over your

escaping, especially Tommy. The kid deserves

a break, don’t you think? Has prison brought

back your morals? Some people argue it has. I 

think it’s done nothing but make it worse.

I think you’re worse than before. 

Ultimately, I miss my best friend, but I guess

he’s already been dead for a long time. 

---

George 

I’ve heard you were in Prison for a long time. 

Shame how someone who helped to design 

the damn place got stuck there. Especially in 

the max security. I’ve heard through XD that 

They were in a position to help you escape, but

Technoblade stopped that, like the idiot he is. I

was gonna come to visit, I promise. But, I fell 

into a sleep… you know how that goes. 

---

TommyInnit 

Just turn yourself in already, asshole. 

Prison was good for you, put things into perspective. 

Whatever Quackity did to you, I promise you did 

worse to me. 

Remember, I am the victim, 

you are the fucking abuser, no matter how much 

anyone thinks you can change, I know you can’t. 

I hope Sapnap finds you and kills you. 

I hope your life flashes through your eyes 

before you die. I hope you suffer before you die. I 

can’t wait for the day when the server collapses 

because of your death. 

---

Technoblade 

I really am sorry. 

---

Somehow, that was the worst message he’d received that day. Technoblade never apologized. Typically because he never had anything to apologize for. 

But for him to genuinely believe him kicking him away was his mistake, it made Dream wanna cry. Deep down, Dream knew Technoblade probably only wanted Dream back because he could revive the dead. He wanted Ranboo back. 

Their friendship was long dead. Their true friendship, that was forged within the veins of the forest- the one destroyed by ice and flames- that one was gone. Dream was what remained. 

Dream had started to feel bad about what he did to Ranboo. 

Because to be honest, Dream can barely even remember a time when he was good. 

Was Dream ever good? He thinks back to his childhood, he never grew up with parents, only living with XD and Drista in the Forest of the Gods, on a sacred server that people rarely entered unless praying to the Gods of the Servers. 

This is where the Blood God spent a lot of their time, as well as Philza Minecraft’s wife, Kristin (the Goddess of Death). Dream liked them a lot. The Blood God taught Dream how to fight, Kristin taught Dream the importance of Life, and XD chose Dream to be his own Avatar, the person who’d carry out XD’s wishes, making servers, watching over those servers in XD’s name. Then the Blood God chose an Avatar, and that’s when Dream got his first-ever look at Technoblade. 

-

The Piglin-hybrid had wandered from the Nether, a fiery place which was often referred to as hell by the “Players” and the “NPCs” of the servers, a universal ‘server’ that was connected to all ‘admin-made’ servers. A nameless hybrid at the time, wandered into the forest. 

Dream found him first, and was enamored because of his pink hair and red eyes. They were so rare, so netherian, that Dream’s eyes wouldn’t- couldn’t leave the hybrid’s eyes. The Blood God would want this one, Dream knew it. 

So yes, Dream ruined Techno’s life by giving him to the Blood God, but if Techno wanted out, he could have refused. He could have refused. He didn’t have to follow him. 

“Hallo? Do you know where I am?” the piglin hybrid asked at the time and Dream’s green eyes widened - how had he seen them? They thought they were invisible to the naked eye, how intriguing! “I was just in the Nether and now… I’m here?”

Dream squeaked a bit, turning to run before the two of them make eye contact and Dream’s wondering what the hell someone dares to have red eyes of all things; they definitely were a huge fan of his eyes, like a huge fan, “Y-You’re in the Forest of the Gods,” oh XD, Dream fucking stuttered! Oh no. 

“Wow, that’s a pretentious name. Are you a God, then?” The drawl of the Hybrid’s voice was enticing. He wondered how the hybrid had even come to exist, how the hybrid could speak, oh Dream’s curiosity was peaked. 

Dream shook his head, eyes were trained on the piglin-hybrid. Red eyes were still trained on him like he was the interesting one. Dream couldn’t help it, they twirled a strand of their hair, nervous energy coming off of him like an aura,  “I’m an Avatar.”

“And that somehow sounds just as pretentious. What’s that?” His voice is carefully bored, but there is still the hidden trace of curiosity. 

“I speak for my God, basically the physical body of a being unable to come to the server made by men,” Dream explains, swinging down to the ground with ease, standing significantly shorter than the other, and wasn’t that a fun thought because Dream had always been tall for an Avatar; obviously he wasn’t taller than the Gods, but he was tall for his species. Human wasn’t quite right, but maybe… humanoid? “Do you have a name, Hybrid?”

“Uh, I think it’s Technoblade,” his voice shakes, and Dream wonders how terrifying that is. Sure, he remembers his family in hidden moments; quiet moments that are barely there anymore. Dream wonders if XD has something to do with that. 

“What a pretentious name,” Dream teases back, the tease is almost too easy. It almost makes Dream’s heart relax in a way he didn’t remember. It makes his heart stutter. It makes his chest ache. “I am Dream.”

Technoblade rolls his eyes, “What a pretentious name indeed.”

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Dream remembered so vividly the day Technoblade had been brought to the Blood God because of him. 

Dream was old, older than most. But it seemed like Technoblade was also old. Different sort of old, as he spent the last few hundred years wandering around the nether and Dream was wandering around the equivalent of the multiverse. He remembers wanting in that moment- companionship? Friendship? Something. And he thought Technoblade could give it to him. 

So he brought Technoblade to The Tree. Where hopefully a God would choose him as his Avatar, and therefore Dream would never truly have to part from him. There would be years where they wouldn’t see each other, but neither would truly die. Unless, of course, their Gods got sick of them. 

“I work for the Gods,” Dream explained on the way; Dream did enjoy talking about XD. For all of XD’s quirks, They were a wonderful creature to worship and serve. Dream frankly couldn’t imagine serving anyone else, least of all the Blood God. Maybe he should warn Technoblade about where he’s taking him and to whom he’s introducing him to…  “More specifically X-D. They’re a powerful being and are training me how to make and control ‘servers’.”

“What’re… servers?” Technoblade asked, discomfort in his tone that Dream had to guess was the discomfort of not knowing what something was. Relatable, he noted, eyes shining at the mention of something connecting the two of them besides power.  

“They are places where players’ and ‘NPCs’ live. Players are the conscious people who can hop from server to server while NPCs are usually the entities who are bound to a singular server and when a server collapses, their lives are usually lost as well. NPCs can be anything from villagers to mobs. A server is where people come to spend time and live, like worlds, I guess. The Nether and the End are universal parts of different servers, every server has its own unique Nether/End.”

“Ah,” Techno drawled, but he seemed interested despite the bored tone, and Dream couldn’t help but enjoy explaining the intricacies of Server creation to the hybrid, especially when he was so interested, “That makes sense, I suppose.”

“But, I am bringing you to the Gods. if one of them wants you, you’ll be an Avatar with me! If they don’t, you’ll die,” Dream had decided to say something. This was the out he was giving him. Dream hadn’t… had a choice in becoming an Avatar, so if Dream could give this long-living mortal a chance to stay just that he would.

But, of course, Technoblade continued to shatter his expectations. 

“Oh wonderful, thanks,” while the quip was sarcastic, there wasn’t any real bite behind it and Dream wondered about that. For a Piglin, he seemed very… chill. 

(He’d later find out just how un-chill Technoblade was when it came to battle and blood, but oops. Dream may have created a monster when he introduced him to the Gods, and therefore the blood god, but shhh…) 

“There are a lot of gods, I’m sure one will want you, don’t be such a debby downer,” Dream couldn’t help but tease. He couldn’t help but start praying to XD, because they really wanted to keep this one! Technoblade was immensely entertaining, which Dream loved. 

“How were you chosen?”

And the question sounds odd. Because Dream can’t remember the last time someone truly asked him that. It’s so odd, they stumble. Dream can see they’re about to fall, when a hand wraps around their arm. Their eyes snap up and oh. Techno adjusts Dream’s stance. 

Dream was immortal, simply put, because the day XD chose Dream, he became pretty much immortal unless a God/Goddess or an Avatar of a God/Goddess chose to kill him, so it was a long, long time ago (at least it felt like it was) that Dream was chosen, “Uh… XD says it’s because they see themself in me? Which is weird, how do you see yourself in some kid in a village that worships you? So yeah, they kinda stole me from my home and brought me here. I don’t remember my parents or anything, which is probably a side effect, but they probably saw it as a sacrifice to their god, I don’t think they care much.”

Techno frowned, “So you were kidnapped?”

Wow, he was bold enough to say it… 

Dream’s eyebrows shot up, because technically, he wasn’t wrong… but… “Well, I… it’s like God, can one be kidnapped by God?”

Technoblade tilted his head, red eyes narrowed on them like he was trying to dissect him, “Well… I… I mean, I was just lost and you’re bringing me to your gods, so I don’t know if this is technically kidnapping-”

“I think you’re cool, I want you to live forever with me!” Dream couldn’t help but interrupt that line of thought. They had to say something to convince Technoblade this was the right decision. Dream had given him a way out and he hadn’t taken it! Which had to mean something!

Or maybe he just wants to live forever.

“That’s- wait, you’re immortal?”

“Well, I am under divine protection, I live for my God, so therefore they protect me so I can do my duty. Only other Gods and Avatars of Gods can kill me.”

“Ah, that makes sense, why are you telling me this?”

“Well, in case other avatars attack you, you know, not all of them are as nice as me,” they smile, before adding a wink. They then continue trekking down the path.They stopped at a huge tree that was situated at the center of the forest; Dream was sure Technoblade wasn’t entirely sure how he knew it was in the center, something just told him it was, “And so, uh, yeah, I’ll bring you to meet them, and then from there you and whatever God wants you, and then you will work out a contract. Good luck!” Dream smiled as brightly as they could help it; they then brought all their courage together and pressed a kiss to the hybrid’s hand. Then pushed them into the tree, which he thought would hurt, but then to be absorbed into the tree, he glanced back and saw Dream take a deep breath of relief, and great, that certainly made Technoblade feel better. It wasn’t that Technoblade distrusted the creature, but Dream was mysterious, and although Dream seemed like they wanted to tell him all sorts of things, they had just met. 

But Techoblade felt it too. He wanted to get to know the Avatar more. So if this is how he was to do it? He’d do it. 

When he was “inside” the tree, whatever the hell that meant, he glanced around with a stoic face. It wasn’t that Techno ever believed in “fate” but that’s because in the Nether, at least the one he was from, everyone worked together to survive because it was such harsh conditions, fate was a forbidden subject if anything. Netherian’s grew from the lava and fought to survive- through hard work and choice. So the idea of gods was foreign to him, but he supposed it did make sense. He wondered not for the first time how he had managed to wander here. Technoblade glanced up and felt a harsh presence looking down on him - was this the presence of a god? Gods? 

“So you’re the Hybrid Dream bothered to send here?” asked a cold voice, looking down; it did not look impressed. Technoblade flinched, couldn’t help it, but kept his head tall, “That child has clear favoritism.”

“We’re aware of XD, but look, Piglin’s are quite violent, perhaps the Blood God could find some use for him,” a woman with long black hair smiled; her lips were painted black and her eyes were dusted by a black shadow, making it apparent what she was the Goddess of. 

“Hm, I suppose you’re right Kristin, go retrieve him please,” XD hummed, before snapping his eyes back to Technoblade “You there, what did you do to gain Dream’s attention?”

Technoblade straightened up, fear in his irises as he watched the God speak to him; because this was before Technoblade’s reputation had been formed. This was before he had learned how to fight with more than just a golden axe, this was before it all. Because Dream knew him before it all. “A-ah, well, I had come through the Nether Portal that was opened-”

Ah yes, in this particular sacred server, the portals are always opened due to the magical powers overflowing here. And perhaps because he’s a hybrid, that’s why he didn’t become a zombified piglin. Most interesting indeed. But how did a Hybrid end up on this server in the first place? Perhaps he truly is Avatar material, “Hm, very well. I shall see to it that the Blood God takes you on, especially since Dream wants you.”

Wants?! Techno thought with nervousness, who is Dream and how does he have this much power over Gods? It’s as if he’s the favorite child or something! 

That is the equivalent of it, X-Dee muses, Dream is the favorite child, even above my dear sister Drista, younger than Dream, even. Dream has shown the most promise out of all my Avatars and I wish to keep him forever. If this piglin hybrid is something Dream wants then Dream shall receive it. 

“Alright, m’lord,” Techno stutters out, because he was still a relatively young hybrid, like Dream he was still in the body of a child. Dream said he was immortal, so would he grow into a certain age then would his body stop growing? Techno was curious. He also wasn’t quite sure what to call the God. XD, or was that reserved for Dream? M’lord is what he called the older Piglins back home. Ugh, I am so not built for this. 

“XD, what have you- oh. How curious, this is the Hybrid that wandered into the Forest of the Gods? Dream found him, you say?” a deep voice echoed into the unknown. Technoblade snapped his head over, away from the mystic eyes of XD. The God stood even taller than XD, His hair was long but a dark red, much darker than Technoblade’s pink- and it smelled tangy all of a sudden, like blood. Like Technoblade, however, His eyes were a dark red, much like the rest of the God. He wore a black robe, gold sewn in with diamonds like it was nothing, bits of netherite sewn into his crown. 

“Yes, Blood God. Dream wants you to take him on as your Avatar,” XD replied with a sort of nonchalance, eyes narrowing on the taller God. Technoblade wondered briefly if there was such a thing as a hierarchy within the realm of Gods, but quickly decided that was enough of those thoughts for the day,  “He seems very your type, and I heard your most recent Avatar has died.”

“Yes, she did,” The Blood God replied with slight curiosity, red eyes narrowed on him, before nodding in approval, as if He’d already made His decision, “I am looking forward to working with you…?”

“I go by Technoblade, sir,” Technoblade replied, trying to keep his cool, nervous as a God had addressed him with such ease. Technoblade wasn’t sure what he had been expecting- but it wasn’t that. 

“Good name, I can accept this, XD I shall take this one off your hands, come with me Technoblade,” he replied, floating off into another direction. Technoblade, if he had known, perhaps wouldn’t have followed, but at the time, all he could think about was the lengths he’d go to see those gorgeous golden green eyes again. 

Even if it was many years before he saw the other again. 

-

Technoblade had become the Avatar of the Blood God. He spent his days killing, his nights dreaming about eyes of ender and blonde hair. He hadn’t seen Dream in quite a long time, much to the Hybrid’s annoyance, despite that Dream had promised to come to find him after Technoblade passed inspection. The Blood God kept Technoblade busy, sending him to servers where Players ran rampant, like Hypixel, allowing him the power to kill those who fought for games, giving him the ability to gain a name for himself. Despite being an Avatar and having healing, he formed scars, he had asked for this, claiming it made him look cooler, to which The Blood God shook his head, muttering, mortals are fickle creatures before ensuring this would be the case. Technoblade bowed, then went off to sacrifice more souls. Since then, Technoblade has started hearing voices. At first, it terrified him, but then he grew to be affectionate towards them- affectionately naming them, “chat”. 

aw, techno does appreciate us!

Lets Gooooooooo

WS IN THE CHAT!!!!! 

even if we can be annoying

u can just say the spammer's bro

techno thinks a lot about that dream guy, I wonder 

if he’ll even let us meet him

SIMP

Simpnoblade!!!!!!!!!

truth 

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Oh gods above here we go

Poor Techno has to get headaches from us LMFAO

“Yes chat, I do,” he growled, shaking his head in annoyance. How was he still not used to them? It had been years since they had shown up, but they were still deep seeded in his mind like they had nowhere else to be, “But, you definitely help sometimes. To be clear, I don’t even know where Dream went. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him. A couple of years? Five years? He introduced me to the Gods, after all, he works for the XD God, you know. Perhaps he finally got around to making that server he always talked about.”

Technoblade acknowledged us!!! Time to tweet this shit!!!

Oh my god, dude, shut up

Literally fr this is why no one likes u 

Lore lore lore 

DNB being childhood friends? The gayness continues. 

No shipping nerds

No one cares, dude, he’s a literal pig

Exactly? We’re shipping animals now??

We don’t even know what Dream is. Is he human? Inhuman? A hybrid?

He’s a demi-god from what we’ve gathered. Perhaps a deity with the information we have to go on. After all, Techno is more a deity than anything. Working for the Gods does have that effect. And Dream’s been working for the Gods longer than Techno has. 

Know it all lmfao 

Shut up nerd, keep going, “know it all”

Techno groaned, he hated it when they got into debates about Dream because that was pretty true; from what Techno remembers, he was like a forest spirit? Well, that’s what he thought at first. Was he more like a demi-god? A deity? Cause Technoblade was often referred to as the Blood God, which was funny, cause he was just the Avatar of said God. The Blood God favored Technoblade over his other servants, for obvious reasons, so he let it slide, as long as Technoblade brought it in the proper amount of offerings. There may have been a more peaceful time in his life, but there was something thrilling of the feeling of blood on his hands, as he reaped souls and collected them. Sacrificing them to the only God he’d ever have. 

How flattering.

Techno would never get used to that. For the most part, the Blood God kept out of his head. But at any moment, he could be in his head- and that was terrifying. 

Oh come on, blood god loves you! He’d never do something to risk u!

Why are u literally mansplaining his job to him? Pls lock in.

I actually hate it here. How did I get unlucky enough to be trapped for eternity with these fools?! 

“Your guess is as good as mine, kid,” Techno grumbled as he glanced at the notification board, wanting to see if there were any new bounties to collect. That’s when he saw it.

A poser about a new server: 

           Dream’s Server, send me a message to join! <3

Techno felt like throwing up. Because what the hell did this mean? Did that mean Dream had forgotten about Techno? How could Dream have forgotten about Techno when all Techno had thought about was-

Dear gods. Is this who we think it is?

Of course, Techno’s gonna go find it lmfao 

I wonder what will happen. 

Hey… didn’t we get a message from someone a couple of days ago, just “d” was in the thing…

Techno slapped his head at that voice, going to his messenger where he saw an invitation- a private invitation from Dream himself. Dream with his mystic eyes, Dream with his gold-like hair, Dream with his brilliant mind, Dream with his devotion to the Gods… it was Dream- his Dream. Finally, Techno’s own subconscious thought, I found the idiot. Dream hadn’t forgotten- of course he hadn’t. Dream had chosen him to lead this Avatar lifestyle with him! Dream admired him! Maybe Dream had seen the way he improved, his kills, his-

Oh. My. God. 

We found the Dream! 

Does this mean we’re gonna go to the server? Stick around?

Duh, this is what Technoblade was looking for! Also, I think Wilbur started a country there and wanted Techno to come and support him, for some reason they’re friends. 

Tbh Techno cares about tbg, dream, and Phil. IDK if he cares about anyone else. 

LMFAO 

“Welp, I guess we’re goin’ ta this server than,” Techno hummed, his accent coming out again; something that did when he was excited “Come on y’all, it’ll be fun. I should inform the blood god about where I’m going, but knowing ‘Im He’s been planning this for a while.”

Simp 

Simp 

Simp 

Simp 

Simpnoblade fr

^

^

^

Real, truth

I only see facts fr!! 

Side note- would not put it past tbg to mettle lol. U rly lucked out techno! 

“This is straight-up bullying for real,” he groaned, pulling out his ender pearl, putting in the code, and felt himself get thrown into a completely different server, the familiar [Technoblade has joined the game!] popped up and he felt a shiver go down his spine- dear gods, there they were. Here to greet him and everythin’. 

“Techno,” Dream’s voice was as kind as ever, not holding the startled tone from all those years ago, but what Techno hyperfixated on the most was how excited he seemed, “You’re here. You’re alive!”

“Duh,” Techno said, his pink braid falling backward and he ignored the blush on the other face; trying to seem cooler than he probably was, “Sorry it took me so long.”

Are u aura farming in front of bae rn…

Am i interrupting ??

^ right cause…

[ mod ] be nice or we’re fighting 

Oh no mod-chan caught u

[ mod ] blocked.

Dream snickered, but then softened immediately like they were waiting for something. Techno could guess what it was. “It really did, didn’t it.”

“Oh shut up and come ‘ere,” he grinned, pulling the shorter into a hug and Dream wrapped his legs around the huge hybrid, face pressed into the shoulder blade of the piglin brute hybrid. And it was blessedly silent for a couple minutes as Dream’s arms and legs remained around Technoblade. It felt like he was finally home- after years. 

(Turns out it had been closer to a hundred years, but time ran really weird for the two of them. Dream had been alive for hundreds of years at this point, and he said “five years” but the blood god corrected him and told Techno it was closer to a hundred. Damn immortality and how it affects time perception.) 

“I’ve missed you,” Dream admits. And the admission is like a breath of fresh air, like something he was waiting for. Technoblade couldn’t help but bask. 

“And I, ya.”

W’s in the chat-

[ mod ] shut up or ur banned. We’re NOT ruining his moment.

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Technoblade couldn’t really believe what was happening. 

When he was in SkyBlock fighting against Squid for the number one potato farmer, he wasn’t happy- he just was. As he farmed for kills across Hypixel, for the blood god, he wasn’t happy. As he fought in the Arctic, meeting Philza, Wilbur, and Tommy- he was a little bit happy. But here? Now? With Dream? He was happy. 

Dream had introduced Techno into a whole new world. A world outside of survival, and sure, there were downsides to his “world” but there was so much beauty in it. Techno sometimes relished in the soaking of blood that echoed across his consciousness. He loved the voices, even as they drove him slowly insane. Dream was his everything, and it had never been more clear than now. 

“It’s so good to see you,” Dream repeated, turning to look at him, green and yellow eyes sparkling in excitement, before covering their mouth with a giggle; they continued to talk, and Techno, of course, continued to listen, “I mean, after I gave you to the Gods, XD sent me out to go make a server, and I’ve been working and developing for years. But, I’m finally finished. I promise I didn’t just vanish because I wanted to, Techno, you have to believe that,” and Techno’s heart ached at how genuine they looked- how long had it been since he’d seen someone that genuine? Philza, probably. 

“It’s beautiful,” Techno complimented, not taking his eyes off of Dream, causing the Admin to flush a beautiful shade of red. Technoblade had never known the difference between platonic and romantic touch, affection, so to him, it was all the same. Here he realized he wanted Dream, even if he still didn’t know how, “Really an excellent job, but I’d hope so if you were working on it for 10 years.”

Dream rolled his eyes, the flush still showing, and a porcelain mask sitting on top of his blonde hair. Techno wondered about that. “It’s a delicate job! I made it all on my own, with no help from XD… except for the extra powers he left in me and all the teachings he left. I still gotta go visit the bastard before he decides to come here and live here, dear gods.”

“He can do that? Leave the Forest of the Gods?”

Dream deadpanned, green and yellow eyes snapping to him like they were disappointed, but he could feel the amusement in their voice; so he let it go, “Are you stupid or just dumb?”

“Oh shut up, so no?” Techno snapped with a feral grin, but still curious about it all. The Blood God wasn’t one to delve too much into real information, preferring to keep the blood flowing.

“Yeah, they can. Especially if their Avatar is there,” Dream nodded thoughtfully, before biting their finger, “but they are gods, dude,” Dream laughed, blushing reaching the high parts of their cheeks as they bellowed in laughter, the dark circles under their eyes more clear than ever, their mask (when had he started wearing that?) now noticeable on the top of his head. Techno tensed; he couldn’t help it because- 

I wonder how much Dream’s changed since Techno last saw him?

 

They’re so lovey-dovey. I hate it here.

 

Rivals > DNF 

DNF is overrated fr 

 

Techno probably doesn’t even know abt DNF tbh lmfao 

 

We should tell him

 

We’re not telling him

 

Let him figure it out

 

Dream looks love stricken 

Knocking himself out of his own thoughts, he decided to ignore the voices- because frankly, he didn’t even want to know what this “DNF” was. He watched Dream continue to talk about their server, love and laughter in their voice, “But yeah! I’ve been inviting people here, trying to fill it up with Players. It’s an Invite-Only Server though, which is pretty cool, one of the requirements XD made me have. Sadly, I think I’ve made a few mistakes,” he grumbled. Before sighing, “I did have a poster out there for a while, before XD made me get rid of it. SO, there’s that.”

Techno snorted, because frankly he was curious as to what they thought a mistake was in terms of invites. “Yeah?”

“Not you, of course!” Dream corrected immediately, their eyes immediately back on him like they never left. The panic in their voice was enough for Techno to believe it, “It’s this little gremlin, TommyInnit, and his older brother, Wilbur Soot. These two idiots created a country, which I normally wouldn’t care about, but Tommy’s a fucking asshole, even if he is a kid. He griefs other people’s shit and then blames it on being a kid. Which is fine, but no one’s gonna teach him to fucking stop and he really pisses me off.”

Tommy? Wilbur?

 

Drama! 

 

This is wack.

 

Didn’t we meet them on SMPEarth?

 

Oh god, not that gremlin.

He was mad annoying, Dream ain’t wrong

 

But he is a kid

 

Doesn't he idolize Techno?

 

Refers to him as “the Blade” which bothers me

 

That’s rough buddy lol 

“Tommy? That kid’s here?” Techno found himself asking, before reminding himself why he was here; Wilbur and apparently Tommy had asked him to come here and- “I think Wilbur invited me to help with some kinda revolution, don’t tell me…”

Dream groaned, eyes now narrowed on the horizon, like this was about to become his problem, “Of course he did, I told him he can’t just invite people! It’s fine cause it’s you but seriously, the nerve of that guy! Asked my childhood… friend to come here and fight against me! What an ass-”

“Okayyy, you need to chill out,” Technoblade laughed, lifting them off the ground, putting them over his shoulder, trying not to think about how nice it was to finally have his hands on them again, “Got any rivers we can go soak in?”

Dream groaned, but actually relaxed, letting the hybrid drag him off to wherever he wanted, “About 300 blocks south from here, we’re in the icy mountains, and ain’t no way I’m bathing in ice cold water.”

“Pussy behavior,” Technoblade cackled, but frankly Techno couldn’t blame him. Although Technoblade was immune to cold temperatures, Dream apparently wasn’t, “Nerd.”

“Like hell you’re saying that shit,” Dream rolled his eyes, and just sighed into his shoulder. Techno soon realized how tired Dream was, to easily rest on a guy he hadn’t seen in nearly a decade. 

He carried him to the hot spring that was nearly 300 blocks away, setting him down carefully, observing the area. Dream must have been feeling off, because Techno could feel the heat coming off of the Hot Spring. Perhaps they thought it was just a regular river and not a hot spring.

It was like Dream himself was nature; Techno could see Dream’s eyes in the leaves, their hair in the wind, their voice in the mobs, and it was beautiful. Techno realized he’s always been in love with Dream, and he probably always would. Techno thought it was fascinating how they had been able to create a world- and from what it seemed like their very being.

Dream stripped, making Techno flustered for a second, keeping his underwear on, slipping into the hot springs, their muscles instantly relaxing, making Techno worried; he too then stripped, getting into the water next to his… friend. Dream didn’t even open their eyes, allowing themselves to completely relax within the presence of him. 

“Friend” 

 

And history will call them best friends, partners, anything but lovers

 

Why are men like this

 

Idiots. 

 

DNB > DNF 

 

I’ve been saying this for years

Girl they haven’t even been tghr forever

 

Kys 

 

[ no death threats pls! ] 

 

Sorry mod-chan 

Not the chan pls can i say it 

 

[just this once lmfao]

 

KYS 

 

LMFAO 

 

So bad even the mod said u could say it

Sometimes, Techno really, truly hates the voices. They’re obnoxious, mean, and little shits. But at the end of the day, they're his and he’s theirs. The voices and him. It had been that way for as long as he could remember- as long as he had been with the Blood God. 

“So, anyone else I should watch out for? Cause I’m thinking of going into retirement from “the blood god” for a bit,” Techno yawned, and he was serious. The Blood God had actually given him permission to take his first big “break” since officially becoming his Avatar. The Blood God understands how reaping can be draining, and He’s one of the more understanding of the gods after all. “After I help kick yer ass, of course, gotta help Wilbur and all that.”

“Asshole, telling me exactly where you stand and shit,” they grumbled, and Techno wondered briefly if they were actually bothered, “But probably Quackity, Schlatt’s bitch. The two of them are toxic lovers, lol, but they’re actually super in love. Schlatt would probably burn the world for Quackity, and Quackity… I don’t know if he knows that.”

Techno flinched, and grumbled, “Great, two miserable bastards in power, my favorite.”

Dream glanced at him, raising an eyebrow in curiosity, like they were trying to understand “Really? That’s your least favorite trope? Seems pretentious.”

“This is giving me deja vu,” Techno hummed, before snorting, because they so had this conversation before, “but yeah, I mean good for them, whatever floats your boat, I guess. But like… I don’t know, it seems like it’s gonna kick their ass, ya know?”

“For sure,” Dream hummed, nodding as if they knew exactly what he was thinking, “It’s shit. But, they’re… ‘happy’.”

“Yeah?”

“Clearly not happy enough, they’re on their fifth break up of the month, and Schlatt and I had a one-night stand.”

Technoblade coughed, face red at the thought of Dream all spread out beneath someone, panting for breath, moaning someone’s name-

Clearly, someone has thought about this a lot

 

Girl… we were all here for it

 

I don’t think u understand how astronomically down bad this man is

 

For dude, Dream’s a whole slut

 

Isn’t Mpreg canon here

 

OMG TECHNO ASK IF SCHLATT GOT DREAM PREGGO LMFAOOOOO

 

DO IT

DO IT

 

DO IT

 

DO IT 

 

DUDE WHAT THE FUCK

MPREG ISN'T CANNON IS IT

 

WHY WOULD DREAM MAKE MPREG CANON HERE WHY HAS HE FORSAKEN US LMFAOOOOOO

 

DREAM I HATE U

 

THAT’S WHAT GOT U LMAOOOOO

While it was nice when the voices weren’t screaming for blood (an indigent hey! was heard in the echoing part of his head), this wasn’t much better. But if Dream really did make Mpreg a thing here, did Schlatt get Dream pregnant… and- oh gods, he didn’t even wanna think about it.

“And then! The bastard got me pregnant, but I love my kid, he’s an adorable bastard, getting most of his features from me, thank god. XD had a whole laughing fit over it,” Dream cackled, and with that confirmation, it sent the voices overboard. Dream was laughing like the little bit of information they had given him hadn’t completely rocked his entire world.

NOOOOOOO

 

MPREG IS CANON

 

FUCK 

 

DREAM RLY GOT SEEDED

 

NOT THE ALPHA BETA OMEGA IMPLICATIONS

 

DOES THAT MEAN DREAMS A FUCKING OMEGA LMFAOOOOOOOOO

 

IS TECHNO AN ALPHA

 

HE’S AN ALPHA MALE LMAOOOOOOOOO

 

HE’S LEADING THE PACKKKK LMFAO

ARE WE THE FUCKING PACK???

 

KYS WE ARE NOT 

 

[i give up]

 

MOD CHAN NO

 

MOD CHANNNNN

Technoblade was fucking done; he wasn’t sure if he was more irritated at the voices or Dream for setting them off; albeit accidentally, “Oh… a kid huh?”

“Ever the awkward bastard, aren’t you?” they laughed in response, eyes sparkling in amusement, like they knew what they were doing, “Don’t worry. Schlatt’s as good as dead. He’s on his last life. Then he gets turned into a ghost.”

“Huh?” Techno couldn’t help the confusion. He hadn’t heard of such a system, especially in the grand system of different servers. 

“Oh yeah, you don’t know,” but Dream’s voice isn’t unkind, just curious as they continue their explanation of more lore, “On my server, there’s a three-life system. Once you die here three times, you’re turned into a ghost. Lucky for you, you can’t die cause of your status, so I haven’t made it affect you, but even if it did, Schlatt traded my alliance for the last war for a book. So it’s chill. Even then, I’ve heard the rumors, I doubt you’d die.”

Technoblade laughed, trying to keep the combination of dread and amusement out of his laugh, commenting on the fact, “Of course, there’s a life system, asshole. How many people have died?”

“A lot of people are on their 2nd lives, which sucks for them. I'm on my 2nd life, technically, but as the Admin, I can’t die. So everyone thinks I’m “mortal” even if I’m not, I doubt XD would even allow my death-”

“Like hell, I’d let my Avatar die to such nuisances,” the god’s voice is even, and eerily similar to Dream’s, but They don’t seem all that surprised that Technoblade is there, “Oh, Technoblade. You’re here, now? Finally. The Blood God’s been trying to get you here for fucking years now,” XD Finally arrived, his voice commanding as They looked down on the two naked hybrids, Dream’s ears fell in fear, but kindness was in the God’s eyes, favoritism showing once again. 

“XD! Hey, you finally made it!” Dream smiled, fake confidence showing, but Techno could tell they were nervous for XD to see how their world had ended up, “Hello.”

“I’m here to see my grandson.” They replied steadily, eyes narrowed on their Avatar before asking,  “Connor is his name?”

“Ah yes, he’s with Fundy,” Dream’s voice was filled with awkward confidence, and Techno wondered not for the first time what was going on between. 

“One of your past flings?” XD’s voice was amused, but Their cold eyes snapped to Techno, like They wanted him to know something. 

LMFAO ANOTHER ONE??

 

WHY DOES DREAM GET BITCHES AND WHY DOES IT MAKE SENSE?

 

SCHLATT, GEORGE, SAPNAP, FUNDY, TECHNOBLADE, WHO’S NEXT?

Like hell, Techno thought, annoyed at his thoughts at the voice for thinking they could have thought Dream was going to endgame with anyone but him, I’m the last one, “Cool, leaving your kid with someone you broke up with?”

“We almost got married,,” Dream answered, their little giggle slipping through his favorite lips, but they were still looking at XD. 

So Technoblade passed out. 

Chapter Text

Technoblade realized what was happening. 

He was happy, here with Dream. He belonged here, with Dream. It was Dream who had found him in that forest all those years ago, gave him to the Blood God, who gave him consciousness, who gave him something other than “survival” to do. Dream gave Technoblade intelligence. Dream gave him everything. Dream was his everything, and it had never been more clear than now. 

“It’s so good to see you,” Dream repeated, “I mean, after I gave you to the Gods, XD sent me out to go make a server, and I’ve been working and developing for years . But, I’m finally finished.”

“It’s beautiful,” Techno complimented, not taking his eyes off of Dream, causing the Admin to flushed a beautiful shade of red, Technoblade had never known the difference between platonic and romantic touch, affection, to him, it was all the same, but he realized here, he wanted Dream, not sure how, but he did, “Really an excellent job, but I’d hope so if you were working on it for 10 years.”

Dream rolled his eyes, “It’s a delicate job! I made it all on my own, no help from XD except from his spare powers he left in me and all the teachings he left. I still gotta go visit the bastard before he decides to come here and live here, dear gods.”

“He can do that? Leave the Holy Server?”

Dream deadpanned, “Are you stupid or just dumb?”

“Oh shut up, so no?”

“Yeah, they can. Especially if their Avatar is there, but they are gods, dude,” Dream laughed, blush reaching the high parts of his cheeks as he bellowed in laughter, the dark circles under his eyes more clear than ever, his mask ( when had he started wearing that?) now noticible on the top of his head. Techno tensed. 

I wonder how much Dream’s changed since Techno last saw him?

They’re so lovey dovey. I hate it here.

Rivals > DNF 

DNF is overrated fr 

Techno probably doesn’t even know abt DNF tbh lmfao 

We should tell him

We’re not telling him

Let him figure it out

Dream looks love stricken 

Technoblade shook his head, decidedly ignoring the voices and whatever “DNF” was as he watched Dream, “But yeah! I’ve been inviting people here, trying to fill it up with Players. It’s an Invite-Only Server though, which is pretty cool, one of the requirements XD made me do. Sadly, I think I’ve made a few mistakes,” he grumbled. 

Techno snorted, “Yeah?”

“Not you, of course!” Dream corrected immediately, “It’s this little gremlin, TommyInnit and his older brother, Wilbur Soot. the two idiots created a country, which I normally wouldn’t care about, but Tommy’s a fucking asshole, even if he is a kid. He greifs other people’s shit and then blames it on being a kid. Which is fine, but no one’s gonna teach him to fucking stop and he really pisses me off.”

Tommy? Wilbur?

Drama! 

This is wack.

Didn’t we meet them on SMPEarth?

Oh god, not that gremlin.

He was mad annoying, Dream ain’t wrong

But he is a kid

Doesnt he idolize Techno?

Refers to him as “the Blade” which bothers me

That’s rough buddy lol 

“Tommy? That kids here?” Techno found himself asking, “I think Wilbur invited me to help with some kinda revolution, don’t tell me…”

Dream groaned, “of course he did, I told him he can’t just invite people! It’s fine cause it’s you but seriously, the nerve of that guy! Asking my childhood… friend to come here and fight against me! What an ass-”

“Okayyy, you need to chill out,” Technoblade laughed, lifing him off the ground, putting him over his shoulder, “Got any like rivers we can go soak in?”

Dream groaned, “About 300 blocks south from here, we’re in the icy mountains and ain’t no way I’m bathing in ice cold water.”

“Pussy behavior,” Technoblade cackled, “Nerd.”

“Like hell you’re saying that shit,” Dream rolled his eyes, but still allowed the other to carry him on his back, relaxing on top. Techno soon realized how tired Dream was, to easily rest on a guy he hadn’t seen in nearly a decade. 

He carried him to the hot spring nearly 300 blocks away, setting him down carefully, observing the area, it was like Dream himself was the nature; Techno could see Dream’s eyes in the leaves, his hair in the wind, his voice in the mobs, and it was beautiful. Techno realized he’s always been in love with Dream, and he probably always would. 

Dream stripped, making Techno flustered for a second, keeping his underwear on, slipping into the hot springs, his muscles instantly relaxing, making Techno worried; he too then stripped, getting into the water next to his… friend. 

“Friend” 

And history will call them best friends, partners, anything but lovers

Why are men like this

Idiots. 

DNB > DNF 

I’ve been saying this for years

Girl they haven’t even been tghr forever

Kys 

[ no death threats pls ! ] 

Sorry mod-chan 

Not the chan pls can i say it 

[just this once lmfao]

KYS 

lMFAO 

So bad even the mod said u could say it

Technoblade hates these bitches, but at the end of the day, their his and he’s theirs. The voices and him. 

“So, anyone else I should watch out for? Cause I’m thinking of going into retirement from “the blood god” for a bit,” Techno yawned, “After I help kick yer ass of course, gotta help Wilbur and all that.”

“Asshole, telling me exactly where you stand and shit,” he grumbled, “But probably Quackity, Schlatt’s bitch. The two of them are the toxic lovers, lol, but they’re actually like super in love. Schlatt would probably burn the world for Quackity, and Quackity… I don’t know if he knows that.”

Techno flinched, “Great, two miserable bastards in power, my favorite.”

Dream glanced at him, “Yeah? That’s your least favorite trope? Seems pretentious.”

“This is giving me deja vu,” Techno hummed, “but yeah, I mean good for them, whatever floats your boat, but like… I don’t know, seems like it’s gonna kick yer ass, you know?”

“For sure,” Dream hummed, “It’s shit. But, they’re… ‘happy’.”

“Yeah?”

“Clearly not happy enough, they’re on their fifth break up of the month, and Schlatt and I had a one night stand.”

Technoblade coughed, face red at the thought of Dream all spread out beneath someone, panting for breath, moaning someone’s name-

Clearly someone has thought about this a lot

Girl… we were all here for it

I don’t think u understand how astronomically down bad this man is

For dude, Dream’s a whole slut

Isn’t Mpreg canon here

OMG TECHNO ASK IF SCHLATT GOT DREAM PREGGO LMFAOOOOO

DO IT

DO IT

DO IT

DO IT 

DUDE WHAT THE FUCK

MPREG ISNT CANNON IS IT

WHY WOULD DREAM MAKE MPREG CANON HERE WHY HAS HE FORSAKEN US LMFAOOOOOO

DREAM I HATE U

THAT’S WHAT GOT U LMFAOOOOOO

While it was nice when the voices weren’t screaming for blood ( an indigent hey! was heard in the echoing part of his head ), this wasn’t much better, but if Dream really did make Mpreg a thing here, did Schlatt get Dream pregnant… and- oh gods, he didn’t even wanna think about it.

“And then! The bastard got me pregnant, but I love my kid, he’s an adorable bastard, getting most of his features from me, thank god. XD had a whole laughing fit over it, lmfao,” Dream cackled, and with that confirmation, it sent the voices overboard.

NOOOOOOO

MPREG IS CANON

FUCK 

DREAM RLY GOT SEEDED

NOT THE ALPHA BETA OMEGA IMPLICATIONS

DOES THAT MEAN DREAMS A FUCKING OMEGA LMFAOOOOOOOOO

IS TECHNO AN ALPHA

HE’S AN ALPHA MALE  LMAOOOOOOO

HE’S LEADING THE PACKKKK LMFAO

ARE WE THE FUCKING PACK???

KYS WE ARE NOT 

[i give up]

MOD CHAN NO

MOD CHANNNNN

Technoblade was fucking done, “Oh… a kid huh.”

“Ever the awkward bastard, aren’t you?” he laughed in response, “Don’t worry. Schlatt’s as good as dead. He’s on his last life before he gets turned into a ghost.”

“Huh?”

“Oh yeah, on my server, there’s a three life system. Once you die here three times, you’re turned into a ghost. Lucky for you, you can’t die cause of your status, so I haven’t made it affect you, but even if it did, Schlatt traded my alliance for the last war for a book. So it’s chill. Even then, I’ve heard rumors, I doubt you’d die.”

Technoblade laughed, “Of course there’s a life system, asshole. That’s awkward. How many people have died?”

“A lot of people are on their 2 lives, which sucks for them, I’m on my 2, but as the Admin, I can’t die. So everyone thinks I’m “mortal” even if I’m not, I doubt XD would allow my death-”

“Like hell I’d let my Avatar  die to such nuciences, oh, Technoblade. You’re here, now? Finally. The Blood God’s been trying to get you here for fucking years now,” XD Finally arrived, his voice commanding as he looked down on the two naked hybrids, Dream’s ears fell in fear, but kindness was in the God’s eyes, favoritism showing profusely. 

“XD! Hey, you finally made it!” Dream smiled, fake confidence showing, “Hallo.”

“I’m here to see my grandson.” he replied steadily, “Connor is his name?”

“Ah yes, he’s with Fundy.”

“One of your past flings?”

LMFAO ANOTHER ONE??

WHY DOES DREAM GET BITCHES AND WHY DOES IT MAKE SENSE?

SCHLATT, GEORGE, SAPNAP, FUNDY, TECHNOBLADE, WHO’S NEXT?

Like hell, Techno thought, I’m the last one, “Cool, leaving your kid with someone you broke up with?”

“We almost got married, lol,” Dream answered, still looking at XD. 

Technoblade passed out. 

Chapter Text

When Techno woke up, Dream was idly sitting next to him, talking with XD about the mechanics of the world around them, smiling that smile he’d been searching for what seemed forever. Groaning quietly, he sat up, glancing at the pretty blonde, admiring him for a moment before those mysterious eyes turned to look at him.

“Welcome back to the land of the living!” Dream snarked playfully, “I finished updating X-Dee about everything so he’s gonna head out. He’s gotta check on the other Gods. I was thinking I could show you around the SMP?”

Techno hummed, “Always a pleasure, XD,” he nodded respectfully, bowing the most he’d allow himself, and XD smiled in satisfaction. 

“Yes,” he hummed, “I do believe this is true.”

Techno snorted as XD popped out of their sight, going off to the Forest of Gods, probably and so the Hybrid turned back to Dream, amusement dancing in his eyes, “Well, always… interesting seeing him.”

“Yeah? You’ve met up with him since the… ‘coronation’,” he mused, quirking one eyebrow up, “That’s curious.”

“The Blood God preferred to have meetings in the Forest of the Gods when I was making longer reports,” he explained with a raised eyebrow, “I wonder why I never saw you.”

Dream shrugged, “I was never much of a… executioner for X-Dee. Honestly, I’m not really sure what I am. I’m kinda just… I wonder,” he looked off into the sunset curiously, “But, we should probably set up camp for the night; the Mobs will come out.”

“Yeah? You can’t make em leave ya alone?” 

“Oh they adore me, but they get a little jealous,” he winked, “Here’s some wool and wood.”

“Asshole,” Techno muttered affectionately, making the bed efficiently, “You got a bed?”

“Always,” Dream grinned, ferallikeness in the grin, “Let’s watch the stars while we sleep.”

Techno laughed, content in his heart and soul. 

Watching Techno this domestic is almost an amazing counteract for violence

Like this is almost as satisfying as blood

True and real ^ 

^ 

^ 

E

E

Oh shut up ^ 

DNB is domestic as hell 

Dream smiled up at te Hybrid, he was so, so, so happy he was here; he was worried that the other was angry, that he didn’t wanna see Dream after he… disapeared. Dream really wanted to stay with Techno, to wait for him on the other side of the trees, but… 

But he couldn’t. 

Time was never on Dream’s side. 

Especially now, Dream wasn’t the same kid Techno met in the Forest of the Gods, Dream was… Dream was different. He’d been fighting with the kid. Dream was becoming a monster. He could feel it. He could feel it from Sapnap’s withering glare, or cold looks, he could feel it from George’s wary looks, he could tell . 

He knew everyone else was in denial. 

But, if the server wanted a villain- if they needed a villain, then so fucking be it . 

-

“Dre, ya good?” asked Technoblade, wiping a piece of his hair behind his ear, before glancing down at the other, “Ya’ve been staring at the trees for a bit.”

Dream tensed, “Oh yeah,” he laughed, “I’m good, don’t worry. Are you?”

Techno nodded, “Yeah, I’m… I’m good. I’m sorry I gotta fight ya, but I owe Wilbur.”

Dream shrugged, “It’s chill, really. We can chat and really catch up after… I guess a war.”

Techno smiled, “We don’t-”

“Yes we do,” Dream smiled, turning around before sighing, “This… gods Techno, have you ever made something? Poured your entire soul into something? This sever, it’s not just a control thing, it’s like- gods, I don’t even-”

Dream looked so positively angry it made Techno tense because suddenly something Dream had said when they first met echoed through his head, oh! Only Gods or Avatars of the Gods can kill you, and not all of them are as nice as me. He grimaced, what had happened in the last few years to make Dream lose it? Or, really he supposed, start to lose it. To be fair, though, Technoblade himself had started to lose it. 

That is just rude at this point

Having voices in your head is perfectly normal 

So. Fucking. Rude. 

Why do men

Technoblade resisted the urge to roll his eyes because he felt like Dream would definitely not appreciate that “Dream, look, you’re right, I don’t understand, but I want to, because-” because why? He wondered, there’s no one else he’d even think about giving this amount of forgiveness for, this much patience- maybe not even Phil. “because I care about you, Dream. I… I have friendships on both “sides” which is why I hate sides, it causes such terrible wars, and I-”

Dream was staring at Technoblade with such tiredness, and he carried it like a crown, eye tired, and as if he was cut off from his Dream , the other pulled down his mask, “I’ll see you later, Techno. I… I can’t afford to care about people right now. It’ll lead to everyone hurting.”

And because Techno really did play favorites, he noticed the tears starting to flow from Dream’s pretty eyes and if he weren’t so tired, as server-jumping is a tiring activity, only stared after the other in hurt- oh how he ached. 

That’s the Dream we’re simping for?

Look how tired he looked tho

I wonder how long XD made him work on this

Is he ok?

He seems rly sad

Maybe we should find a place to call home

After the war, go find Wilbur

Wilbur only wants you to fight- Dream doesn’t need you for fights, therefore-

That’s flawed; Dream just left. 

Techno scowled, turning around, trying to find the coords Wilbur had texted him when he’d arrived on the server, was Dream just teaming up with Schlatt for the sake of their old fling? For their kid? Or was there some other reason? Ugh, it made Techno sick just thinking of it. 

Chapter Text

“Technoblade!” Wilbur smiled with such reverence Techno felt sick, a cigarette hanging between the lips of a liar; the two of them had become good friends, but often the taller looked at Techno as if he were a god- and that made Techno feel used, Dream had been right in that way, perhaps, he’d only ever feel “even” with other Avatars, “You’re here! Tommy, come here and meet The Blood God.”

Another thing he hated about the lanky individual in front of him, he always referred to Techno as “ the blood god” which was really just inaccurate, he worshiped the blood god more than anyone else, and so it made no sense he was to be compared to the strength of a god ( but, he did have the strength and durability of a god, thanks to his binding contract with the actual blood god ), Techno was the humble servant of his God, but if this spread a healthy fear, so be it. He always hated the emphasis on “the” as if he were the only creature worthy of fighting battles, as if no one could touch him when he was on their side- as if he were the winning catalyst. 

“The Blade himself!” a little high pitched voice called, eerily familiar and uncomfortably annoying- is that a child ? What the hell was Wilbur doing bringing a child here? 

Disgusting, war breeds war and hatred and governments 

Governments breed war and nationalism 

Child soldiers! Look at the fox hybrid in the corner! He has to be in his early teens! 

Disgusting 

We’ve made a promise

This promise angers Dream

Schlatt’s kinda a POS anyways, we’d be taking him down anyways, might as well do it now

<sigh> i wanna go home 

War is home. 

Techno rubbed his forehead with his two clawed fingers before looking down at the child, “And you are?” his voice echoed through the cavern, and he unsteadily looked around, nerves crumbling around him before standing tall, showcasing strength, ever hiding the internal weakness that frightened him, “Also, Wilbur, how long till this revolution? I need to make some preparations.” I’ve been a bit distracted, I need to make sure I have armor; I wonder if Dream’s “updated” the server. 

How does “updated” even work here? <laugh crying> 

Mpreg is cannon, anything is possible

SHUT THE HELL UP I HATE YOU

LMFAOOOOO

As usual the voices were of no help, “In about a week is when we planned to attack as Schlatt is having a… festival.”

There’s no way he doesn’t know that’s a trap , Techno thought mildly annoyed, I need to make sure I, and these kids, have an escape route, “Sure. I can work fast. I’ll be seeing you.”

Techno turned around, nodding at the others before skillfully exiting the cavern, as he had a lot of… progress he had to make. He doubted these “revolutionaries” had armor; he sighed, “I see a lot of grinding in our future, chat.”

GRINDING TECHNOOOO

THE QUOTATIONS AROUND REVOLUTIONARIES PLEASE LMFAO

TECHNOCARRY 

TECHNOCARRY 

TECHNOCARRY 

TECHNOCARRY 

TECHNOCARRY 

“Yes, yes, I will be absolutely carrying, cause only god-like players get to have fun fighting anymore,” Techno grinned, nearly feral, as bringing blood to the blood god was both physically taxing but also exhilarating- it also was the only thing he could think of to keep Dream’s distraught look out of his mind. 

“Schlatt,” Dream leaned against the doorway, mask back on, tied to the back with the hood, hiding every part of themself needed, a netherite ax on their side; their inventory at the ready to be opened and bring out their shield, “I’m here.”

“I heard you,” he smiled, a feral grin spreading across those familiar genetics- so much like Puffy, someone he looked up to, were they related? The world would never know, his server’s “lore” was slowly getting more and more fucked up, although Puffy was someone he admired, she was not his mother- he didn’t know his mother, and he hadn’t for a long time. He shivered as a thought crossed his mind, I guess XD is the closest thing I have to a parent , “Quackity, my darling, you know, told me.”

Ah yes, Schlatt and Quackity’s… interesting relationship, Dream snorted as he remembered Schlatt took Dream to bed and was careless enough to get them stuck with a kid- not that Schlatt knew about that , they mused, “The Duck seems to be on break.”

“Yes, well, this is a presidential affair, one in which… it’s very imperative it’s only us who know about it,” he grinned, the familiar feral-likeness lacing the goat’s lips, “Since you’ve agreed to side with Manberg, I will, in return, give you the Revive Book , even as the Admin of this Server, you did not have this power. And I brought this with me from my previous home, and I shall give it to you. Personally, I’d recommend memorizing the contents and burning it. Makes it easier to keep… safe.” Hidden , Dream’s mind supplied helpfully. 

Dream tensed, finally , “Alright. Spill.”

“So impatient, my dear Dream, don’t you want to… reminisce ,” he smirked, an eerie look in those golden brown eyes, something they’d fallen for before, a glint of madness that was so appetizing before this all went down, “About the good times?”

Dream honestly felt a little sick, reminiscing was the last thing they wanted to be doing with Schlatt of all people, “I’m good, Schlatt,” thank X-Dee for this mask , “I’m siding with you for this book and this book alone. I hate the L’Manbergians a lot, but my dislike for you, well, it’s quite intense,” they smiled, not that the other could see, but it was like their voice was filled with silent malice. 

Schlatt smiled, “Well, I was joking before anyways, I have my loyalty set on my dear pumpkin,” and for some reason it didn’t quite feel like a lie- it made Dream both tense and grin; I could use that. Connections are what make humans and hybrids weak. If I have found Schlatt’s weakness after all besides his horrid drinking problem, Dream deadpanned, then my life is about to get a lot easier. 

“Ah,” he nodded, “I see, maybe tell the Duck that from time to time, perhaps that would improve your marriage.”

And Schlatt had the audacity to blush at the word marriage. 

[ About 5 Days Later ] 

“Finally,” Techno sighed happily, wiping sweat off his forehead as he looked over all of the materials he’d gathered for the purpose of overthrowing the government, again , “I’ve gotten it all.”

TECHNOPREPARED

TECHNOPREPARED

SO PREPARED

TECHNOCARRY

He smiled, turning to look at the communicator, seeing a text from Wilbur. 

Wilbur Soot 

Hey man, where’d you disappear to?

Yo, I’ve finished my surprise.

I got stuff for the revolution. 

Wilbur Soot

Yo?? Pog af??

Gimme the cords, I’ll bring

The men. 

They’re like kids. 

Wilbur Soot

<Shrug> 

Techno tensed at the strug, so he doesn’t care? Does this man care for anything anymore? On SMP Earth he seemed to love music, Tommy, now… it seems vague. Like he’s a shell of himself. I’m worried, but I guess this is how it’s always been, a hired warrior. 

Technosad. 

Techno’s brother kinda sucks

I miss happy SBI 

Techno rolled his back, cracking it as he waited outside the cave entrance for the “men” to get here; dear blood god, what had Wilbur gotten these kids into? Fundy, the fox, is my nephew too. I’m worried. He looked over the beautiful horizon, thinking how Dream had certainly done a wonderful job with the artistics of this place. 

Oh Dream.

Lords above, TechnoSimp is back.

It’s kinda chill if you think about it.

True and real. 

“Technoblade!” Wilbur’s voice carried happily, eyes of brown and gold staring at him with tired revolutionaries behind him; these kids… how did Wilbur not know this was a terrible idea? “What’s this wonderful surprise you have for us?”

Techno rolled his eyes, red glinting in the sunset as he stared down at the army he was going to be leading into battle before turning around, opening the cave and allowing them to feast their eyes upon it- the treasure trove of gear he’d acquired. 

“Holy motherfucking shit balls,” Tommy cursed in awe, Fundy elbowing him before looking at it in awe as well, eyes happy and surprised. Excitement dancing in those blue eyes he’d gotten from his father. 

Niki, a pinkette much like Technoblade, was looking in tired awe of the weapons among them; her eyes glistened at the chance to defend something she cared about. Something real. 

Ah patriotism, my favorite. 

Techno’s gonna love this one

This is gonna backfire, I just know it. 

All I feel is pain. All these kids are gonna die. 

Technocarry :( 

Techno carry ? :( 

Techno. Carry. :( 

:( 

: ( 

: ( 

“Calm down chat, everything’s fine,” he muttered before turning to his revolutionaries, “Now then! I think I’ve gathered enough stuff for everyone! Potions are sorted by healing to damage and weapons are maxed out enchantments and stuff! Lots of weapons too, feel free to pick your shit. But don’t forget to bring it back, pls. I worked really hard for this,” he smiled, much harder than when Dream bribed me up on the mountain, “Thanks. Wilbur, when do we ride?”

“Schlatt’s shit is tomorrow,” he replied lazily, a look of excited contentment glazed over his eyes as he flushed, “We ride at dawn.”

Techno sighed, first day and he was already being put to work.

Chapter Text

Dream kicked some dirt, and sighed. He finally was reunited with Technoblade, and instead, he was stuck here in this hellhole. Fighting on Schlatt’s side was a new all time low. Something he really, really didn’t want to do. He’d rather just be in the Holy Server with XD, or hanging out with Drista, or even just hanging out with Techno. 

Especially because Quackity was really annoying.

“Come on! Tell me how you know the Technoblade!” Quackity begged, latching onto Dream, “He’s been around forever, kicking ass and taking names. His catchphrase is “Blood for the Blood God”! I wanna know what you know, come on!”

Dream hated this even more than all the shit that XD made him do. He didn’t answer, and shook off Quackity, walking into the room that Schlatt gave him while he was working for the “president”, if you could even call that rigged ass presidency democratic at all. He could imagine how freaked out Technoblade was at the mention of government. That’s why Dream was so pissed he was going to be siding with Wilbur, because how could he not see Tommy and Wilbur were just going to team up and be assholes? They were going to betray Technoblade, Dream could practically smell it. 

Sapnap

Yooo wya? George and I are waiting by the ravine???

Dream frowned at his communicator. They didn’t know that Dream was going to be a part of this war. The Disc War or whatever. Dream didn’t even understand why those disks were so fucking important to the idiot blonde. 

He missed when this was a peaceful server. Whenever he didn’t have to fight tooth and nail for peace. After this war… after he got the stupid revive book from this POS, if only to keep it out of the idiots hands… he’d disappear. See what happened. He was sick of trying to keep his beloved server peaceful. If people wanted to punish Tommy, they’d do it themselves. 

Dream was sick of it. 

Dream

Sorry busy. Coming now. 

Dream teleported using his admin powers, because he was bothered with it all.

“Dream!” George exclaimed excitedly, and it was perhaps the most excited, the most emotion he’d ever seen from the mushroom man. 

Sapnap was grinning maniacally from behind him, “Yo! Glad you made it man, missed you!”

Dream yawned, hugging George with little emotion, and fist-bumping Sapnap, “Yeah, it’s been a minuete. Fucking Tommy’s annoying ass has been tormenting me, but… I think I’m kinda just gonna disappear for a while. If I can’t get him to calm down, I just need to fucking leave.”

Sapnap paled, “Like leave the server!?!”

“No you idiot!” Dream scowled, “Just… I’m scared if I hang around the masses, I’m gonna fucking lose it.”

Sapnap frowned, “Have you been… feeling okay?”

Dream raised an eyebrow under his mask, “Yeah. Just… look it’s frustrating because…” he sighed, because he couldn’t tell anyone anything about XD. Not that they’d believe him, “whatever. It’s fine. Just know if I’m MIA I’m not being weird, just… needing some time. After, I help the little shit Schlatt with some shit.”

George raised an eyebrow, “Schlatt? As in the father of your child?”

Dream rolled his eyes, “Yup! He offered me something no one but the admin should have. But, I don’t feel like killing him, cause it’ll set Manburg on me. So, instead I have to fight the L’Manburg idiots. Like Tommy.”

George snorted, “okayyy?”

“Moving on,” he rolled his eyes, “What did you wanna tell us, Sap?”

He grinned, “Well… Karl and I finally got together!”

“Fuck seriously?! That’s so exciting!” Dream grinned, “Finally, honestly. You two have been dancing around each other since the start of the server.”

“No shit,” George scoffed, “You’d have known if you were around.”

Dream glared at George, “Well, not all of us can afford to nap for a million years.”

George’s face paled, “Fuck you.”

Sapnap paled, “Dude?? Where the fuck did that even come from, George? Dream literally fucking teleported here after he was done with official business.”

“Yeah, official business my ass,” George grinned, “Dream’s an idiot who thinks power and control is everything.”

“Dude, what the fuck is your problem?” He grumbled, “I came here to catch up with my fucking friends and you’re dick-riding like an ex-girlfriend.”

“Such a way with words,” George growled, “Always so good with your words, Dream.”

“Oh XD forbid that I’m not a fucking poet, are you mad I didn’t write little love notes like the yellow brick road when you woke up? News flash dickhead, I have a life outside of you,” he growled at George, “I actually get bitches and talk to people outside of you, George.”

“I feel like I’m not supposed to be here…” Sapnap deadpanned, “Am I interrupting?”

“No someone should be a witness to George’s bullshit,” Dream scoffed, “I mean seriously, we broke up years ago!”

“But Dream, even when we were together, I don’t even remember anything about you! Like no one knows anything about your past, family, anything! You just appeared on Hypixel one day and opened some sort of server. We didn’t… Sapnap…”

Dream rolled his eyes, but Sapnap looked contemplative, “I mean, Dream, I don’t even think I know how old you are.”

Dream wanted to ram his head into a tree. Because even Dream wasn’t sure how old he was anymore. XD stole him from some village in the time before time was recorded. 

You are thousands of years old. I’ve told you those heathens never appreciated you, Dream. I’ve given you purpose. And allowed you to keep your pet. I will strike down these idiots if they are bothering you.

Dream scoffed, because of course XD decides now to use his mind-connection power to speak into his mind, “Look, guys. I’m way older than either of you could even comprehend. Just fucking drop it. I’m… not exactly human, and I love you both, but I don’t exactly owe you an explanation. It’s a part of myself… that I’m not wanting to share yet-“

“We’re best friends, Dream, I wish… that you could have shared that with us,” Sapnap smiled sadly, “Why… Why can’t you trust us? You know my origins,” Sapnap tried. 

That was true, he did know about Sapnap’s origins. But that’s because he was friends with Sapnap’s father before Sapnap himself. He met BadBoyHalo in the depths of the Nether, during a journey to learn more about Technoblade’s past for the Blood God, and met this highly intelligent demonic creature that Dream had never come across before. The two talked, and that’s when they became friends. Whenever Bad had met Skeppy, and had Sapnap, Dream knew that he’d be friends with the kid too. They were best friends, but Dream was inhuman, and older than many, many creatures. He was perhaps even older than Technoblade, as he’d been alive for hundreds of years at that point whenever Technoblade was “called” to the Holy Server. 

“Honestly? I’d doubt you’d even believe me,” Dream shrugged, “It’s not like anyone else knows. Why does it matter?”

Dream tried to shrug it off, keeping to himself the nerves he felt around the whole ordeal. But with George’s rising anger, and Sapnap’s deepening frown, he just sighed, standing up.

“I’d hoped my friends would understand that they can’t know everything about me. I’m an Admin. That should tell you all you need to know about my past. Admins are… special. But, if you want to know more about my past, I’m sure there’s a book in the library called “The Server”. It has some interesting lore that may or may not be related to my… ‘upbringing’,” Dream put parentheses around “upbringing” because this was dumb that they were basically forcing him to express more than he wanted to about all of this. Why did it even matter? Why did friends have to know everything? This told him all he needed to know about friends. They were dumb. 

Dream, come to the border. I have an assignment for you.

“I have to go, duty calls,” he stood, turning, “Bye.”

“Yeah right,” George scoffed, “You’re an idiot.”

Sapnap just frowned. 

Dream flipped off George and walked into the forest, away from his friends. 

-

George apparently didn’t care as much as he let on, Sapnap thought with an irritated sigh. Why cause the argument if you aren’t going to follow up? Dream clearly wasn’t comfortable talking about his past, but he was open to sharing some part of it through ancient text. That implied all he needed to know. 

Especially because growing up, he remembers Dream being stuck in this weird 20 year old stage, never growing, never changing. He didn’t question it at the time, because Bad, his dad, was such a big fan of him, friends even. But, as he descended into the Forest, where the library was hidden in the End Portal area, hence why most people weren’t allowed to visit there, but Dream gave their explicit permission to the two of them… so he guessed it was fine. 

But when he entered, he didn’t expect to see Dream speaking to this… God-Like creature who looked eerily similar to Dream himself.

“You shouldn’t have even given them directions to your past, Dream. It’s dangerous. Mortals are fickle creatures. They will die, and they will betray you. You know this,” the God’s voice was overpowering, commanding, yet there was a hint of concern and fondness in his eyes, “Especially the Mushroom idiot. He seems to dislike you quite a bit. I’d wager neither of them come.”

Yet as the God says that, it glances to the door, and raises an eyebrow, “It seems I was wrong. Enter, Sapnap.”

Dream snaps his head to the side, relief overflowing from him, “You came.”

Sapnap’s eyes were wide, as he couldn’t control his own body, walking in and bowing in front of the creature, “Dream, what is this?”

Dream sighed, before going to him and touching his forehead. Sapnap passed out. 

Sapnap awoke in a misty village, much like the abandoned village’s with the NPCs, as Dream in modern time called the villagers who inhabited them, and was very dull. There sat a little boy with light blonde hair, shining green eyes, and freckles that looked like stardust. Sapnap realized this was child Dream. 

“Dream! Come here, child. We have news,” called an unfamiliar voice from inside the house from which Dream sat. The little Dream stood and entered the house. Sapnap followed. 

“Yes, mum?” He smiled, hugging his mother’s legs. She smiled down sadly at the boy, her eyes tearing up.

“The Lord XD has chosen you as his next Avatar,” the father whispered reverently, “This is a great honor for our family, Dream.”

Dream’s eyes widened, fear sinking into them, but he didn’t disagree. 

“It seems the last Avatar finally fizzled out. He seeks you because of your resemblance to him, come dear. You’re to meet Them today.”

Dream nodded, following his parents to the sacred temple. Sapnap followed, as if being pulled by a string to the boy. The three walked to a mysterious temple, shrouded in mist, as if there were a protective shield around it. A magical greenish-yellow glow hovered around it, reminding Sapnap distinctly of an Eye of Ender. The three projections entered, and Sapnap followed. 

In a throne, sat the God that Sapnap just met. It looked down at the boy, and smiled creepily through a mask that was eerily similar to modern Dream’s mask that he wore. Porcelain-esk, but this one had wings flowing from the sides, and two slips where Eye Of Ender eyes stared back with delight at the small child. 

“Excellent. I will have him. Say your goodbyes, child,” They whispered feverently, “You will never see them every again. So do make it through.”

The mother began to ball, “My baby. We’re- we’re so proud…” it sounded forced. But, Dream clearly didn’t understand this. He stared back at his mother who was giving him away. Yet, what could they do in the face of God? A God? Were there more?

“Come child, we’re going home,” the God whispered graciously, picking up the child with ease, as he was over 20 feet tall, and held the smaller child in Their left palm, staring down at the two mortals, “I applaud your bloodline for making such a fine specimen. You’re relieved from the curse. Make another and live happily.”

The father broke down onto the floor, “My Son! My Son!”

But they were gone, and Sapnap followed them. 

-

They appeared to be in a very sacred forest. Sapnap did not recognize it, but had a hunch this is where Dream was raised. Upbrought if you will. 

Little Dream’s eyes searched the premise curiously, soaking in all the new information of being somewhere completely “other”. The God held the boy in his hand still, closely, like a parent. And walked to this gorgeous tree. Sapnap raised an eyebrow- it looked like the Tree described in fairy tales- the “Sacred Tree” where the Gods and Goddess’ of the Multiverse gathered. 

They walked in, and Sapnap followed. 

A collection of humounges beings sat in a circle, and the God, XD, testified for why They wanted Dream to be Their Avatar- which Sapnap learned meant immortality with the exception of being killed from another God/Goddess, or Their Avatar, and serving their God until their dying breath. 

Sapnap thought that to be a tiring exsistence. But, the Gods and Goddesses’ accepted Dream to be XD’s Avatar. And so it was set in stone. The boy would be raised by XD to be… something.

-

He jumped forward in time to see a teenage Dream playing in the flowers, when a portal opened and a piglin entered, a hybrid, who looked eerily similar to Technoblade. 

“Uh…” 

Yep, no mistaking that for Technoblade’s voice; although Modern Technoblade’s voice has dropped an octave. 

Dream’s head snapped up as he curiously looked over the Piglin, perhaps wondering why he hadn’t turned into a Zombie Piglin just yet. Sapnap was wondering the same thing. He jumped up and walked over to the Piglin, apparently all self preservation vanished whenever you’re an Avatar with near immortality. 

Sapnap idly wondered how old Dream was here. 

The boy had just turned 500. 

Sapnap’s eyes widened. 500 years of serving XD? Of being alive? Doing what? Wandering the multiverse? His chest ached for Dream. This was a truly tiring experience. 

“Hi,” Dream smiled, looking over at the Piglin, “I’ve never seen one of you enter here without turning Zombie on me. Are you a hybrid?”

Past Technoblade looked like he was blushing with the proximity Dream had to him. Still, lacking the infamous mask Dream always wore, “I wandered through this portal hopin’ ta find some sort of adventure? But, this looks outta my budget.”

Dream snorted, “You’re funny. I like that. I like you. I want you to meet XD.”

Technoblade’s eyes widened, “As in the God, XD?”

Dream raised an eyebrow, “Interesting, I didn’t expect you to… know XD as the God They are. I think I want you to be an Avatar with me. That would be fun.”

Sapnap frowned, he’d drag an unknowing Technoblade into this? It’s really not that bad, Mortal. Dream gets whatever his silly little heart desires. Hence why you get a backstory. He wishes his friends to know, so you know. The little sleepy brat will burn in the Nether for hurting the feelings of my Avatar however. I feel like you’re more the Avatar that Dream is, XD… Perhaps in some ways. He is like my favorite child, of sorts. Interesting perspective…

“What’s that?”

Dream just grinned and dragged him to the Sacred Tree.

-

Another jump. This time Dream was sitting in a void of blackness. He held his hand open, and a bead of light that looked much like an eye of ender began to expand, and made a world. Sapnap’s heart ached- it was the SMP. He knew it. He could feel it. Sapnap watched as Dream poured his very essence into the bead of light, his being going into designing the world, a place where his friends and he could hang out. Sapnap now understood why Tommy hurt him so badly every time he hurt the server. It physically hurt Dream himself. 

-

Sapnap’s eyes snapped open, looking at Dream’s green eyes. He took his mask off… that’s the biggest amount of trust I’ve ever been gifted from this man, “Dream… I…”

“See? It’s more complicated than a conversation could have answered.”

“So… are you like thousands of years old?”

“Maybe more,” Dream grimaced, “Techno’s at least like two thousand, if I can keep track. It’s been a couple hundred years since I saw him start his streak for the Blood God.”

“He actually works for the Blood God? That’s not just an alias?!”

“Yeah, the Blood God is kinda… intense,” Dream deadpanned, and Sapnap thought Dream was much more expressive without the mask; maybe that’s why he wore it. “But, I think Techno… enjoys it?” He grimaced. 

“The Pig enjoys living long to see you, child,” XD filled in, “He does not enjoy the work, but does enjoy the reward.”

Dream blushed, and Sapnap giggled, “Well then!”

“Shut up, Sap! I just spilled my heart to you-“

Sapnap tackled him, “I’m sorry about… everything. I’ll help keep ya from going psycho. And I’ll try and get Tommy to calm the hell down.”

“Please for the love of XD do. That boy drives me insane.”

“We know.”

Dream glared at his God. 

Chapter Text

[ back to present time - 

post Dream’s escape from Pandora’s Vault] 

Dream laid in his new lair, trying to learn what relaxing is. He tried to ignore the texts from Sapnap, because even after learning his story, why he was the way he was, he still threatened to kill him because he escaped. 

Sapnap

Dude come on…

i know XD is probably on your ass

but you being out is making so many

of the kids uncomfortable. Please just

come back. We can make this work. 

I can make it work. I’ll talk to them

get you a lighter sentence. 

You’ve done crazy things, Dream. You

need to face the consequences to your

actions…

please. 

Dream frowned, and saw that he had another text message from Technoblade. 

Technoblade

Heyyyyyyy

so, this connor kid is asking for you

when are you coming back… 

(totally because I don’t wanna see you

lololol)

Dream

Hey… Sapnap is trying to kidnap me and

bring me back to Pandora’s vault so I 

probably shouldn’t leave right now. I can

give you my coords and you can drop him 

off if you turn your tracking off.

Technoblade

Sure nerd.

see you

Dream

Xxxxxxxxxx

-

Technoblade had been missing Dream.

When he first arrived at the SMP, he had realized that he was now back in Dream’s life after… a very long time. They’d been separated as they were both Avatars, and needed to work for their Gods before anything else. 

“Yo, Connor, let’s go,” Technoblade kicked open the door to the dirt shack that Connor had made his home, “We’re going to visit your old man.”

Connor looked up to him, and his eyes were shiny, “Really? You got a hold of him?!”

“Yup! We gotta be careful though, there are a lottaaaaa people trying to get him and put him back into the prison,” Techno explained, “So we’re going to have to be careful and quiet when we head out ta see him, ok?”

Techno is the dad that stepped up!!!!!

I think it’s kinda wild that Dream is like thousands of years old and literally only has one child. That’s kinda insane

well maybe in his other servers mpreg wasn’t canon. Which this server came from Dream’s soul… SO MPREG IS APART OF DREAMS SOUL. NO. HELP. 

I hate it here. 

“Well if y’all shut the hell up,” Techno grumbled, “Anyways, let’s go. Come on, grab yer stuff. I don’t know how long it’s gonna be.”

“Okay! Thank you Technoblade!” he giggled happily, running around and opening a few items before following after the god who had taken him under his wing. The two walked for what seemed like days before they came to a cave, in the middle of an ocean, on a mooshroom island. Technoblade checked his coords, frowning when he realized this was the right place.

“Aw if it isn’t my two favorite people!” 

Technoblade looked up and wow . Dream was just as beautiful as the day he had lost them. As the day they met . His mask was off, white hair pulled up into a man-bun and a smile.

A real smile.

There were scars lacing his entire body, falling off with impeccable grace. 

They looked good.

Technosimp

He isn’t wrong, dream does look pretty! 

I love pookie 

Before he could tell them to shut up, Dream was tackling him to the ground. In an act of lost attention, he fell to the ground. Conner giggling in the background. 

“Oof!” Technoblade put his hands up, wrapping them around the waist of the other in obvious panic, “Someone’s excited to see me, I guess.”

“Well you weren’t paying attention and after coddling Conner, I had to see how my favorite Avatar was doing!” 

He scoffs, dark undertones of pink on his cheeks as he avoids eye contact, “Whatever, ya dork.” 

“You’re so silly,” he stood up, pulling the piglin-hybrid up with him, and dragging the two into his little home. They were walking in, and Technoblade it would be like his other base was-- small, and nothing but weapons. It wasn’t… a home. But, when they walked in, there was an air of homeyness to it. 

There were paintings around the area- a lot of them looked like they had been commissioned- wait a min-

Is that a painting of Techno and Dream? 

Yes. ur not blind congrats! 

Mod: be nice. 

The one next to it is Conner and Dream!

The comfort was emphasized by the different furniture- including a kitchen table, couches, and blankets. Lots of blankets. 

Dream was cuddled up to Techno. He was so skinny. So fragile. He hadn’t felt that way in so long. Dream’s eyes were closed, and his once beautiful blonde hair was a starkly different white. He was shivering. Personally, Techno knew he wasn’t, but that’s because he was from the Nether, and so they were used to being good against temperature changes. He thought Dream had been too. He was so thin. It was terrifying. He glanced down to the other again, looking at their wrist, and frowning at the “:]” that was scarring. He knew that would effect him for the rest of his life.

It made Technoblade violent just thinking about it. 

Dream grabbed the other’s hand, holding it to their chest, as Connor had run off somewhere, leaving the two gods alone, “I’m okay.”

Techno felt his eyes soften. Only Dream could get the god like this, “I know yer a tough cookie, but…”

Dream pulled the piglin’s hand up to the bottom of his mask, bringing it up slightly, and pressing their lips to his hand, “We are okay. I know… it was scary seeing me like that. XD wanted to… kill people, but when you picked the bell, he had no choice. It’s okay. I forgive you.”

“I should’ve come sooner,” his voice came out like a crack, and he hadn’t been expecting that. 

Technosad

Technosad

Technosad 

Dream’s mouth tilted down, and he lifted to take his mask off, and then when the other’s eyes met his. They weren’t the green-yellow he remembered, they were a milky white. He wasn’t sure how Dream texted if he was blind.

Dream giggled, as if he could understand what he was thinking, “XD gave me a seal-- I wear it under my mask, that gives me sight during certain times of the day. The drawback is it wears off during the night. It gets lonely.”

Techno frowned when his communicator went off.

Ranboo

Hey techno! Where did you get off to? 

Philza said he needed to talk to us! Niki

has some stuff to share too… and Connor’s

Gone 

Please get back to me soon! <3

Philza 

We need to meet. Tommy came to see

me, he thinks you know where Dream is.

We need to make a decision as to where 

We stand, and we need to make that decision

Clear to at the very least Ranboo and Niki, so

they can make their own decisions. 

Personally, I stand with you, friend, I know

you know Dream before this SMP and I know

you aren’t going anywhere now that you’ve found

Him, but our friends deserve to know. Get back to

me when you can. 

Techno

I will not be disclosing my location,

But I will try to be home soon. Keep

The racoon out of my shit.

Philza

Okay. 

Niki

Please come back, we’re needing to make

Decisions as the Syndicate. Quackity and Sam

Are making plans!! 

I know you’re with him, and I understand where

you’re coming from, I guess… but, we need to talk

About this Techno :( 

We’re your friends. Come home.

Dream was looking over his shoulder, because of course he was. 

“Well,” he sat up, “It seems the two of you gotta go.”

Techno’s heart ached at the way he pulled away from the god, “‘ey, c’mere.”

He pulled them back, and Dream’s head landed on his left pectoral, and the thought he was this close to him made Techno’s face go red. Dream didn’t pull away, he simply hummed, laying down for a minute.

“Your friends need you, Tech.”

He scoffed, “Don’t they always? You needed me.” 

Dream giggles, airly, light, free , like it made his entire day, and Techno cannot help but grin in appreciation, “Yes well, you’re here now, aren’t you? Silly thing is, Tech, I always need you.”

Technoblade grumbled, putting his head into the white hair that was Dream’s, and grumbled something like, I don’t need no one, but you’re the closest thing to it I’ll ever get. 

Chapter Text

“Techno, Connor! We were so worried!” Ranboo ran over, “Welcome back!”

Niki is standing behind Ranboo, one eyebrow raised, like she knew where he was, like she knew who he was with. 

“Yeah yeah ya nerds,” he grumbled, looking off to the side, if to avoid eye contact for even a moment, “Connor and I went for a walk.”

“You guys were gone for three days ?!” Niki snapped, her eyes flaring in annoyance, “Where were you?!”

Connor flinched, moving behind Techno. For some reason, a surge of protectiveness over the boy next to him. Even if he wasn’t Dream’s kid, he was still a kid. They didn’t need to talk to them like that. He didn’t say anything, but he did raise a sleek eyebrow, making his intentions clear. Niki flinched and sighed. 

“Look, you don’t have to tell us but if you were here sooner we could have-”

“OI BIG MAN TECHNOBLADE!”

Technoblade sighed, “Blood God give me strength,” he muttered, turning around to face the little racoon who had been running around him lately, “What is it you want, Tommy .”

He was angry at the racoon, as he had betrayed him. Like Dream, he didn’t take well to betrayal. 

Tommy flinched back, like he was just realizing what he had done wrong, “A-ah! The Blade!-”

Techno scowled-- he hated it when Tommy called him that. It was super dehumanizing. He didn’t care he wasn’t technically human - the idiot kid needed a smack from reality. All that trauma and was still a dick. 

Hopefully he grew up and learned how to treat people like real human beings. 

“So, is this twat why we were called back so quickly?” he growled, red eyes trailing the kid who went to hide behind Ranboo, who was also platonically married to Tubbo, and he wondered if there was something that the ender-hybrid wanted to tell him. 

Kill the raccoon

He’s being selfish by coming back here

Blood blood blood 

We should see what Niki wants

She said Quackity and Wilbur were planning something!!!!

“Or is it really that duck ass?”

Niki’s eyes were wide, like she couldn’t understand why someone would be angry at Tommy, before shaking her head and nodding, “It’s Quackity. He’s making a country called Las Nevadas, that wants to invade Kinoko Kingdom, which isn’t really a kingdom, hence why we haven’t torn it down… but, I know you’re getting pretty sick of Sapnap’s threats.”

Techno frowned. He was sick of a lot of things, but he was sure that Dream was likely more irritated from his old friend than others. He knew with this little racoon running around he couldn’t even begin to introduce the idea of Dr4eam becoming a part of the Syndicate. He wasn’t even sure they would say yes in the first place, but… it wouldn’t kill him to ask? Right?

Phil probably wouldn’t mind

Niki would

Ranboo deffo would! 

I say we kill them all and go live with Dream in the woods

Anything would be better than the bullshit we have to put up with atp

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I was blood why don’t we have blood

You’re being summoned.

Techno snapped his head up. 

The Blood God summons you to the Holy Server. 

Groaning, he looked away from his friends, “Hey as cute as all this is,” his voice being monotone, “I have to go.”

They all looked at him curiously, Philza especially. He raised an eyebrow. Techno nodded once and a look of recognition flashed. 

“Need me to come with?”

“Not unless She needs to see you.”

Philza frowned, looking around, “I should probably take care of things here.”

He nods, turning, his cape flowing in the background. He walked just far away from the ground before hopping into a portal he had set up nearby. He followed the string that was bringing him to his God. The portal opened, and as if he should be surprised, Dream was waiting for him on the other side.

“There you are!” they giggled, white hair pulled up into a messy bun, one-eye was white and therefore blind, but the other was still the greenish yellow that reminded him so much of the forbidden eyes of enders. 

DREAM!

DREAM!

OMG THEY’RE HERE! WHAT ARE THEY DOING HERE! 

SPEND TIME WITH THE BLOB

CHECK THEIR WOUNDS

WHAT IF THEY'RE HURT

XD probably helped fix it to be honest 

He huffed with effort when the other rammed ito him, causing him to lean back on his leg as he balanced, holding the lighter in his arms for a moment before they got back onto their feet, no mask in sight. It was considered very disrespectful for Avatars to wear masks during meetings with their Gods, although most Avatars had a mask-- with the exception of Philza, considering how old he was as well, and one of the oldest known Avatars to this date. He wonders how much older Philza is than Dream at that moment. 

“Come on, They want to see you!” Dream’s white hair looked very pretty, even if Techno was still furious how they received it. 

Techno followed after the eager Avatar, wondering where they were going. 

“Alright,” they turned to look Technoblade in the eye and smiled brightly, “Be safe, I’m not going in with you.”

“Are… you real?”

Dream let out a laugh, “Yes, dummy! I have to go meet with XD,” they tilted their head, “I’m more relaxed here cause there aren’t crazy things going on with my SMP.”

Techno huffs, “I’m sorry I had to leave so quickly.”

Dream’s eyes softened, “Oh it’s okay.”

Techno felt the string getting stronger and harder to ignore, “Hey, I--”

“Techno, I’m the one who lead you here, go ,” they shove him towards the tree, and before Techno can process much else, he’s gone.

-

[ Dream’s POV ]

“XD,” they bowed, nearly kissing XD’s feet. XD was angry-- they could smell it. They weren’t sure if it was at them or the fact they let themselves be destroyed for something as silly as an SMP, “My god, I am so sorry for being unavailable. I deserve the highest form of punishment.”

XD let out a sigh, like he had been holding it in, “You have nothing to apologize for, my prince,” forcing the other to stand and look the god in the eye, “I am angry with the people who live in your SMP, with an exception of the blood avatar, I suppose.”

Dream’s eyes widened, like they couldn’t believe the god wouldn’t be angry at them. 

“Now,” he took a look at them, “What would you like corrected?”

“Huh?”

“I am offering to change what he did to you. I cannot interfere with the creature as he is the time god’s favorite, and I am in no business of fighting with other gods, unfortunately. However, that may change, if it does…”

Dream huffed, “I just want to see again, and remove the marks of his smile. The scars otherwise are a good reminder I can get stronger. I also think the white hair makes me look more like you.”

They knew they had won once they said that. XD had an obsession with Dream looking as close to them as possible. 

XD’s visible hair had white streaks in it, from perhaps personal choice- as an immortal being, He could choose if He wanted to age, slowly or otherwise.

“As you wish my little avatar,” and Dream feels the energy pulse over them. It flows through his eyes and through his body and makes them feel more alive than they’ve felt in years. 

It’s as if their soul had healed.

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[ Techno ]

“Let me get this straight, Your Bloodiness, you summoned me here because you wanted to get me out of an awkward situation?!” 

The Blood God is so good to us

We love the Blood God

Blood God Core

Ate that up I’m afriaid 

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Can’t even spell afraid right idiot

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The Blood God snapped their fingers, causing the voices to quiet in their presence, “Yes, Technoblade, it was awful to watch you try and escape that.”

Technoblade bit back a groan, because this is why he loves coming to visit the boss. It wasn’t as if he hated the voices, but they never shut the hell up . 

Except when he was here.

“Thank you,” he bowed again, the only being he would ever tilt his head towards.

“Oh come now, we’re past that, my boy,” the god laughs, slapping him on the back, “Now, let us talk.”