Broken- DreamNotFound/ Gream

Chapter. 41

Doomsday:

Life Count: 25

Technoblade:

War was not beautiful.

All he could see was the person in front of him, the way their blade moved as they fought, picking out their weaknesses. It was like a gruesome dance, Techno easily sliding under their sword to carefully slit their throat. Their body fell to the ground, blood splattering against the heather as Techno ran off, red soaking his boots.

There was so much noise.

The hiss of gunpowder, the screams, and shouts as all around him, people fell, the clink of metal on metal. His eyes were fixed on the brown beanie in the center of all the fighting where Wilbur stood, knives flashing. He was fighting Punz, Bad and Skeppy, and seemed to be doing just fine on his own, the blood on his clothes not his own.

"Techno!"

He whirled around, ready to fight someone, and was met with the blood splattered face of Dream. His mask was gone, and red covered half of his head from a cut on his forehead that was bleeding profusely. He looked out of breath, and Techno got slightly worried when he saw that Dream was alone, George gone from his side.

"Where's your boyfriend?" Techno asked, turning away for a second to swing his sword, cutting an arrow aimed for his head in half. "You lost him?"

"No, left him with Phil and the boys." Dream shouted over the noise of another bomb hitting the ground close to him. "I'm looking for Sapnap. I'm going to see if I can maybe talk some sense into him!"

"That's not a good-"

"I don't care, Tech!" Dream cut through his words as they ran through the battlefield, jumping over falling bodies. "I'm doing it, and you can't stop me, and if I can't, you can stab him. Where is he?"

"Near Wilbur. Dream, duck!" Techno stopped running to neatly slice off an attacker's head just as they were about to cleave the blond man in half. "I'm going with you though. I've got a score to settle as well."

"Whatever."

Dream pushed him out of the way as another explosion knocked the ground right out from under their feet. Techno got up first, holding his hand out to help the other man up, and he nodded a quick thanks before continuing on. They were slipping on blood soaked heather, tripping over prone figures, trying not to look at the dead.

The worst was when Techno almost fell over a curled body, their young face half covered with a black and white mask. The kid was bleeding from a wound on his chest, the stain making his black suit look darker. Techno paused for a second to gently close the boy's eyes, moving his sunglasses to the side to do so.

Ranboo was too young to die.

Another life this game had taken.

Another kid who's life was too short.

He sighed and kept running, trying not to look at the dead that lay strewn across the battlefield. He tried not to keep his heart from racing every time he saw a flash of blond hair or a sliver of a red tee shirt. Dream just kept moving, green eyes fixed on the white bandana in the center of the battlefield, waving like a flag.

Another volley of bombs.

A shriek, somehow at a higher register than all the rest, echoed through the air, and Techno whirled around. Someone was on fire, surrounded by red and gold, so burnt and blackened that he didn't recognize them, but they most likely weren't anyone he cared about. A silver of pity coursed through him as he watched the person fall, a death that no one deserved, except maybe Wilbur.