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Chapter 13 - Weakness

Dream was determined to find out what happened and marched back to Techno's as calmly as he could. He knew that Technoblade had something to do with the sweater in one way or another and this time he wasn't just going to give up and go back to the cellar and into hiding without answers.

If Tommy left, Dream wouldn't have noticed, he was too busy thinking and trying to debunk theories of what could have happened and who could it be.

His blood boiled after seeing the blood on his sweater and even though it wasn't his it felt like the crimson was leaving his body and it was his blood on the previously white sweater. He had a good idea of who it could be, how couldn't he? He believed it was his beloved, his George and that scared him, worried him even.

A chill ran through his body as he entered the frigid weather of the tundra. His thoughts suffocating his brain of anyway it couldn't be him, any last chance that maybe it wasn't the one he the one in question. 

The snow came swirling into the house as he opened the main door and the atmosphere of the room was already off putting. 

"Technoblade!" Dream demandingly shouted to get the house owner's attention.

At first he heard nothing and yelled it again but after a few slow seconds of Dream looking around the main rooms a voice was heard faintly underneath him. He couldn't hear the words exactly but decided to follow the sound nonetheless. It sounded like the person he was looking for.

He was surprised to be going down both of the ladders to follow the sound, Tommy was following him as well wanting to know more himself. As they both got to the cellar they looked at each other questioning what was going on hoping that the other had an answer, they didn't.

This was the point where Dream wished he had his sword again, or any other weapon for that matter. He didn't know what was lying ahead and didn't want to know without protection but alas, he didn't have a choice in the matter.

He neared the corner and peered over to see the man, normally stood tall and brut wiping down his face and readying himself for the others to see. It was too late and when Technoblade met his eyes he had an expression that he has never seen on his face.

He couldn't exactly place his finger on it but it wasn't the same fire Technoblade normally had in his eyes so something had to have happened for him to change his demeanor so drastically.

He then noticed the floor, there was crimson like on the sweater, and like the sweater it was dried and dark. Tommy looked over Dream's shoulder and Dream could hear his breath hitch when he got a look at the room in front of him.

Technoblade cleared his throat and stood up quickly when he saw that Tommy was with him, though that didn't go well as he curled into himself quickly after due to the sudden movement ripping the scab open from earlier.

Dream's eyes fell to his shirt, what was once a pure white was now a dark red in a pool of blood and the same on his sleeve. When he saw this he smirked, whomever it did did a number on him.

Technoblade saw this. "What?" He huffed as he tried his best to stand up straight.

"Just never seen you this weak. It's funny." Dream relaxed a bit, forgetting about the sweater and the rest of the leftover supplies and going back to his cocky self.

Technoblade shook his head. "You think I am weak?"

"I mean look at you? Who did it?" Dream teased. Dream couldn't care less about who it was, or at least at the time he didn't.

Technoblade chuckled and took a step closer so he was a close two feet away in some sort of attempt to threaten him. "I don't know, I couldn't get a good look at him. He was short, had dark hair, and was covered with blood himself." Technoblade paused to let his foe's face change.