Broken- DreamNotFound/ Gream

Chapter. 37

Day: 23

Life Count: 26

George:

Dream woke up before him.

His green eyes were already open, a bit sleep filled and dull, but he had just kept still, waiting for George to wake up. The brown haired man had blinked awake to Dream smiling up at him, arms still wrapped around the shorter man. George grinned back, leaning forwards to press a small kiss to Dream's forehead, running a hand through his blond hair.

"You're awake, finally." The taller man's morning voice was really deep, a slight rasp still noticeable, and George felt a small blush come over his face as Dream smirked. "Something wrong, Georgie?"

"You know what's wrong." The brown haired man rolled his eyes and lay back down, arms above his head. "You're just too attractive."

"I am going to stop you now before you say anything I will regret hearing." Techno mumbled, yawning as he woke up, Tommy sleepily opening his eyes as well.

Dream and George laughed as Techno and Tommy woke up, the blond boy giving an indignant squeak as his older brother ruffled his messy hair. The pink haired man sat up, Tommy still clutched protectively to his chest, sleep, and something darker haunting his amber eyes. His little brother noticed, shooting a questioning look over at Dream and George, but they shrugged.

"Techie, are you okay?" Tommy asked hesitantly, and the pink haired man glanced down at him, shoulders falling slightly. "You look..."

"Yeah, I'm all right. I just had a nightmare kiddo." Techno sighed and stood up, helping his little brother stumble to his feet beside him. "Honestly, I should probably stop being surprised. Nightmares, for me, are a normal now. Don't worry about it Toms."

"That sounds like something we're definitely supposed to worry about." Dream raised an eyebrow at the pink haired man, and Techno sighed again, twisting a strand of his long hair between his fingertips. "Yeah, I have nightmares too, but not verry frequently."

Techno didn't say anything, just pulled his hair back and slid his boots on, grabbing his mask from the floor. The others took the hint that the conversation was over, George helping Dream to his feet and Tommy grabbing a flask of water from a shelf. Techno tied his mask back around his head, keeping his mouth and nose visible as he helped Tommy check his wounds.

"Are we going to see dad and Tubbo today?" The blond boy asked, his voice and Dream's voice still rough and hoarse from lack of use, his hands still shaking as he unwrapped his bandages. "I want to talk to them, after all this time."

"Yeah, Toms." Techno pulled his little brother into a hug, gently petting his blond hair. "I'd like to see dad again too, and maybe walk around the base a bit."

"You might want to take me, Skeppy or Bad with you. Most people still think you're dead or working for Wilbur." George pointed out, stumbling a bit over Wilbur's name, and feeling Dream flinch beside him. "People here don't really like you or Dream right now, and they might try to kill you if you're not with someone."

"I'll just kill them back." Techno muttered, slipping his sword into it's sheath at his waist, the blade gleaming in the torchlight.

"Techno, please don't kill anyone here." George sighed into his hand as he handed Dream more bandages and a jar of salve. "They already think you and Dream are too dangerous, and they will definitely lock you both up or execute you two on the spot if you murder any them."

"Fine, I'll bring Phil, and that's it." Techno stuck out his bottom lip a little, a growl in his words, as he helped Tommy pull on a thin white shirt. "Maybe Toms and Tubbo."