#and I said the syndicate room of Ranboo and niki are with them that’s fine too!
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"Give him back." Punz snarled.
Niki gave him a hard stare, and drew her scimitar to faintly graze Dream's neck.
Some part of Punz wanted to fixate on the many scars that were already littered there, the marks of his imprisonment, and how this one would be another proof of his failure. (He wouldn't beg for the forgiveness he didn't deserve.)
Instead, he let the red inside him burn like a wildfire, until the vines snaked around his figure and prepared to strike out should Niki dare to go through with her madness.
"Release the Syndicate." She spoke hard as stone. "Release Techno, and Philza, and Ranboo and Puffy. Give me my friends back."
Dream's gaze flickered to behind Punz, where the individuals in question were trying and failing to twist themselves out of the vines' grasp. Philza was unconscious, his left wing snapped in half, and it seemed like Techno was furiously trying to claw his way to get to him.
Punz didn't care about them. They were only being dealt with at all because of their attempts to destroy the Egg. Even now he felt Its presence insisting to not give in, let the woman think she's won by killing him. You can bring him back, and laugh at her naivety.
It would be the objectively best play. He had the revival book waiting in his inventory. One reversible death for the entire Syndicate taken. Checkmate.
Dream's neck was beginning to bleed. He didn't look particularly pained or fearful, only a tired resignation that left a painful lump in their throat.
Of course. Dream had already deduced the best play to make, and had accepted his coming death. He wasn't even looking at Punz, gazing listlessly off in what might have been Techno's direction, or maybe at a wall. What was a little more pain to a man who had been experiencing it for months?
Punz felt sick.
"Give him to me," they said hoarsely. "And you can have them all."
Dream jerked the tiniest bit in Niki's arms, confusion bordering on disbelief. Blood ran down his collar. Punz's nails dug their way into their palms.
"My friends first, so I know you won't double cross me." Niki replied tersely.
She could double cross him too, leave Dream dead in a puddle of blood, but then no one would be leaving the chamber alive. "…Fine."
Instantly, like scruffed kittens the Syndicate was brought over and dropped at her feet, left to regain their own bearings however they chose. Niki slowly released her hold on Dream, and the moment the blade was away from his neck, a large vine wrapped around his waist to lift him up and snatch him away, cradling him like a treasure as he was returned to Punz's open arms.
"Punz." Was the first word out of his lover's mouth as he hugged them back, perfect and warm and safe. His cheek rested on their head, and Punz couldn't help but sink into him, ignoring the other people in the room in favor of making up for the few minutes he had lost.
"Dream." They murmured.
"Wait- hrg- Dream!" Techno called, raising himself to his feet with Philza’s body in tow. Puffy tugged at his cloak, offering to take the man from his grasp, and he let her, staggering in the direction of Punz and their treasure. Dream stiffened in their arms. "What happened? I came to get you out after I escaped, but the prison was empty. Are you alright?"
"…I'm fine." Dream pressed his body closer to Punz's. He seemed to be going for careful neutrality, but he couldn't quite manage it, a bitter misery bleeding through. "You were a bit late for a rescue, but Punz managed just fine."
Techno's eyes flicked back and forth between the two, before lingering on the firm hand Punz had on Dream's waist. "Is that so? That's good, that's good of them. Glad you're out now, wasn't too safe in there for you."
Dream nodded mutely, uncaring of the blood of his neck muddying his skin.
"It didn't cost much, did it?" Techno continued, and suddenly those piercing eyes were locked on Punz's form. "I know mercenaries can charge a lot, but I'm a rich guy, Dream. I can pay it off, since I was late to get you. It's only fair."
Punz didn't like that, didn't like anything about this conversation at all. The vines in the room began to move again.
"…What do you want, Technoblade?" Dream asked, sounding incredibly tired.
"Just looking out for my bestie, that's all." Techno assured him. "You always have a place with the Syndicate, you know. We'd keep you safe, no matter who's after you."
It was hardly subtle. Punz bristled, both at the implication that he'd ever be Dream's enemy, and at the idea that he wasn't good enough protection. How dare he? He hadn't even properly payed back his debt to Dream, much less had the right to arrogance to claim he could do better.
Dream touched his shoulder. Punz forced himself to relax. He wouldn't worry his treasure.
"Leave." He ordered. The vines began to push the Syndicate back, towards the large oak doors.
"Wait!" Techno tried to push forward, failing as he had when he was captured. The Syndicate was near flung through the doors, Puffy taking the brunt of it for Philza, and Ranboo tripping over himself and landing in a heap. Punz felt a scrap of pity for the enderman who was partially their friend, but it was overridden by Niki helping him up.
"Do what you want to get to the Egg," Punz said firmly. "But leave me and Dream out of it."
"Dream, wait!" Technoblade's voice held alarm and fear, but it wasn’t Punz's concern. With a flick of his fingers, the vines slammed the door. The large bang of a fist sounded from behind it, but it went unanswered.
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Hybrid c!Dream but c!Q cuts off any traits that he has, that tail? gone, he had horns? not anymore, he got declawed a long time ago by the Warden, those fangs are useless and chipped, he can keep his eyes for the moment if he keeps being good
Anon you are so right >:)
I am using enderdragon hybrid Dream for this fic - he has (or had in this au) horns, claws, wings and a tail.
warnings: cutting off limbs (hybrid traits in this case) in the past (no description), depression, dehumanization, ptsd, not c!Quackity friendly
/rp /dsmp
Being out of Pandora was not as freeing as Dream thought.
He was still broken. He couldn't sleep. Couldn't walk far. He was basically locked up again, just this time in a warm, private room with a comfortable bed.
Too comfortable sometimes.
He thought he would be fine the second he got out. He wasn't.
Everything hurt. The soft sheets caught on his declawed fingers painfully. His head hurt constantly because of the infected holes where his horns used to be.
He didn't even want to think about the lack of wings or the ever hurting point on his back where his tail used to be.
They were all done hastily, without proper equipment and made to hurt as much as they could.
A lesson. Si- Quackity said. A punishment for Dream's own good.
Who would love a hybrid after all? He was a monster. Scary. Untamed. Unpredictable.
He couldn't love.
But that was a lie, wasn't it? He loved. He loved the whole server. He loved George and Sapnap. He loved them all.
Why didn't they love him back?
Was Quackity right? Was he the unlovable monster he said he was?
Or was he just harder to love? Harder to understand?
Sure, he had his shortcomings - he was very protective and selfish. There were days when all he wanted to do was hide every one of his friends in the Community House and protect them. Even now he hid a lot of items in his room. It was a hard task to accomplish with his injuries, but he managed to hide a few pieces of bread in a small hole below the bed and an ender pearl that Ranboo gave to him under his mattress.
But he tried. He really did!
When George complained about missing his shirts after Dream used them to make a nest, he stopped making them.
After Sapnap's request to stop melting the glass bottles of medicine, when he was sick and kept sneezing with acid, he stopped telling them when he was sick.
When Sam, Ant and Punz started getting annoyed with his constant flying and said they wouldn't race against him any more, he stopped flying altogether.
He started wearing the mask and the hoodie when he overheard Ponk and Alyssa talking how his horns and eyes spooked them a few times.
He even hid his tail after Bad tripped over it one too many times!
Wasn't that enough?
Apparently not.
Quackity said having no hybrid features would help him.
That it would make everyone less afraid.
So why didn't it work?
Why was everyone still afraid? Why was Ranboo unable to stay in one room with him for more than a few minutes? Why did Niki keep sending him glances full of suspicion? Why was Phil still making potions of weakness strong enough to send a full dragon to sleep?
Why was he still a monster?
Maybe listening to Sir's lessons would have helped? Maybe if he had stopped pretending to be human they would at least stop pretending to care?
He remembered what he was taught, even after all the talks with Techno. Even after his fellow hybrid tried convincing him Quackity was wrong.
He wasn't supposed to look others in the eye. No one had to see his eyes. Green like a poison.
Green like soft grass a voice interrupted, sounding very similar to his pink friend. He snorted. He couldn't get away with feeling bad about himself even in his thoughts.
He looked out the window.
He could see the snow and the other Syndicate members playing in it with the dogs and Steve.
He realised he wanted to join them.
He actually wanted to get out and join them.
He wanted to feel the cold wind on his face and the wet snow in his hair. He needed to feel like himself again. Whatever that meant.
He made a decision. Dream braced himself and put one leg down on the floor.
He couldn't let Quackity ruin his life. He was more than his wings or his horns. He was still himself, no matter how different he looked.
Right?
(What Dream never noticed was Niki being worried for him, trying to determine if his wounds were healing properly.
That Phil's potions were supposed to help him sleep, even when he kept trashing after another nightmare.
That Ranboo was battling his other side, trying to stop Enderboo from hunting the people responsible for hurting his mentor.
That Techno stayed by his side through it all.)
#dreblr#is it good?#i don't know#but i had fun writing it :D#ask#anon#hope you like it!! :D#c!quackity negative#ask to tag#because i'm not sure what tws to use#kiuda.writing
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Sic Semper Tyrannis
A syndicate x Platonic! Reader/ Technoblade x Reader
Warnings: murder, kidnapping, blood, a somewhat graphic depiction of getting stitches
Word count: about 2800
Ao3 Link: wow.
I’m excited to share this. I did write a version with an angsty ending, which is up on my Ao3 account here if you want to read that one as well. Fair warning though, while writing it I found myself dying inside so I don’t know how you guys would feel. It was the original way I wanted to take the story but as I was writing I also created this one which is an alternate, fluffier ending. Reader is a raccoon hybrid in this one. Don’t forget to like and follow for more. Enjoy!
It almost seems to be a mistake, Techno thinks. The woman- no girl- standing in front of him never struck him as the anarchist type. She was always too soft, too nice for any of it. Yet here she stands next to Philza, shivering from the chill of the cave and rubbing her bare arms.
“This is the new recruit I was telling you about.” The winged man smiles at Techno.
“She seems… soft.” He mutters, taking in her shivering form before handing her a cloak.
She only nods, accepting the cloak gratefully and clipping it around her neck with ease before burrowing into the thick material.
“Trust me. You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew her how I do.” Phil mutters, rubbing at his shoulder.
“Fine. But do you swear to uphold the values of the syndicate? Do you promise that you’ll help in our mission to destroy the corrupted governments that threaten the freedoms of its citizens?” Techno stands over her, red eyes practically glowing.
She nods hastily under his seven foot tall frame and he seems satisfied as he backs away. “Okay then. Come take a seat. We have a lot to talk about today.”
Techno makes his way up the stairs to the table behind him, taking a seat facing the entranceway. Y/n looks up at Philza and he only shakes his head.
“Don’t worry about him. He seems scary but he won’t hurt you. In fact, that’s the nicest he’s been to someone that’s tried to join yet.” Philza says before walking towards the table.
“Wait- what do you mean ‘tried to join’? Phil, what happened to them?” Y/n says in a panic.
“We don’t talk about them.” Ranboo chimes in. “Now, come on. Don’t want to be late to your first meeting.”
Y/n scurries up to a chair at the table, taking the one across from Phil and next to Ranboo. She sits furthest from Niki and Techno who both seem to be scrutinizing her every move.
“Now, let’s get this meeting started. First things first, we have a new recruit. This is Y/n. You all know her, but she’s going to be joining us. You’ll need a codename.” Techno states, and Y/n thinks a moment as they stare at her.
“Dolos. I’ll go with Dolos.” Techno nods, eyes flashing with an unknown emotion before returning to their usual blankness.
“Okay. Now that that’s over with, is there anything in particular you guys wanted to discuss? Any new information or governments?”
Phil nods, standing as he stands from the chair and speaks to the group. Y/n zones out a little for the rest of the meeting, nodding along but not really listening. Soon, it’s time to go and they’re all standing, the sound of chairs scraping on the floor loudly and Ranboo’s laughter at something Niki said echoes through the small space.
“Y/n, can I speak to you alone.” It’s not a question, and the woman swallows thickly as she follows the piglin hybrid into a small room that connects to the main one.
“So why Dolos? I mean, of everything you could’ve chosen, why’d you choose Dolos?” He asks, standing against the door to the room, blocking her in.
“Ah, well- you see, I’ve been told I’m good at deceiving people and that I’m so good at it, no one ever knows until I tell them, and even then they don’t believe me. I think that it’s a good codename, that’s all.” She stutters out, and Techno’s eyes narrow.
“I’m not easily fooled. If you’re lying, or you’re here as a spy, I’ll figure it out. And then not even Phil will be able to save you. Do you understand me?” He grunts out, standing over her with his sword held in his hand.
She nods and all but teleports out of the room to get away as quick as possible. He looks after her, seeing the disappointed look on Phil’s face outside and the confused glances from Niki and Ranboo. He steps out of the room as well and leaves the meeting hall without another word.
It’s a week before anyone hears directly from Y/n again, and when they do it’s not for reason they would have ever expected.
“I need your help.” Techno takes in the sight of the blood soaked clothing that covers the young woman.
“What happened?” He’s bewildered, the first time he’s been surprised in a long time.
“It’s not my blood. Most of it’s from the people we were fighting, but some of it’s his.” She points behind her where Phil stands, holding up a severely injured Tommy.
“Come on.” Techno grunts, ears twitching. The voices chime in, but he pushes them aside.
“Set him on the couch.” Phil lays him down gently and gets to work brewing potions for the young boy.
Y/n sits next to him, clutching his hand tightly with one of hers as she continues putting pressure on the gaping wound in his stomach. Her striped tail swishes nervously on the floor behind her and the large black ears lay back against her head.
“Get his shirt off. I need to sew it up.” Techno has his sleeves rolled up to the elbow as he comes over with a small first aid kit.
Y/n uses her sharp nails to cut away the stomach section of Tommy’s shirt, revealing the ugly looking gash. She pales at the sight of it, getting up and running to the bathroom to most likely vomit. Techno only sighs as he gets to work, wiping off the dried blood around the wound and starting to stitch it up. Tommy shifts uncomfortably on the couch, crying out at the needle threading in and out of his skin.
Once done, Phil shoves the healing potion in Tommy’s face, which he drinks and then promptly passes out. Y/n comes back from the bathroom, hair tied back from her face.
“What happened?” Techno asks, standing in front of her.
“We were running through the woods, having fun- y’know, kid things- when we came across a small group of people. They started to attack us, and we started to fight back, thinking there weren’t anymore of them. Well, we were wrong. Very wrong. We wouldn’t have escaped if it wasn’t for Phil. Before we got away though, they said something like ‘down with the order’. I don’t know what they meant though. It was hard to understand them through their masks.” Y/n spews out and Techno only stares at her.
“‘Down with the order’? That sounds like they know something. What did they look like? Any distinct markings for kingdoms or anything?” Techno says softly.
She shakes her head. “Nothing that I could see, unless I missed it. I could probably lead you back to the place we fought at. I don’t know if more came to collect the bodies or not.”
“Take me there. But first, go get cleaned up. We don’t need you walking around drenched in blood.” Techno says, nodding to the bathroom.
One shower and change of clothes later, the pair are on their way to where Y/n and Tommy were attacked. Techno notices her fidgeting more than usual, constantly looking around them and watching as she jumps at the smallest of noises. He chalks it up to having been just attacked and they continue walking.
She stops in a clearing and he stands beside her. No sign of bloodied bodies is anywhere to be found. In fact, there’s no evidence a fight even occurred here. No blood spots on the ground, no scrapes in the ground, no disturbance of wildlife.
“Are you sure this is the place?” He turns to look at her, but she’s gone. Suddenly, something hits him from behind and the last thing he sees is Y/n, crying softly as someone holds onto her.
Techno slowly opens his eyes, registering the cold metal against his wrists and multitude of people surrounding him. The voices scream out in rage- rage at Y/n for getting them captured, rage at himself for allowing this to happen, anger for not trying to stop him and Y/n from being captured. They’re angry at a lot of things, and he grunts as he feels a headache coming on.
Y/n stirs in the chair across from him, whimpering softly and her tail waves behind her slowly. “Where-”
“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that you need to tell us who the rest of the members of your little club is, or else you both die. Tell us, and you live. It’s that simple.” A voice speaks out, a young man with brown hair and light eyes.
He rests a sword on Y/n’s shoulder and looks Techno in the eyes. He says nothing, glaring at the man instead.
“Are you going to tell me? If not, then I guess I’ll need to encourage you to do so.” The young man sighs, and takes out a knife, grabs hold of Y/n’s tail and presses the knife against the base of it.
Y/n screams loudly, and Techno hates the sound of it more than any other sound he’s heard. The voices seem to hate it as well, yelling at him to just tell the man the names of the other members to end it.
“Fine.” Techno gives in.
The young man smiles, dropping Y/n’s tail and wiping the knife off on her shirt. “Oh good! That’s very good.”
“Don’t do it. It’s not worth it. My life’s not worth it.” Y/n mumbles, tears falling down her face as she clenches onto the armrests of the chair tightly.
“You might know one of them. His name is Zephyrus. Has black wings, wears lots of green. Another one is named Lethe. He’s half enderman. Good luck catching him though. The last one is Nemesis. You might never find her though. She spends most of her time underground.” Techno states and Y/n almost laughs at the use of the codenames.
“You’re lying.”
The young man holds the knife to Y/n’s throat and presses gently, causing a small trickle of blood to run down her neck. “You have one more chance to tell me their names before I kill her and then you. I’ll give you to the count of ten. Ten…” Techno growls at the man before him, the sight of his knife pressed against the woman's throat more than angering.
“I told you. Those are their names. It’s not my fault if you don’t believe me. Now let her go. I don’t even like her. Killing her wouldn’t get me to reveal anything.” Techno says calmly.
The man considers this, pausing his counting. “You’re still lying. I saw you help her and her friend, the blonde. I’m surprised the cut didn’t kill him, to be honest. I think I’ll have to go back to your cabin when I’m done here and finish the job.”
Steam is basically pouring out of Techno’s ears and his eyes glow a bright red. “Don’t fucking touch him.”
“Yes! I will, unless you tell me the real names of the other members of your little club.” He releases Y/n’s head from his grip, and pulls his knife away from her neck.
“Phil, Niki, and Ranboo. Those are their names. Now let her go.” Techno growls and Y/n shakes her head.
“He’s lying. Those aren’t their names. There’s not even more than one other member of the group. The third member of the group is named Dream. He’s currently in prison for killing several people and blowing up a country not once, but twice as well as manipulating kids. He’s the only other member of the group.” Y/n says, hoping that they don’t know she’s lying and buy her bluff.
The god currently sits in prison, waiting out his days monotonously. They would definitely all die the minute they try and kill him- if they even do get to him, considering Sam would kill them the minute they step foot in the prison.
“Finally, someone here is telling the truth. You’re going to give me the exact coordinates of where the prison is, and then you two are going to stay here while we go kill him.” Y/n gives him the coordinates and the man is almost bouncing in joy. “For your sake, we better not be walking into a trap. Let’s go boys.” They leave the room and Y/n sighs, her head hanging forward heavily, as if her neck can’t hold itself up anymore.
“What was that?” Techno asks and she shrugs.
“I told you. People don’t believe I’m capable of lying to them. They’re all going to die trying to get to Dream, or he’s going to kill them himself.” Y/n yawns.
“Yeah, and we need to get out of here in case some of them survive.” Techno says, struggling against the restraints holding him to the chair and eventually manages to break them.
“Alright, let’s get you out of here.” Techno mumbles, picking the lock on Y/n’s restraints and lifting her up easily in his arms.
The maze of hallways is nearly impossible to escape, but they do it somehow and step outside to a snowy tundra. The wind blows frozen ice shards through the air and it bites at their skin. They were stripped of gear and their cloaks. The cold is no match for Techno, who produces enough body heat to stay warm enough, but Y/n shivers in his arms and presses her face against his chest in an effort to keep warm.
Techno’s communicator beeps as it regains signal, and he works it out of his pocket, seeing the messages from Phil and quickly shoots one back with their coordinates and a request for blankets.
Looking around, the only shelter Techno can find until Phil arrives is the building they came out of but that’s not an option in case the people come back. Techno settles for sitting on the ground and hugging the woman to his chest, doing his best to protect her from the wind and cold.
“Oh my god…” Phil says as he lands in front of the pair, quickly grabbing Y/n and wrapping the cloak around her.
“Take her back to my cabin. She needs to get warmed up and is going to probably need stitches in her tail.” Phil nods, passing his sword to Techno.
“Will you be fine walking back? I can zip right back here to get you. Tommy’s healed and can look after Y/n while I do so.”
Techno shakes his head. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me. After all, you need to check on Ranboo and Niki. Make sure they’re okay. We’re not extremely far from the cabin, I’ll make it back before the end of the night. Now go already.” Techno says and Phil nods, taking off quickly with Y/n.
He looks back at the building they were in, and heads back inside. If there’s anyone left here, they’ll pay for what happened.
It’s a few days before Techno comes back and Philza spends the time either worrying over it or about the worsening condition of Y/n, who seems to have developed a bad cold or flu or hypothermia or all of it, really, as well as making sure Tommy doesn’t rip his stitches trying to do stupid stuff. When Techno does come back, he’s covered in blood and doesn’t even stop to talk to the members of the syndicate sitting in the living room or even wash up, instead going straight for the room where Y/n is sleeping and peeking in.
“She’s not doing well at all. I stitched her tail up, but she’s developed a fever and is still freezing cold all the time and isn’t getting any better, even with a ton of healing potions. I don’t know if she’s going to make it.” Phil mutters beside Techno and he only nods.
He steps out of the doorway and leaves to take a shower, taking extra care to scrub the blood out of his hair and changes into comfortable clothes. Peeking into Y/n’s room again, he sees her shivering underneath the blankets. Well no wonder she’s sick, she’s still freezing cold, he thinks to himself before opening the door further and stepping into the room. He climbs under the covers and Y/n instantly curls up to him, soaking in his natural warmth.
“Thank you, for getting me out of there.” She mutters, before falling back asleep.
“Anything for you.” He whispers, holding her tighter against him in an almost protective manner.
Phil watches from the doorway, smiling as he watches Techno fall asleep curled up with her.
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#dream smp#dream#technoblade#ranboo#philza minecraft#technoblade x reader#philza x reader#anarchist#anarchy#lizzy writes
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After escaping the prison, do dream and techno really go back to the Syndicate? Quackity already knows where Techno lives, the coords are probably burned into the recesses of his mind since that day, he has the scar to remember it by. No doubt he'd tell Sam where Techno's house is. Especially with two escaped convicts? Sam could easily get the entire server to help him get them back.
No. Instead of going back, they both have to go far, very far away. Phil wants to come with them, he was the one to help them escape anyway, why wouldn’t he join them? He isn’t going to just leave his best friend.
They go back to Techno’s home, former home, to get supplies before heading away. Away from everything, and everyone. Techno has to carry Dream most of the way, his legs aren’t working, and he’s missing a couple of toes..
They can’t take much, even then most of what they need is already in their Ender Chests.
A moment of silence. Will they have to stay away forever? Will their animals be okay? Will Ranboo and Niki be okay when they find out? Will Quackity and Sam go after them out of association? (Niki should be safe, at least she doesn’t live with them unlike Ranboo).
Dream struggles against Techno’s arms, he says he can walk just fine, Dream breathes heavily as they walk out into the snowy tundra, the whines and woofs from the dogs, the gentle whinnying of the horses break the silence between the trio.
Where would they go? That was the question of the night. They had to leave fast, the sirens were probably still going, it wouldn’t be long until the others would reach the tundra.
As Techno hoisted bags of supplies onto Carl, and while Phil started scribbling onto a piece of paper. Dream stood there, bewildered, ashamed, grateful, tired, overwhelmed, all of these emotions piled in on him all at once.
Dream glanced away, he looked up at the stars, how long has it been since he’s seen stars, hell, how long has it been since he’s seen the sky? He doesn’t remember. He can’t recognize the constellations anymore.
He feels warmth on his face. He brings a bandaged paw to his face and feels wetness, the wetness only seems to be getting worse as now his eyes start to blur. He tries wiping at his face but it couldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop.
How pathetic he was, crying at a time like this, he should be helping the people who saved him. But no, here he was, crying like an infant.
He snapped out of his reverie from a touch of something on his back, he didn’t notice that his legs collapsed from under him, he sniffled as he looked up to see kind eyes looking down at him (Too kind).
“C’mon mate, we have to get going, can you stand?”
Philza holds out a hand, Dream stares at it for a moment. Some part of him wanted to push the hand away, another part wanted to hug the man in front of him.
Dream grasps the hand, his legs shook in disagreement as he stood up, his tail swishing from the pain. Gritting his teeth, he held onto the bird-like man.
As he was hoisted up onto the saddle by the piglin-hybrid that was his hesitant ally, turned roommate, to possibly now closet companion. One question was burning in his mind.
When will I wake up?
The trio rode into the night, the prison guards would be too late, and no one knew where they went. A search party would be sent, but all of it would be in vain.
It was actually Niki who found the note first. It was a couple days after the escape, and even then, she found herself in the Syndicate’s meeting room. Despondent, but not without purpose, she wanted to find answers.
(She found a home, she found people who listened to her, who appreciated her for who she was- why was it taken away again?)
There she would find a single note. She would bring it to Ranboo later, and the two of them could only do what the note said. What else could they do?
“Wait for us, we’ll be home soon” read the last line.
All they could do was wait.
#mcyt#dream smp#dsmp#c!dream#c!technoblade#c!philza#doomsday trio#c!niki#c!ranboo#c!quackity#dreamwastaken#technoblade#tw torture mention#tw limb loss#the syndicate#this was fun to write :D!#i wanna write more#and idk- i love the idea of c!dream joining the syndicate#but it honestly isn't really that plausible unless they take down quackity and sam first?#since quackity knows where technos home is#n would most likely send sam and the rest of the server to bring dream back#so this was just a thought experiment mixed with some light angst ;D#tw dissociation#piglin hybrid c!techno#white enderman c!dream#avian c!philza
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A Small Problem - Part 2
Once again my inspiration comes from @deyageka
Word count: 1960
Syndicate Meeting
"Perhaps if we-" Phil was saying as Ranboo came into the meeting room, with Tommy right at his heels. It had been two months since they originally found him in the prison and Ranboo had volunteered to watch him that day, completely forgetting about the meeting. He knew he didn't have to come, but it was a good excuse to finally tell them about Tommy.
"Hi, sorry I'm late," Ranboo said awkwardly, knowing the other explanation that he would have to give.
"Hallo!" Tommy said cheerily, moving to stand next to Ranboo, some paper and coloring pigments in his arms.
"What the actual fuck," Phil said, he did a double take when he saw Tommy.
"Heh!?" Techno exclaimed, of all the things he expected, a young Tommy was not on the list. "How?! I thought you said he was dead."
"No, no, no, don't tell me that's Tommy," Niki said, shaking her head.
"Yes, he did die, but Dream revived him," Ranboo said, shifting from foot to foot, "I think that's what happened. Sam found him in the prison like this."
"So that's why you asked me, Tommy couldn't keep his mouth shut," Phil muttered, talking about when Ranboo asked about the old Empire. He knew Ghostbur wouldn't have remembered it, or else he would have mentioned it to him.
"I'm the Empire-er," Tommy went up to Techhno and held up a wooden sword, he also wore the paper crown he made. "Like you."
"Be quiet," Techno growled, Tommy backed away, this wasn't the Technoblade he remembered. The boy ran over to Ranboo and buried his head in his shirt. Ranboo could feel his shirt start to get wet as Tommy started to cry. What had he done wrong? Why was Techno mad at him?
"Oh my gosh, Tommy are you okay," Ranboo knelt down to Tommy's level, taking out a cloth so he wouldn't get wet from the boy's tears.
"Tech-no does-n't like me," Tommy sobbed, sniffling between words.
"Oh, I'm sure that's not true," Ranboo said, he looked back at Phil and Niki, silently asking them for help. "He's just surprised to see you."
"I just want Wilbur," Tommy said, his cries starting to die down and reduce to hiccups. "Sam pwomised he would find him."
"He doesn't know," Phil asked, at this age Tommy had idolized Techno and Wilbur. He followed Techno around everywhere and wanted to know everything about him.
"Know, what," Tommy sniffed, using his sleeve to wipe off mucus. "What don't I know?"
"A few months ago," Phil came over and crouched in front of Tommy. "Something happened and-"
"It might be better to find Gho-Wilbur first to tell him," Techno said, the voices had been telling him one of two things. To protect Tommy as all costs, or to kill Tommy for being an orphan. "Who's watching him? Or is he an orphan?"
"I- uh- Sam is mainly taking care of him, so no, he's not an orphan," Ranboo stuttered, knowing a bit of Techno's history with orphans.
"I mean last time I checked I wasn't fucking dead," Phil chuckled, Niki started giggling.
"So what's the plan for today," Ranboo asked, he picked up Tommy as the boy kept pulling on his shirt.
"We're going to do some recon on the Egg," Techno said, "Phil received an invitation to some banquet so we're going to check it out beforehand."
"So I probably shouldn't have brought him," Ranboo said, talking about Tommy as he started to nod off.
"Can't we take him to Snowchester," Phil said, subtly asking if Tommy could stay with Micheal.
"I don't know, Tubbo's not going to be there for a while. He and Jack are busy doing something," Ranboo didn't know what it was there were doing, but it seemed important to Tubbo. And he didn't want Sam to get mad at him for leaving Tommy alone for a little bit.
"He'll be fine alone," Phil said, "We used to do that all the time when he was originally this age."
"You are a terrible parent," Ranboo said.
"Okay mate," Phil rolled his eyes, "you can't be speaking here. Especially not about that shit."
"I wanna stay here," Tommy piped in.
"We could talk to Puffy on our way," Techno said.
"Auntie Puffy!" Tommy said excitedly, bouncing in Ranboo's arms. At the mention of Puffy he had brightened up and got energetic again.
"I guess we have our answer then," Niki laughed.
"Are you good to stay here by yourself for a bit," Ranboo asked. Tommy shook his head and pointed at Niki, she seemed nice.
"Huh, he didn't mind staying home when I took care of him," Phil said.
"Well we think he might have vague memories of what happened in his past," Ranboo lowered his voice and put Tommy down to let him walk over to Niki. "Sometimes he'll just freeze when coming near lava or even a Nether Portal. We've noticed that most of the time he hates being alone."
"I want to stay wif you," Tommy said to Niki.
"I don't know, Puffy and I don't have the greatest history," Niki said, then looked down at Tommy's face as he started to pout. "But I can't say no to you. You are absolutely adorable. Okay, just this once."
"Go now," Tommy waved at them as he sat in the chair next to Niki.
"He does that alot," Ranboo chuckled, "see you later, Tommy."
"Okay Ranboo," Tommy pulled out Clementine from his inventory and made airplane noises as he moved it in the air. Ranboo, Techno, and Philza left the meeting room as Niki laughed with Tommy.
"I haven't seen him like that since," Phil started but trailed off.
"Well of course not, he's a little kid again," Ranboo said.
"Pogtopia," Techno finished for Phil, "he has that light in his eyes again. I remember when we were building that big obnoxious tower, but it made him happy."
"How long had Tommy been with you," Ranboo asked.
"I found him when he was four or five," Phil said, "Wilbur is my only biological son. I adopted Tubbo when he was five as well."
"It's still weird seeing Tommy at that age again," Techno said.
"Yeah, I can't imagine how much of a shock it was when I brought him in there," Ranboo said, he should have thought about it beforehand.
"Oh we were surprised for sure," Philza laughed.
After the trip through the Nether to the community portal they found Bad, Ant, and Punz waiting right outside of the portal. How were they supposed to tell Puffy now?
"Hello, Philza," Punz said, "I didn't think you'd only have two people coming with you."
"Our fourth member is on her way," Techno said, "don't try and threaten us. We have all the power here."
"Ranboo, go talk to Puffy," Phil whispered to him. "Gentlemen, there's no need to fight. We were just curious about the meaning of this invitation I received."
"Ah yes, the banquet," Ant said, "the egg has realized it over stepped a bit, so we've been cleaning up some of the vines and are holding a festival of sorts as a formal apology to the server. You are all invited, we just wanted Phil as a guest of honor."
"Well I'm pretty sure the last time I went to a festival, it didn't turn out well," Techno chuckled, but the voices had raised a good question. Why Phil?
"We swear it won't end like those," Bad said, "I mean we aren't L'Manburg after all."
"Maybe Techno would be more convinced if we saw this change ourselves," Phil said as he spotted Puffy coming towards them, then messaged Niki. Ranboo rejoined the group.
"Of course," Bad said turning around, allowing Puffy to go around them then enter the Nether.
"So uh, where's Skeppy," Ranboo asked, he'd heard from Sam that he had also been infected. "I haven't seen him around recently."
"We don't know," Punz said, "haven't seen him in a while."
"So when you say everyone is invited, who does this include," Phil asked, if they invited the whole server this could be a problem. Tommy couldn't just be left alone for a few hours, but the last thing they wanted was to take him near the Egg.
"Well everyone, except for Dream of course," Bad said, "but alot have said they'll be busy and unable to make it." They walked along the prime path where huge vines used to be, it appeared that they had been cleaned up. Soon Niki caught up with then.
"So what's going on," She asked, holding a cheerful expression to disguise the fact they were hiding something.
"We were just telling them about the banquet," Bad said, "you're coming, right Niki?"
"Of course, I wouldn't miss it," She said.
Something about the banquet and how similar it was to the L'Manburg festivals didn't sit right with Techno. To make matters worse he had just received a message from Quackity.
"I have to do something, you guys can fill me in when we get back," Techno said, he noticed Phil's questioning expression. "Don't worry it has nothing to do with my favor."
"See you later Techno," Ranboo said, he had been wondering the same thing but didn't want to say anything.
"Yeah, I'll say hi to the kid for you," Techno said. It was a throw away comment, but it seemed to interest Bad.
"Kid?" He asked, after checking that Techno was out of hearing range Ranboo responded with: "Yeah, me and Tubbo adopted."
"Oh, you mean Michael," Bad said, he'd heard about the young zombie piglin.
"We were going to Snowchester afterwards," Phil said, easily going along with Ranboo's lie.
"Yeah! You know, every member is important," Niki said, she had no idea who they were talking about, but she could use what they had said to play along.
“Well we should probably let you guys do that,” Bad said, he wasn’t sure if it was time to show them the Egg. No, it wasn’t, they had enough evidence from them to go to the banquet.
“Yes, you’re right,” Ranboo was getting uneasy, he didn’t like anything about the Egg or the Eggpire.
“See you the 25th!”
#ask and ye shall receive#ranboo#syndicate technoblade#childinnit#i hope you like it cause this is the last of the fluff#prepare for angst in the next part#crimson egg#eggpire#nihachu#philza
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Syndicate Foster AU Chapter One
No one knew much about Philza Minecraft. Ranboo was pretty sure that that was because Philza Minecraft wanted it that way, and what Philza Minecraft wanted, he got.
Not in a bad way. The man was a good one, an oxymoron in the world of rich people Ranboo saw on the news when he bothered to watch it. He didn’t come up often––that’s what happens when you choose not to be known––but Ranboo had yet to see him wrapped up in any sort of scandal.
The list of unknowns about Philza was long to anyone outside his circle, and for Ranboo, it had just gotten longer. As he sat in the chair outside the social worker’s office, purple backpack hugged close in his lap, he couldn’t get the question out of his mind: Why in the world would some billionaire choose to foster a teenager?
Fostering anyone was enough of a question. Fostering a sixteen year old, only two years away from ageing out, was downright baffling.
Ranboo picked at a hangnail. It didn’t matter how he turned it over in his head. It just didn’t make sense. The whole thing felt far too weird, and not nearly real enough.
He looked past his worn out sneakers to the hallway around him. The linoleum floor was peeling where it met the wall, and the wall’s paint wasn’t faring much better. Everything was the same shade of grey, like snow when it turned into slush. Through the confused haze filling his mind, Ranboo hoped Philza’s house had some sort of color.
The door opening next to him made Ranboo jump. His social worker stepped out first, followed by Philza. Ranboo shot to his feet, swinging his backpack over his shoulder.
Philza smiled at him. “You ready to go, mate?” He was shorter than Ranboo. Ranboo did not like being taller than Philza Minecraft.
He nodded silently. Philza had a manilla folder in his hand. Ranboo’s file, holding everything the system needed him to know about the kid he was fostering. Ranboo had never actually gone through it himself. He’d never had a reason to, but now, knowing someone else had seen it, he was curious. What did it say? Did it list his problems? If it did, was his insomnia one of them?
His social worker smiled at him. “You’re all set, Ranboo,” she said. “I hope you have a good experience.” The last part was quiet, meant for Ranboo alone. There was no reason to plant doubt in Philza’s head about his parenting skills.
Ranboo felt his throat closing up. He’d never been around Ms. Parks much, past the times she handled his movements between houses, but she was still the most constant figure in his life. “Thanks, Ms. Parks,” he said tightly.
Philza gestured towards the elevator. Time to leave again, to go blindly to a new home with no idea how long it would last. Tightening his grip on the backpack’s strap, Ranboo led the way in and pressed the button for the ground floor. They were quiet on the way down, on the walk through the lobby, out the doors, and to the black limousine waiting out front. Philza gestured for Ranboo to get in first, then sat down across from him.
“Is that all you’ve got?” he asked, nodding at the backpack.
Ranboo, who’d become a little transfixed by the striped green bucket hat Philza hadn’t taken off since… ever, actuall, now that he thought about it, scrambled to answer. “I––uh––yeah.” He glanced down at the bag self-consciously. Was it not enough? Was he supposed to have more?
Philza didn’t look mad at him. He just smiled and said, “We’ll go get you some more stuff soon, then.”
Ranboo froze. “Oh, you don’t need to do that, Mr. Minecraft, it’s fine, really. I don’t need anything else––”
Philza held up a hand, and Ranboo fell silent. “First, you can just call me Phil, mate. Second, I want to. We need to get you a uniform for school too, and a laptop, I bet.”
A laptop? A uniform? Ranboo was starting to wish they’d told him what being fostered by Philza Minecraft would involve. “I’m sorry… a school uniform? Why do I need a uniform?” Panic started climbing in his throat. He’d assumed that he’d just be going to the same school he’d attended for the past few years.
Apparently, Phil planned differently. “You’re going to go to Kinoko High School,” he explained. “It’s where Techno and Niki go to school. Speaking of, are you ready to meet them? Do you have any questions?”
Technoblade and Niki Nihachu, Phil’s two adopted children. No one knew where they’d come from. The two were unrelated, but shared the same shockingly pink hair and hatred for the media. Unfortunately for Ranboo, that hatred cut off his mental profile there. Everything else on the internet about the two was speculation and rumors. Actually…
“Is it true that Niki punched a reporter once?” he asked tentatively.
He’d been worried Phil would get defensive. It wasn’t really his business, after all, what the Minecraft children did. But, much to his surprise, Phil laughed. “It is,” he said. “But the reporter had it coming. She’s really very nice when you get to know her, as long as you’re not a dick.”
Naturally, Ranboo immediately began going through everything he’d ever done to see if he’d committed some terrible atrocity that had slipped through the cracks in his memory. He was tempted to ask what exactly the reporter had done, just to compare it to his life, but decided to leave it alone for the day, and offered a weak chuckle of his own to match Phil’s.
“Techno’s a good kid too, of course,” Phil added. “Just… they’re both a bit quiet. They’ll probably give you plenty of space.”
“Oh.” Ranboo bobbed his head, hoping it would suffice as a reaction. It was actually a relief to hear that he wouldn’t be expected to integrate into the role of sibling immediately. The day was already making him tired, and the feeling only intensified as he looked ahead to his arrival at the house. House? He suddenly realized he didn’t know where Phil lived.
“Where are we driving?” he asked, looking out the window. It was all the same buildings he knew, rising above eye level into the sky. Secretly, he hoped for a house somewhere a little away from the city. A big backyard sounded cool. And a dog. A dog would be nice.
Alas, it wasn’t meant to be. “Pog Tower,” Phil said. “We’ve got the penthouse at the top.” The route they’d been driving towards the center of the city suddenly made sense.
“Oh,” Ranboo said, and sank a little farther into the seat cushions. Not that he wasn’t grateful. It would be better than the monotones of the group home, at least. Maybe they had a cat, or a fish. It would be great.
His time to convince himself of that dwindled even faster as the limo pulled into the semicircle drive in front of the tower. Big plants lined the sidewalk and stairs, flowy green leaves going all the way to the big revolving glass doors. Ranboo had the sudden feeling that his stomach had dropped into hell and left the rest of him behind.
His legs felt like nerveless attachments as he got out of the car, hoisting his backpack over his shoulder. Phil walked around the car and stopped next to him. He glanced at Ranboo. “Ready?”
Considering how much he felt like an ant right now, Ranboo was getting very scared of how much time he was going to spend at the top of this building. What if he fell out a window? How long would it take him to hit the ground and become a grease spot?
“Yeah,” he said, and cringed. His voice had gone up an octave.
Phil gave him a sympathetic look. “Let’s go, then,” he said kindly, and led the way inside.
The lobby was even nicer than the entrance. The floor was all marble tile, spanning what had to be at least half the bottom floor of the tower. A receptionist sat at a kiosk-desk-thing in the center of the room. It had a top made of smooth black glass. Behind her, an elevator with gold-looking doors taller than Ranboo was centered in the wall.
Phil walked past the receptionist with a smile and a nod, which she returned. On his way past, Ranboo tried to mimic the greeting, but it ended up as an awkward ducking of his head. The receptionist smiled anyway. She was paid to do that.
Just that small screw up made the trip to the elevator feel like an eternity. It was an astronomical relief when the doors shut, Phil leaning forward to insert a key into the slot beside the switchboard and press the button that would take them to the top floor.
“You don’t need to talk to anyone if you don’t want to, when you’re coming in,” he told him when he straightened back up, slipping the key back into his suit pocket.
“Oh. Cool.” In Ranboo’s head, he sighed loudly. It was probably just him, but he felt like living on the tower was going to take a lot more social interaction than he was used to.
The elevator ascended fast enough to give Ranboo the free-fall sensation of a roller coaster before slowing down and stopping with a pleasant ding!. Ranboo had time to exhale once more before the doors were sliding open, and he was greeted by a living room bigger than the cafeteria at the group home, currently occupied by two teenagers arguing over a binder on the glass coffee table. At the elevator’s chime, they abruptly cut off. The girl slammed the binder shut, and they both turned to face him.
Niki Nihachu and Technoblade looked as similar as they were different. Niki came up to Techno’s shoulder. She had on a black sweater and jeans, pink hair falling loose around her shoulders. Her build was that of a distance runner’s. Ranboo vaguely remembered some old photo posted of her at a track meet.
Technoblade had a pair of thin-framed glasses and grey sweats. His braided hair was long enough that when he’d spun around, it whipped over his shoulder. Dark bags hung under his eyes, though they were sharp and analytical as he looked at Ranboo. The crumpled Monster cans next to him offered an explanation.
No one spoke for an uncomfortable amount of time. Finally, Phil waved. “Hey guys, this is Ranboo.” Ranboo felt a piece of his soul shrivel up and die.
Techno and Niki looked at Phil. They looked at Ranboo, then looked at each other. Then, the two lifted their hands and gave him a perfectly synchronized wave. Were they sure they weren’t twins? “Hey, Ranboo,” Niki said.
“Um. Hi. Did you guys practice that?” Ranboo asked nervously, clutching the backpack’s strap tighter.
“Yeah,” Techno said, grinning. Ranboo felt slightly less scared. “We thought it was funny.”
Ranboo bobbed his head wordlessly. What could he say? If he’d been watching and not scared out of his mind, he’d agree.
“Guys, maybe avoid the pretending to be psychically connected for a few days,” Phil said.
“This happens often?” Ranboo squeaked.
Niki shrugged. “Pretty much, yeah.”
The pair hadn’t moved from in front of the coffee table, both in positions that prevented Ranboo from looking at the binder they’d been fighting over. He glanced between the two, but their faces betrayed nothing except for calm friendliness.
“Well,” Phil interrupted the silence, stepping to the side, “Your room is upstairs. I can show you where it is, and you can hang out up there or down here until dinner. It’s whatever you want, really.”
Thank god, an opportunity to hide. Ranboo almost led the way to the stairs, but stopped himself. “Sure,” he said. Then to Techno and Niki, “It was nice meeting you.” Was that okay to say to new siblings? It was probably stupid.
Niki grinned. It was a sharp expression on her face. “Nice to meet you too.” She and Techno watched Phil and Ranboo until they were at the top of the stairs, then turned back to the binder and started arguing again in whispers. Ranboo resisted the urge to glance back.
At the top of the stairs, Phil led him down a short hallway and stopped at the second door on the left. “Since we weren’t sure what you like, we left it mostly plain,” he said. “We can decorate it and stuff soon, though.”
“I’m sure it’s great how it is,” Ranboo said.
“Nah, it’s boring. I want you to like it.” Phil stuck his hands in his pockets. “Anyway, we’ll be around. If you want to hang out or need anything, just come tell one of us. You can do whatever until dinner. I’ll send Techno up when it’s ready.”
“Awesome.” Ranboo gave him one last smile and waited in the center of the room until Phil left, closing the door behind him. He sighed. Dear god, that was exhausting. Maybe he’d actually be able to sleep tonight.
There wasn’t much to do on his own. Ranboo set his bag down on the dresser and tossed the sets of clothing inside without much care how they landed. Then, he launched himself onto the bed and just… kind of laid there.
He wasn’t even sure what to think about. The house? How big it was? How it actually seemed kind of like a home, and not some rich person’s museum-slash-autobiography? Whatever Niki and Techno were arguing about? They definitely didn’t want either Ranboo or Phil to know what it was.
Ranboo closed his eyes. Purple spots floated behind his eyelids. Sometimes, he liked to try to watch the patterns, but it usually ended with feeling like he was free falling through the void.
A knock on the door jolted Ranboo out of sleep. “Yeah? Uh, come in?” he called.
The door creaked open just enough for him to see one of Techno’s eyes. “Dinner,” he said.
“Oh. Awesome.” Had it really been that long? Ranboo wasn’t really hungry; he’d actually rather go back to sleep, or whatever had made the time pass like that, but he stood up anyway. “I’ll be down in a second.”
“Awesome.” Ranboo thought he saw Techno flash him a thumbs up, but then the guy was gone, muffled steps walking down the carpeted hallway to the stairs.
Ranboo stretched his arms over his head and groaned quietly. Dinner. He could do that. He could do that, and then he could go back to sleep and be done with people for the day. Slowly, he shuffled over to the door. Just eat dinner and sleep.
Phil made dinner. Ranboo wasn’t expecting that. He wasn’t sure why he wasn’t expecting that, but it was probably related to his general impression of rich people. He cringed a little at how clearly wrong he was, at least about this family. Especially because Phil had made mac and cheese.
It was freaking good mac and cheese too, he thought as he ate, carefully watching the others to make sure he wasn’t eating the wrong way. So far, he was doing well.
The four of them sat at a big table in the kitchen. Niki and Techno sat next to each other across from Ranboo, who was alone next to an empty chair. When he first saw it, he thought maybe it was Phil’s, but then Phil had taken the seat at the head of the table. Through the entire meal, Ranboo’s gaze was drawn to the chair and the question if someone was missing from their group.
“So, Ranboo,” Niki said casually, like they’d been friends for a while and this wasn’t the first conversation she’d ever initiated with him. Ranboo looked up and put down his fork to make sure she knew he was listening. “You start school the day after tomorrow, right?”
Ranboo glanced at Phil for confirmation before nodding. “Yeah.” He was actually doing his best not to think about it. Everytime he did, his heart sped up unpleasantly and his knee started bouncing and a lot of thoughts he didn’t have space for crowded his mind. He was eternally grateful for Sunday tomorrow, giving him a bit of a reprieve before he was thrown into it.
“I thought we’d go shopping tomorrow.” Phil joined the conversation with such ease that Ranboo almost stared. “We need to get you your uniform and some supplies. I also thought a new backpack would be nice. But if you want to stick with the one you’ve got, that works, too,” he added quickly.
Ranboo thought of the seam starting to rip on one of the straps. “No, a new bag would be awesome.”
“Great. It’s settled. Techno, Niki, do you two want to come?”
The two shared a glance and nodded.
“Alright. We’ll go to the mall at ten tomorrow, I think. Does that sound good, Ranboo?” Phil asked. Everyone was suddenly watching him. Ranboo nodded quickly, if only to make them stop.
“Did you get your schedule yet?” Techno asked, looking at his plate instead of Ranboo.
“No.” Was he supposed to have one?
“We’ll get it tomorrow with your other things,” Phil told him.
“Oh. Okay.”
When dinner was finished, Techno and Niki were the first to get up. “We have homework,” were their parting words, and then they were out the door with a surprising lack of sound. The silence held until their doors closed a few moments later.
Phil set down his fork and turned his attention to Ranboo. “I’m gonna head off too, mate. The office called, and they want me to head in for a few hours tonight. Unless you need me to stay?”
“Oh, no, I’m fine,” Ranboo rushed out. Time alone would be good. He always found it easier to breathe when there were less people in the house.
“If you’re sure,” Phil said, standing. “Techno and Niki will help if you need anything, and my numbers are on the coffee table. You should probably put them in your phone anyway.”
Ranboo imagined the battered old model he had upstairs. The corner was bashed in from being dropped a few too many times, and the 5 button was fickle. He cringed a little at the thought of showing it to Phil.
“Will do,” was all he said. Then Phil, too, left, and Ranboo was alone in a kitchen in a new house with no real idea what he should do, except that he wanted to leave Niki and Techno alone.
With that in mind, he went to bed. Or, not exactly. He went to sit in bed with his legs crossed, hunched over his journal as he wrote everything that had happened that day down. It had been a long time since he’d lost a day, but that did nothing to remove the fear that at some point, he would.
A strange bang sometime later made Ranboo jump. He checked the digital clock on his nightstand: 1:15 am.
The noise reminded him of a window being shut, and for a brief moment, panic flashed through him like lightning. What if someone had broken in?
But that was impossible. They were at the top of freaking Pog Tower. Just to reassure himself, Ranboo got up and looked out his own window. The distance from himself to the ground made him close the curtains. Yep, no one would be scaling the building. He was fine. He was safe.
Ranboo looked at the journal, still open on his bed. The moment when he’d gone from writing to staring blankly at the pages was a mystery. He sighed, closed the journal, and put it back in its place at the bottom of his backpack. He had to go shopping tomorrow… well, technically, today. Sleep would be a really great idea.
Not that saying it would make it happen.
Nevertheless, Ranboo climbed into bed. This time, he got under the covers and made his eyes stay closed. The suggestions ran through his head: count, tell yourself a story, take deep breaths. None of it ever worked.
Sometimes, Ranboo really wished it did.
#dream smp#dreamsmp#dsmp#dream smp fanfiction#dream smp fic#dsmp fanfic#the syndicate#ranboo#technoblade#nihachu#philza#the syndicate foster au
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WHUMPTOBER DAY 15 - Sugar Sweet Medicine
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Syndicate au
HALLOWEEN FIC
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It was Halloween, his first one with the Syndicate. He had been dreading it since the month turned. He liked sweets before Pandora but now all they did was make him feel sick and lost again. He hadn’t told anyone about that yet, managing to keep it a secret by taking the treats they shared with him and disposing of them in private. He hated wasting food but he hated the thought of disappointing them even more.
Now he was dressed up in the rabbit costume he helped niki make and walking with Ranboo around the arctic hunting for where Phil had hidden candy for all of them to find. It was easy at first, he “overlooked” hiding spots or walked just slow enough for Ranboo to get to them before he did. Unluckily for him when Ranboo’s bag got halfway full he felt bad and started splitting everything he found. Even more unlucky Phil had gone all out hiding the candy.
By the time they got back to the house they both had almost full bags. He smiled easily enough, he enjoyed spending time with his new family. He also had a plan, he’d take his bag to his room and slowly pass them out and sneak them into other people’s bags. He didn’t have to eat a single piece of candy. He felt quite happy with his plan until they entered the kitchen to show Phil their spoils of war. A pumpkin pie sat square in the center of the table. He blinked slowly hoping it was his imagination. The pie stubbornly stayed where it was. It smelled so sweet. Bile rose to the back of his throat. Please not today, he couldn’t do this today.
Phil walked over to them wiping his hands in a towel. “I figured it was cold hunting for candy so I made pie for all of us, go warm up and we all can have a slice before the pumpkin carving contest.” His throat was dry, he nodded. It was just. One slice of pie. He could get the smallest slice. He’d be fine.
In his room he stuffed his bag under his pillow and pulled at his hair as he paced. It had been gnawing at the edges of his thoughts all day. He pushed it back. He had done this before, please just stay back for a little bit longer. He pulled so hard that some hair came out. He screamed into his comforter. One slice. He tried not to gag thinking about it. There was a knock on his door.
“You okay in there? Everyone’s waiting for you.” He swallowed dry and cleared his throat. It didn’t help but it gave him time to push away the frustration and sadness that would have curdled his words.
“I’ll be out in a minute, you don’t have to wait for me.” If he waited long enough they had to move on to pumpkin carving.
“Mate you’re part of the family, what’s a few more minutes?” He wouldn’t be able to weasel his way out of this. He composed himself and stepped out of his room. Phil’s face brightened at the sight of him. He didn’t want to disappoint him, it’s one slice of pie.
At the table everyone smiled at him. It was safe, he was safe. He smiled back and prayed they couldn’t see how he really felt. His slice was already on his plate, everyone had the same size slice. Of course. They were all equal. He brought the fork to his mouth and. It was sweet, it was so so horribly sweet. He gagged.
“If you don’t like pumpkin pie you could have just said so instead of…” Techno’s voice trailed off when he saw the tears rolling down Dream’s face. He couldn’t do it. He sobbed his breath catching wetly in his throat. It all reminded him of the potions. The worst sessions ended with a healing potion sickeningly sweet. He couldn’t taste it without feeling it all. He had been out for months but it still weighed on him like a boulder.
Quackity crushes his fingers with the shears coated in healing potion. The skin tried to stitch itself back over the blade cold metal pressing itself against his nearly severed nerves. When he releases them they rip the skin off leaving ragged bloody wounds. Quackity splashes healing as he beats him, the bruises fading before they can appear, bones setting themselves seconds after they break. He’s so tired his body putting everything into stitching itself back together. He wants to sleep but the next potion forces his eyes open again. Sam forces a potion down his throat, the slit that would have been fatal if only a bit longer or a bit higher stitching itself back together.
He wanted to run; didn’t want them to see him like this, crying over a slice of pie with fucking bunny ears jingling as he sobbed. A hand was placed on his back, gentle but he still flinched. “Hey, want to step out? You don’t have to eat the pie if you don’t want to.” he nodded. Philza led him to his room “Want to talk or decompress alone?” He shook his head, this has happened so many damned times Phil knew what that meant. “Okay. We’re here for you mate. Healing isn’t fast or easy or clean.” He nodded and closed the door between them. The bag of candy taunted him under his pillow. So small but it terrified him. He was scared of what it could remind him of.
Rage. There was no other word for the sudden feeling that gripped him. How dare they take this from him. How dare they make it so he can’t enjoy something as trivial as food. As universally loved as candy. He marched to his bed and ate half of his bag before the tidal wave of regret hit him. He barely made it to the toilet before he was ridding himself of the too-sweet taste in his mouth. He'd take the sour acrid sting of bile before the stomach turning sweetness any day. He rested his head on the cool tile. A realization set heavy in his stomach. The prison had ruined him.
#dreblr#Syndicate au#angst#fic#dsmp#dream smp#dsmpblr#whump#issa me post#tw disordered eating#tw purging#ptsd#halloween#halloween fic#whumptober 2021#Dreamwastaken#technoblade#ranboo#philza#the syndicate
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Hi! If its alright could I request caregiver Techno and regressor Ranboo where theyre going home at night and they get attacked by mobs which causes an already stressed ranboo to regress? Its okay if not! I love your blog!
Thank you!! I'm fine with all of that!
Summary: The syndicate deals with kinoko kingdom, then they all go home and Ranboo tries to deal with how he feels himself, but a little explosion cuts that off.
tw: it kinda seems like c!Karl slander but its not, Ranboo goes through a moral conflict, there's a small explosion in the paragraph where they're going through the portal
Kinoko Kingdom. It was their worst dealing with a country yet. Ranboo wanted to keep it more impartial, but Karl already admitted to using his power against his citizens, to be fair in trivial ways, but still being used. That went against what the syndicate stood for and thus, Ranboo was set against his own beliefs once again. He hardly knew anyone in Kinoko Kingdom, all he knew was that they were a monarchy and living on top of Niki.
They somehow managed to settle it peacefully. Without Ranboo there.
Instead of staying for debate, he stepped out like he had been offered to before and stayed in Niki’s house, sitting by the nether portal.
He just couldn’t do it. He knew he didn’t have any room to advocate for them, but he also didn’t have the attachment to put himself on the line for.
So, he sat by the portal, waiting, until Niki came by and smiled, saying they came to an agreement. Ranboo was far too stressed to understand the terms, just nodding along while Technoblade explained, Niki humming along in agreement. Niki seemed happy, and so did Techno, so Ranboo should have felt better, but he got himself so wound up that they might trust him less after this and of the possibility of him having to fight against his wants again, that he couldn’t sit still. He said his goodbyes to Niki, then followed Techno through the portal, holding a grass block he got from just outside Niki’s base, tucking it against himself. Technoblade managed to carry the conversation, explaining everything that had happened, joking about being disappointed that he didn’t get to use his withers again.
Ranboo walked through the portal and started walking home. Techno yelped and jumped to the side, just in time for Ranboo to turn around and see a creeper, throwing the dirt block at it as it blew up, tossing him to the ground in the snow. Techno snorted since Ranboo clearly wouldn’t be hurt, he was in netherite afterall, and walked over to help him up, “yeah, that block sure showed hi-”
Ranboo was clearly crying, but he tried to keep his head down when he took Technoblade’s hand, standing. Ranboo was way too tall for Technoblade to not see his face, though.
Techno made a nervous noise, then tried to get Ranboo into the gated area, “hey, hey, it’s fine. You know, we got plenty of pots. Ranboo, hey-” Ranboo shook his head and rubbed the tears away with his sleeve, still whimpering.
He rubbed Ranboo’s shoulder, then paused, “wait- do- do your tears have water?”
Ranboo gave a little nod, following Techno inside.
“Bruh, you rolled like the worst genetics possible.”
Ranboo gave a little tired laugh and took Techno’s hand off of him, then whined at the tears, sitting down on the couch, trying to dry them off without getting some other part of him wet. Technoblade used some tissues to wipe it up, then looked at the tracks under Ranboo’s eyes, “wow. Really got that main character mark.”
Ranboo hummed and looked down.
Techno got up and grabbed some healing pots, “you okay though? Like really?”
Ranboo messed with his gloves and shook his head.
Techno looked Ranboo over, “do you not have protection on there or something?”
Ranboo looked confused then pointed at his own armor and nodded to say that it did have protection on it.
“Then what's wrong?”
Ranboo pulled up his communicator and typed out, ‘Im little.’
Techno sighed, looking at it on his after he heard the beep, “Yeah, I know that, but like- come on, you’ve been off all day, and the creeper was the thing to make you drop?”
Ranboo stared at Techno with big eyes, but Techno didn’t look back until he sat down. “Let’s get some healing pots on there. I’ll try not to look.”
Ranboo nodded and leaned forward into the rag with the healing potion on it, letting Technoblade put it over the scar.
Techno finished and stood up, “alright, I’ll get enderchest for you and the block, you stay here.” Technoblade pulled a blanket from under the couch and put it on top of Ranboo, then left.
Ranboo never told Technoblade that he regressed but somehow Techno knew it. Maybe he was just that easy to read. But this blanket smelled like Ranboo’s laundry despite the fact he’d never seen it before. It was a quilt made probably by Techno, seeing as he knew Phil didn’t sew, but it was still weird to him.
But it was smooth and thick so Ranboo didn’t care, just curling up and getting comfortable in the blanket.
Techno came back and placed enderchest on Ranboo’s legs, then plopped a block of green wool on Ranboo’s chest.
Ranboo let out a little vwoop for the first time around Techno, then immediately stuffed his face into the block in embarrassment.
Enderchest crawled up onto Ranboo’s stomach and leaned against the block Ranboo was squeezing.
Techno sat on what little was left of the couch, grabbing a book from the same place the blanket came from. He flipped to somewhere near the middle, then started to read, adding his own commentary along with it. It was a book of fairy tales.
Ranboo looked up as Techno began describing a cruel kingdom, making Ranboo whimper and sit up some.
Techno looked over, then set the book down, “okay, something’s up.”
Ranboo looked down and hugged the block some more, shaking his head.
“You know you don’t have to be part of the syndicate, Ranboo.”
Ranboo let out a whine at that.
“Man, come on, just- okay, what’ll get you to sleep today?”
Ranboo shrugged and looked around the room, then stared at the little record played to the side left over from Tommy.
Techno hummed, “sorry, kid, I don’t have a disk.”
Ranboo ran his hands over the wool, then took in a little breath, “I do.”
Techno frowned softly, then nodded, “okay, in your house, right?”
Ranboo nodded, then smiled a bit when Enderchest nuzzled his hand.
Techno left again, going for the disks.
Ranboo talked softly in ender to his cat, laughing every once in a while. Enderchest seemed very happy with that, purring against him.
Techno finally came back and decided to go with chirp, placing it into the player.
With the blanket, block, cat, and music, Ranboo fell asleep before the song was over. Technoblade laughed gently and kept playing the song over and over until Ranboo started sleep talking. He sat next to him, then grabbed the book again and went back to reading the start.
#btw if i didnt get it across#enderwalk ranboo goes to technoblade to take care of him when hes little#agere technoblade#cg!technoblade#agere techno#cg!techno#little!ranboo#agere ranboo#niki is there but not enough to warrant a tag#im sorry my beloved niki-#ask#jade writes#agere mcyt#agere dsmp
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The Favor. (a Rewind meets Canon ficlet)
This a ficlet based on the fanfic Rewind by @a-non-ymouswriter, and exploring an au within the fanfic. The “Rewind meets cannon” au is based around what would’ve happened if Tommy and Tubbo from a very bad future time traveled at the time Tommy was killed and revived by Dream.
And today, we look at The Syndicate.
Apologies for any grammar errors, english is not my first language.
Wanna read more ficlets?
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"Ranboo, are you okay?" Niki asks.
He is not okay, he is far from being okay.
Even so, Ranboo tries his best not to stutter. "I'm fine. Completely fine." He smiles at Niki, who turns to her chair in the syndicate room.
Both of them sit down around the big table. While Niki starts talking about the next plans of her underground city, his mind and thoughts are eating him with guilty and nervousness.
But why? He chose to talk, no one forced him, he chose to tell Tubbo and Tobias about the Syndicate and its members. He did that willingly because the more help the better, right?
That still makes him a traitor, though.
But it's for a good cause, he tries to convince himself as Philza enters the room. A couple of crows fly down from above to greet him.
"Techno it's not here?" Niki and Ranboo share a look before shaking their heads and despite looking a little concerned, Phil sits down with them. "He told me he wouldn't take long."
"Should we send him a message?" Niki opens her comms. "If he is near he should see-"
They hear the piston door open and Technoblade walks down the stairs.
"Everything alright, mate?" Phil notices a troubled look on Techno's face.
Techno doesn't answer nor sits down. There seems to be a mix of anger and frustration in his eyes. Suddenly, fear grows in Ranboo's mind. He nervously fidgets with his fingers as many questions hit him. Does he know? How could he have found out? Ender, if he discovered that Tobias and Tubbo know because of him, he is done for.
"I got something to announce." That's it. He knows, and he is gonna tell everyone. He'll be considered a traitor, again. This can't be happening.
"The Syndicate has a new member."
"What?" The words escape Ranboo's mouth on accident. But Phil looks equally surprised as him.
"Do you mean Harpocrates?" Niki looks between Phil and Techno.
"No."
Philza stands up from his seat. "Techno, we never talk about this."
The warrior looks at him with tired eyes. "I had no say in this."
The pistons are heard one more time, steps go down the stairs, and Techno moves aside to let them see the person entering the room.
"Theseus is part of the Syndicate now."
This can't be good.
"I told you not to call me by that shitty name." Theo stands beside Techno, his voice sounds annoyed under his mask. The warrior only walks away and sits down in his chair.
To say they are confused is an understatement.
"What’s the meaning of this?" Phil asks Techno.
Theo tilts his head and answers in a fake innocent tone. "What's wrong Philza? Not happy to see your son alive?"
Phil is taken back by the question, he avoids looking at the mask as he sits again looking down. "I just never thought you'd like to join."
"Of course I didn't wanna join this fucking political circus you got."
"Then why are you here?" Niki raises his voice, a little irritated.
Theo looks at Techno, who has his face hidden by his hands in a thinking position. "This pig owns Dream a favor, and I'm here until further notice."
Techno finally speaks. "It's not only for the favor." He looks up to the masked man. "Dream said you have information for us."
This is not good.
"I do actually." Theo walks closer to them, his fingers go over the surface of the table, touching the small foreign frames. "Someone told Dream about the rise of a new country, a powerful one." The ambiance in the room grows tenser. "One with a weapon capable of more damage than any stupid amount of withers you can have. And I'm not talking about the Egg and its shitty followers."
Theo's tone turns sinister.
"What do you know about Snowchester?"
Ranboo is about to pass out.
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If you're wondering why would Theo join the Syndicate? Quick answer, I thought it would be cool.
Long answer, It's not a normal way of developing a story (I wouldn't recommend it) After I thought "Theo in the Syndicate" I had to imagine the reasons why. Dream it's not in a state to keep tabs on everybody, and without George or Sapnap, the members of the Syndicate are another option for Theo to interact with people, and very slowly, find something close to friendship. (since these people are very different from the ones he knows, it's Rewind vs Canon y'all)
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Only took me a month because executive dysfunction but yeah here’s the second chapter to The Varying Abstracts of Black and White- a psychological horror piece based on c!Ranboo and his worsening memory. Also includes the Syndicate
TW for: Derealization, memory loss, brief mentions of drowning, Hallucinations and rapidly declining mental health in later chapters, losing track of time
(Chapter 1 Link)
(Ao3 Link. If you enjoy please maybe give a kudos or drop a comment and share with someone! It really helps me a lot and motivates me to keep writing)
There’s still chatter bouncing off the walls, yet Ranboo can’t hear any of it.
The chattering lacks continuity, stained wavelengths that never reach his ears. Messy scribbles bouncing off the white canvas of his mind.
He floats along the messy border of consciousness in a fragmented reality of spilt ink. A river splitting his mind. He lets the current take him wherever, crackling static in his ears. He’s used to it by now. It’s a welcome contrast to the raging storms of the outside world. In a strange, almost nerve wracking way, it’s calming. He doesn’t need to think or breathe or do anything here. He can just be.
Eventually, his head bobs above the surface, and the meticulous chatter that avoided him before can finally stain the canvas.
“-Deal with Kinoko. So-”
Right.
Layers of brittle white paint peel from a corner of the canvas, exposing the black pigment underneath.
They were still writing ideas on what to do about the supposed ‘kingdom.’
“Right, uh.” Ranboo clears his throat, catching the attention of the other Syndicate members. “I spaced out a little there. So are we gonna scout the place first or..”
His question fades in the confusion marked across the other’s faces, slowly seeping into his own as seconds of silence stream on. Niki is the first to speak up and break the fragile barrier of soundlessness.
“Ranboo, we already did that.” She informs him calmly, betraying the bafflement scattered in static in her expression.
“What?” Ranboo asks, understandably just as confused. The paint begins to chip off another corner. “But I thought we were still writing things down..”
“No Ranboo, we-” she pauses, and Ranboo assumes she’s thinking of what to say next. “You went with us to visit them. Their buildings are made of mushrooms and you asked them about hiring Foolish to build for them.”
And Ranboo doesn;t want to believe it. Of course- why would he? He doesn;t remember leaving the Syndicate room and travelling to a place with mushrooms for houses but also he hasn’t told Niki about Foolish building his mansion and she has no reason to lie about what he asked and Techno and Phil aren’t denying any of it.
“Hey. Ranboo.” A familiar voice coaxes him from falling into inner turmoil. His head snaps up from fiddling uneasily with his tie. It’s Phil. “i know you said this happens sometimes but really- if you aren’t feeling well you can go home-”
“No, no, i’m fine!” Ranboo cuts him off. A pale, meaningless lie. “I feel fine. I just.. Don’t usually forget that quickly.” Followed by a dark truth, a dark, pitchy truth he wants to hold under the waves and drown in ink until he doesn’t have to face it anymore. But he can’t lie. Not entirely. Not to Phil.
He’s fine. He’s perfectly, entirely fine.
“Seriously. Listen to the old man. If you need to go home you can just go.” Techno gestures to Phil, who rolls his eyes. “You could get up and walk out of here without a word and we wouldn’t stop you. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, and you don’t have to explain why.”
And this time, Ranboo actually considers the offer, remaining silent for what he knows is probably longer than necessary to weigh in the pros and cons.
“..Yeah, actually.” He finally answers, standing up and pushing his chair toward the table. “I’m gonna go. See ya.”
Phrases of goodbye are tossed at him as he hurries out the room, head full of clouds and swirling and clashing realities. He leaves without another word.
He’s fine. Everything is fine, he tells himself on the walk through the white chill of the arctic.
He’s fine. No, his hands aren’t shaking, he’s just cold, he reminds himself as the door to home closes behind him. So what if he forgot something that happened today? He forgets things all the time!
He shouldn’t dwell on it. Yeah- he really shouldn’t. He just needs a distraction.
So Ranboo grabs his pickaxe, and heads down to the mine, sinking deeper and deeper into the river of ink with each step he takes.
He’s fine, he tells himself one more time, but a fleeting voice at the back of his conscience reaches through the warm, comforting barrier of ignorance, yelling out his name.
“Is it?”
He paints over it in white, and continues mining.
#im gonna be honest im really sorry for the low word count. this was something i was really excited to write and share#but so far isnt living up to what i thought it would be. but am gonna finish it. eventually#dream smp#fanfiction#ranboo#technoblade#philza#nihachu
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How to take down a kingdom by Niki Nihachu (Ft. Ranboo)
Her code name isn’t Nemesis for no reason, is it?
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Niki tells the Syndicate about a new kingdom on the rise, and it's up to her to take it down (with a little help from ranboo)
[AO3 LINK]
Join our kingdom? Join their kingdom, Karl had said. As if he even had the audacity to ask her to join him when he had so carelessly built his kingdom right on top of her city without even checking if someone was even there. Granted, it was only him, Sapnap, and George. Three people. That was the final straw in all of this when she heard they were hiring someone to build the rest of their kingdom for them.
But that doesn’t make it any better. There is no way that she is trusting Sapnap at all, anywhere near any of her pets at all. Not after all the shit he had pulled while L’manburg was still around.
Killing pets with no mercy, as if they didn’t even matter.
She would never forget Fungi. Never.
But with this new kingdom on the rise, directly on top of her city, she thinks she might be able to put her syndicate nickname to use.
Her code name isn’t Nemesis for no reason, is it?
Maybe it’s time to call for a syndicate meeting.
You whisper to Technoblade: Techno.
You whisper to Technoblade: I have an issue that I need to speak to you and the others with.
Technoblade whispers to you: Calling a Syndicate meeting, I presume?
You whisper to Technoblade: Yes. I would prefer sooner than later.
Technoblade whispers to you: I will let Ranboo and Phil know. Tomorrow afternoon?
You whisper to Technoblade: That works, thank you. See you tomorrow.
The next morning she wakes up, and heads outside, frowning when she finds a book in her mailbox, from Karl, titled “Please Niki.” It hasn’t even been a day since he originally asked. Maybe just to have a physical copy of it? How impatient is he?
So she reads it, her frown deepening when Karl refers to her city as a country. When she had said that her city is very much not a country. How he automatically assumes her home is a country rubs her the wrong way immediately, considering who she’s allied herself with. But his offer about showing her around his kingdom could be useful to her, in multiple ways.
She will have to show this book to the syndicate later today.
Evidence.
But there’s a slight issue. She found out that Foolish is the one who is building for them. Foolish is innocent. He was the one who was building for them. She knows that he’s been building for Kinoko, he’s visited her a couple times apologizing whenever he accidentally breaks a block into her city. Even expressing concern once about the vicinity of the two being so close together, and she couldn’t agree more. But unfortunately for Foolish, he doesn’t want to seem to move the build, is he even getting paid as well? But she doesn’t think that’s her problem. She doesn’t even know the shark totem god all that well, just that he enjoys the building that he does.
She doesn’t exactly want to ruin his builds, but if it comes to it, she will do it.
But enough thinking about that for now.
With a sigh, she eats her breakfast and prepares to head out towards the cold of the arctic commune. Ignoring the fact that she doesn’t have a thick enough cloak to shield her from the cold.
She steps through her portal and into the nether, being careful not to catch the attention of any ghasts or anger any of the piglins wandering around. Fortunately, though, she catches Ranboo as he seems to be coming back from the community portal.
“Ranboo!” she grins and waves at him.
“Hello, Niki!” he smiles back, “I was just collecting more string from the spider spawner, so that’s why I’m coming from there,” he says with an awkward chuckle, “I’ve been trading with my villagers non-stop recently.”
She laughs, “that’s good, I’ve just been working on my city.”
His face brightens, “any more progress?”
“Just a bit, though I’ve been busy with… other matters,” she says as they reach the portal.
“After you,” he motions, bowing dramatically.
“Oh, thank you, you’re too kind.” she laughs
Niki was barely prepared for the bitter cold that suddenly hits her, shivering immediately.
Ranboo steps out moments later and frowns, pulling his heavier cloak out of his inventory, “here, put it on.” he says, handing it to her. “I think you need it more.”
“Are you sure? Don’t you need it, too?” she frowns, pulling the thin fabric around her.
“I’ll be fine,” he says, wrapping it around her shoulders for her, as it’s entirely too long and Ranboo has to tie it extra tight just so it doesn’t fall off. “We can ask Phil to make one for you.”
She smiles warmly at him again; the kid is too kind for his own good. “I’ll have to ask him.”
The two walk in silence the short distance to the arctic, though Phil greets the two of them as soon as they enter the fenced-in area.
“Ranboo, aren’t you cold, mate?” he asks, eying the half enderman who shivers slightly in the cold.
“Just a little. Niki needed my cloak more than me.”
Phil sighs, “I need to make you one now, huh Niki?” he says giving her a smile, “techno’s down there already.”
“Oh! I need to put a couple things away really quick first.” Ranboo says, running to his house in a few strides, “I’ll be down in a second!” he yells as he disappears.
“Sounds good!”
“That kids been trading for emeralds nonstop,” he says and lets out a sigh when he hears a bell ring in the distance, “damn prime pig. Scared the shit out of me the first time I heard a bell ringing and I didn’t know where it came from.”
“What?” Niki asks as they head towards the lava pit containing the syndicate room.
“Ranboo has a pet pig that he trained to ring a bell.”
She blinks in confusion
Phil only shrugs in response before jumping down into the lava, and she joins him seconds later. Phils already got a boat on the ice path down and ready for her to jump into the back. Soon they are in the syndicate room.
Now she is no longer Niki, but Nemesis. Phil is no longer Phil, but Zephyrus. Here in the syndicate, you go by a name that is not your own. A name with a meaning.
“Lethe said he’ll be down in a moment, got some shit to put away,” Zephyrus says, giving Protesilaus a nod.
Protesilaus hums, turning to Nemesis, “I see you’ve chosen your code name, fits you rather well, Nemesis.”
Nemesis smiles widely at the pig hybrid, “thank you,” he does not know how well it’ll fit after she tells them about the latest development in her life.
Moments later, lethe himself practically runs into the room. A book, she assumes to be his memory book, clutched in his hands as he sits down. “Sorry,” he says quickly.”
“It’s alright, mate.” Zephyrus smiles at him, “memory book?”
“Oh- sort of? An extra memory book for syndicate stuff, I’ll be making it super vague in the actual one.” Lethe shrugs, “Just so that if I ever lose it… again… it won’t have anything about this.”
“Smart.”
“Alright, it’s been a while since we all last met and Harpo still hasn’t shown up, but I’m not holding it to them again.” Protesilaus chuckles, but his voice holding a serious tone, “any updates?”
Niki waits for a moment, waiting for anyone else to speak up.
“Well, uh, turns out Tommy’s not dead.” Lethe says with a grimace, “He’s not okay though.”
“Now, I wouldn’t say I told you so, but I told you so.” Protesilaus says half-heartedly, “anything else, Lethe?”
“Um… puffy blew up the community house from a prank that Fundy had set up, It was hilarious this time, though.” the half enderman chuckles, pointedly ignoring what Protesilaus had said moments ago, “but hey at least it wasn’t me this time.”
That gets a good laugh out of the four of them, but an awkward silence afterward, silently remembering the country of L’manburg through the good and the bad memories.
“Anything else, Lethe?”
He hums, “Hannahs been planting flowers and I think that’s it? that’s all I could remember.”
“How about you Nemesis, you were the one to call the meeting?”
A smile grows on her face as she reaches into her inventory to pull out the book that Karl had put into her mailbox that morning. “Well,” she places it on the table, the title ‘Please Niki’ glaring up at her, “I heard wind that there was a new kingdom on the rise.”
She relishes in the surprised looks of her fellow anarchists, a variety of emotions all displayed on their faces, as pride swells up into her chest, ready to burst. This is her contribution. She finally, finally, contributing something without being looked down upon, without being immediately ignored. This is a new feeling, and she loves it. She absolutely loves the feeling of being heard.
“Please, do tell.”
“Have you ever heard of Kinoko Kingdom?”
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Prison Break
Tw: lots of violence, blood
The white pastry box in her hands was heavy with the weight of the pie. Niki walked down the prime path the way she always did, smiling softly, sweater sleeves covering her hands. It had been a long time since she truly felt the way. She wasn’t sure when it had become a disguise, but it had, and everyone believed it without batting an eye. Beneath it, rage burned, hot but controlled. Always controlled. Her best weapon, she knew, was how she was perceived. Patience would pay off. Nothing but pain was coming for the people who’d locked her friend away.
She found Sam outside the museum. He leaned against the pillar, turning an unlit cigarette over and over in his fingers. He glanced up at her footsteps, then pushed himself off the pillar and pocketed the cigarette.
Niki smiled brightly. “Sam! I was just looking for you.” She hurried up the steps and under the awning outside the museum. The light rain a few feet away droned on.
“Hey, Niki.” Sam sounded tired. He looked it, too. Purple bags under his eyes were made starker by the unhealthy pallor of his face. “How are you?”
“I’m good. Are you okay?” she asked, arranging her features into a concerned look. “You look exhausted.”
Sam blinked a few times. “Yeah, I’m good. Just all the stuff that’s happened around the prison. Tommy, you know?”
No mention of Techno. Nothing about the lies, about how he and Quackity had pulled him away from his damn birthday party to lure him in. Niki nodded understandingly. “I’m sure it’ll all work out in the end,” she said. Then she held out the box. “I made you a pie. Felt like you might need a pick me up on guard duty so often.”
A small smile appeared on Sam’s face. “Thanks, Niki. I really appreciate that.” He took the box, opening it to find a pumpkin pie and cutlery taped to the side. “Pumpkin! My favorite.”
“I was hoping I remembered right.” Niki smiled again. There was a chance it wouldn’t work, she knew. That Sam would set it aside for later. But he had a parentlike streak. Niki had seen it in his interactions with Tommy. So she tweaked her gaze, made it subtly more hopeful and excited. Sam noticed, and freed the fork from the side of the box. He relaxed a little at the first bite of the comfort food and immediately ate more. “It’s good?” Niki asked sweetly.
Sam nodded. “It’s amazing. Thank you, Niki, really. I needed this.” He swallowed another bite, and two things that would oppose each other happened. First, his eyes widened with panic. Then they began turning glassy. “What…” his knees buckled, and he slowly slid down the pillar before falling sideways.
It had worked. Niki and Jack had been playing around for a while. Mixing potions together, testing the effects. They’d found a combination Jack had named Aurora’s Poison. Weakness, slowness, the scantest drop of harming, and a ground up petal from a wither rose. Death without stillness.
Sam’s face had taken on a bluish tinge, but his chest still moved up and down. His eyes were half open. “Niki… ” he mumbled, “help.”
Finally, the facade could fall. Niki’s smile turned into a cold smirk. She squatted beside him, strands of pink hair falling into her face. “Oh, Sam.” His lighter had fallen from his pocket. She picked it up and sparked it, studying the flame before looking back at him. “You don’t deserve my help.”
There was the faintest glimmer of realization in his eyes before they closed for good. “Sweet dreams, Warden. The Syndicate sends its regards,” Niki murmured. She stood. Let Quackity try to wake him. He was a living corpse.
She stepped back into the rain, her boots the only sound on the prime path as she returned to the underground bunker Techno had left in his instructions. Phil and Ranboo were already inside and suited up. There were two more pairs of netherite armor on stands against the back wall. One was for her. The second was for Techno.
“How’d it go?” Phil asked.
“Perfectly,” she replied, tying the straps of the chestplate. Phil’s armor had two bumps on the back, designed specifically to accommodate his wings. He had his sword in hand, shield leaning against his wall. A crossbow and quiver were slung across his back, and Techno’s sword hung from his belt. “Didn’t know what hit him.”
Ranboo looked the calmest Niki had ever seen him. Normally, he fidgeted constantly. Now, his hands were still, aside from the way they drifted to his axe handle. His face was set determinedly, and his crown hung from his armor stand, swapped out for a helmet. He’d been the one to get them the armor. It shone with the best enchantment the server could offer. Niki had known he was rich, but she hadn’t realized exactly how much he’d been sitting on. Her jaw had nearly dropped when, before they set out, he passed a totem to each of them.
“Need help?” he asked, taking half a step towards her when she started struggling with her gauntlets.
“I’ve got it.” Ranboo returned to the wall. He began tracing the blade of his axe lightly with his finger.
When she’d finally gotten all her armor in place, Niki crossed to the rack of weapons. She seized her bow and a quiver of harming arrows, slinging them across her back. She and Phil were the contingency plans if they were somehow pursued. Finally, she picked up her own axe. Its enchantments hummed, sending thrills up her arm. “Ready.”
“Ranboo?” Phil asked. The teenager nodded. “Alright, then.” He flicked the lever by the door. The sound of breaking glass filled the air as potion bottles broke. Niki felt the difference immediately, her bones strengthening with the magic. “Let’s go.”
-
Phil had known anger before. His life had been too long not to. There had been a time, before Techno, before Wilbur, that he let it consume him. Then Techno had arrived, and it was like impulse control had been installed. They were still formidable, of course, but Phil didn’t seek war anymore.
He knew grief, too. He knew the way it moved, the way it played with you until you wanted to sink beneath its waves and drown. It had consumed him after Wil’s death. He could hardly bring himself to clean his sword before he fell into a stupor in front of the fireplace. It had been Techno, again, who pulled him out of it. Who’d given him a new sword and convinced him to play war games until the sight of blood didn’t send him vomiting to the bathroom. There would be no Techno to pull him out if this went wrong. Phil might as well be dead too.
Ranboo and Niki followed him out of the bunker. The streets were empty as they silently made their way to the prison.
They didn’t bother to ring the bell. The three of them stood in the portal until reality straightened itself out. Phil had Techno’s will clutched in his hand. The bundle of papers had been empty, at first, until a few days ago. Writing had begun appearing, in Dream’s messy, spiked scrawl. Sam was a fool, Phil thought. He couldn’t take away Techno’s knowledge of spells.
He strode to the corner of the little room they were in. A loose tile was there, easily unnoticeable if you weren’t looking for it. Phil lifted it and threw it to the side. There was a loud crack when it hit the wall. He flipped the lever beneath it. “Thirty seconds before it resets,” he said, returning to the portal. Niki and Ranboo followed suit, and the prison constructed itself around them.
It was all so darkly decorated. Alright, edgelord, Phil thought sarcastically. They bypassed the waver on its lectern and the lockers to the side. Phil flicked the levers according to the code Techno had written. A door opened, and they took the tunnel Sam used into the next room.
Their way through the prison was marked by similar proceedings, and Phil’s mind was left to go on autopilot.
Techno knew it was a trap. He’d told him so a week ago, standing in the snow outside their houses. The moment he was out of sight, Phil had opened the will. He’d thought the message of the empty papers was clear: do what you want, lol.
So he’d gone to the stasis chambers and waited by the levers. Three days, he gave himself. Then he’d hit the lever, and Techno would be home safe.
Then it was four days, and Phil wasn’t sure why he’d waited longer. The pearls were a safety blanket. Using them would make things better. Unless what they revealed made it worse.
Then, on the fifth day, he’d woken up to a scratchy, crinkly noise from the will. Scrambling out of bed, he’d turned the pages over, and found the ink still wet. And what had Techno written, first thing?
PHIL, DON’T USE THE PEARLS. I NEED THE VIEWS FROM A COOL ESCAPE.
The dramatic little shit. But Techno had lain out his plan, and like always, it was smart. Phil had gathered the Syndicate, and they’d been ready.
A hint of nerves appeared in Ranboo’s eyes when they passed the iron door into the main cell area. Phil understood it. When they’d hung out, Ranboo told him how it was the point of no return, in a way. They all remembered what happened to Tommy. But Ranboo had three lives, Phil assured himself, and hoped the teen remembered too. He’d be fine. So would Niki. And Techno.
They travelled through the respawn checkpoints and extra rooms until they were in front of the lava wall. Ranboo glanced at the bed. “Should we set our spawn here?”
Phil shrugged. “I wouldn’t want to be spawn-trapped in here, but if you want to, go ahead.” Ranboo looked at the ground. Remorse tugged at Phil. “Sorry. Just a joke,” he said. Ranboo nodded.
Waiting for the lava to come down would take too long. Phil threw a few potions of fire resistance down on them and flipped the lever so the bridge would be safe when they returned. Then, with Ranboo and Niki standing on the bridge, he flipped the lever. He ran and leapt onto the bridge with the help of the jump boost pots from earlier.
The flames surrounded them in orange light. They couldn’t see each other. The lava tickled, almost, drying them off from the rain outside.
They came out the other side with a few blocks between them and the cell. Phil blinked a few times, readjusting to the low light, and froze. He hadn’t expected to be greeted by what was there.
-
Ranboo worried. It was in his nature. So of course, when he’d heard the plan, he took precautions for failure.
Tubbo was back in Snowchester with Jack by his request. They were in the control room, with a nuke armed and ready to hit the prison. Michael would be there too. Ranboo had made Tubbo promise not to let him out of his sight. Ranboo had never been more grateful for his husband’s habit of not asking questions.
His comms had been burning a hole in his pocket the whole way here. One message and it would all go up.
Now, though, he forgot all about the nukes as the bridge came to a stop at the cell block. Anger took its place. “Quackity,” he said in a near growl, “what are you doing.”
The scene before them looked like a horror movie. Blood, dry and fresh, coated the floor of the cell. Dream –– Dream –– was curled in the corner, shaking. Quackity stood in the middle of the room with a sword in his hand, grinning. And Techno.
Ranboo’s friend was standing by the back wall. His cape was torn. He was bleeding, too, but Ranboo couldn’t tell from where. He did, however, see the way Techno was just barely leaning against the wall behind him. His heart clenched.
“Oh, hey guys,” Techno said. Despite everything, his voice still came out strong and unbothered. “Nice timing.”
“Hey, guys.” Quackity flipped the sword in his grip so the point was against the ground, then leaned on the hilt. “Surprise seeing you here.” His easy grin didn’t reach his eye.
Ranboo vaguely remembered a day in old L’Manburg. He and Quackity had shared a pot of coffee and talked about Ranboo’s thoughts on people versus sides. He’d felt like Quackity understood. He’d thought he’d befriended someone who wouldn’t betray him. “Quackity,” he repeated, lifting his axe, “what are you doing.”
Behind him, Niki and Phil were moving. He didn’t pay attention to their movements, just trusting them to be ready.
“Ranboo,” Quackity said. “I get you’re probably mad. I saw you at Techno’s party, you two are friends. So first, I’m sorry you had to see this.” I bet you are, Ranboo thought. “Second, I’m only doing it because Techno’s a threat. I can’t let him be out in the world, causing problems.”
“You. Are. Torturing. Him,” Ranboo said. “Both of them!”
“Eh, Dream’s had it worse,” Techno shrugged.
“Shut up,” Quackity snapped. Ranboo’s temper snapped.
Of all the people in the room, Quackity probably hadn’t expected Ranboo to make the first move. It took him two steps to reach him, three more to shove him back against the wall. He held his axe to Quackity’s throat. “Who’s next on your list, huh?” he snarled. “Who’s the next ‘threat’ you’re gonna take out?”
Quackity’s eyes flashed. “Well, I hadn’t been thinking on it much,” he grinned, “but Tubbo and that outpost aren’t exactly making me feel comfortable.”
A furious scream built in Ranboo’s throat. He drew back his axe, to do what he didn’t know ––
“Ranboo?” It was Dream, looking up at him. For a moment, Ranboo was thrown into chaos. He couldn’t tell if it was really Dream, or all in his head. A small blade pierced the chink in his armor. He stumbled back, blinking, and the time it took for him to rip the cork from a Regen pot and pour it over the spot was all Quackity needed to ruin his advantage.
He launched himself at Ranboo. Phil intercepted him, netherite screaming as their swords collided. Niki was by Techno, offering him Healing and Regen while he leaned more heavily on the wall.
The moment the prickling in his gut subsided, Ranboo threw himself into the fight. Phil was quickly left out, which he seemed alright with. From the corner of his eye Ranboo saw him kneeling by Techno as well.
He hadn’t expected the fight to be so short, for his part. Anger fueled him, and something else. The Enderwalk, rising up in his unsteady mental state and giving him strength he didn’t know he had.
Cuts opened on Quackity’s limbs. His laughter turned to panting in the confined space. “This all you’ve got?” he yelled, out of breath. He tripped, stumbled, and fell against the wall near the lava.
Ranboo stood over him, axe in hand and red with blood. The natural course from here was to end it, right? Kill Quackity, kick him into lava? But the day in L’Manberg wouldn’t leave his head.
“You can’t do it, can you?” Quackity said. Somehow he managed to look relaxed, leaning against the obsidian as blood soaked his clothes. “I remember being that weak. It was awful. Really, Ranboo, don’t mess with me. The house always wins. You don’t want to start this.”
“Oh, shut up.” Ranboo swung his axe, and the handle collided with Quackity’s head. He slumped against the wall, eyes closed. Blood trickled from beneath his hair, but his chest still rose and fell. Ranboo left him there and returned to his friends.
Niki and Phil had taken care of most of Techno’s injuries, though he had his arms around their shoulders. “I can walk by myself, guys, seriously,” he said, but was immediately cut off by the two of them saying “bullshit” in unison. “Well, one of you needs to get Dream,” he said.
They paused. “Dream?” Niki asked incredulously.
“Yeah. Look at him, Quackity’s been giving him hell.” He glanced at Ranboo. “But hey, Syndicate rules, remember? You guys don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna. You can go ahead on the bridge and send it back to us.”
Ranboo and Niki shared a glance. They had both been citizens of L’Manberg. They had both been victims of Dream in some way. Ranboo knew Phil had helped destroy L’Manberg like it was a business deal, but he would agree with Techno. They wouldn’t follow Dream, but they’d help him. And as pathetic as the man looked in the corner of the cell, Ranboo couldn’t bring himself to do the same.
He looked Techno in the eye. “This doesn’t change my loyalty to the Syndicate. I just can’t justify helping Dream. I’ll still stand with you in other matters.”
“Got it.” Techno grinned. “Just don’t trap us in here again.”
Ranboo returned the smile, stepping onto the bridge. Niki followed him. “Sorry, Techno,” she said. “But I agree with Ranboo. He’s done too much to hurt me.”
Techno nodded. Niki knocked an arrow and shot it across the now empty pit. It hit the button on the other side, and the bridge began moving. When they reached the other side, Niki removed it from the button before hitting it once more.
“You can go ahead,” Ranboo said. “I’ll bring them back.”
Niki smiled at him. “Thanks. You fought well, Ranboo. See you at the next meeting.” She disappeared back into Sam’s tunnels, which Phil had left open.
Ranboo waited until Phil and Techno were safely on the bridge, Dream draped between them, to press the button one final time. Before it had reached full speed, he was traversing the tunnels himself, moving back towards Snowchester and his family. Quackity would find a way out of the prison, he knew. Tubbo and he would need to be ready.
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That ending happen but I can't deal with the angst and a poor crying anon *looks at the sad anon* poor little thing, ok! Here we go! Drabble time!
Ranboo knew something bad just happened when he felt Enderboo try to force his turn in the body, they had a deal once Dream helped them to understand the other, but he was in the middle of the way home with Tubbo and he didn’t want to make an scene, so he just waited until they were back and Tommy took all of his husband’s attention.
“I’m kinda tired I will go and take a nap with Michael” he said without waiting for a response, he just went to his son’s room and went into their mind-space, his other side was in distress, he said something about Dream but he couldn’t understand all of it, it was just a feeling but that was enough for him to go back to reality and send a message to Phil for him to send a crow to check on Dream.
Not even 5 minutes passed for his com to ping, but this wasn’t Phil or the Syndicate, it was Sam to everyone else…
Awesamdude: He is back in his cell
Another ping this time was Techno, the Syndicate was going to make a move, they were going to save their friend. “Michael, baby, papa has to go with uncle Techno, I don’t know how long I will be gone but-” he tried to explain but he son looked at him and gave him a nod, he also read the message “Want back u’cle Dream”
Ranboo nodded and hugged his son before giving him a single pearl “If you are in danger use it, you know how to, you are pretty smart” then he was gone, took him a few tries to get in the armory of Techno’s base, all of them already suited up and ready.
“This time only Bedrock will remain from that place” Techno’s the Blood God’s voice was deadly, this time they were not going to be sneaky.
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Dream gave a resigned and painful sigh once the lava curtain was down once again, it was just a few hours after he was put back and he was already wishing for freedom or for death. Quackity was merciless, the burned stump that once was his right leg was proof of that. At least he still had his hands, at least he was sure that he had friends this time, sooner or later he was going to get out.
He had a sweater to finish and he knew that his pets were smart enough to escape to safety. Dream passed out with a hopeful sleep, the next time he woke up a little piglin was in his chest and he could smell Niki’s cookies being made.
“This time you better stay” said Techno from the door, a smile taunting his voice.
“Don’t worry I will” answered Dream, he was home after all, why would he leave? His pets could be moved back here, he felt safe. In the back of his mind the admin felt a few canon lifes less in the world but that was fine, the server was also feeling happier, it was healing from a bad spot made of obsidian and redstone and lava.
ANON WITH THE SAVE!!! :D
I love it!! <33
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