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flowery-king · 3 years
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👉👈 would it be alrighr if phil was holding his enormous pifgy head. big bestie hug. he deserves rhe cuddle
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Train Tracks
Wrote a small fic the other night. Enjoy.
Characters: Wilbur, Ranboo, Philza, Tommy, and Techno
Summary: After coming back from Limbo, Wilbur often finds himself struggling to focus on the present. Luckily for him, there's a purple-eyed enderboy that might be able to offer some help when the rumbling gets too loud.
Trigger warnings: Derealization and Disassociation
  He sat on the edge of a not-quite built wall, staring at Las Nevadas. A warm wind ruffled his hair, tugging it in and out of his eyes; he watched the brown strands float back and forth in front of Quackity’s country. He liked the sound the wind made in the trees, he decided. Tommy was talking to him too, but he couldn’t quite focus on it.
  “I wanted to make Quackity mad, because that was the – I think that was the goal? Because you said you wanted to upset him so he’d let you in, right? So I made a train, and it’s a free train because he doesn’t like communism, and it goes all around Las Nevadas-”
  Wilbur couldn’t hear the rest of it. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from the side of one of Las Nevadas’ buildings, not because it was attractive but because he was frozen.
  He could hear it. Rumbling. Clicking over the tracks. A distant horn that echoed for miles and miles and miles of empty tunnels and train tracks and concrete. He could feel it – dark walls pressing in around him, dirty and rough and full of messy scribbles from years of being trapped down there: panicked cries for help etched into the stone, lines that marked the passing of days – weeks – months...before he’d stopped bothering to count. A half-written letter to Nikki; to Phil; to Tommy. Solitaire. Tic tac toe, even.
  And always, on top of it was the rumbling. The rumbling of a train that never came; that left him trapped in a box of dark concrete with no end and nothing inside but the fading echoes of his own frazzled mind. Schlatt was sleeping somewhere – he always was, and when he wasn’t he made Wilbur wish he was again (that bastard).
“Where is it?” he mumbled to himself. He could hear his own name echoing over the tracks, and his eyes widened.
 “Wilbur!”
 He jumped; blinked, and found Tommy’s worried eyes staring into his. And      wind,    dear lord he’d forgotten what it felt like, and the warmth of the sun on his face.
 “Tommy?”
 “Are you alright? You were muttering somethin’ to yourself – did you hear about my plan Wilbur?”
 “Oh...yeah. It’s a good plan, I-I like it.”
 “But did you-”
 “I need to go.” Wilbur abruptly stood, leaving a bewildered Tommy up on the wall as he jumped down.
 “I- but Wilbur!” He slid down after him, but Wilbur was already walking. He needed to see Phil.
 “I’ll be back. I just need to go for now, alright? Don’t worry Tommy.” He paused briefly, just long enough to turn and offer the boy a fake smile. “I’m okay, I just forgot something important.”
 “Oh, okay.” Tommy didn’t look like he believed him, but if that was the case he didn’t say anything about it. He sighed. “Just...come back soon, okay? I’m sure Quackity’ll let you in eventually – you can’t give up already.”
 “Of course. I’ll be back before you know it.” He stepped back to ruffle Tommy’s hair, and grinned at his unamused reaction.
 “Stay out of trouble,” he ordered. “Alright?” Tommy sighed.
 “Okay, Wilbur.”
 –
       Rumbling. Rumbling. Rumbling. Dark walls. Rumbling. Always rumbling. Wilbur shook his head, taking in a breath of the cold snowy air. He was out, he was     alive, and he was here. He leaned down, grabbing a handful of snow and compressing it between his palms. The snowball was cold in his hands as it melted, and he stopped to watch the freezing water drip down his wrists.
 “Wilbur?” He jerked his head upright and saw Phil, his green robe fluttering in the breeze behind him. How had he not heard him approaching? (It was hard to hear anything over the clicking and rumbling) Wilbur forced a smile onto his face.
 “Hi Phil!”
 “What are you doing?” his father asked. “Did you get lost?”
 “No, I’m okay,” he lied. “I’m just thirsty.”
 “There’s water back at the house. C’mon, I’ll walk with you.” Phil spread a half-burned wing, wrapping it around Wilbur’s shoulder as he started walking. Its presence was heavy and warm; comforting. Wilbur breathed a half-sigh of relief - it was easier to think with the weight of his father’s wing on his back, and the scent of smoke that lingered on his feathers from tending to the fireplace.
 “How have you been doing?” Phil asked after letting the silence settle, and Wilbur glanced at him.
 “Good,” he said, and smiled. “I’m – I’m doing good! It’s so nice to see everybody again. How are Techno and Ranboo?”
 “Techno’s asleep right now; has been for a couple weeks. We’ll see if he wakes up while you’re over. Not sure where Ranboo’s been, but I’ve seen him working on his farm once or twice.”
 “Glad they’re doing well,” Wilbur said. He felt another wave of relief as the house came into view, chimney smoke curling into the pale blue sky while distant barking echoed across the snowy plains. Phil smiled at him as they emerged from the pine trees.
 “Good ol home sweet home,” he said. “Are you cold?”
 “Not too cold,” Wilbur said, and it wasn’t a lie even though he shivered. The cold helped him remember where he was, so he didn’t mind it. Phil gave him a look that was almost worried; he pretended not to notice as he climbed the steps up to the house and opened the door.
 A crackling fire greeted him, and in front of it a piglin reading from a thick leather book.
 “Hey Phil,” he said without looking up.
 “Good to see you’re awake, Techno.”
 “Hey Techno,” Wilbur added. He wiggled his fingers, which tingled in complaint as he stepped into the warm house. At the sound of his voice Techno did look up, and he raised an eyebrow at the visitor.
 “Hello, Wilbur,” he said, politely enough. Then he turned back to his book. “There’s water boiling on the stove for you Phil.”
 “Aw, thanks mate. You want some Wilbur?” Wilbur glanced at the stove and nodded stiffly to his father. Tea would help. The hot water would help; surely. His nerves felt all tingly – and not just from the cold – and he could still hear the rumbling, though admittedly it was a little more distant than before.
 The colors of the cabin blurred around him as he found a seat, crossing his arms on the table and staring at them. After some time, Phil placed a steaming mug in front of him. He grabbed it, and didn’t let go when it burned.
 “Thank you,” he said, in a voice painfully small (To think he’d once given speeches with that same voice). Phil gave him a look – Wilbur was tired of the look, tired of seeing it in everybody’s eyes. The I’m-worried-about-you-but-I-won’t-say-it, the why-do-you-stare-into-the-distance-of-nothing-like-you-hear-something-we-don’t, the please-talk-to-me-even-though-I’m-afraid-to-ask. He wanted to feel normal more than anything – he really did. But...he couldn’t. He didn’t. He felt instead like he’d been torn in two, like he wasn’t really here (Like he was still dead, and dreaming). The thought scared him more than he could admit, even to himself. Because if he wasn’t back…
 If he was still in those tunnels, crying at the walls which never answered and listening to nothing but the endless rumble and echo of his own voice...if he was still scratching notes into the dirty concrete, shouting into nothing and nothing and nothing and -
 “Wilbur?” He jumped; looked up, and found Phil gently shaking his shoulders. He blinked.
 “Sorry,” he said quickly, and let go of the mug. His hands were shaking and burned. Phil gently took them in his own, brows furrowed in worry.
 “You burned your hands,” he said. Wilbur looked down at them again.
 “I guess I did. Sorry.” He felt ashamed, even though there was nothing he could really do about it.
 “Is there anything I can do?” Phil asked. Wilbur sighed; shook his head.
 “I...I think I should go to bed,” he said. “I’m just so tired, y’know?”
 “Oh, of course!” His father quickly got up, gesturing to the stairs with one wing. “You can stay up there, get some rest if you need. I have a bed made for you.”
 Maybe that’ll help, they both thought, though neither said it in case it wasn’t true. Wilbur nodded.
 “Thanks dad. Sorry about the tea.”
 “Don’t worry about it mate, just get some sleep.”
 Wilbur went and trudged up the stairs – and indeed, he realized that he really      was    tired as he collapsed onto the bed Phil had left nudged against the wall for him.
       Maybe, a good night’s sleep could fix him somehow.
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 Trapped. Couldn’t move. Walls closing in. Running out of time.
 They’ll never remember you.  
 Endless concrete. Endless echoes. Endless darkness. Endless rumbling.
     No escape.  
 No escape.  
 No escape.  
     A sharp gasp tore from his throat as he jolted upright, his heart pounding in his ears. His head hurt, and Wilbur felt his chest tighten as he opened his eyes and looked around. The walls tightened around him, and the window on the far wall revealed only darkness. Where were the stars? The snow? Was he – no, he couldn’t be.
 Could he?
 He jumped out of his bed in terror – he could hear only silence (and the rumbling that never stopped), Techno and Phil must’ve gone to bed. Or – no. Wilbur ran to the stairs, stumbling down them and flinging the door open.
 He was met by a blast of cold air that made him shiver, and he breathed a loud sigh of relief as he felt snowflakes brush against his cheeks and melt. He glanced back at the door to the house, and realized his hands were shaking – and not from the cold. He couldn’t go back inside. He didn’t want to feel the walls closing in around him again.
 Wilbur also didn’t want to wake Phil. He’d already ruined enough of his father’s life, and Techno really didn’t seem to like him.
 That left...just him.
 He couldn’t go in to get his jacket (he tried, and his legs refused), so he climbed to the roof in nothing more than a torn sweater, where he sat next to the chimney and hugged his knees to his chest.
 I’m here. I’m real. I’m here. I’m real. I’m here. I’m real.  He repeated this to himself, over and over as he watched wisps of smoke drift into the night sky. He shivered.
 Vwoop.  
 Wilbur jumped, spinning around to find a tall not-enderman staring at him.
 “Ranboo?”
 Vwoop.  
 It...looked like Ranboo - it was wearing his clothes, but his eyes glowed purple instead of the normal red and green. He tilted his head at Wilbur and came over, pulling his own coat off and draping it over his shoulders.
 “Uh...thank you?”
 Chrrp. Ranboo sat down next to him, his long legs dangling over the roof’s edge – was he taller? (He was) In his arms he held a dirt block, but when he saw Wilbur’s shaking hands he pressed it into them.
 “Why are you giving me dirt?”
 Vwoop.  
 “...Fair enough, I guess.” Wilbur looked down at the block, running his fingers through the blades of grass. It was...comforting, in a way. “Can you not sleep either?”
 Chrrp. Ranboo sighed, placing a clawed hand on top of Wilbur’s head. He half-expected the sharp talons to dig into his scalp, but the enderling was surprisingly gentle. He started playing with his hair, carefully tangling out the curls and combing it ever-so softly with his fingers. Wilbur wanted to object at first but...he found that he couldn’t (It reminded him he wasn’t alone). Instead, he leaned against Ranboo’s shoulder, and the enderling chirped softly at him – he was surpringly warm, like leaning against a heater.
 “Did you hear about that time I blew up a nation?” Wilbur murmured.
  Vwoop.  
 “I’m gonna take that as a no.”
       Ranboo remained quiet, listening intently as Wilbur told him all about it – about creating L’manburg, about the war with Dream, about the elections, about Schlatt kicking him and Tommy out, about Tubbo’s execution and losing the button room, about Tommy convincing him not to do it...about when he did it anyways, right after they won it back.
 About Phil, standing in the doorway with a look of sorrow like he’d never seen before.
 About the sword that ended his life for the last time.
 Ranboo held him gently as he spoke, running his hands through his hair while he talked and hugged the grass block to his chest and spilled his regrets out into the night. The enderboy didn’t judge Wilbur, or interrupt him, or get angry at him for the many mistakes he’d made – occasionally, he reacted with a sympathetic chirp. He seemed to understand, somehow; he didn’t look at him with pity or anger like so many others, just a sort of sadness that said he knew exactly how Wilbur felt.
 Eventually, he fell asleep.
 –
 “Wilbur?” He opened his eyes and found Phil standing over him, wings half-spread to help him balance. Ranboo was nowhere to be seen – he’d left him with the coat, curled up around the soft grassblock, but the enderling himself was long gone.
 “I couldn’t sleep,” he said.
 “So you climbed onto the roof?”
 “...Yeah.” Wilbur awkwardly climbed to his feet, pulling the coat around his shoulders. He refused to leave the grass block behind, and gave it to Phil instead.
 “Can you hold it for me while I climb down?”
 Phil gave the grassblock back to him, and instead picked both of them up. He spread his wings and sort-of flew down (it was more of a fall, but Phil landed it without issue), where they found a shivering Ranboo standing on the front porch. He was notably without a coat, and he stared at them in confusion as Wilbur climbed out of Phil’s arms.
 “Uh...”
 “Here.” Wilbur pulled the coat off, pressing it into Ranboo’s hands. He kept the grassblock, though. “Thank you.”
 Ranboo’s mismatched eyes blinked at him in bewilderment, but he reached out and took the coat nonetheless. “I...you’re welcome.” It sounded like more of a question than a statement – he didn’t seem to remember anything from the night before, but...that was okay. Wilbur remembered.
           And on many a night after when the walls felt too close and too small, Wilbur found himself back on that roof. And every night he did Ranboo came back to him, chirping softly with purple eyes and a grassblock for him to hold.
 Perhaps he wasn’t so bad after all.
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amintyworld · 3 years
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Denial - Dream SMP SMPsona Oneshot
A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the lack of content lately, I've been on a bit of writer's block. Anyway, this one-shot is inspired by my OC SMPsona Flower! If you'd like to see more content of her let me know and if you have questions about her character or story my ask box is open! I hope you enjoy it! - Minty
Summary: After losing her first cannon life, Flower visits Phil as she usually would for tea. She ends up finding comfort in the only true friend she has left.
TW: Major Character Death, Mention of Major Character Death, Slight blood/gore (Not too severe, just a few sentences), Betrayal (If you squint), denial, loneliness, self-blame. (LMK if I need to tag anything else!)
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Flower grasped the basket of goodies awkwardly, taking a deep breath she wasn’t aware she needed. The other day was… it wasn’t great, but today’s a new day. A clean slate. That doesn’t mean everything was the same, however - Fundy and Quackity glared at her as she passed, and when Ranboo tried to walk up to her to say hello it was like he realized who it was and just froze in his tracks. Murmurs floating around didn’t exactly help the large pit that grew in her stomach. Traitor, they said. How could she be something she never wanted to be? She never tried to be? L’manberg was her home. These were her friends. She.. she wasn’t like Eret, or… or Wilbur. She was just defending someone who couldn’t defend himself! She was just trying to help.
Despite it all, one thing was for certain - she’d give anything for things to be normal right now. Maybe that was why it took her so long to meet up with Phil for tea.
Gathering courage, she raised her arm and knocked. For a moment she wondered if Phil was mad at her too. He didn’t see everything, maybe he thought she’d lead them there. Shuffling could be heard beyond the door, muffled with voices inside. Voices. Did he have someone over? She didn’t want to impose, he’s been through a lot, maybe she should just-
When Philza finally opened the door, blonde hair framing his face perfectly with that same tired warm smile, she’d tensed up. “Hey, Flower.”
“Hi, Phil.” She swallowed, mustering a small smile. “Sorry I didn’t come by earlier, I was, uhm… busy.” She heard a distinct ‘Baa’ come from inside, which proved to only raise more questions to add to her ever-growing list. “Is this a bad time?”
“No, no no please.” Phil moved aside, holding the door open. “It’s been quite a while.”
Flower walked inside, her heart dropping in her chest seeing materials scattered all over the floor, chests busted and broken. The walls and floor were littered with axe and sword marks. They really weren’t kidding. She remembered only a few weeks ago Phil finally was fully moved in - he’d organized the chests to his satisfaction and somehow lugged his bed up to the second floor. It was pristine. Did… did they really-? “Phil… Phil, what…?”
“Sorry for the mess, everytime I think I’ve gathered it all I find more material in a corner somewhere.” He shrugged, moving toward the furnace and grabbing a kettle from the chest. A lump formed in her throat when she noticed the bulky and seemingly heavy ankle bracelet on his right foot. The blinking red light taunted her. “Can I get you some coffee, tea…?”
After what felt like forever, she found her voice again. “Some tea would be great.”
“Of course. Make yourself at home, I’ll be right over.”
“Right. Thanks.” As she moved to go sit, she’d been so distracted she hadn’t noticed a blue-wooled sheep sniffing around her basket. It looked up at her with big brown pleading puppy-dog eyes, and she couldn’t help herself from smiling at the creature, even to relieve her worries for just a moment. “Excuse me, little guy, but what exactly do you think you’re doing in there?”
“Ah, I see you’ve found Friend.”
“Friend?”
“Ghostbur’s pet.” Ghostbur? She hadn’t heard of him since he got shipped out with Tommy after the exile. He was... back in L’manburg? The teenager turned to the winged creature.
“Phil, you’re sheepsitting?” She smirked slightly, hand combing through Friend’s soft fur.
Philza chuckled, turning briefly to face his friend. “It wasn’t exactly as if I had much of a choice. He didn’t trust anyone else.”
“That’s… kinda cute, though.” she admitted, moving to sit and put her basket upon the table. “You know, in a Ghostbur kind of way.” She shrugged.
“He’s been visiting a lot more lately. I gotta admit, it’s nice to have the company.” Phil carefully picked up the two mugs, bringing them over and setting them down on the table to cool.
“Sorry about that, I really should’ve told you-”
“Flower, it’s okay. You don’t have to look after me. I know you’ve got things going on.” Flower couldn’t understand how Phil kept smiling, throughout all this. How he kept his voice even. Why wasn’t he mad, no, furious with her?! She was the one who tried to protect him! She was the one who couldn’t fight back. She was the one who failed.
It’s… it’s okay..? It’s okay?!
“But this… your house, you… you have a fucking ankle monitor, Phil! That’s NOT okay.” Flower raised her voice. “You didn’t do anything!”
Phil winced at her outburst, looking down at the steam rising up from his mug. “I... didn’t tell them where Technoblade was.” He breathed. Flower deflated, looking over toward her friend, eyebrows furrowed. “That’s why. They demanded to know where he was so they could kill him, and I wouldn’t tell them. Not like it mattered, they found the compass he gave me anyway.”
“This isn’t like them, any of them,” Flower added, breaking the brief moment of silence. “I don’t... agree with what Techno did, but… going after him, organizing a witch hunt… Tubbo said he promised we’d get peace. No more fighting, not after the 16th.” Tears welled up at the edges of the teen’s eyes. “This isn’t, this wasn’t like him. They were never this violent, Ranboo would never hurt a fucking fly, I…”
“People change. Sometimes it’s… it’s just not for the better.”
“But I know them, they’re my friends…” She took a deep breath. Friends. Yeah, the same friends who won’t talk to you anymore. “This doesn’t make any sense, they wouldn’t… they wouldn’t…”
They wouldn’t kill me on purpose.
...Right?
“I told you, get out of the fucking way!”
“No! I won’t let you hurt him! If you’re gonna kill him you’ll have to kill me first!”
“We don’t want to hurt you, Flower.”
“Guys, can we just… uh… talk about-?”
“Back off, Ranboo.” Quackity warned.
“Flower, please. Please, just step aside. You don’t know what’s going on here, you don’t know what he’s hiding!”
“Yeah, you’re right, Tubbo. I don’t have a clue about what Phil knows. But I know netherite has never mixed well with a simple conversation, has it?”
“We’re not gonna hurt Gramps-”
“Then drop the weapons.”
“Flower…”
“You don’t wanna hurt me? You wanna talk to him? Drop the weapons now.” Her eyes narrowed. “That means you, Quackity.”
Something darkened in his eyes, anger flared from a place Flower never knew existed. His eyes narrowed. “I don’t take orders from you. MOVE!”
“Make me.”
It was so quick. A second of pure pain. A whimper escaped her lips. She felt the blade slice through her body, the blood well up on her throat as she choked. For that one second, she looked at them. Her friends.
Tubbo merely looked at the ground, eyes shut.
He didn’t care.
Phil looked over at her, squeezing her arm in a bit of comfort. “Are you… are you okay, Flower?”
The scar across her chest throbbed in pain at the memory, her eyes wide and a knot in her throat as tears fell down her cheeks. “I… P-Phil...” She sobbed, tea long forgotten as she curled in on herself.
“Oh, mate…” Phil’s warm gaze turned to sympathy as he moved over toward her, wrapping her in a tight hug pulling her to the floor. The teenager sobbed, heartbroken. Tears pricked at the edges of the winged creature’s eyes. “I know… I’m… I know…”
“He didn’t even look at me Phil… they killed me and he…” She sobbed. “He…” Phil’s hands laced through her hair, his wings moved slightly to wrap around her as well, like a soft, warm blanket. Protection. Protection the Angel of Death couldn’t give her then, but he swore he would now. They sat there for hours, surrounded by destruction and hurt, their only real comfort being each other.
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zombiekillerky · 3 years
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{Prisoner pt 1} - DreamSmp/ Sleepyboisinc Fanfic
(There are no actual relationships in this fanfic, it is the family Dynamic!)
"Phil are you sure we should even try talking to them about Techno.....I thought that him and Tommy left on bad terms?" Ranboo asked as he hugged himself tightly with an uneasy look on his face. The pot hole of L'manburg gave him chills as they walked on the path over to Tommy's makeshift house with Tubbo. The half enderman boy glanced over at Phil in front of him, seeing his very serious look on his face he had only seen a couple of times before hand. It's been around a month since they had seen Techno last. The piglin hybrid had gone out on a small expedition trip for some resources he needed for his refill on potions. Of course they thought he was going to be fine on his own, the Blood God could take care of himself very easily being that he could take on 5 men just fine with little problems. But him being gone with out a word or a note was strange. Phil had to explain to Ranboo that he was never like this, especially to people he cared about. Ranboo trusted his word since he knew that they knew each other for a very long time. Hoping that they could find him soon, but with lack of knowing where he has been out in the world there was no telling what had happened to him. Leading them to this point where they had to ask the so called traitor among the Arctic Anarchist Commune.
"We have no choice Ranboo, Maybe Tommy might know where he had gone off to....it's one of the few things we have left to try." Philza replied, keeping his stress levels down so Ranboo wouldn't start freaking out as well. The blonde adventurer walked down the path and found the door to their base. His knocking was quick as he shouted their names to grab their attention if they were inside. Ranboo felt a chill go down his spin as he stood behind the man that has taken care of him since the explosion here. He didn't want to argue with them, he just wanted to find his friend. Not even sure if they would know anything about his disappearance or care for that matter. The footsteps were heard coming closer to the door, it opened quickly to reveal a annoyed look on Tommy's face as he stood there. His teal eyes looked at Phil and then to Ranboo,
"What do you two want" His voice was stern but filled with curiosity. He was trying to keep up the I'm mad at you and don't want to talk to you act. Soon Tubbo peered over Tommy's shoulder, flashing a quick smile at the both of them standing there.
"Hey you seen Techno as of recently?"
"And why would I know where that betraying pig is at the moment? I haven't seen him since you Both blew up L'manburg!" Tommy replied with pain in his voice, disappointment in his eyes that Phil hated to see. But the blonde adventurer only turned and looked at Tubbo who seemed more calm about everything going on. Actually concerned about the topic from what Ranboo could see anyway.
"So there has been no sign of him here?"
"Not that we know of, we've been trying to find resources this whole time....But I don't think I have seen him no" Tubbo replied, getting a look from Tommy to shut up and not tell them anymore. Tubbo returned the look and stepped outside with them, ignoring Tommy's request to stay quiet. Tubbo really cared about everyone so if Ranboo was concerned then he wouldhelp as best he could.
"What happened Phil?"
"Techno hasn't been home in a month, nobody has seen him. It's like he disappeared and he doesn't do that for how long I have known him. This isn't like he to disappear wthout telling at least me where he is going to"
"Good, maybe he can go destroy everyone else's dreams" Tommy butted in as he stood close by Tubbo as his protector. Tubbo hit Tommy in the side to shut him up, turning back to Phil and Ranboo standing in front of them.
"Do you know where he could have gone to?" Tubbo then asked soon getting interrupted by their ghostly friend coming around.
"H-Hey guys what are you doing over here, and have you seen friend?" He asked with a wide grin, noticing everyone's tense auras and expressions that they had on their faces. He was confused, even as to why they were all talking when he thought they were on opposite sides at the moment. His hope of the family going back to normal was rising but he knew that wasn't the case.
"Not now sorry Ghostbur, we need to find Techno right now. Have you seen him at all" Phil turned to his ghostly son, the anxiety was rising with in him. Wilbur defiantly wanted to ask if he wanted some blue to calm his nerves but he needed to think. They all turned toward him, waiting upon his answer.
"Oh well I just seen him over there"
"You what?" They all asked in shock, after a month of searching he was just around the corner.
"Y-yeah with Dream, come on I show you. He was going to come over but I'm sure could can go and see"  Ghostbur replied as he flew over to the Prime stairs where he had came from. Phil was quick and Tommy followed closely behind as well as Ranboo and Tubbo. Even though the young blonde boy seemed like he didn't care he couldn't help but think of the words Techno had said to him. Feeling really angry but sad at the same time over seeing him. They were quick as they ran, finally seeing what Ghostbur was talking about as they seen the green masked man standing there. He turned with a smile as he stood there, holding a lead and hid something behind his back.
"Why hello there"
"Cut the slack Dream, where is Techno?" Phil asked in a very stern and low voice, nobody wanted to hear that tone when talking to him. But he was pushed past his limits now, he needed to find him no matter what. The masked villain smirked underneath his masked as he shrugged his shoulders. Tugging on the lead behind him tightly, Slowly Techno walked out from behind him. Being pushed to his knees with a loud thud on the prime wood floor. Everyone stared in shock at the sight of him. His armor was gone, his weapons were gone. He was covered in blood and bruising, his clothes ripped. He looked exhausted and in pain as he sat there, but the true thing that scared all of them was that his confidence was gone. All that was left was a shattered and anxious person that sat there on the floor. Nobody has seen Techno like this, not even Phil himself. Dream had done something so bad to him was all he could think about. Phil clutched his sword tightly in his grasp, Ranboo was basically holding him back from going forward to raise some hell.
"Well here he is, the prisoner himself.....oh yeah I forgot you didn't know about this at all my mistake....."
"What have you DONE to him!" Phil's voice boomed as he took a step closer with Tommy by his side. Tommy was furious with Dream as well, knowing the blade was one of the strongest people he knew. Knowing what he has gone through with Dream was some of the same that Techno had gone through as well.
"He betrayed my word, he owed me after I saved him from his execution....We met up after a while and I asked him to give in to his voices, to join me at my side and slaughter everyone in our path with no hesitation.....he said no, that he wouldn't and would do something else instead but not that, well....I don't take no for an answer......he has been locked in my prison this whole time, has tried to escape more then 10 times and has failed every single time he has attempted to. Undergoing so much pain from his consequences.....this is a true example of what happens in there....isn't that right Techno?" Dream asked as he pulled on the lead around his neck, grabbing his chin to make him look at his friends. Techno wouldn't dare let anyone touch him or use him like that. He was truly in a broken state and if made everyone on edge. Dream only laughed as he pushed Techno down again, making sure he hurt him this time to show how weak he was. He could tell they were all angry. Their weapons in hand and ready for battled that they were unprepared for.
"You're a MONSTER!" Tommy shouted, as he gripped his sword tighter and tighter, wanting to kill him for all of the pain he has caused to everyone. Nobody touched his friends, nobody touched his family.
"Oh I know......but hey, he's not in my hair anymore so  got what I wanted in the end. You should have seen him in there. Trying  his hardest to escape, so many deaths, so many cries for help it is pitiful for the Blood God himself. But he still wouldn't do what I asked and that was to give in to the voices that drove him up the wall. He even killed some of my guards, putting himself in solitary.......he is truly a broken site to see"
"You Shut up about him!" Ranboo yelled, surprising everyone with his outburst of rage.
"What you're gong mad too aren't you Ranboo, having fun with those voices?"
"Just Shut up!"
"you are all truly pitiful, let this be a lesson not to cross paths or betray me alright....or else you'll end up like him and let me tell you you really don't want to undergo what he has gone through. Some of the things even made me sick" Dream said as he brought out his sword and lifted up Techno's shirt. Revealing all of the stitches and cuts along his chest and stomach. The carved initials of Dream on his hip. The infected burn marks from what it seemed like, the show made them all sick to their stomachs as they watched in horror. Looking at Techno's blank face he had like there was nothing wrong. Phil was on a point of rage now, Dream was going to die for what he has done to all of his sons. This was stepping way way to far for anyone, he was pissed at what he had done to Tommy but now this. Dream smiled slyly as he continued to run his sword over his body to show them more.
"Just stop it already!" Tubbo screamed, not wanting to see anymore of what he was doing. Tommy felt sick to his stomach, the man that had given him hope was now on the floor in agony. The blonde stepped in front of Tubbo to cover his sight on what was happening. He glanced over to Phil, reading his emotions clear as day. He was in rage over this, even Ranboo was as well.
"You wanna know what really broke him though-"
"JUST SHUT UP ABOUT IT, LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Tommy yelled as he raced forward with his sword ready in his hands. They all yelled for him to stay back with them, but he couldn't take it any more. Phil flew to his side with his wings to try and help. But they were both to late, the gasp was heard from Techno as the blade went through his back and out through his stomach. Dream chuckled as he pulled out an ednerpearl and flew away. Leaving Techno on the ground, pink and soon red started to stain his shirt. He started to fall back and was caught quickly by Phil as he landed. The blonde adventurer got a good look at his face. The bruising on his cheek and under his eye stood out the most as he pushed some hair out of his face.  
"techno...techno hey hey look at me.....look at me mate please" Phil said as he held him tightly in his grasp. Not wanting to let go of his son at all, he couldn't help but feel tears falling down his cheeks. He should have never gone through this much pain. Phil should have been there for him, he should have known that he was at the prison. It should have been him instead,
"p-phil.....I-I'm okay?"
"Yeah mate you're going to be just fine....y-you're going to be just fine okay just hang on....I'm sure I have some potions on me or something to help you"
"w-why are you crying p-phil?"
"Oh god Techno.......you shouldn't have gone through this.....I-I'm so sorry.....I'm so sorry I-I couldn't be there for you....I should have done more...I-I" Techno reached up with a shaky hand, wiping away some tears that fell down Phil's face. He cupped his cheek softly, hearing his small chuckle in return. Techno was never one to show much emotion, but the fact that he had done this was so touching to Phil it made him even more sade
"Don't be s-sorry p-phil....y-you did enough" Techno replied softly, his strength was getting weaker and weaker. Phil could tell easily, they only had a short amount of time left before he would die. A short amount of time to get him to a bed so he could respawn here. He has watched over Techno for many many years, knowing him like the back of his hand. Techno knew he was going to die, Phil knew that's what Techno was thinking in his head. He never wanted to think that, he had already lost Wilbur and had almost lost Tommy. He can't lose the piglin hybrid he loved so much, he couldn't face that fact at all. It scared him to death just thinking about it, thinking about what he has been put through and they way he will die.
"Tubbo get a bed quickly! We can't have him re spawning back at the prison!" Ranboo yelled as he raced over to where Phil was. Tommy was soon right by his side, the first thing he seen was Techno's smirk as tears formed in the corners of his eyes. Phil was crying heavily as he held on to him, his wings cradled him in his arms as he held on Techno's wound as best he could with his hands. Watching as blood dripped on the ground and out of the corner of his mouth. Ranboo slid on his knees as he came over. Watching a man he greatly respected slowly dying in Phil's arms. The man that has always said "TechnoBlade never Dies" With confidence was now slowly dying in front of him.
"Blade....blade come on......come on my brother....remember my golden apples.....m-my turtle shell helmet you made me.....hey hey come on eat this please...maybe it would make you heal...or regenerate your health just come on" Tommy begged, not being able to hold back his emotions as he started to feel tears in his eyes.  He pulled out a golden apple with his shaky hand. Holding it out to Techno, watching his eyes as they looked over at him. That slow stare he always gave people as a joke or look intimidating.
"t-tommy....I'm s-sorry I bl-"
"No no big man don't be.....focus on you right now....focus on staying awake come on.....look at me big man you're going to be alright okay....d-don't go falling asleep on my now...we still have a lot more to do big man...please Techno....please I don't want you to go too.....I never hated you....I never did...I was just so scared....I don't want you to leave please" Tommy started to cry as he held out his hand. Feeling Techno hold it with the little strength he had left with in himself. Tubbo raced up the steps as fast as he could, tripping on his feet as he ran a couple of times. He placed down the bed as fast as he could, his breath was shaky as he watched Phil stand up slowly with the piglin hybrid in his arms. He was covered in his blood as he walked over, placing him down and watched in the chat indicator that he had set his spawn point there. Tommy went to Tubbo's side and hugged him tightly, crying in to his shoulder since he couldn't watch Techno any more. Phil sat down next to him, still holding on to his hand as he laid there going still. He reaching in to his ender chest and grabbed potions of healing and bandages. Phil knew Techno was immortal but he wanted to heal him while he still had the chance. Ranboo was right by his side, feeling his skin burn as tears went down his cheeks. He didn't even care about his endermen half, he just felt so upset over this whole thing.
"Mate.....hey look at me, focus on me....drink this it'll heal you as best it can for now" Phil replied as he lifted Techno's head up and helped him hold the potion. Letting him drink it slowly, his health bar wasn't increasing for a moment. The hearts were on one, the enderman hybrid stared in shock at him. Realizing that the sword needed to be removed in order for him to heal, he glanced over at Phil. Watching him nod his head to what he was looking at. Ranboo's shaky hands grabbed the handle of the blade wedged in his back.
"I-I'm sorry Techno....but I h-have to do this" Ranboo said as he counted in his head, he really didn't want to do this. But no one else was in the right shape to do this job either. He calmed himself as he got a better grip, closing his eyes before pulling out the blade in his back. Hearing a pained groan in return. Ranboo opened his eyes, dropping the sword to the ground as he stood there shaking. Tubbo reached out to him, taking him within his arms to make sure he was alright too. Phil swallowed the spit in his mouth as he watched Techno cough out more blood on to the sheets of the bed. The healing potion was working slowly but yet Techno was still in a dying state. Phil smiled softly as more tears fell down his cheeks, removing his pink hair out of his face as he laid back down on to his back. He watched as his health was slowly regenerating from 10 to 15. The potion was slow but t was getting the job done.
"I-Is he alright Phil?" Ghostbur asked suddenly as he held blue out in front of him, Sitting next to Phil on the bed. A sigh escaped from Phil's mouth as he leaned forward and pressed his two fingers to find a pulse. Succeeding with just a small one, but anything counted at his near death experience.
"We need to get his wounds wrapped up and healed....he needs rest but I don't think we can make the journey back home for tonight.....I don't think he is going to be the same though judging by all of the damage Dream has put him through and that's saying a lot" Phil explained as he cupped Techno's cheek, his tired eyes were shut as his chest slowly raised and fell. Tommy shakily walked over and stared down at Techno. Breaking down to his knees as he leaned over the bed, tears still fell from his eyes as he sat there. A hand on his shoulder appeared, he slowly glanced over at Phil.
"He's going to pull through this Tommy.....don't worry okay"
"y-yeah.....*sniff* T-Technoblade never dies right?" Tommy asked with a pained chuckle as he heard his name being said. Phil smiled softly at him as he nodded his head, turning back to Techno who laid there resting. Thinkng of the saying over and over again in his head that the hybrid always chanted in triumph.
"H-He can stay with us since you can't make it back tonight....you all can right T-Tommy?" Tubbo asked as he walked up behind Tommy sitting there. Watching as he slowly nodded his head as a response. Phil smiled as he slowly stood up from the bed and picked the piglin hybrid up in his arms once more. The blood had stopped leaking from his wounds as the healing potion did it's magic. They all walked with their head hung low as they made their way back to Tommy's house down the hill. The door was still open from all of the commotion going on, They walked in one by one in the the base that was being rebuilt by the two youngest in the room. Tommy led Phil over to the spare bed that they owned. Letting him set Techno down comfortable while Ranboo got the bandages ready behind him.
"He looks exhausted" Tubbo commented on his eyes as he peaked over Phil's shoulder.
"I'll go and get some more bandages in the chests" Tommy replied as he hurried over to their chests room in the house. Tubbo soon followed behind him since he couldn't take watching this any longer then he needed to. Phil sighed as he slowly removed Techno's stained shirt, Making sure he wouldn't hurt him at all.
"You sure you want to be in here when I do this Ranboo"
"Yes I'm sure, you need someone to help you and I am here." Ranboo replied, watching Phil nod his head before taking Techno's shirt off fully. Revealing all of the damage his body has taken that hasn't been healed by the potion yet. They both suddenly felt sick as they looked over him, the bruising, the blood, the burns. Ranboo looked away in horror while Phil shut his eyes, his rage was building up within him just from one look. The blonde slowly reopened his eyes as he reached over and grabbed a needle and thread from the small medial kit he had. He worked as quick as he could when sewing the gaping wounds in his already scarred flesh. Wrapped and placing bandages on the other small and less deep gashes in his skin. Phil finally packed everything away, slipping off his cloak as Ranboo offered his over shirt for Techno to wear.
"You sure he's going to be okay Phil?"
"If I'm being honest, from how long I have known Techno the man has been through literal hell and back. He's survived so many treacherous things in his life I would say yes he would easy....but that look I seen on his face was something new. Something with in him has broken from being away all that time and I don't know what. But he isn't going to act the same once he wakes up.....He's going to be scared, anxious and his confidence he usually has isn't going to be there like normal.....most likely the only people he would want to see right now is us hopefully.....I'm not going to force him to talk about what happened. But I know one thing for sure"
"What's that?"
"Dream is going to pay for what he has done to all of us Ranboo and I'm going to make sure of that no matter what happens. Nobody messes with my family"  
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