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

Chapter 4- Work

So this is a long chapter, brace yourselves!  It took me a few days to write and revise this one, and I'm pretty proud of it.  THERE IS SCARRING AND PHYSICAL ABUSE!  I will put a little blurb in parentheses before the worst of it and write a simple summery afterwards.  Alright, I'll stop bothering you with my nonsense.

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The others stood with their dirty dishes and Techno moved to the sitting room. He sat in his new chair and allowed himself to deflate slightly. A few minutes later, quiet footsteps signaled an approach. Straightening his back, Techno turned a little to see George approaching him.

"Philza wanted me to tell you to put on jeans and some kind of t-shirt, it warms up quickly."

"Do you know what we're doing today," Techno inquired.

"We run the farm. Since we are a bit special, we rarely visit town. Most of the food and drinks you'll find come from our own labor," George explained nervously. "We have crops, animals, and just other basic farm things. It also keeps everyone active."

Techno nodded and stood, starting to regret stuffing himself at breakfast. He wasn't sure his old jeans would fit around his waist anymore. He made his way upstairs and back to his room. Closing the door, he made his way over to the dresser and started opening drawers. He drew out his only pair of jeans and an old red button down flannel. He quickly changed, discarding his disgusting old clothes in a basket tucked away in the corner. He pulled the jeans on, relieved to find them able to be buttoned. He went to tug on the shirt but froze. He met his own eyes in the mirror and flinched. His torso was completely covered with small scars and blemishes. However, no new bruises had appeared, which was always a relief. It had been a while since Techno had seen himself in a mirror, and frowned at his lack of muscle.

Maybe all this farm work will fix that, he decided, unable to unglue his eyes. Mirrors really did feel like magic when they aren't readily available.

He took a long look, then pulled the shirt on. He buttoned it up and walked out of the bedroom, metally kicking himself for forgetting to ask for a brush. George was waiting at the top of the steps, gently leaning against the railing.

"Do you need a brush," he asked, eyeing the strawberry locks with interest. At Techno's outraged snort, his cheeks colored and he quickly added, "Sapnap told me you didn't have one."

Techno just nodded, and George quickly walked to his room. He emerged with a different brush than the one Techno had used earlier, but Techno stole it anyways. He pulled the hairband from the barely functioning ponytail and ran it through his hair. When all the knots had been smoothed, he pulled it into a messy, no-nonsense bun on the top of his head. He went to hand the brush back, but George shook his head making his glasses shake slightly.

"You can keep it, we have multiple extras."

"Thanks."

Techno stalked back to his bed room and dropped the brush onto a countertop. He re-emerged ready to tackle anything when he saw an almost naked Quackity fly past him yelling in rapid Spanish and a hysterically laughing Karl chased after him. Techno pressed himself against a wall and averted his eyes. He heard George laughing as well, and slowly looked towards him. The two younger boys had disappeared, Techno assumed, into their room. He laughed softly and made his way back to George. The Brit started down the stairs and Techno followed him. Dream sped past them, holding a white cloth in his hands. Not even a few seconds later, an enraged Sapnap-noticeably missing his headband- barrelled up the stairs as well, yelling profanities and threats at the masked boy. Bad was standing at the bottom of the stairs shouting at Sapnap, "LANGUAGE! THERE ARE CHILDREN!" George didn't even bat an eye, just made his way to the door. Techno followed him in an amused silence.