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

Chapter 6- Memories

So we get a little bit of past today!  Archery was fun, I forgot how peaceful it makes me feel.  It's so easy to just let go of everything except the bow, arrow, and target.  And for those of you wondering, I shoot a 22 pound longbow.  THERE IS ABUSE AND THROWING UP IN THIS CHAPTER!  Again, I will put warnings before it and a short description after it if need be.  Ok, enjoy!

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The next morning, Techno awoke to snoring. He lay in bed for a few minutes, then remembered that he didn't share a room with anyone. He froze, keeping his breathing even and relaxed. Did Phil leave him in the wrong room? As quietly as he could manage, he sat up and looked around. It looked to be his room, but on the floor Karl was curled up into a little ball. He was snuggled in a sleeping bag covered in colorful swirls, and his fluffy brown hair was askew. His soft snores echoed around the room. Techno carefully swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, holding onto the post when a head rush threatened to knock him over. He stepped over the sleeping boy and carefully padded out of the room. Quiet talking from the kitchen reached his ears as he made his way down the stairs.

He slowly made his way across the wooden floors and stopped by the archway. Wilbur, Phil, and Dream were all seated around the table, talking. Wilbur had bags under his eyes, and Phil was slumped over a cup of steaming liquid. Dream had his back to him. Techno rapped his knuckles against the wall, and they all looked at him.

"Mornin Techno," Dream said through a yawn, his back twitching as he stretched. Wilbur gave an attempted smile, and Phil's eyes warmed.

"What happened, you guys look like you've been through hell," Techno said, scared of the answer. The three looked at each other, stunned.

"You don't remember," Wilbur asked, incredulous. Techno shook his head, worried.

"Well, once you fell asleep you started flailing and yelling. Dream and Wilbur were the only ones who could calm you down, and had Karl there to keep their energy levels up" Phil said cautiously, watching Techno for a reaction. Techno's eyes widened, and his blood turned to ice. He felt a little bit of guilt, but shoved it away, determined to get at least a few answers.

"How?"

"Dream could alter the memory for at least a little while, and Wilbur's singing made you quiet down."

"What do you mean 'alter the memory?'"

"I create illusions," Dream explained wearily. "I can access your most recent memories, thoughts, and experiences and alter them. Or I can create entirely new scenarios."

Techno felt his muscles clench at the word "memories." He knew exactly what Dream saw, and wasn't in the mood for his pity.

"What about Wilbur," he asked through clenched teeth.

"I'm a siren," the Brit replied. "Singing makes my voice extremely potent." Techno nodded. He looked at Dream and said,

"And I assume you told Phil what you say?"

"Only Phil, until you're comfortable with telling the others," Dream responded, guilt lacing his voice. Techno nodded, then drifted back to the living room. He subconsciously sat in his chair and floated a book towards him. He cracked it open, but couldn't force himself to read. He had never told anyone about his past, and now an almost stranger knew some of his worst experiences. The only person who remotely knew what had happened was Squidkid, but only because he had been with Techno during the fight. He took a steady breath and squished the memories back into the mental box.

He started to read, and soon the words drowned everything out. The sun barely peeked over the hills and through the window, so Techno read by the light from the fire. After reading through a few chapters, footsteps made him jump. He looked up to see an exhausted Wilbur making his way over.