It's No Longer Just Your War- Dream SMP AU

Chapter 2- Answers

Hello, I am back sooner than I thought!  I've written a small portion of this story already, so it's mainly a matter of when I'm not feeling too lazy to copy and paste.  This chapter is shorter, but I didn't want my first chapter to be extremely long.  There is minor cursing, but that's about it.  Ok, part two here we come!

"Language," Bad reminded lazily, then bolted upright.

The noise died off as the rest of the kitchen noticed the new arrival. Techno grabbed a knife from the table and palmed it, watching the shifter's every movement. He held it loosely, waiting for the first move. Finally, Phil sliced through the deadly silence.

"Techno, meet Fundy. Fundy, Techno," he said, eyes darting between the two.

"What," Techno said softly, menacingly, "is going on here?"

"If you put the knife down I can explain Techno."

"Yeah, like hell that's gonna happen."

"Tubbo?"

Suddenly the knife was no longer in Techno's hand and Tubbo was standing at Philza's side. Techno gave a gruff sarcastic laugh.

"Ok, the knife's gone. Now tell me what you're playing at."

Phil gave a low sigh and Fundy winced apologetically. He got up and made his way to the living room, motioning for Techno to follow him. The others filed out with him watching Techno closely. He followed them warily, debating whether he should grab another knife. As he entered the living room, his first observation was all the seats were taken.

Sitting is overrated anyways, he thought, standing closely to an exit in case he needed to bolt. He probably wouldn't make it too far with Tubbo's speed though.

"Quackity," Philza inquired.

Quackity closed his eyes and clenched his hands on his armchair. A second later, there was a pop and an armchair appeared behind Techno. It was made of wood that had been painteda  dark, golden yellow, with a red velvet back and cushions. It was regal but not over-the-top. Techno gave it a wary glance then glared at Phil.

"I know that you don't trust us, but you're going to want to sit down for this one."

Techno gave the shifter another suspicious look, then gingerly sat down. When nothing further happened, he relaxed slightly and looked to Phil.

"Alright. None of us are normal."

"To say the least," Karl whispered loudly. Tommy elbowed him with a giggle.

"Ignore them. Anyways, we all have, abilities. We were going to tell you after dinner, but Fundy was late."

The ginger boy looked away, scandalized.

"When I was born, immediately the doctors realized something was off. Most babies aren't born with wings." Phil paused for a second, then continued. "As I grew older, I learned to hide them, just as you have learned to hide your talent, Techno."

Techno flinched, still distrustful. However, the bit with wings was interesting.

"When my parents died, they left me a large sum of money. I found this old farmhouse and renovated it. Then I started looking for others like me. Fellow people that were different. I found a tiny little Quackity cast out by his parents for summoning random toys and food."

"They were deeply religious," he explained at Techno's questioning snort. "Thought I was a demon baby or something."

"I discovered newborn Tubbo in a box on the outskirts of town. I ran into Fundy trying to pickpocket me in California. Dream and George caught me with my wings and demanded answers. I found all these kids and took them in. I've been training them ever since."

Everyone was smiling fondly at the memories. Fundy gave a soft snort and his hair color changed to blonde for a second. Tommy giggled about Tubbo in a box.

"And now, I've found you," Phil finished.

"So you're basically Professor X from X-Men," Techno pointed out.

"I guess so, but we don't have cool names or anything."

"And I assume you already know what I can do?"

"A demonstration wouldn't be bad."

Techno stood up and closed his eyes. He blocked out the noise of the fire, the restless shifting, and the wind gently brushing branches against the window. He focused on the chair behind him. He could sense it and every other object in the room, including the secret staircase opened by the bookcase. But he'd focus on that later.

For now, Techno wrapped an invisible hand around the chair and lifted it. It was heavier than he thought, but he still held on. He forced it upwards a few feet before gently letting it back down. About five inches from the ground, he lost control and it dropped with a thud. He collapsed backwards, exhausted. The last time he had tried something that heavy, well he didn't want to think about it. He expected the others to be unimpressed and scoff at him, but everyone was wide-eyed and incredulous.

"That's pretty amazing control," Phil said, grinning widely. Karl, Tommy, Wilbur, and Sapnap all had open mouths. Dream, well Dream was still wearing the mask. George, Bad, Fundy, and Quackity were quietly applauding. Techno opened his bleary eyes and closed them quickly. The fire and lighting caused a searing headache to shoot through him and he gave a soft yelp.

"Hold still," Bad's voice said, over on his right. Techno held still as he felt light fingers rest against his forehead. Almost immediately, the headache vanished. Techno's eyes flew open in shock as Bad's fingers disappeared. Bad gave him a gentle smile and returned to his seat, which appeared to be carved out of a dark stone.

"Bad's our healer," Phil said softly. "He can't control it so he has to wear gloves." Bad gave a weary smile and pulled black elbow length silk gloves back on. Techno had been so overwhelmed by everything he had totally missed it. He had also missed Tubbo zipping around, more than any normal person would.

Speaking of Tubbo, the young boy was yawning and drooping on Tommy's shoulder. Tommy wrapped an arm around him and pulled him closer. Karl was staring at the flames, but his eyelids were obviously heavy. Quackity yawned softly and attempted to conceal it. Phil noticed however.

"Come on boys, off to bed we go," he said, gently picking up a sleeping Tubbo. The younger boys stood and followed Phil, forgetting to act awake. Bad got up as well and trekked up the stairs, somewhat dragging his feet. Wilbur hummed a song softly under his breath and tapped his fingers against his arm. Fundy excused himself to the bathroom. Dream, George, and Sapnap sat together on a couch and talked quietly. Techno gazed into the flames, before remembering his book. It's not too big, I should be able to grab it.

He found it on a forgotten shelf and gently wrapped his concentration around it like a bubble. The book floated across the room and into his lap. Wilbur grinned knowingly at him and turned his attention back to his song. Techno flipped open to the page he was on and continued where he left off. One by one, the others made their way upstairs. Soon it was just Techno, Phil, and Fundy. The shifter was curled up closest to the fire, the orange flames highlighting his porcelain skin. Techno finished the book with a content sigh. It always ended happily, he wanted a change. Maybe something going wrong or a giant final twist.

He got up and stretched, cracking his back.

"Night Phil, Fundy," he said awkwardly. Phil bid him a good night and Fundy just nodded. Techno climbed the stairs and entered his room. He pulled a pair of nightclothes from a drawer and changed quickly. Letting his hair down from the pink ponytail, Techno faced himself in the mirror. A healthy blush had already taken over his cheeks and his eyes were alight with a new light he had yet to see from himself. With a satisfied smirk, he flicked off the light and padded to the bathroom. He finished his nightly routine and stalked back to his room. He flopped down onto his bed and pulled the soft sheets over his body. After a day with this many twists and turns, Techno was ready to sleep.

Aww poor defensive Techno.  I tried to keep everyone's personalities, but make them more like teens.  I have no clue if I succeeded.  The friend who forced me to get an account is probably gonna see this, so... hi!  Anyways have a good day/night :) 

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