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Sometimes life is not fair. Sometimes life decides to be cruel and give people pain on a regular basis. Some might argue that people deserve pain, that it's karma or some idiotic things like God's will. But actually most of the time pain happens because someone else had felt pain before and to relief said pain they inflict the same on the people close to them.

Techno was lucky, the Piglin-Hybrid may had a sad past after being abandoned by his real parents, but he did get adopted by an amazing man by the name of Philza Minecraft. When Techno was just three years old he was taken in by said man and gained a slightly older brother who went by Wilbur. While Techno was just adopted, Wilbur was Philza's actual son and just like the Piglin the two were Hybrids as well. Philza – who sometimes went by just Phil or even Dadza – was an Elytrian, meanwhile Wilbur came more after his mother and turned out as a Phantom-Hybrid.

The mentioned Mother was called Mumza, she was the one who worked and got the money for the family. And she earned a lot as a seamstress for rich people, she had her own shops that were spread out over different countries while also visiting wealthier people at home. And thanks to her income the family could afford a big house and Philza could stay at home to take care of the children.

And they even lived near a playground, which gave the perfect opportunity for Wilbur and Techno to find friends. Or at least that was the plan, but Techno wasn't really the most social person, not even when he was still a kid. Wilbur had no problem with socializing though, he was already popular in kindergarten and he made a new friend each time they visited the playground.

Techno didn't really care though, he didn't feel like making friends and would rather hang out with his dad. Or he thought that until he saw him.

It was a normal day on the playground, Wilbur was off to play with Niki and Fundy, building some sand castles in the sandpit. Techno was sitting on the bench with Phil, watching as the other kids all ran around screaming like maniacs. And that was when a certain someone caught his eyes.

You should know that gold was always a material that fascinated the pinkette. It was in his nature of being a Pigling-Hybrid, as the race was known for treasuring the metal. So naturally when he saw gold shining somewhere his instincts made him look. And then there it was, in the middle of the playground. Hair that shone golden in the sun.

Connected to it was a boy who should be around Techno's age, eyes as green as emeralds and freckles all over his round cheeks. It was weird, because that boy stood out among the others, yet the pinkette had never seen him before. Even weirder was it when he recognized the two boys he played with – George and Sapnap.

“Dad?” Techno spoke up, pulling Philza out of his thoughts. The blonde had watched Wilbur declaring his own 'nation' in the sandpit, inviting Niki and Fundy to work under him. There were three other children who declared war on him, saying it wasn't his right to just use all of the sandpit for the country.

“Yeah mate?” Philza looked down at the young boy, smiling to encourage him to keep talking. However, Techno wasn't even looking at him, instead his red eyes were also watching the event going down at the sandpit.

“Who is that boy with the golden hair?” Asked the piglin, interested in what was happening. Wilbur had stood up to the strange kid, standing his ground to declare his own nation while George and Sapnap mocked him from behind the stranger.

“I don't know,” admitted the man while glancing around, probably looking for the parents of the blonde. “Maybe he's new here, you want to talk to him?”

“He has nice hair,” Techno shrugged as he answered before getting up from the bench and just marching over to the sandpit. Once he arrived there he got next to the two groups of loud children. He cleared his throat to get their attention, and it worked.

“Techno?” Wilbur asked with wide eyes, it wasn't often that the pinkette left the safety of the bench. “What are you doing?”

Techno ignored the brunette, instead making eye contact with the newcomer. “Who are you?” He asked while checking the blonde out, making sure to know with what kind of person he was having a conversation with. The kid has two small stubs coming from his wavy hair and a sheep tail was coming out of the small hole in his pants. So most likely a sheep-hybrid.

“I'm Dream!” Introduced the kid with a bright grin, eyes in a mischievous frown. There was a plaster on his cheek and a gap in his upper row of teeth. He looked ridicules, but his golden hair made up for it. “And who are you?”

“I'm-”

“That's my little brother, Techno,” announced Wilbur with a huff, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Your little brother? But he doesn't look any younger?”

“That's because I'm not,” answered the pinkette before his brother could do so. “I was adopted.” He shrugged it off, not making a big deal out of it.

“Oh, that's cool!” Dream grinned at the piglin, stepping a bit closer. “Do you want to play with us?”

“We're trying to take down this wannabe country!” Sapnap explained, the Blaze-Hybrid's sharp teeth visible and sticking out a bit.

“It's not a wannabe country!” Niki argued, she was a mermaid-Hybrid, the second she touched too much water her tail would appear. Her short pink hair was floating around like she would be in water, it was truly mesmerizing. “L'Manberg is a country that deserves to exist! This is not your playground to decide to what is allowed and what not!”

“Well, it's not yours either,” commented George, the Mushroom hybrid. His red skin around his nose had white freckles like a mushroom had. “And considering that I am the oldest and therefore was on this playground first it is mine!”

“It's not!” Yelled Fundy, the Fox-Hybrid.

“It is!” George, Sapnap and Dream yelled back at the other group. “Finders Keepers!” Soon the small groups started to scream and yell over the whole playground, forcing the parents to come and pick them up. Until only Dream, Wilbur and Techno were left, Philza standing by them with another grown up. “I am so sorry,” apologized the blonde hectically, forcing Techno's and Wilbur's head down. “They're some trouble makers.”

“Oh it's fine!” The other man said as he waved it off, having one hand on Dream's head and ruffing through it. “Dream should have behaved, it's his first day and he's already causing trouble.”

“But Dad! George was fir-” Dream tried to argue, but was turned silent with a mean look from the older Sheep-Hybrid. Green eyes found the concrete under him, hands pulling on his green hoodie. “...Sorry.”

“It's fine,” Philza smiled at them, “So you two are new here?”

“Just moved in three days ago, name's Schlatt Wastoken,” answered Schlatt, his free hand spreading out to be taken by Philza. Schlatt had orange eyes with weird squares for pupils. Dream's weren't like this, they looked more human. The man had brown hair with a beard and big, round horns. He reminded Techno of the villains from his comic books, he also gave out the vibes. “Across the street.” Schlatt pointed towards a house across from the playground. It was small and looked a bit worn down.

“Oh, welcome then!” Philza greeted with a smile while still shaking the man's hand. “We live like five minutes away, maybe we will see each other more often. Though next time it could be with one more member, my wife is pregnant,” said the blonde proudly, shining out an aura of happiness.

“Congrats!” Schlatt smiled before pulling out a cigarette but not yet putting it in his mouth. “Dream also just got a little brother, name's Tubbo. He's home my sister right now who looks after him.”

Philza's eyebrows lifted at that, a silent question he did not dare asked. “Congratulations then, but sadly we have to leave now. Techno, Wilbur, say goodbye.”

“Goodbye Dream, next time we will decide if L'Manberg deserves to exist,” announced the brunette with a fire in his eyes. Dream grinned at him and nodded his head in agreement.

“Bye,” Techno said plainly, earning an even wider grin from the blonde.

“See you, Techno!” And with those words the two turned around, so did the Minecraft family. When techno looked back over his shoulder, he saw how Schlatt lit the cigarette in his mouth while holding Dream's hand. The blonde wrinkled his nose as he got some of the smoke in his face when Schlatt blew it to his direction.

From then on Techno saw Dream regularly on the playground. A few weeks later the war between L'Manberg and the Playground SMP – That's how Dream decided to call his nation, aka the whole damn playground – was in full force. But every time they were ready to fight the war it was time to get home.

So they never actually got to finish the 'fight', which also meant that techno never really got to interact with Dream. Because Wilbur had told Techno that he was the secret weapon, the one to attack once the war was almost over to give Wilbur his win. But it never came to that, so all techno could do was watch his brother become friends with Dream while he stayed on the sidelines.

Or so he thought. Because one day, it was a few days before Techno would start to go to school, the doorbell rang. Tommy, his new little brother who was just around a week old now, started crying. Luckily Mumza was with him, ready to calm him down so Philza could open the door. Techno was in the living room, watching a documentary about sword-makings.

“Oh, hello Dream,” greeted Philza after he opened the door, Dream standing on the last step of the three stairs that lead up to the door. “How can I help you?” Philza glanced around without the boy to notice it, like he was searching for someone or something.

When Techno heard who was at the door he stood up and walked towards it, staying behind where Dream could not see him though. “Hello Mr. Minecraft!” The blonde sounded cheerful as always, a wide grin spread over his face. There was a plaster again, this time going over the bridge of his nose. “Can Techno come out to play?”

Before Philza could react to it, Techno was already pushing past him while putting on his jacket. “Of course I can!” When he saw the smile widening on the blonde's face, Techno knew it would be a good day. So he ran down the stairs, watching as Dream turned to lead him somewhere to play. They were stopped though when Philza spoke up.

“Wait a second you two!” The two boys turned around with questioning looks on their faces and glanced at each other when the older blonde walked up to them. “Dream, where is your father?”

“He's at home with Tubbo,” answered the sheep-hybrid, his ears twitching lightly, Techno noticed that there were some cuts in them, like he used to have an earring but it got ripped out. It was just way smaller, maybe he had been stuck somewhere with them.

“So you came here all by yourself?” Asked Philza with a frown on his face. “Did your father allow you to do that?”

“Yeah!” Dream said cheerfully, a proud look on his face. “Daddy always let's me play alone outside because he has so much to do!” Techno glanced at Dream before looking at his own father whose frown just got deeper. Now even Dream noticed it, his enthusiasm slowly dying down. “...Is there something wrong?”

“Ehm, how about I get my jacket and we can go out together? We could get ice cream?” Suggested the blonde while stepping back inside to grab a jacket. Both kids started to cheer at that and made small jumps in excitement, Dream's being much more giddy though. Together the trio walked along the street, Philza making sure that none of the boys got too close to it. After a few minutes they got to the shop where Phil bought each two balls of ice cream.

Then they went to the park where Techno and Dream decided to pretend that they were knights from different countries that were sent out to fight each other. Philza mostly sat on a bench and watched them, occasionally being the one to decide who won a 'fight' – which really was just them slapping two sticks together like they were swords.

The piglin won with 6-4, making Dream pout and saying it wasn't fair due to him being full from the ice cream. Let's not talk about Techno also eating the same amount. It wasn't important anyway, because as it got later the trio made it's way to the house of the Wastoken's. “So Dream, will you go to the school near the playground you met Techno at? It's pretty close to your house.”

Dream looked like he thought about the question before he shook his head. While they walked he and Techno were holding hands, it was a a safety thing, because Techno was holding Philza's hand as well, so the adult could make sure none of the kids would run on the street by accident. “No, Daddy says that it's too expensive,” mumbled Dream out as an answer, squeezing the hand of the pinkette.

“Oh...” Philza just hummed out, nodding slightly. “But I bet you will be able to make lots of friends there, are you excited?”

“Not really...” admitted the younger blonde, his green eyes concentrated on the concrete in front of him. “I don't know anyone there, George and Sapnap both will go to the one closer to the playground...”

“You can still play with us!” Techno said and gaining a questioning look from the blonde. “We will still see each other on the playground, there's still the war going on and L'Manberg needs to be taken down, right?”

Dream cocked an eyebrow and tilted his head, now pulling fully attention to the piglin. “I thought you were on Wilbur's side in the war?”

“Well, I originally was, but I never get to play when he keeps using me as a weapon, so I decided to go anti-government,” Techno huffed out as he lifted his head high, his little tusks that were growing a bit visible.

“You know Techno, I sometimes think you're too smart,” commented Dream with a smile, “Using words I don't really understand.” That made Philza laugh and when they walked around the corner they arrived at their destiny. The three walked up the door to ring the bell, but Philza hesitated when he could hear yelling from the inside. It died down when he actually did ring.

Techno thought Schlatt would open the door but instead a young women did. Her hair looked fluffy and was divided into white and brown, horn were on her head that resembled Schlatt's, just not as big. She looked friendly and when her eyes found the blonde boy, she sighed in relief. “Dream, where have you been?”

“I was outside to play with Techno!” Explained said kid, his head tilting as he didn't understand why she was so worried. “I told Daddy, did he not tell you?”

“He did, but didn't I told you last week it is too dangerous to go out on your own?” The woman kneed down to be on Dream's height, her hand finding his hair and stroking through it. “You could get hurt and no one would be there to help you.”

“But I just went to play with Techno and Mr. Minecraft was there to look after us,” Dream pointed at the blonde man before letting go of Techno to be lift up by the woman.

“Thank God,” she mumbled under her breath before je blue eyes set on the Elytrian. “I'm sorry for the circumstances, my name is Puffy.”

“No problem, the two did have some fun playing together, they weren't causing any trouble,” Philza immediately went to defend, waving it off. “My name is Philza, I'm the father of Techno. I assume you are Dream's mother?”

“Oh no!” Puffy immediately corrected, chuckling lightly. “I'm Dream's aunt, Schlatt's sister. I'm helping him out ever since I heard of Tubbo.”

“That's nice of you,” Philza smiled before he turned serious, squeezing Techno's hand lightly. “May I ask why Schlatt thinks that it's a good idea to let Dream out completely alone? We may have a nice neighborhood but even here accidents can happen and he's only six.”

“I know,” Puffy let out a heavy breath before putting Dream down and telling him to go inside and greet his father. After saying goodbye to Techno and waving at him frantically the boy ran off, Techno still slowly waving. Then Puffy stepped closer to the blonde grown-up to whisper, probably to make sure that the left kid won't hear anything.

To their bad luck Techno's Hybrid side gave him advanced hearing, it wasn't as good as others, but he still heard a bit. She told Philza something about Schlatt being alone, that he had some problems and Dream's mother being gone. The word depression also fell, but that was really all he could understand. It seemed serious, but Puffy promised that she'd make sure that it would get better.

She couldn't keep the promise.

….

Dream and Techno stayed in contact, playing and meeting up at Techno's house most of the time so that Wilbur could play along, too. Over the years things changed, though. Dream changed, to be more specific. That the blonde went to a different school wasn't really helpful and that his visits to the playground became rarer and rarer wasn't a good sign either.

Techno was ten years old when he was on his way home from school. Wilbur had already left as he didn't have any after school activities that day. His pink hair had grown longer and past his shoulders. Most of the time he wore it in a low ponytail, making sure his face was free from it.

It had been three months since he had seen the blonde the last time, yet he thought about him almost on a daily basis. That day though was the day he saw him again, with a group of people he immediately recognized as bad news.

“Have you seen his face? He looked so dumb!” Some guy yelled out with an obnoxious laugh that followed. Ruby eyes glanced to the side to check out the group of four kids his age. They were hanging out on the playground, leaning against the different installations in poses some would consider as 'cool'- Techno just thought they looked dumb, like wannabe gangsters. His eyes widened when he saw the golden hair though. “It's his own fault though, shouldn't have come to school wearing pink.”

“Yeah, such a faggot!” Another one spit out with amusement and it made Techno's blood boil. He saw Dream laughing along with them, heard him. Or at least that was what others would have seen, Techno however saw through that masquerade. Because those emerald eyes weren't shining light they usually were and there wasn't that wheeze that came with genuine laugh.

“Hey, what are you looking at, pinky?” One of the dudes yelled, making eye contact with the Piglin. Techno frowned at him, holding onto his bag that was slung over his shoulder a bit tighter. Instead of giving them the attention they wanted, he turned and walked away. “Oi, don't ignore us!” The group ran up to him, following him and keeping pace with him.

“Pinky, why in such a hurry?” One of them said, trying to get in his way to stop walking, but Techno just moved out of the way.

“I thought you were a girl at first, considering your hair,” another one mocked, deciding to get into his personal space and trying to grab said hair. Techno pulled away, stopping to glare at those kids. Dream was behind them, looking quiet uncomfortable as he rubbed his arm and looked down at the ground.

“What do you want?” The pinkette growled out, baring his tusks which were growing bigger each day.

“Oh, dangerous pig, be careful guys!” The tallest, therefore most lightly the leader of the wannabe gang, laughed out, lifting his arms in mock defense. “Because we're so scared of someone with pink long hair, am I right?” The others laughed at his comment, except Dream, the sheep made contact with contact with the piglin and winced when he got an elbow in his rips.

“Oy, sheepling, what's wrong?” The dude spit out, looking down at the blonde. “You know that fag?” Dream gulped heavily and looked back at Techno. Said boy just frowned even more as he saw how hesitant the blonde was around those bullies.

“So just because I have pink hair, which is natural by the way, I am gay?” Questioned the pinkette while crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Maybe you're just reflecting onto me because you can't deal with your own feelings.”

“What the fuck!” Same dude yelled before stepping forward and gripping Techno by the collar of his shirt. It was a bit awkward considering that Techno was slightly taller than the goon. “It's almost like you want to be beaten up by us!”

“What, you think you can beat me?” Maybe Techno shouldn't provoke a group of boys in puberty, especially because one of them was a Tiger-Hybrid, but how could he not? Those idiots were obviously too dumb to realize what was happening. What they were doing just wasn't right, it was wrong and disgusting.

And those were Dream's friends? No wonder the blonde had stopped hanging out with his actual friends.

“I know I can beat you, considering that none of you are a real threat,” Techno just shrugged, holding eye contact with the boy. And then a fist got lifted to strike down, but instead his collar was freed and the boy lay on the ground. It only took a second and it ended with Dream standing in front of him, breathing heavily.

“What the fuck?” The group of four now stood in front of the two, shoulders tense and faces angry. “You dumb lamb! What do you think you're doing?!”

“I am sick of you guys!” Dream yelled out, eyes wide and body trembling. Techno watched from behind him, seeing his old friend getting ready to fight. But this time it wasn't a cute playground fight, it wasn't about a made up country and there was no deal of no actual fight where someone could get hurt. This was real. “You think you are so cool by saying slurs and being mean to others! It's annoying and I actually hate you all!”

“Oh, now that you have a Piglin by your side your courage to talk back to us is there? That's pathetic! Do you have a crush on that dude or what?!” The leader shouted while taking a step towards them. That was Techno's cue to step beside his friend, holding eye contact with the idiots. For now he decided to ignore the light blush on the other's face.

“Shut up,” Dream said through his clenched teeth. “And fight, assholes.” And just like that a fight broke out. People screamed, punches flew and hair was pulled on. At some point Techno was fighting two of the four while Dream took care of the other two. But while Techno had little trouble to keep up, Dream was pushed to the ground by that dumb Tiger-Hybrid. Usually Techno would not panic, but he saw the other one, the weaker Hybrid, taking a stone in his hands.

And then there was smashing and screaming. And Techno saw red. And Techno started to hear them.

Blood!

Blood!

They hurt him!

Protect!

Blood God!

Protect!

Protect!

Blood God!

Blood God!

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

Within a second the two Hybrids were off of Techno, laying on the ground as they yelled about pain they felt. It got the attention of the other two who were staring at him with wide eyes. Slowly they backed off, there eyes not once leaving Techno's eyes. Dream just lay on the ground, one eye already swollen too much to keep it open, the other watching him.

Kill them!

Kill them!

Make them bleed!

Blood for the Blood God!

Techno growled before running to them, forcing the Tiger to the ground and starting to punch in his face. The second one ran away, not even trying to help his so called friend. At this point Techno wasn't actually paying attention to what was going on, just needing to connect his fist with the face of this poor excuse of a human being. Maybe he heard Dream in the background, asking him to stop, that he was going to kill him.

But the voices inside his head were louder. So much louder.

Only when he felt hands on his shoulders that carefully pulled him away did Techno start to calm down. He was turned around to face the person who stopped him from probably committing a murder. And when the haze of anger started to vanish did he recognize his own father kneeing in front of him, hands squeezing his arms at his side. “...no, hey Techno. You back?”

“Wha-What...?” The Piglin whispered before glancing around, noticing that the goons who were holding him down before now carried away their unconscious friend. Techno was sure that would get him into trouble sooner than later, but he didn't really care in that moment. Because there were those voices in his head, whispering to him. “D-Dad... I hear...”

“What? Mate, what's up?” Philza questioned with worry in his eyes, one hand placed on the pinkette's cheek. In the background stood Dream with wide eyes, ears hanging down as he watched his friend slowly calming down. There was a bit of blood trailing down his temple and staining the golden locks red. Of course Philza noticed how the two boys made eye contact and turned to Dream. “Dream? What happened?”

The Sheepling flinched lightly as he was addressed, his hands pulling on the slightly too big sweater. “E-Ehm... Those guys were my friends b-but- they- I... I didn't want to hang with them anymore, because th-they are bullies... Wh-When they tried to mo-mock Techno I-I got bet-between them...” stuttered the blonde out, not holding any eye contact. “Th-They attacked and I got on the ground... The one Te-Techno beat up had a stone and...” One of his hands found the wound and pressed lightly against it, making him wince. “Techno saved me..”

Philza frowned before peeking at his son who slowly started to stand up. “Alright, Dream you should go home and take care of yourself. I will take Techno home and... yeah. This will have consequences boys.”

“I'm sorry Mr. Minecraft...”

“Sorry Dad,” Techno mumbled before picking up the bag he had left behind a few feet away. The two watched Dream walk home, entering his house. Before he closed the door though he gave a weak wave, the Piglin waved back and gave a thumbs up to tell him it would be okay.

Once home and the injuries were taken care of, the fight started, because instead of reflecting on what happened today, Techno wanted to change school.

“What? Techno, are you insane?” Mumza said after she heard what happened and the request of her son. Wilbur sat on the couch and silently watched what was going to happen. “You want to change to Dream's school?”

“Yes,” Techno confirmed with a sharp nod. “This only happened because Dream hangs out with the wrong people, today none of this was something he wanted. And now that this happened he will probably be targeted, he needs my help!”

Philza breathed out heavily before scratching at his eyes. “Techno, Dream is old enough to look after himself. And should there be any problem then it's Schlatt's responsibility to make sure he is alright,” explained the parent, an apologetic look on his face. “We can't let you go to a worse school just for that. The one now will give you much more possibilities in the future.”

“But Dream-”

“Dream will be fine, honey,” Mumza said with a soft smile, “I bet whatever happened today will be taken care of. Schlatt will surly go to the principle and have all this sorted out. Also, what was with those voices you said you started to hear?”

Yeah, what's with us?

We just wanted some blood

They deserved it

Yeah, they were assholes

They needed to be GONE

Techno groaned lightly as the voices got a tiny bit louder the second someone acknowledged them. “They appeared when I saw Dream on the ground... they asked for blood...”

“For blood?!” Wilbur repeated loudly, gaining a warning look from their mother.

“Techno, that's a serious issue, we should take you to a doctor tomorrow, just to be sure,” Philza said.

“But what about Dream? He needs-”

“No, techno, it's enough,” Philza interrupted, “Dream will be fine.”

“But-”

“No more buts, Techno!” The blond man stood up as a sign of how serious he was. The pinkette opened his mouth to say something again, but the Elytrian wouldn't let him. “It's enough Techno, go to your room, it's already late.”

And the Piglin did after letting out a huff, stomping up the stairs as loudly as possible. He even went as far to slam the door and lock it. Only then remembering Tommy who slept only two rooms away, but luckily he didn't not wake him up.

Normally Techno would go to sleep now, his homework was already done during the after school activity. But not that night. No, this night he decided to do something he had never done before. He'd run away.

Yes!

Adventures await!

TechnoGO!

Maybe we can take that blondie with us!

Of course they'd mention Dream. But before thinking more about why the weird voices in his head thought about the Sheep-Hybrid, he opened his window. Lucky enough there was a tree right in front of it and thanks to watching Wilbur climb down a few times he knew how to do this. So within a minute or two the Piglin was on the ground, pressing himself against the wall to make sure no one would see him.

The question now: Where to go?

We could do it old school and sneak on a train

Steal a car!

Yes! Steal a car!

“I will not steal a car,” Techno grumbled out while sneaking away from the house.

A bike then

Or maybe drive with some stranger?

Are you dumb

what?

Who just said that?

Don't tell a ten year old to ride with a stranger?!

I thought only smart people would get access to this brain

disappointing

“Could you shut up?!” Whispered the pinkette while walking down the street. It wasn't too dark yet, but the street lights were already on so Techno was a bit nervous. “Why do you all have to be so annoying?”

Man, that's just mean

It's not like we can choose to be here

…

We totally can but never mind

He did not need to know this

E

E

Someone told him

Great

E

Techno exhaled heavily but he had to admit that he wasn't as worried about this situation as he should be. Sure, the voices could be loud and when they first appeared they kind of gave him bad ideas, but at least he wasn't alone. He still should worry, but honestly? This wasn't the first case of a Piglin-Hybrid to hear voices, usually they'd just scream about gold though and not such complicated stuff.

Gold!

Gold!

There Gold!

Gold!

Yeah, like that.

Techno look!

There is Gold!

Look!

So shiny!

GOLD!

YOU ARE MISSING IT!

GOOOOLD!

And then Techno saw what they were talking about. They were nearing the playground and there on one of the swings sat Dream. Techno smiled weakly and walked towards him, but the closer he got the more his smile fell.

Because yeah, there was Dream, but he didn't look too good. His swollen eye looked worse than before and he had a bandage around his head. Usually that would be good, because that meant his injuries got taken care of, but it looked so lousy made that it probably wouldn't help. And there was also the fact that he somehow had gained injuries. “Dream?” The blonde flinched lightly and looked up at Techno, eyes wide and tears running down his cheeks.

“T-Techno?” The sheep-hybrid sniffed, hurrying to wipe the tears and snot away from his face. “What are you doing here?”

“I should ask you that,” the pinkette walked up to him and got in front of his friend. “And what happened to you?” There now was a bruise at the corner of Dream's mouth, as well as some dried blood at his nose, indicating that he had been bleeding out of it. A blue bruise started to show itself at his cheek, like he got punched.

“Nothin'...” He mumbled out, trying to look away but not really able to.

“Don't lie, did those assholes find out and beat you up?”

“Wha...?” Dream looked confused at first, but then his eyes widened and he nodded, first enthusiastic, then slower. “Th-They did, but it's alright, I knocked some sense into them.”

“Really?” Techno cocked an eyebrow, not really believing the other. But he decided to believe it for now, because Dream wouldn't tell him the truth anyway. At least not that day. “Alrught,” the pinkette shrugged and sat down on the swing next to the blonde's, using his feet to lightly move back and forwards.

“So, why are you here?” Repeated the Sheep-hybrid, looking over to his friend.

“Had a fight with Dad,” admitted the Piglin, sighing as he swung a bit stronger. “I asked him to change school, to be with you.”

“What, really?” Emerald eyes watched the other moving, shining in the light of the street lanterns. A nod confirming what he just said. “That's so dumb,” Dream scoffed out and it made Techno recoil.

“Bruh, are you serious?”

“Come on now, changing school just because of today?” Dream scoffed like it was the most ridiculous thing. Which, to be fair, it kind of was. “That school you visit now is much better, Techno. Also you'd only get bored it mine, is not as hard as yours, you know?”

“...Do you promise you will be fine?”

“Of course I will be,” chuckled the blonde out, it didn't sound too honest, but at least there was an attempt. “I am the Dream after all, right?”

“Right,” Techno rolled his eyes in amusement, watching as the blonde leaned back a bit to wheeze. “You know, as a Pigling-Hybrid I am drawn to gold or whatever has the color, right?” Dream smiled at him and echoed his 'right', “When I saw you for the first time I immediately noticed your hair.” The blonde tilted his head and moved one hand to his head, pulling on a strand of the golden hair. “It was the main reason I wanted to befriend you.”

“Wait, really?” There was shock in Dream's voice, his eyes wide as he stared at the pinkette. Said boy just laughed amused before nodding. “Oh...” Dream's face fell and for a second Techno started to worry, but before he could say something the blonde chuckled. “That's funny, I was really impressed to see a Piglin-Hybrid. You looked pretty cool.”

“Well thank you,” Techno rose his head in pride as he heard those words.

“Now you're just lame though.”

“Oi!” Techno turned back to the other, a fake snarl coming from him. “Don't forget who saved your ass today!” Again a loud wheeze from the blonde, this time he had to lean forward and hold his stomach.

“I know, I know!” He soon calmed down, emerald eyes finding rubies as they filled with gratitude. “And I am really thankful for that. If you hadn't been there then... well, then maybe I wouldn't have gotten beaten up, but I also would still be friends with those assholes.”

Still wondering why Dream was friends with them in the first place, Techno scoffed. “No problem.” Silence fell over the two friends, it got darker and darker and just a few minutes later the moon had completely risen. It was then that Techno found the courage to ask a question he always wanted to ask. One that sounded dumb but he really wanted an answer to. Would Dream want to become better friends, to meet up more often again? “Dream, say, would you lik-”

“Dream!” A voice suddenly yelled and only then did he notice the light coming from a house, the front door white open. At said door stood Schlatt, a dark glass bottle in his hand as he waved one arm to get his kid's attention. “What are you doing?! Are you dumb?! It's way too late to be outside!”

Techno frowned at the man, wondering how often this happened that the neighbors didn't seem to react to the loud scene. A look to Dream showed that it probably happened often, as his eyes lost some of their shine and a heavy sigh fell from his lips. One that sounded like defeat. “Sorry Techno, but I have to go home.” The blonde stood up and held out a fist to the pinkette, a weak smile on his lips. “See you?”

Ruby eyes watched the hand, only now noticing a bandage around his hand, not even covering the bruised knuckles from the fight. He carefully pressed his own fist against Dream's, earning a little brighter smile now before the blonde walked towards the door. There Schlatt grabbed the sleeve of his shirt and pulled him inside.

“See you...” Techno whispered into the wind.

He always regretted that he did not acknowledge the signs.

….

“Are you sure that person can drive us there?” Wilbur asked as they walked out of a small store and onto the parking lot. Techno was next to him, following their fox friend Fundy who looked around. When he noticed a run down van with thousands of stickers on it his eyes started to shine.

“Yes, totally,” Fundy reassured Wilbur who looked at him a bit nervous. “Don't worry, all he wanted for us to bring some snacks. Also his boyfriend or whatever will be with us so we have to sit in the back together.”

The group made their way to the van, seeing only one side of it. There was a small festival a few cities away in a park, just something small, people would gather for small picnics, listen to live music and watch firework go off. A perfect little party for the now sixteen year old teenagers to meet new people, make friends and all this socializing.

Techno would have preferred to stay home, but Wilbur got him to agree to come along by promising him that he'd take care of the dirty dishes for the next month. Maybe the Piglin could just sit down and read or something, because his brother did not include that he had to actually talk to anybody.

However, the closer they got to the van the more he worried, because that car didn't look secure. The windows were dirty, some had even small cracks and he saw rust at one of the wheels. “...How old is that dude again?” The pinkette asked as they walked around the car.

“Eh, 23 or 24, one of those,” Fundy shrugged. “Now stop worrying, he's part of my family and a really nice dud- WHAT THE HELL?!” The fox suddenly yelled out and not even half a second later did he know why. There he was, the 'dude' who was supposed to drive them with his arms around another person and making out. Well, honestly, it looked more like he tried to eat that other dude whose arms were wrapped around him.

But when they heard Fundy curse the smaller one, who had green hair, pulled away, his hands pressing against their driver's chest. His eyes widened who were as green as emerald, and Techno swore he knew those eyes. And those freckles. “Dream?” Techno asked, ruby eyes wide as he finally recognized his old friend. It had been a while since the two had seen each other, texting had become pretty sparse too as both their lives changed around them.

“H-Hey Techno...” Dream smiled warily, one hand still pressing the older man away who did not stepped back. There were hands on Dream's waist, holding him close to the, well, way too old man. “And Wilbur... And Fundy.”

“Dream!” Wilbur greeted with a bright smile before recognizing how weird that situation was. They just caught their sixteen year old friend making out with someone who was probably twenty-four years old. It was weird. It was disgusting and Techno did not hesitate to show that with a wrinkled nose.

“Dude, Mark,” Fundy said, disgust also in his voice as he talked to his family member, “Do you even know how old Dream is? That's pretty yucky, not gonna lie.”

“That's also pretty illegal,” the pinkette mumbled under his breath, gaining a nod from his brother. Dream was beet red, his eyes looking down to the ground as he tried to not make the situation any weirder.

“Oh come ooon,” Mark laughed out, pulling one hand away from Dream's waist, but using the one still around him to pull him closer to his chest. “It's a mutual relationship, you three aren't stuck up, right?” Techno almost couldn't believe what he heard, that Dream was with this weirdo on his own free will.

On the other hand, he did not try much to pull away from him. So maybe that did kind of manipulated him into believing that this was okay. He couldn't really finish his thoughts as Mark clapped his hands and continued talking. “Anyway! You all ready for the trip? Then get into the van!” He opened the sliding door of the van open and waited for everyone to hop in.

The trio glanced at each other and hesitated for a second, but when Fundy shrugged and got in the other two just followed. There was enough space for them in the back to drive comfortable but still Techno groaned in annoyance as he had to be in the middle. “I hope he at least drives like a sane person,” Wilbur muttered barely loud enough for the others to hear. Fundy huffed out a breath, not happy how his friends think about his family yet understanding it after that scene.

“Alright kiddos,” Mark said after getting behind the wheel, Dream getting into the passenger seat. Techno wondered if the dude knew that Dream was their age and therefore also a 'kiddo'. “You all good?” He looked into the mirror with a smile before starting the engine, probably figuring out that he wouldn't get an answer.

Once they were on the street it turned into an awkward silence, only annoying music filling it. Sitting in the middle Techno couldn't really look anywhere except the windshield. However that also meant he saw every move that Dream and Mark made and it just didn't sit right with him that that man had his hand constantly on Dream's thigh. Occasionally it moved in order to take a turn on the route or just stroking up and down the exposed flesh. Because the usually blonde, now green haired, was wearing shorts that rode up when he sat.

Techno was ripped from his thoughts when Mark suddenly slammed on the break and punched on the horn. “What the fuck! Pay attention asshole!” He shouted, one hand tightening on the wheel while the other slammed down on the console of the car. At first Techno was just annoyed because it was Mark who did not pay attention, but then he saw Dream's reaction.

The Sheep-hybrid had pushed himself against the door, eyes averting the screaming man. His hands were pressed against his chest, trembling even though he tried to stop him own body from doing so. There was fear and horror in his eyes and Techno wondered what had happened to him and if it was Mark's fault.

Soon they were bag to driving normally again, the driver didn't even apologize for his dumb move. And he also did not notice that Dream was in distress, instead he just put his hand back on his thigh and squeezed lightly.

Techno didn't like it, not because he was jealous or something dumb like that, but because Dream deserved better. The sheep-hybrid was a lovely person who just tried to make everyone around him happy, so of course he also deserved someone to give back the same energy. But instead he got some greasy man who most likely was only interested in the younger's body. It was hard to not feel any rage then and there, as a pit in his stomach grew more and more.

Oh, jealous Techno

Yeah you can't deny that

'I'm not jealous' my ass

So should we beat this dude up?

Yeah! Blood

Blood

Blood for the Blood God!

The Piglin rolled his eyes at the voices. Over the years he got used to live with them, sometimes he held real conversations even. Of course they went to the doctor, but just as Techno thought he hadn't a clue either, saying it was a Piglin thing. So now he lived with them and even though they were a nuisance at times he couldn't imagine living without them.

Although sometimes they did try to make him angry, demanding blood and calling him the Blood God and shit like that. Sometimes he gave him, sometimes he pleaded Phil to make them go silent and sometimes he just sat in a corner and cried until the headache that they caused went away. Right now though they demanded blood, but Techno controlled them, it would be way too dangerous to listen to them in a moving vehicle. And they knew that, they were probably joking around and tried to mock Mark – even though he couldn't hear them.

It took them twenty more minutes to arrive at the festival. Light were shining into the sky, announcing where the festival happened. On a big stage stood a band, singing together with the big crowed in front of them. A bit away from the stage people were scattered around with blankets, eating and talking, some drinking and smoking.

“Woah, that's so cool!” Fundy said with excitement, eyes shining brightly as he saw the big stage and all the people. Once the car came to a stop everyone jumped out, but before they could run off Mark spoke up.

“Alright, kids, we'll meet here again in four hours or so, then we'll drive back,” he said as he checked his phone for the time. “Until then be responsible or whatever and don't drink, I don't wanna have to clean my baby from any vomit.” He slapped on his car as he said that and started laughing.

Before Techno could say anything to Wilbur or Fundy the two had run off to the stage. The pinkette didn't follow a she decided that it would be way too loud for him there. May be he could stay at the van, sit down and read something on his phone. A glance to the side revealed Mark whispering something into Dream's air with a sly grin, stroking his side. But the blonde shook his head, mark just shrugged and wandered off.

Dream sighed heavily before looking at Techno and then smiling at him. “Hey,” he greeted again before stepping next to him. “Don't you want to go check the festival out?”

“Nah, not really,” Techno looked towards the crowd of people, cringing a bit as he saw how close they all were pressed together. “That's not really mine, I just came here because of Wilbur,” Dream nodded lightly, a silent 'ah' leaving his lips. “What about you? Where's you boyfriend?”

“Oh, he ehm, he's meeting up with some friends, but I don't really like them so I decided to stay here,” Dream shrugged it off, scratching one of his arms as he looked down to his feet.

“What, are they too old for you?” Asked the pinkette with a hint of sarcasm. Emerald eyes looked up, wide from the shock of hearing that comment. Then a frown appeared on Dream's face before he answered.

“They're around Mark's ache, but the reason I can't stand most of them is because they're my exes.”

“What?” Techno let out, mouth hung open after understanding what the sheep-hybrid just implied. “Dream, what the heck? You know that this is not-”

“-Normal?” Dream interrupted before leaning against the van. “I know, but nothing is really normal in my life, Techno. One more thing won't hurt.”

“It's not that this isn't just normal, it's illegal Dream. You are a minor and that dude is twenty-something,” argued the Piglin, his ears twitching lightly as he noticed that the blonde didn't really care about what he had to say. “...What happened to you?”

For a second there was silence between them, only the screaming from the festival there to fill it. Then Dream took a deep breath as he shook his head. “Nothing, everything is just like it always had been, Techno. People change, that's how it works.” Techno went to protest, to say that something must have happened for Dream to change so drastically, but the boy beat him to it. “Wanna lay on the hood of the car?” He instead asked, a small smile on his lips.

This time it was Techno who sighed, nodding as an answer and following Dream to the front of the car and getting on top of the hood. The two lay there as they looked up into the sky. Due do the festivals lights they couldn't see any stars, but it still was nice.

After a while he heard noises from beside him and when he turned his head he saw Dream with a cigarette in his mouth, lighting the cancer stick. “You smoke?” He mumbled, watching how the blonde inhaled the toxic smoke before blowing it out into the night air.

“Started a year or so ago,” answered the other, eyes trained on the sky while bringing the cigarette back to his lips.

Techno watched every movement, the way his lips fit around the stick, how he inhaled it and then how he exhaled it again, lips forming a small 'o'. Was it weird that he watched him? Maybe. Did Techno care? A bit. Because he shouldn't think about how perfect Dream's lips looked and how they would feel against his own.

After swallowing and looking away to prevent those thoughts from getting out of control, Techno asked, “Why did you start?”

Dream chuckled lightly, watching as the smoke vanished into the air. “I got it from one of my exes after we had sex,” he shrugged it off as if it would be nothing, but the answer made Techno frown once again.

“Dream, you said a year ago, you were fifteen then,” he said, something both already knew, giving out useless information. And just as he had expected he did not get any answer in return. Silence fell over them once again but this time Techno watched Dream, his eyes not averting him. That's when he saw something at his neck and he reached his hand out to touch it.

Dream froze for a second before glancing at the piglin, green eyes watching how the hand stroked over his neck, over the black ink there. Techno's eyebrows were creased at his fingers glided over the skin there, wondering if he could feel anything. He followed the slightly curved line and poked the two small dots. “You like it?” Dream asked with a smile, fitting to the smiley-face that adorned his neck.

“Maybe,” Techno mumbled out before pulling his hand away, looking over Dream. There were bruises on his wrists and one on his thigh. He wanted to asked who did it, but was afraid that they were from Mark inflicted while doing something Techno really didn't want to think about. So instead he concentrated on something else. “Green hair?”

Dream's eyes opened a bit more and he pressed out his cigarette on the car hood before pulling on some of his hair. “Yeah, thought I'd try it,” he murmured out, making eye contact with Techno, “kind of in a phase to find myself, I guess. Mark said he liked it, so I went through with it.” Of course it was fucking Mark, it didn't surprise the pinkette that Dream did this for him, the sheep-hybrid always had been a people pleaser. “Let me show you something.”

And with that Dream wiggled closer, pressing his side against the piglin's while pulling out his phone. No, there was not a blush building up on Techno's cheeks as he felt the warm body against himself. He instead watched how Dream opened his gallery to show him photos of himself. In clothes he had never seen before. There was Dream wearing skirts, dresses, crop tops and all that stuff. “...Wow,” breathed the piglin, eyes looking at every detail in each picture.

“You like it?” The blonde asked, smiling happily as he saw how Techno looked at the picture. When he got a nod as an answer the sheep-hybrid scooted even closer, his breath hitting Techno's floppy pig ear. A little hum was Techno's answer, still looking at one of the pictures where Dream wore a white skirt with a pink sweater and thigh highs. What worried him a bit were the bruises that were visible, discarding them as hickeys though. “Found them in my dad's room in a cardboard box. I think they used to be from my mom.”

“Your mom?” Techno echoed, glancing up to Dream and only then really realizing how close he was. His big green eyes were slightly lidded as he nodded to the question, one hand found a strand of pink hair and playing with it.

“Yeah, she must have left it behind when leaving us,” whispered the blonde, eyes roaming over Techno's body before looking up again. Techno was entranced by those eyes and felt himself leaning closer. One hand moved to Dream's cheek, cupping it to align their faces. Ruby eyes closed when Dream was the one to close the gap between their lips.

Techno almost sighed into the kiss, his lips slowly moving against Dream's. He felt a hand burying itself in his hair, holding onto it lightly as their little dance grew harder. Dream pressed his body closer to the piglin as he opened his mouth lightly, a silent invitation. It's then that techno noticed the taste of nicotine, mixed with a bit of strawberry. Because Dream had some kind of flavored gloss on his lips, explaining why they were so soft against his own.

Deciding if it was worth to taste even more of the cigarette the other had smoked before, Techno soon came to the conclusion that it was. His tongue slowly entered Dream's mouth, their heads moving back and forth in sync, a dance that Techno lead. Their tongue were pressing against each other, intertwined like they belonged together, like this was the reason why they existed. And as Techno stole Dream's breath away his noticed that the voices were completely silent. Not one sound came from them and finally the piglin had found some peace.

The two flinched apart when suddenly a loud noise erupted above them. When Techno looked up he saw the colorful firework going off, illuminating the pair in red and blues. Techno glanced to Dream, his emerald eyes concentrated on the piglin, cheeks completely red and breathing heavy from their kiss. And only then did Techno really realize what they just did.

He had kissed Dream. No, Dream had kissed him first, right? Or was it Techno? He couldn't really remember anymore, the taste of smoke and strawberry still pregnant on his lips and tongue. When their eyes met again Techno fast averted it, not seeing how Dream reacted to it, not seeing how broken he looked for the three seconds Techno needed to get himself together. “Dream, I-”

“Hey you two!” A voice called out and when the two looked to the direction it came from they saw Mark walking towards them with some other people. Techno's mood immediately fell. “Why aren't you two celebrating with the rest?” The man stopped in front of Dream, getting between his legs and pulling him closer by his waist.

Dream glanced over to Techno as Mark wrapped his arms around the sheep-hybrid's waist. Techno looked at him before sitting up from his lying position and then looking down at his hands. “...We weren't really in the mood and just hung out a bit,” mumbled the blonde before hiding his face in Mark's neck.

Techno watched them for just a second before he had to avert his eyes. Now that there were more people around them he noticed how loud it really was. And then they returned.

What was THAT?

We kissed Dream!

Dream kissed us!

But why is he with that weird dude now?

Techno fucked up

Techno fucked up!

Fucked up!

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E

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The next time the pinkette looked up he saw Dream and Mark making out, instantly filling Techno's gut with dread. That probably could have been him had he just said something. But he stayed silent.

…..

Since then the contact between Dream and Techno had almost been non consistent. They maybe chatted with each other once every three month and only after accidentally walking into each other. And each time they did Dream's hair had a new color, the gold didn't return. Sometimes Techno lay awake at night and stared at his ceiling, thinking back to the kiss. He wondered how different things would be now, if he and Dream were closer had he said something.

Because he hated the relationship he had with his old friend right now. He never heard of him unless it were George or Sapnap talking about him during their breaks in school. It was painful to listen to what they said, that Dream had changed so much. Apparently he changed his boyfriends almost as fast as people change their underwear – not literally of course. Every time he met him on accident he had some other guy by his side. Every time George talked about him during PE there was a new name. Every time Sapnap mentioned him in English he described someone else.

It was frustrating, because Techno was sure that he could have been at least one of them. No, he was sure that he'd still be with him now. But he fucked up and now it had been six months since he last saw Dream.

And the chances that he would see him again were slim, because Techno would leave for college in less than a week. Yeah, it was just a college that even three ours away by car, but still. Techno knew how Dream stood in school, that he was failing a lot and probably would not make it into any college. How he knew? Sapnap, he told him because he was worried about his best friend, about leaving him behind. Because he and George were leaving too, to a college they had to even take a plane for to get there.

So Dream would be left behind, he'd be stuck here.

However Techno was forced not to think about any of this as he was on yet another party. Again forced on it due to Wilbur. Well, it was better than watching twelve-year old Tommy with his friends Tubbo and Ranboo.

Funnily enough Tommy had become best friends with Dream's little brother. But due to it coming over as weird, Techno never asked about the blonde. Because it could turn into an awkward situation and he didn't want to put Tubbo into that.

“Techno, relax man!” Wilbur greeted as he wrapped an arm around him, his other occupied with holding a plastic cup filled with alcohol. “We graduated, we'll leave for college in less than a week, live a little!”

Techno could just roll with his eyes as he grimaced at his brother's breath. Usually they weren't allowed to drink alcohol yet since they were only 18, but every adult made an exception for this party. Because it was probably the last one all of them had together, almost every school being present. “You know I don't drink, Wil,” commented Techno while throwing his long pink hair over his shoulder. By now it went almost to his lower back and at the moment he had it in a lose braid, some strands falling out. To that he wore a wide white button down with a few buttons undone and black jeans.

“Geez, fine fine, then dance at least!” Wilbur almost demanded while spreading out his arm and gesturing to the dance floor. “It's the last party before we leave for Kinoko University, have some fun my dearest brother!” Techno groaned before pushing away from the wall he had been leaning against, informing that he was going to get some water from the kitchen.

Even though that earned a shout from Wilbur, telling him to get some beer instead, he still went. Pushing past all those sweating and stinking bodies was a real task, because some people tried to dance with him and he had to free himself then.

After a full ten minutes of trying to navigate through the sea of bodies the pinkette finally arrived. To his luck the kitchen was almost empty, only one person standing at the counter while fixing themselves a drink. So without any problem Techno walked up to the fridge to look for some water, relieved when he saw one single bottle of water unopened. He took it out and poured some of it into a plastic cup before putting it back.

A sip later he took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh feeling after drinking cold water. “Techno?” He was called and looking up his froze for a second or two. The person who had pulled himself some mix of beer and other alcohol was none other than Dream. His emerald eyes were wide, making it the more visible how dull they looked. Probably drunk.

“Dream!” Techno announced like it wasn't obvious already, stepping closer to the usually blonde, now his hair was a light blue. “Funny seeing you here.”

“Oh, why is that?” Hummed the sheep-hybrid, his little tail wiggling around as he looked the piglin up and down. His horns had grown more, now already curling a bit around his floppy sheep ears. The tip of one was broken off though and Techno wondered how that happened. Dream was wearing a tight, like very tight, black ripped jeans and a shirt that was ripped at the bottom, turning it somehow into a crop top. “Thought I wouldn't make it out of school?”

“No!” Techno immediately disagreed, stepping closer to the smaller – his Piglin genes really did give him a growing spur. And don't get him wrong, Dream wasn't small, probably taller than a sheep-hybrid usually would get. But he was still a head smaller than techno. “Just, don't know, haven't seen you in a while.”

“Ah, yes, sorry,” Dream stepped around the taller one to get to the kitchen island and leaning against it. His eyes were focused on Techno's before roaming down to his chest, visible through the open shirt. The sheep-hybrid licked his lips before smirking, looking back up when Techno cleared his throat. “We didn't really have a reason to hang around each other, I guess.”

Techno cocked a brow at that answer before getting next to Dream, leaning against the kitchen island as well. “Isn't friendship a good enough reason?” A cackled came from his side and he could see Dream holding his stomach lightly before taking a long sip from his cup. The blonde was probably drunk already at least that was what he smelled like. That and weed.

“Friendship?” Dream almost mocked, shaking his head before taking another short sip, “I mean sure, friendship. Because friends make out with each other on the top of a car hood, right?”

Techno sighed and wiped with his hand over his face. “Bruh, you had a boyfriend at the time, had he known he would have beaten me probably.”

“Oh the great Techno getting beaten up by... ehm..”

“Mark.”

“Mark, yeah, was just about to say that,” Dream laughed amused the alcohol in his cup splashing around.

“You seriously don't even remember the dude's name?” Scoffed Techno out, his head shaking in bewilderment. How is he having this conversation with Dream, how could he be the one to remember that asshole, meanwhile Dream probably never even thinking about him.

“You can't fault me, we didn't even last for two months or so,” Dream just shrugged it off like it was nothing. Like that didn't break Techno's heart at least a little bit. “Also there were way too many after him, remembering every single one of them would be a task. So why do you remember Mark's name? You saw him for less than six hours.”

“I don't know Dream,” Techno said sarcastically, turning towards the blonde with a slight glare, “Maybe because he was some twenty-four year old freak who made out with a sixteen year old. Just a guess so, maybe I remembered him because of his charming driving style.”

Dream rolled his eyes at that and an uncomfortable silence fell over them. Some people entered the kitchen, giggling and whispering. But they left after grabbing some drinks, probably noticing that the two were having a rather serious conversation. “...Do you have a boyfriend now?! Techno finally forced out, eyes still watching Dream who stared at the fridge in front of them.

“No,” he answered after a second, “Considering I'll leave for college in a week it wouldn't really be worth it. Not a fan of long distance relationships.”

“Wait, you got into college?” Techno asked, only then noticing how surprised he sounded. It was mean, because Dream was smart, maybe not school smart, but smart nonetheless. To Techno's luck the blonde didn't take it in a bad way.

A small snicker left his throat. “Yeah, I didn't have the grades for one, but well,” he shrugged before turning to Techno, making eye contact with him while grinning. “I had a meeting with Kinoko's principal, talked to him and lets just say that I'm really persuasive,” a wink was all Techno needed to glance away, not wanting to give away the blush that was building up, completely dismissing that Dream just said he'd go to the same college as Techno. “I feel bad about Tubbo though.”

“Why's that?”

“Even though the small trouble maker had it easier because I looked out for him, I will be gone now. No one to look after him,” Dream looked down to the ground again, sighing before ruffling through his hair.

“What? Schlatt is still there,” commented Techno, watching Dream unconsciously shake his head weakly. It looked like Dream didn't want to talk about it, maybe he had a fight with his father or something. “So, Kinoko, eh? Got a scholarship or something?” Techno knew that was cringe, it was obvious Dream hadn't gotten one considering he had to meet up with the principle and talk to him about getting accepted.

“God no,” Dream laughed out, eyes back on Techno, “not even my mouth is good enough for that.” Techno chuckled lightly along, enjoying the talk he had with his old friend. “So, did you get anything for graduation?”

“Yeah, a car,” answered the pinkette, smiling when Dream turned his body towards him. “I'll also go to Kinoko, because I didn't want to go too far away. Want to visit home on the weekends from time to time, specially because of Tommy. So dad and mom got me a car.”

“That's pretty cool, something else?” To that the piglin shook his head, watching as Dream slowly stepped closer. “I'd have a present for you,” he whispered, lidded eyes focusing on Techno's lips before looking up through his lashes right into red. “I heard you are a virgin still.”

“Eh?!” Techno just got eyes, a blush getting brighter on his cheeks and ears. “Who told you that?!”

“I figured, Tommy told Tubbo you never brought any girls home 'cause you're such a nerd,” joked the blonde, now pressing closer to the pinkette. Of course fucking Tommy talk about him and some useless stuff like that. He was twelve, he didn't even know what a relationship is yet!

TechnoNerd

TechnoNerd

Such a loser

Not one single girl in all those years we've been here

or a guy

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“Anyway,” Dream pulled Techno out of his thoughts and he jumped lightly when he felt a hand on his chest, skin to skin. “How about I give myself to you for tonight, as a gift?” Techno frowned down at the blonde, letting out a soft 'what' before feeling how one of his hands were taken by Dream. The blonde drank the rest in his cup fast before leaving it on the counter and pulling Techno along.

Together the two squeezed through the crowd and rushed up the stares. Dream looked over his shoulder from time to time, winking at the piglin who had yet to say something. After a bit more walking Dream found a bathroom and pulled the pinkette inside with him. Once together in, the door was closed and locked.

“Dream, wha-” Techno got cut off when a pair of lips smashed against his. A surprised hum came from the pinkette as Dream practically pushed his whole body against the taller one. At first Techno wanted to push him away, asking him questions, talk to him, but like he said before, Dream was pretty persuasive. So instead his hands found Dream's slim waist, squeezing lightly and earning a moan as reward.

After a few more steps Techno felt the bed against the back of his legs. He glanced back, not wanting to stop kissing Dream, but the sheep-hybrid pulled away by himself. He pushed Techno back by his chest, backing the piglin lose his balance and fall on the bed. His hands got behind him, holding himself a bit up to look at Dream properly.

The sheep-hybrid was looking down at him with a smile, a certain haze in his eyes. He was clouded by lust, but also alcohol and probably weed. Dream's slim finger's found their way to the shirt, slowly pulling it off from his body and revealing a leather harness under it. Techno swallowed the saliva that started to gather in his mouth from watching the hybrid. But there was more, bruises were covering part of his body and Techno wondered if he had gotten beaten up by some homophobic people, just like the time they were kids.

Dream giggled as he watched Techno's reaction, taking slow steps towards the pinkette. “You look so good tonight,” he mumbled, stroking along Techno's jar and tusks. “That outfit suits you, but...” Slowly Dream sat down on top of the piglin, straddling his lap. His hands stroked over the exposed chest again, slowly pulling the shirt more open. “...you look even better with that off.”

Techno huffed as he helped Dream remove his shirt, exposing his own chest. Dream bit his lower lip and grinned as his finger glided along Techno's stomach, revealing the start of a six pack there. Then he looked back up, their gazes meeting before closing the distance between them again. The piglin's hands moved to Dream's side as he pushed hos tongue inside his mouth, exploring the inside eagerly.

With a moan Dream opened his mouth wider, inviting the other inside while his own tongue pressed up against Techno's. His hands found the braided hair and opened it hastily to claw onto them, pulling harshly and gaining a growl from the pinkette. Techno's hands were slowly running down Dream's side to his thighs, spreading them wider. A glance down showed how hard Dream was, a visible bulge in his tight pants.

“Look at you,” Techno whispered against soft lips, licking over them and making Dream whine. “So hard and just for me,” his right hand lay over the bulge, pressing down on it and making the blonde moan out. “Aren't you? You're doing so good for me, such a good little lamb,” whispered Techno against Dream's neck, giving the skin open mouthed kisses.

“J'st for 'ou,” slurred Dream out, tilting his head to expose more of his neck for the piglin. He started to move his hip and hump up against the hand, whimpering when his erection got squeezed lightly. “'m y'rs, Techno,” Dream cried out while still thrusting up against the hand, trying to find any friction.

“Good boy,” Techno groaned out, only now noticing how hard he had gotten. Experimentally he thrust up, feeling his crotch up against Dream's ass, hearing him whimper loudly. His free hand moved to the sheep-hybrid's fluffy tail, stroking along it until moving down to his ass and squeezing him. Dream let out a keening noise, hiding his face in the junction of the pinkette's neck and throat. His hands still pulled on the long pink hair, ruffling it up a bit. “So fuckin' good for me, my Dream.”

He growled out when he felt Dream pushing down on his erection. Dream pressed his ass down to give the piglin more friction than he'd gain from just thrusting up. Techno even felt teeth bite in his before sucking on it, all while letting out needy noises. He started to massage Dream's ass, helping him move on top of him while slowly unzipping his pants.

His Dream!

You hear that?

Now we're finally getting somehwere!

And all we needed was Dream to be drunk and high (probably)

Dude, wtf

that's weird

why would you say that?

Techno's eyes widened as he heard what the voices and realizing that they were right. Dream was drunk, most likely high when Techno went after his scent and how the kiss tasted. And now they were in bed, humping each other like animals even though the blonde could never even give proper consent. No, he just said it was a present for Techno, probably figuring out that the piglin had the hots for him.

He froze as he thought about this, how he would feel the next day. Damn, how Dream would feel the next day. Techno would probably feel guilt all over his body, thinking that the sheep-hybrid was in no condition to voice his actual want. What when the next day he'd realize that he never really wanted that?

No, Techno couldn't live with that. Wouldn't want to live with that.

“Techno?” Dream mumbled while slowly pulling away, just a bit to meet his eyes. “What's wrong..?”

Techno swallowed hard, not knowing how to voice his thoughts at first. He started to remove his hands from Dream, placing them instead next to his own body. “Dream, we can't do that.”

“...What..?” The blonde whispered in confusion, now getting more distance between them. His hands slid to Techno's shoulder to hold onto him. “Why would you say that now...?”

“Dream,” Techno repeated, his eyes concentrating on the emeralds in front of them and how much they have lost their shine. “You are drunk and- did you smoke weed?” To that the sheep-hybrid shrugged, but his gaze to the ground told Techno all he needed to know. “Right now this is probably just the alcohol and the drugs talking, okay?”

“No, you don't know this,” protested the blonde, frowning slightly. “Techno, this has nothing to do with – look- I mean- shit, what I'm trying to say it-”

“You can't even form a proper sentence.”

“I never can when under stress!” Defended Dream, his voice rising a bit. “Techno, please, this-”

“No Dream, I won't risk anything,” deadpanned the pinkette, grabbing Dream's hips and pulling him off of himself. The hybrid tried to protest by squirming around but eventually landed on the bed with a silent 'oof'. Techno stood up and grabbed his shirt, starting to put it on again.

“Techno, no!” Dream sat up and turning to the piglin, tears visible in his eyes. “What are you doing?!”

“Getting dressed and then out of here,” Techno said fast, panic starting to set in by the thought of what he had almost done. How he almost used Dream just because he had a crush on the sheep, just because he couldn't control his damn body.

“So you're leaving?”

“Well, what else do you want me to do?!”

“I want you to stay!”

“Dream, I can't! Don't you realize what we were about to do? And for what? For me graduation as a gift? Bruh, that's messed up!” Techno hissed out, finally finishing to button his shirt and stuffing it in his trousers.

“But- What-! You know what? Alright, good, leave!” Dream waved towards the door, showing his – really not impressive – teeth to the piglin who huffed in annoyance. “Leave like you did after we kissed on that car two years ago! Pretend like nothing happened between us! That's what you're good at!”

“I pretend nothing happened because nothing was supposed to happen,” Techno argued back, being able to control his voice much better than Dream. “You had a boyfriend. Did I dislike him? Yes. What he a fucking weirdo? Also yes, but he was your boyfriend nonetheless. It would have gotten you in trouble and me as well, so not talking was the best option! Also who knows, maybe you were already high back then just like now. Confusing your damn ride with actual feelings for someone.”

“Shut up!” Shouted Dream out, tears red as he had started crying. “Shut up and don't talk about my feelings like that. Don't dismiss them just because they're inconvenient for you and cause some trouble.” Dream hiccuped, trying to wipe his tears away as they kept falling. The scene made Techno's heart crumble.

Techno inhaled deeply before letting the breath out through his nose. “Dream, that I leave now is for the best. You're drunk, you're high, do you know how I'd feel when we'd go through with this?”

Dream shook his head lightly before stroking through his head, panting heavily. “Fine...” He mumbled, slowly laying down in the bed, pulling his knees up to his chest. “Then leave me alone. It's not like I'm used to this by now.” Techno looked at him before walking back up, slowly pulling the blanket over the hybrid. He leaned down to press a kiss against Dream's temple, whispering an apology before straightening up and leaving.

He wished he would have stayed and listened. He wished he had asked about the bruises.

…..

High pitched moans and skin slapping against skin filled the dark room. Grunts came from the pink haired man as he thrust down into the woman under him, squeezing one of her tits and making her mewl out. “Oh God! Oh God!” She kept moaning out, her hands wrapped around Techno's arms and scratching him. He growled out before finishing inside her, leaning down to kiss her and help her through her own orgasm.

Only five minutes later Techno put on a shirt, watching as his girlfriend – well, more or less – got dressed in a tight and short black dress. Yes, your heard right, cold Techno found a girlfriend, or at least the closest he got to one. The two always said they'd be exclusive, but when she forced him on parties they usually separated, only for her to returned with massed up make up and smelling like someone else.

But what did he expect from a cat-hybrid?

It wasn't also that Techno cared, he didn't really feel anything for her and their relationship kind of... happened? Hard to explain, they were known as a couple anyway through out the college, the nerd and the cheerleader. Talk of the campus. And now It was her to pull him to all the parties, meanwhile Wilbur mostly hung out with his artists friends, making music and stuff like that.

“Alright babe,” Kaitlin, the women, said after fixing her make up and walking up to Techno, “Ready for that party?” Techno just nodded before taking his stuff and leaving. He wore a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and normal blue jeans. His hair has gotten even longer in the six months he had been at college, now reaching past his lower back. For now he had tied it up to a high ponytail.

Outside they walked along a path with one of his hands holding hers while having his phone in the other and looking at it. He was on Dream's social media page, seeing that he posted a new picture with the words 'See you at Punz' party!'. The picture showed the sheep-hybrid in front of a body mirror, posing for the picture by pushing out his butt, presenting the little tale. He wore a short black skirt with fishnet tights and black thigh highs, little red bows at the hem of said socks. To that he wore a wide crop top with elastic at the hem, making it stick right under his chest. With the wide v-line most of his upper body was exposed though. His hair was a pastel pink now.

“Say,” techno started, interrupting his girlfriend who had just babbling along without noticing that the piglin had not paid any attention. “Whose party are we going to?”

Kaitlin scoffed at the question, a smile adoring her face as she shook it in disbelieve. “The one from Punz, he lives in a frat house so he has the opportunity to throw the best parties.” A small 'ah' fell from Techno's lips as he followed her, watching her tail swish around behind her body. So he would see Dream again that night, it wouldn't be the first time after their little fight at the party.

But maybe this time they'd talk to each other. Because up until this day they always made eye contact but not once held a conversation. But Techno didn't need to talk to Dream to know how much he enjoyed being in college, because everyone talked about the blonde. Dream was known as the one person everyone wanted to sleep with and a lot people already achieved that. Apparently he didn't do relationships but with some luck you could be the lucky one to sleep with him during or after a party.

He never stayed and left right after, not sleeping in or anything. Some people tried to get him to stay but no one ever actually made him. Seemingly unable to form a deeper relationship than fuck buddies, with some people Dream still was friends. Techno knew that Punz was one of them, he heard that after sleeping with the coyote-hybrid they became good friends, so you saw them together most of the time.

That was also the reason why Dream was on every of Punz' parties, often enjoying being protected by him from creeps. The blonde football quarterback looked pretty good, Techno wouldn't deny that, and it made sense why Dream chose him as a friend. Something about reputation or whatever.

Techno was pulled out of his thoughts when he started to hear loud booming noises from down the street, announcing that they'd arrive at the party soon. “So, how we gonna do that?” Kaitlin spoke up while looking over her shoulder. “Imma meet up with my girls, do you want to come along or do your own thing?”

Ah, there it was, the discussion if they'd part for the evening – which they always did in the end – or stay together. Staying with her would give Techno the possibility to prevent her from finding some other dude and sleep with him or maybe even catch her in the act, but like said before he really didn't care. This relationship was doomed from the beginning and they really just used each other because they were a good fit in bed.

“I think I'll just chill on one of the couches,” muttered the piglin as they entered the building. Kaitlin nodded and turned around to give him a kiss, pressing her body close to him before turning around to leave. With a sigh the pinkette walked passed dancing bodies and sat down on one of the couches, annoyed that there was only one seat free and that was right next to a couple that was making out.

Techno tried to simply ignore them, the loud music at least covered up their noises. He looked around watching some other people who sat on the couches drink and smoke. Typical frat party, but as long as people left him alone Techno was fine. So he pulled out his phone to check his socials again. To his surprise he still was on Dream's account with the picture open.

Only now did he notice the small details of the outfit, like the choker with a silver heart in the middle or all the rings that adorned his long, slim fingers. His nails were painted a dark red and some gems were around his horns. A bracelet decorated his right wrist, it looked like a snake that wrapped itself around him.

A moan tore Techno's eyes away from his device, eyes widening when he glanced over at the couple. They tried to keep it a secret, obviously, but Techno was observational enough to notice that the two had started fucking. Yeah, the skirt maybe hid their private parts, but it wouldn't hide the thrusts of the two. While the one on top kept moving up and down the dude under them kept rolling his hips up.

Yep, definitely fucking.

Well, the noises weren't too loud either, especially with the loud music blasting around them, but Techno had advanced hearing and sitting next to them wasn't helping. However that was also when he noticed that the moans from the one on top sounded familiar. Another glance to the side revealed that it was not his girlfriend or someone else he remembered he had slept with at some point. But he knew those sounds and he also saw that outfit.

That was when it made click in his head and he looked down at his phone, comparing the outfits from the picture with the one next to him. And just as he had feared, the one that got fucked right in public on a couch next to the piglin was no one else than Dream. With wide eyes the pinkette watched as Dream kept moving his hips, louder moans coming from him by the minute. His face was buried in the other man's shoulder, his arms around his stomach to hold onto his back.

Dream!

It's Dream!

Our favorite!

Right after Techno of course

Sure

Uh-hu!

Techno is the best

But Dre is a close second

Now, Techno didn't want to watch those two, as he never really cared about other people's sex life or anything like that. He also didn't though of it as arousing watching other people fuck. No, he watched because it was Dream. Dream who he hadn't seen in a while was just moaning right next to him and riding some stranger's dick. How could he not watch?

By now he had his weakness for the sheep-hybrid, however knowing nothing good would ever come out of it. That they lived in two completely different ways was proven by the fact of what was happening in that moment.

And yes, he kept watching until suddenly green eyes opened, widening the second they made contact with ruby ones. Dream stilled, mouth partly opened as he eyed the pinkette. He flinched slightly when his partner squeezed his waist, his cheek pressing up against the blonde and mumbling something.

Techno kept the intense eye contact and he raised an eyebrow when he noticed Dream thinking about something. Probably if he should continue or stop after knowing that Techno had discovered them. A little nod was the answer Techno needed and so it was not surprising when the blonde started to move again. But now his eyes were on the pinkette and Techno enjoyed it in some kind of fucked up way. Because yeah, Dream was riding someone else's cock right now, but he was looking at Techno. He did it now to either enrage the piglin or to impress and both of them were equally as satisfying to the pinkette.

Now that Dream was right next to him Techno could see what was not visible in the picture. Like the cat eyeliner Dream wore or the dark red eye shadow that glittered lightly. Short said: Dream looked gorgeous and it did kind of annoy the piglin that it wasn't himself who had Dream like this.

It wasn't Techno who forced those little noises out of Dream. It wasn't him who made him move erratic up and down. It was not him who got him to blush like that. It wasn't him holding him by his waist.

So Techno huffed out and stood up, maybe Dream wouldn't see it as jealousy and more in a way that the piglin did not care. Because he shouldn't care, he was in a relationship after all. Techno fled into the kitchen, sighing heavily once he arrived there. He wondered where Kaitlin was as he pulled out his phone and left Dream's page. Instead going to Kaitlin, seeing that she had posted something in her story. There first was a picture of her in her outfit, then one of Techno's back probably taken when they entered the building together.

He rolled his eyes at the caption, it said 'gotta party with this cutie' as if they didn't separate the second they stepped in here. There was a third picture, one of her and a group of friend partying. He recognized a few of them but didn't remember their name, they simply weren't important enough for him.

Time passed while Techno stayed on his phone, liking picture and chatting with Philza from time to time. His father had been working on a bird house the last few days and sent the progress to his sons to get some feedback from them. Techno was just answering to the latest picture he had gotten a few hours prior when he felt lips press against his ear and hands on his hips. “Hey,” a voice whispered and the pinkette jumped away.

When he turned he saw a wheezing Dream holding his stomach and bending over, thinking of the situation as amusing. “Bruh,” Techno scoffed out, watching how the blonde slowly gained control again. “It wasn't that funny.”

“It kinda was,” Dream shrugged it off with another chuckle before smiling up at the taller man. It surprised Techno that he saw something akin to affection in those green eyes. Eyes that had become duller once more, that lost most of their shine along the way. At least he didn't see any bruises on him. “Are you alone here?”

“Nah, my girlfriend is with me,” Techno answered, watching Dream's connection. And the sheep-hybrid probably would have fooled most people, but not him. No, Techno saw every little movement of Dream's facial expression. His eyes widened just a bit and the corners of his mouth pulled down for a second before a fake smile was back on. “But she's not with me right now. Partying with friends of hers.”

“A girlfriend, eh?” Echoed Dream, “Never thought you'd get one of those,” Techno cocked a brow at that and the blonde hastily tried to explain what he meant. “Not you having a partner! But that said partner is a girl, you know? Thought you'd be like me.” Again Dream tried to shrug it of.

“I'm pan,” it was enough of a short answer, there really was no need to for further explanation. And it looked like Dream understood, nodding sharply once before continuing the talk.

“And who is she?” The blonde smiled up again before hopping on top of the kitchen counter to be more on Techno's height. “Do I know her?”

Techno shrugged as he leaned against the counter next to the other, elbows up to lean against them. “I don't know if you know her but you have probably heard of her. It's Kaitlin, the cheerleader captain?”

“No fucking way!” Dream gasped out, mouth standing widely open after hearing that. “You fuck the cheerleader captain?! Dude, that's pretty sick.” Techno chuckled at that and shook his head in amusement. “How is she?”

“Well,” the pinkette started while thinking about this question. “To be honest, we aren't really serious. Even though we said we'd be exclusive I don't think she is. I'm pretty sure she fucks around a lot.” And Techno did not care and that was obvious as he had the most neutral look on his face as he told Dream about his thoughts.

“What...?” Dream sounded a bit sad, his cheerful spirit almost completely knocked out of him. “That's awful, why are you still with her then?”

“I just don't care, not when it's her. I guess I didn't have big expectations from the beginning when it came to this relationship. What about you? Was that dude your boyfriend?”

“Nah,” now it was Dream's time to shake his head, “it was one of Punz' football friends. He had been after me for a while and I was in the mood, so I let him.” He licked his lips as he thought back to it before glancing to Techno, smiling. “He was good, pretty intense.”

“Is that why you held eye contact with me?” It was a provocative question, one many wouldn't ask, but Techno ain't a pussy. Dream fell silent at first, looking down at his painted fingernails before looking back up, ruffling through his pink hair.

“He was good, but you watching me? It made it better,” mumbled the blonde out with a glimmer in his eyes Techno didn't know how to describe. For a second those emerald were back. “For a bit I could imagine it was you under me,” dared the blonde to whisper out, leaning closer to the pinkette. “Do you wanna take revenge on Kaitlin?”

“I'm not sleeping with you, Dream,” growled the piglin out but he earned just a giggle from him.

“No, not that far, I know you by now, Techno. You wouldn't sleep with a filthy slut like me,” Dream said it like it didn't matter to Techno. Like it wasn't a big confession that Dream knew that he was the slut of the college people made bets about how fast they could get him into their bed. He pulled out his phone and shook it a bit to get Techno's attention. “Let's take a selfie, I post it on my social media to make your little cheerleader jealous.”

It was tempting, imagening the rage Kaitlin would probably feel, when she even cared about this. “Why do you think she sees that and why should she care?”

“Oh honey, you need to learn so much about cheerleader,” the blonde giggled with amusement, his eyes getting smaller from the bright grin that grew on his face. “Kaitlin sees you as her property, she may be allowed whatever the fuck she wants because she thinks so fucking high and mighty of herself, but you are not. So when she sees that the most popular dude on campus is with you? She will burn.” He cackled in amusement and Techno tried to force down his own smile from growing. “And she will see it, she always sees my post to make sure I don't have something better than her.”

“And you don't see hers? Because I already was in some of her pictures and stories.”

“Nah, I don't need a boost like that. I actually don't care what that bitch does with her life,” Dream shrugged with one shoulder before pulling Techno closer. Maybe Techno should defend his partner, but Dream was right and he didn't plan to lie to Dream.

So he scooted over to the blonde until their bodies were pressed together. Dream wrapped an arm around Techno's shoulder and rubbed his cheek against his for a second. Then he lifted his arm with the front camera already open, ready to take a picture. Before he pressed on the trigger he moved a bit more. Now the corner of their lips were touching and it looked like Dream would want to kiss him. Techno simply smiled back, a weak and not really visible smile, but a smile nonetheless.

The screen shone up when the picture was taken and Dream immediately went to his gallery to look at it. A soft smile was on his lips as he examined it and an even softer one grew on Techno's own lips as he watched Dream. He soon pulled himself together again when the blonde looked up after posting it. “There, she will die from jealousy,” he cackled out, the pinkette joining him just sounding less evil. “You can be happy to have a selfie with me, give me your phone so I can save my number in there, then I can send it to you.”

It was a good enough reason for Techno, even though no reason had be needed. The pinkette didn't have his number since Dream changed it shortly after the graduation party. After getting his phone back he immediately got a message.

Daydream
:)

He's so cute

Daydream? Nah, why is he so adorable?

And a smiley as a greeting

We should eat him

And protect him

And break up with Kaitlin to be with him

Our little Dreamie

“Daydream?” Techno whispered while looking at the phone screen.

“That's how Tubbo called me when he was younger,” explained the blonde while sending the selfie they had made.

“What did you mean I was lucky to get a picture?”

“Well, a lot of people want to take picture with me and I often decline unless I'm in a good mood or know that person very well,” Dream looked through the room like he was looking for someone. “Punz for example can always take pictures with me, he doesn't even need to ask. Just holds his phone up and I pose a bit with him. But there are also some who want to take, well, certain kind of pictures.”

Techno winced when he heard that and wrinkled his nose in discuss. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, today for example I wear a top with a pretty big cutout, so some people try to angle their phone so that you see as much of my chest as possible,” finally Dream seemed to have found the person he looked for. His eyes immediately lidded and he smiled at them with a half smile, his tongue poking out for a second. “And then there are also some people who try to take pictures of me before or after I have sex with them. But that's one of my big No-Gos.”

“Really? Pictures are your boundaries?” Techno asked curiously while looking at the selfie on social media, it gaining a lot of like in just a few seconds.

“Yeah, I don't really have any control of those, you know?” Dream smiled at him before his face twisted. “People can just send them around or post them somewhere. Though most don't even ask, but there are some, well, weasels who would definitely want pictures. And one is on his way right now.” When Techno looked up in question he noticed a young man walking towards them, he was a weasel-hybrid.

“Dream!” He cheerfully said, his voice hurting Techno's ears from how weirdly high-pitched it was. “It's so nice to see you, you wanna dance?” The person pressed close to Dream, wiggling his thin eyebrows at him. Dream looked away and hid his face behind a hand, pretending to be embarrassed or something. In reality he made eye contact with Techno and pretended to retch. It made Techno chuckle, yet wonder who that dude was.

“I'm not really in the mood,” Dream sighed out before leaning closer to the noirette, “but I'd like a drink, would you fix me something?”

“Of course!” The dude agreed immediately, showing just how desperate he was to get any kind of attention from the blonde. Within a second he was on the other side of the kitchen, grabbing a cup and some bottles.

Techno watched him while listening to Dream humming to the music that blasted in through the door. The weasel-hybrid covered the cup with his back, moving his arms around a lot. Fixing a drink shouldn't take that long, but maybe there was some certain way Dream wanted it, wouldn't surprise the pinkette.

“Here you go!” Dream smiled as he accepted the cup, taking a long sip from it before exhaling through his mouth. “You like it? Wanna dance now?”

“It's good!” praised the blonde before taking yet another long gulp. “But I'm not in the mood right now, maybe later. But... could you check where Punz is for me? I need to ask him something but my feet hurt from all the moving tonight,” Dream pouted and put on his best puppy eyes at him. The man accepted and was gone within a second.

“Wow, that guy's desperate,” commented Techno after he was gone, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “You really playing with him, aren't you?”

“I will never ever sleep with that dude,” another sip was taken shortly before Dream continued his explanation. “He's one of them I talked about, who would brag about fucking me and spreading around how I begged him to fuck me into the mattress or some shit.”

“But do you need to lead him on like that?”

“Yeah, so he does what I say,” giggled the blonde out as he finished his cup, placing it down on the kitchen counter and jumping off of it. “I'm going to hang a bit with Punz, want to join us?” Dream lay his hand on Techno's upper arm, squeezing lightly.

A sigh forced it's way out of Techno's mouth, he was doing that way too often lately. “Nah, I'll stay here.” Dream pouted but accepted that, waving at him before walking out of the kitchen and into the ocean of bodies.

Techno would never understand him, first he get ignored by the blonde and now he was flirting with him. Yeah, he was drunk or at least a bit woozy, but still. It looked like Dream had some control over his body even when drunk, probably came from excessive drinking every weekend. There was a tolerance and therefore he had at least some knowledge of what he was doing.

So why did he waste his time flirting with Techno even though he said he had a girlfriend? Said girlfriend was even on the same party yet Dream didn't care at all. It looked like he saw it more of a challenge or funny game, wanting to make Kaitlin jealous.

It annoyed him how Dream saw this as something silly to just amuse himself with, how he didn't take it serious at all. Maybe he saw the piglin just as one of those toys too. Like that weasel who he pretends to like in order to get what he wants, just that the only thing he could gain from Techno was his attention. This was probably already enough to amuse the sheep-hybrid.

The next time he checked the time he saw he had been thinking about the blonde for more than half an hour. With a loud huff out of annoyance Techno pushed away from the counter, deciding to look for Kaitlin so they could leave. He wasn't really in the mood anymore to deal with annoying people like the drunks in the building. But before he had to clear his head a bit, so he decided to check for a bathroom.

Walking around the house proved to be annoying even more, because people tried to dance with him. Others wanted him to join some dumb drinking game and then there were the stoners. He wouldn't even start talking about those. Punz was with them, remarkably without Dream. So up the stairs he went, feeling relieved when not a soul was up there.

However when he walked through the hall and passed some doors, freezing when he heard a moan. And not just any moan. It was a deja-vu, really, how the sound of Dream's moan made his head whip around. This time though was different, because it was behind a door, a slightly ajar door.

Listen, normally Techno wouldn't do that, okay? He has no interest in watching Dream getting fucked into the mattress. But something seemed off, it just didn't feel right to simply walk past the door and ignore that sound. So yes, he peeked inside, sue him. What he saw he didn't like.

There was Dream, laying on his back with his head to the said, eyes half lidded as he seemed to be in a daze. Above him what that weasel-hybrid, phone in his hand and angling it down towards the blonde. His free hand was slowly moving to move the short skirt, flipping it up. It was already weird as it was, considering what Dream had said about him before, but then he heard it.

Those weren't moans of pleasure or whimper of joy. No, those were little calls for help. “...:St-.... Stop...” Dream mumbled out, his hand slowly moving to the guys wrist, however letting go when he moved away. “....pl'se... don't...”

“Keep still!” The other hissed out, moving his phone a bit closer to Dream's soon exposed crotch. “It'll get blurry when you keep moving.” Dream exhaled heavily, tears starting to build in his eyes as he kept whimpering.

Dream needs help!

That creep is touching Dream!

There's something wrong!

That dude was about to rape Dream.

Protect Dream!

Help him!

Blood

Dream!

Techno knew there was something wrong with him needing so long to make the drink.

Dream

Protect

Blood

Blood

Dream

Blood for the Blood God!

And without wasting another second Techno threw the door open, making it crash against the wall. The weasel-hybrid jumped and turned around fast, eyes wide in fear as he saw the figure standing in the door frame. It seemed like he recognized Techno from before because he fast scrambled away from Dream. “You fucking asshole,” the piglin growled out, taking steps towards the bed.

“Don't hurt me!” The man cried out, covering his face with his hands before falling off the bed on the other side. Fast standing up he pressed himself against the wall, watching as Techno kept growling and huffing out.

“You pervert deserve to be beaten up!” Now, everyone knew Techno as a nerd since he's most often seen reading books or studying in the library. But it was undeniable that the piglin was buff, not only because it came from his genes, but because Techno went to the gym three times per week. So yeah, he could beat that weasel up without any problems.

“It's his own fault!” Yelled the filthy asshole, pointing towards Dream who lay still on the bed, skirt still pushed up and reveal his underwear. His eyes were dazed and tears started to roll down his cheeks, damping the pillow under him. “He keeps treating me like his little slave only to get rid of me afterwards! It's what I deserve!”

“The only thing you deserve is a life in fucking prison!” When Techno was about to walk around the bed to get that disgusting excuse of a man he heard a whimper and froze. He looked down and Dream was looking at him, recognizing him even through those dull eyes.

“Techno...” He mumbled, trying to move his hand to him, Techno grabbed it and squeezed lightly. “...'m n't feelin' good...”

“I know,” Techno mumbled while kneeing down, stroking through the pink hair. The weasel used the moment to run out the room, screaming in fear from the piglin following him. But Techno stayed next to Dream, trying to comfort him in any way he could. “Shit, Dream, I need to get you to the hospital.”

“No..!” Dream tried to call out, but it didn't really work. “...no...” Techno frowned at him, not knowing what he should do. He looked through the room before looking back at Dream.

“Should I take you somewhere? To your dorm maybe?” Dream nodded and soon Techno stood back up, made sure Dream looked decent again and then slowly picked him up bridal style. The blonde didn't have any strength to wrap his arms around the piglin, so he simply snuggled his face against his chest, hiding his face.

To their luck Techno knew where Dream's dorm was, he had read it online when someone tried to take 'revenge' on Dream and publishing his dorm number on social media. It didn't really worked though, because instead of getting harassed some people brought him food or drinks or whatever. Techno had read about it so he didn't need to try and get the number from Dream.

While walking through the dark night the piglin could feel his shirt getting damped from Dream's tears. The poor sheep-hybrid must feel awful and all the pinkette wanted to do it curl up under a blanket with him and protect him from the dirt of this world. The voices agreed with him.

After walking for a bit more than ten minutes they arrived at the door and Techno opened it, sighing as he noticed that Dream did not bother to lock it. He checked if Dream's room mate was there, but they were alone and so he lay the blonde down on his bed, recognizing it by the clothes that were thrown on top of it.

When Techno tried to leave and get a glass of water from the sink in the bathroom, he felt a weak hand clawing in his shirt. “...Don' leave,” Dream whispered out, eyes on the piglin in a desperate plea.

“I'll just get a glass of water,” explained Techno in an almost inaudible voice, carefully freeing his shirt from the hand. “I'll be right back, I promise.” And without looking at Dream again – because he probably would lose against his eyes - he left to return a few seconds later with water. Carefully he made Dream drink from it, then put the glass away before helping Dream to get out of the clothes – after asking him if it was okay of course. He changed him into a wide shirt, but when he wanted to tuck him in he felt that pull again.

“Cuddle...?” He asked silently, big eyes looking up at Techno. And those weren't the eyes that simply wanted attention, those were eyes that showed fear, that asked to be not left alone. So with a huff and removing his own shirt and way too tight pants, Techno climbed into the bed next to Dream. The two looked at each other for a bit before they closed their eyes, ready to sleep the awful night away.

When Techno woke up the next day he felt a slim body pressed up against him his own arms were wrapped around a waist. He slowly opened his eyes to look down at his chest, seeing Dream snuggled up on top of him. His breath was slow and eyes still closed, hands against Techno's side to hold onto the piglin.

Techno smiled softly, moving one hand to stroke through the pink hair, getting rid of some of the knots. He pressed his nose against his head, breathing in his scent and wrinkling his nose as he smelled smoke and alcohol. Still he kissed the top of his head while his other hand drew circles into his hip. The piglin thought about what happened the night before, thinking back how he found Dream under this weasel and the anger he felt.

Poor Dream

Protect

He needs us!

Protect

He's save now

Dream

The arm around Dream's waist tightened as Techno closed his eyes. When he felt the man on top of him starting to squirm he pulled away, looking right at him. Dream slowly opened his eyes, he had a crease in his brows but his eyes slowly gained the little bit of shine he had left the more he woke up. “...head hurts,” he mumbled before snuggling closer to the piglin, hiding his face in his neck.

Techno chuckled lightly and kept stroking through his hair, admiring the pink color but feeling a bit relieved when he saw the original gold returning at his hairline. It's not that Dream looked bad with the pink, but the gold was how he knew him. The gold gave him hope that the old Dream was still there somewhere. “Understandable, do you remember last night?”

“...barely... just... like... what that weasel...” Dream sighed heavily and held onto Techno. “Shit... not again...”

“Again?” A frown grew on Techno's face, wrinkling his eyebrows as the question stood in the room. There came no noise from Dream so the piglin had to push the topic a bit. “What do you mean with again?”

“Well,” Dream groaned and slowly sat up on top of the pinkette, looking down at him as he rubbed his arm slowly. “This isn't the first try to drug me to, well, do this shit to me. Another person, yes, but still the same situation. Back then Punz found me and beat that asshole up...”

“What the fuck,” mumbled the piglin before sitting up, placing his hands on Dream's waist, squeezing just a bit. “We should go to the police, we both know who that asshole is.”

“No, the police will only make it worse,” argued the blonde, leaning closer to Techno.

“Bruh, you almost got rap-”

“I know! I know...” Dream sounded broken, his voice trembled. “But still, it will just complicate this shit and I don't have the energy to deal with that additionally to college stuff.” Techno disagreed, he wanted to go to the police, he wanted that asshole to get what he deserved... But he also wanted to listen to Dream and make sure he was okay. And when not going to the police would help him with that? Well, then so it was.

“...Then let me help you,” whispered Techno as he hugged the sheep-hybrid close, burying his nose in Dream's neck. “Let me back in your life so I can male sure you are alright.” The only answer he got was a nod. Slowly the two slid back onto the mattress, Dream completely on top of Techno.

They stayed there for almost the whole day, after a while they got their phones, checking for messages. Dream had complained to be tired all day and that the light from outside hurt his eyes. So they lay there with the blanket on top of them and the blinds stayed down. Techno also asked about his roommate and he learned that he was almost never there as he mostly slept in the frat house with a 'friend'.

“Heh,” Dream chuckled after a while, his cheek pressing against Techno's pecs. “Your girlfriend just commented on our selfie.”

Techno raised an eyebrow and looked down at the blonde. “Did she?”

“Yeah,” a little evil smile was on Dream's lips as he glanced up at the pinkette. “Says that I should stay away because you're taken.”

Techno scoffed at that, surprised that Kaitlin cared at all. He's pretty sure she didn't even notice that he had left her behind on the party. That was when his phone started to explode with text messages from said woman.

Kaitlin
Techno!
Where r u?!
Did u leave with that slut?!
When yes then u dont have 2 come back 2 me!
He probably has like 20 STDs!
Also since when do u like dudes?!
Answer me!
Techno!
I see that u see my messages!!
ANSWER ME RN!

Techno rolled his eyes as he read through the incoming messages, already annoyed from her.

Techno
Calm down, I didn't sleep with him
Dream and I are childhood friends and he didn't feel too well last night so I brought him home

Kaitlin
Seriously?
U think I believe u?

Techno
I mean considering how often I ignored you fucking around with others you could at least believe me when I tell the truth

Kaitlin
EXCUSE ME?!
What is wrong with u
??????
How dare u talk 2 me like that?!
Do u want me 2 break up w u?!

Techno
Bruh
You seriously going to pretend that you didn't cheat on me at least a dozen times?
But I actually don't care, because I'm the one breaking up with you now
Goodbye Kaitlin, I hope you grow up and find a healthy relationship
…
Bitch

With a grin on his lips Techno blocked her contact, chuckling because he saw her typing something before he pressed the button. Hopefully she'd leave him alone, because now he had someone else to concentrate on.

Dream!

Dream our beloved

Our cutie

Our Dream

Nah, Techno wasn't delusional enough to think that Dream belonged to him or something like that. He wanted this to be true, but it wasn't just because the blonde gave him a bit of affection for one day.

“What are you chuckling about?” Asked the blonde with his own smirk on his lips, his fingers in front of his mouth and biting on them weakly.

“Looks like I am single now,” deadpanned the pinkette, no ounce of regret in his voice.

Dream gasped loudly, fast sitting up but regretting it with a full body wince. “No way she broke up!”

“Bruh, why do you immediately assume that it was her who broke up?”

“You broke up?!” squeaked the blonde, his mouth wide open. “Good for you! You deserve someone better than that bitch!” Techno chuckled and looked up at the man who sat on his lap, thighs caging the pinkette in. Dream smiled down at him before falling back on his chest, forcing out a soft 'oof' from the taller man. “...You deserve someone so much better.”

“Do I?” Questioned the pinkette, his hand found their way to Dream neck, stroking along the skin there. He felt a shudder run through Dream's body and he chuckled amused. The blonde was pressing his cheek against Techno's chest again, not looking up to him.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, arms squeezing the pigling's side before stroking along his body, feeling the muscles under him. “Someone sweet who looks after you as much as you look after them. A person who truly loves you. Who likes to sit in the library with you and watch you read. Or who asks you questions you need to know for an exam. Someone who doesn't force you on those dumb parties where you'll just sit somewhere until the other is ready to leave.”

Dream then turned his head so that he looked up at Techno, some kind of defeat visible in his eyes. “You deserve someone not even this godforsaken World deserves. A someone who is too good to be true.” The blonde got closer, their noses almost touching as they stared into each other's eyes. And Techno wanted to close the distance, wanted to tell Dream that he didn't need someone like that, that he only needed Dream.

But before he got the chance to open his mouth the sheep-hybrid pressed their foreheads together, eyes closed. “...my head hurts...”

Techno exhaled heavily, arms wrapping around Dream's way too slim waist to keep him close. “You should sleep more then.” And with that the two settled, still half naked and under the covers, arms wrapped around each other. It was only the next day that Techno went back to his own dorm, ready to take a shower and overthink everything.

…..

Since then the two hung out more often, Dream went to less parties than he used to. Instead he spent a lot of time with Techno, reading or just being on his phone. For Techno himself didn't change much, he got his peace. The only change was that he saw Dream at least twice a week, sometimes even more.

It was three months after the party and it was a regular Friday, Techno just finished his last class for the week when he checked his phone.

Daydream
u can leave without me
have to talk with my teacher about my grade

Techno raised a brow of his as he read this message. He'd rather wait outside the room like he usually would than leave without the blonde. They did plan to go to the mall after all and going there alone and then wait there wouldn't be much better. At least the school halls were mostly empty and no one would stare at him as he waited.

So the piglin made his way to the other building to meet up with Dream. How long could it take to talk to a teacher, right? He arrived in front of the reading room after a bit more than five minutes, noticing that the hall was already completely empty. Techno decided to lean against the wall next to the door, noticing that it was just slightly ajar.

When he was about to get his phone curiosity won over and he moved closer to the door. Leaning to the side he dared to peek inside, even though he knew that the talk between a professor and a student was confidential. Well, that didn't really matter though as he soon found out.

He almost let his phone drop when he saw Dream, pressed down against the desk of the professor, jeans folded around his ankles as the way older man pounded into him. The blonde had his arms stretched out in front of him, holding onto the edge of the wooden desk. His mouth was wide open as silent moans fell out, his eyes shut with tears bordering to fall out. The professor held onto his hip, making them both move to get as much pleasure out of this.

Techno's eyes were wide as he watched, trying to avert his eyes but he just couldn't. This was wrong. This was wrong on so many levels. That professor was at least thirty years older than Dream and he was his professor, for fuck's sake! Only now did it dawned on the piglin what Dream meant back at the party a few months ago.

Yes. His mouth was pretty persuasive.

God fucking damn it.

It that allowed?

Of course not

A teacher with a student?!

Why would Dream do that?!

Why is this happening?!

Suddenly Techno's gaze met Dream's, green eyes blurry as the tears finally started to fall. He moved one hand from his spot where he held onto the table. Immediately his body started moving more as he was pushed forward with every new thrust. His now free hand moved to Dream's swollen lips, his index pressing against them to show Techno to stay silent.

And Techno did more than just be silent. The pinkette moved away from the door, getting distance between him and the room. Between him and Dream. There always would be distance, every time Techno thought Dream and him had come closer something like this happens. Every damn time the blonde found a way to break Techno's heart.

Techno was about to walk out of the building and to his dorm when he heard footsteps coming closer in a fast pattern. Then, already outside, did a hand land on his shoulder and pulled him around. “Hey!” Dream panted out as he tried to catch his breath, button up shirt not even completely closed yet. “Sorry for keeping you waiting, I-”

“What the fuck are you doing Dream?” Techno spat out, venom in his voice as he slapped the blonde's hand away. A weak 'what' came from the sheep-hybrid whose eyes suddenly got wide. “Fucking with a teacher? Are you insane?!”

“Techno, calm down-”

“There's nothing to calm down about! This is sick, Dream!” Argued Techno, anger flowing in his voice while all Dream did was glance away. “There's a lot of shit I saw you doing and I ignored it, okay? I always thought he might have a reason to behave like that but this? Nah, forget it.” While Techno had been talking Dream had pulled out a cigarette and lit it, hands trembling but this time Techno did not care.

“I would have failed the class-”

“Then study!” Yelled the piglin right into the other's face, making him flinch away. “Instead of going to those dumb parties and sucking every dude's cock you should sit your ass down and study! But no, looks like all you can do is having sex with people but this shit ain't it, Dream! And I honestly can't deal with all this anymore.”

Dream blew the smoke out before he tried to answer. “But this was my only chance now, Techno! When I'd fail this class I'd have to-”

“I don't care, Dream,” Techno sighed out as he rubbed his eyebrows, head shaking. “What would your father think of you when he'd know about this?”

Dream froze at those words, cigarette falling out of his hand that started to tremble even more. “Don't talk about him...”

“Does he already know? I don't think so because I don't believe he'd like to see his son getting railed by some ass old professor!”

“Techno, shut up...!”

“Why? Because you can't imagine him being disappointed?!”

“Because he's the one who fucked me up!” Dream finally yelled out, tears brimming at his eyes as he bared his – not really sharp – teeth at the piglin. “That wannabe of a man is at fault why I am who I am!”

“What...?” Techno frowned at Dream, not really understanding what he meant. How was it Schlatt's fault that his son was too lazy to study and just interested in sex? “How is any of that Schlatt's fault?”

“You don't understand, you never did! Anyone ever did! There were so many hints on what was going on but no one ever cared enough to look deeper into it...!” Dream sobbed out, the tears finally falling one after another past his cheek and onto the concrete beneath their feet. “All adults saw the hints and so many acted like they had known but none ever did something...! And then I thought that maybe you would, that you'd look at me and see all those fucking bruises and tell someone but... but you didn't....”

Techno watched as the blonde tried to suppress the broken sobs, tried to wipe away the hot tears and stop trembling. But it didn't work, it only got worse with each new second. Dream moved back and leaned against the building's wall in order not to fall and hurt himself physically. After a few seconds Techno's found the courage to talk again. “Dream... what are you trying to-”

“He beat me, Techno!” Dream screamed into the pinkette's face, green eyes blurred and nose running. “Schlatt beat me over and over again for being fuckin' useless to him! He blamed me for mom leaving us, when it was his own fault for not being able to control his own anger...!”

Finally it clicked. All those bruises he saw and that he had mistaken for either his former friends beating him up or bruises from sex. Those were none what they seemed, those were from Schlatt. From Dream's own father.

“Then Tubbo's mom left too and Puffy left because Schlatt would just keep drinking and all...!” Dream rambled on, finally letting everything out that he had pent up inside him. “And everyday he drank more to get his growing problems and bills out of his head fucking head. And when something didn't went the way he wanted? He beat me. Or when I accidentally did something wrong? He beat me? Or when he just drank too much? He. Beat. Me!”

Techno swallowed heavily, guilt starting to eat him up. Guilt and anger.

How could he not have seen it?

How could he have been so blind?

How could he think Schlatt was a good father?

Dumb Techno

TechnoDumb

TechnoDumb

Time for blood

Blood

Blood God!

“...That asshole,” he whispered, baring his teeth and licking over his tusk. “I'll beat that asshole up!” And with those words Techno turned around and started walking to his car, ignoring Dream who followed him after a few seconds.

“No! Techno!” The sheep-hybrid tried to stop him by pulling on his sleeve. “Techno! You'll be in trouble when you do that! You could lose your spot on the college!” He kept pulling and pulling, sometimes tried to get in the way of the pinkette, but he couldn't be stopped. “He's not worth it!”

But Techno saw red. All those bruises he had seen on Dream's body over the years flashed in front of his eyes. All the times he waved it of as nothing serious and just some kind playing too rough or getting in fights with others his age. All those years he had seen his father's eyes narrow in concern for the blonde but thinking nothing too bad. Kids were kids, they got hurt. But that damn giant bruise on his rips should have been an indicator. The open lip that got a plaster put on incorrectly should have been a sign.

The visual of Schlatt blowing smoke of his cigarette into Dream's face after their first meeting should have been the first red flag.

And it had been, but it was almost like all the damn citiy had been colorblind and thought nothing of all this.

Arriving at his car Techno didn't need much strength to hold Dream away and get inside, locking the door as the blonde tried to get in, too. “No, you will stay here. I'll take care of that bastard,” the pinkette almost ordered when his window was down.

Two hands held onto said window, another sad attempt to stop Techno to leave. “Listen to me, just once! This won't change the past, Techno, it will change nothing! All it will do is get you expelled and ruin your future!”

“I've done nothing all those years, it's time to end this, Dream. Also what is about Tubbo?”

“He's fine!” The blonde tried to reassure but after just fining out what a monster Schlatt was? It was hard to believe. “He's with Tommy and Ranboo most of the time and the few times he is actually at home I send money to Schlatt, like that he will be calm.”

“Do you even hear yourself? Your dad-”

“Don't call him that.”

“Schlatt shouldn't need money in order not to flip and beat up his second child!”

“I know!” cried Dream out, slowly giving up on trying to change Techno's mind. “I know, but this is the situation now and you getting there and beating him will make it worse.” Techno looked at Dream, watched him panting with his mouth slightly open. He saw him standing there without any bruises but then, for just a second, he saw the other versions of him, the ones with the open lip, with a bleeding nose, with blue rips and red beaten thighs.

And he knew he had to listen to the voices. So without giving any indication of what would happen next, Techno slammed on the pedal, driving off. He could hear Dream calling after him, saw him in the mirror in a poor attempt to catch up to the car. But soon he got smaller and smaller until he vanished.

When Techno arrived in front of the Wastoken house, looking even more run down. Now that Techno knew about what had happened behind those walls he noticed so much while getting out of the car. There were empty bottles of alcohol on the grass, cigarette butts were pressed against the wall, leaving behind a small mark and the left over on the ground. Some windows were broken, wood placed in front of it to keep the wind out.

It looked sad. It looked run down. It looked like a giant red flag that had been ignored like any other was.

Finally Techno arrived at the door and knocked on it, taking a deep breath to keep at least some control. Then the door got opened, in front stood no one other than Schlatt, cigarette in his mouth, shirt dirty and hanging off his shoulder. There also was some dried vomit at the corner of his mouth and for a second the piglin felt bad for his own hand that was about to make contact with said mouth.

The shout happened not even a second after, as Schlatt held his mouth to check for blood. “What the fuck Techno?! What are you doing?!” The ram-hybrid yelled, anger filling his eyes as he glared at the pinkette.

“I know everything!” Growled techno, arm rising again to land another hit. Successfully. “You beat your own child! You are a monster!” Over and over Techno punched down and when Schlatt was on the ground the piglin got on top of him, still beating and using the man as a boxing sack. Schlatt had his arms in front of his face, protecting himself as much as possible while yelling for Techno to stop. “Do you even understand what you did to him?!”

It was a blur for the piglin, the voices kept screaming for blood and revenge, telling him to kill that bastard of a man. And he wanted to listen to them, he wanted to give in. But he got stopped, he felt arms around him, pulling him away from the bloody man on the ground. He remembered Philza talking to him, telling him to calm down and that he had gone mad. He remembered people running to Schlatt's aid, to help the man get to the hospital. He remembered the police taking him to ask questions on why a good student like Techno did attack a poor man.

And Techno told them the truth. He said that Philza had not asked Dream if he was okay. He said that none of the neighbors ever came to Dream's aid, even with the visible bruises. He said the police had not been there to take Schlatt away who had beaten Dream just like Techno had him. He said how all this effected Dream. He said how his grades suffered horrible under his father violence. He said what he did with Mark even though he had been too young. He said what Dream had to do in order to get a chance in college. He said so much more after that.

Techno had said too much.

After the police let him go Techno stayed home for a weak, getting sick leave from college. He watched how the police got into Schlatt's house and got Tubbo out of there, staying with Puffy in another city for now. Back at college he didn't see Dream again. He had learned from Wilbur that the police came to arrest a professor and that they, as well as some workers of the school, questioned the blonde about everything.

Just a day later Dream packed his bags and left. His social media got deleted and he blocked Techno and Wilbur as well. When the pinkette tried to talk to Punz about it the coyote-hybrid just huffed and told him to leave, that Dream was gone.

Half a year later Schlatt got officially into jail, Tubbo moved in with Techno's family, officially becoming Tommy's brother. Tubbo told him that Dream was there to give a statement, that he didn't want custody for his brother as he couldn't provide him with anything. This was the last time Tubbo saw his brother for a long time.