Piano Keys [Discontinued]

Chapter Seven - Go Away Drista

Technoblade 3rd Person POV

"Hi, Mom," Dream said as she opened the door widely. Techno stood slightly behind him, but enough to see.

"Good to see you, Clay," she responded as she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. After releasing, she turned to Techno.

"It's nice to meet you. What's your name?" Her smile was warm and friendly, and her facial structure was very similar to Dream's.

"I'm..." he hesitated, not knowing whether to use his Youtube alias or his actual name. He settled for both. "I'm Dave, but also Technoblade, a Youtube friend of Dream's."

Dream turned slightly, looking at him in question. "Oh! He didn't mention you were a friend from his Youtuber job."

Dream chuckled slightly, "Yeah, he is."

Dream's mom opened her mouth to say something else, but a young girl bounced towards the door from behind her.

She looked to be about 13 or 14. She was somewhat normal height, probably no more than five and a half feet. Her hair was down to her elbows, pulled into a long braid on the side. It was dirty blonde, the same shade as both her mother's and Dream's, with natural highlights that were darker. She had on a bright red, long-sleeved shirt that was tucked into her olive green, loose skirt. The skirt went down a few inches from her knees, and she had on Christmas socks that went up to her shins. Dream's younger sister seemed to have a very similar taste in clothing, as she had on a small-chained necklace and arrow earrings.

She jumped past her mom, attaching herself to Dream's waist. She was a lot shorter in comparison, going up to nearly his shoulders. Techno noticed as her hands wrapped around Dream that she had two silver rings as well, one on her left index finger, and the other on her right middle.

She let go of Dream, turning to face Techno. "Hello!" he said, dragging out the 'o' sounds and waving slightly.

"You sound familiar," she said abruptly, not even stopping for proper greetings.

"I'm Technoblade, a friend of Dream's."

"I know. You've filmed a lot of videos with him."

Dream's sister frowned, turning to Dream. "I didn't know you'd met any of your Youtube friends in real life. You never told me. Or anyone actually. Does George know? And Sapnap?"

Dream shook his head, "No. We've been keeping it on the down low. It was actually on accident anyways." Dream glanced at Techno, who was already looking at him.

Techno added on, "A happy accident."

Dream's sister looked back and forth between the two for a second, rolling her eyes. "Since you're a Youtube friend, call me Drista." With that, she turned back around and walked into the house.

Dream's mom sighed, "Ignore her, she doesn't like not knowing things. Come in, we'll get everyone's stuff later."

Dream's old home was... homey. It radiated with warmth, the fire place was on in the living room, and something was cooking on the stove. Techno just followed Dream like a lost puppy, unsure of what to do with himself.

His mom went back to cooking in the kitchen as Dream headed for the living room. The floor plan of the house was a very open layout though, and they were still able to see her upon entering the other room. Dream perched himself on the arm of the couch, legs hanging off the front, him barely balanced on the somewhat narrow strip of furniture.

He motioned for Techno to take a seat on the couch or chair, and Techno settled with the couch. He sat between the middle cushion and the one next to Dream, as to not invade his space but also not seem like he was staying away.