𝒫𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑜𝓅𝒽𝑜𝒷𝒾𝒶 [Dream x Reader]

21. The return of daddy-Dream

The return of daddy-Dream
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In which you realize men makes absolutely no sense
and you start considering to become a lesbian
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"What?" You asked dumbfounded, looking at Techno. You've come to learn that his humor was something else, but it didn't look like he was joking this time.

You reached out for the letter, mumbling a 'let me see' but Techno just put it in his pocket. And now you were even more confused - Techno wasn't the secretive type.

"I need to help someone." He just said, as if it explained everything. It didn't sound like he was in the mood for a lot of questions, but you didn't care.

"Help who?" You demanded to know. "Is it Dream?"

He shook his head, picking up his pig-looking mask on the desk. It only covered the upper half of his face, just like Dream's mask. He tied it around his head and put on his high boots. Was he already leaving?

"But then who, Techno? Do I know them? Where are you going? Will you be away for long? Why can't I come with you? I could help!"

He held his hand up as to tell you to stop talking, but you took a hold of his arm, lowering it again. "I could help!" You repeated. "Please Techno, I don't want to be alone again."

It hadn't been your intention to sound so pleading on that last sentence but you did. Techno, however, was still as emotionless as always. At least that's what you thought, judging from his mouth - the mask covered his eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I'd rather have you stay here. I don't know how long I'll be gone for."

"But- but I'll have to leave in a week, to look for my friend, remember? What if you're not back by then?"

Techno fell silent for a moment. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest. This couldn't be goodbye, could it? Not already...

"Then so be it" you heard your old friend's voice in your head. Were you about to lose Techno like you had lost him?

Techno placed a hand on your shoulder. "Then I'm sure we'll meet again someday."

   You let out a sigh of relief but you were still stubborn.

You backed away, slightly angry. "No! I don't get it, why can't I just come with you?"

His head rolled back, irritated by your stubbornness. "Because, (Y/n). I like to do things solo. I work best alone. Now, the more you hold me back, the longer you'll have to wait for my return. Now would you please help me braid my hair, so I can get going?"

You hesitated. For a looong time. You really wanted to tag along - but then again, he had the right to go out alone if he wanted to, you couldn' You sighed and took hold of his hair.

When you were done braiding it, you crossed your arms. He turned around, a hand on the doorknob. "So are we on the same page now?"

You tsk'd. "We're not even in the same library."

"What was that?

"Nothing."

"Good. I want you to practice your sword-skills while I'm gone. You're free to eat anything from the chests, and... Try not to set the house on fire. "

You held your hands up. "I won't make any promises. But if I do, I'll make sure to make marshmallows, okay?"

Techno chuckled.