The Two Week Deadline - Dreamwastaken

Chapter 5

A/N - Sorry for not updating in a while, I'm working on something. . . special. *wink wink*

"You sure you're not coming?" Phil asked for the tenth time.

"Yes, I'm sure." Techno assured Phil once again.

"Alright, see you later." Phil said and walked into the snowy forest to collect berries. 

Techno smiled and shook his head. Ever since he had moved in with Phil, everything had been so much better. His life had been so much more peaceful, and he was thankful for that. Though, his body did still ache for swift movement. Well, you can't have all good things, can you? 

Sighing, Techno made his way to the basement to check on his villagers, or as he preferred to call, slaves. After about 30 minutes, he had made sure they were all. . . relatively "okay", when a knock sounded at the door. Was Phil back already? Maybe he forgot something. Shrugging, Techno opened the door.

"What did you forget this time, old man?" Techno asked before he noticed it wasn't Phil at the door. 

A small man in a green hoodie stood in front of him. 

"Dream? What are you doing here?"

"I, uh, I just wanted to see Phil, but I'm assuming he's not here?" Dream guessed. 

"Correct." The two awkwardly stood there until Techno spoke up again. "Want to come in and wait?"

Dream's face brightened. "Sure!"

Techno moved aside to let Dream in and closed the door, cold air having already flooded the house. 

"Sit." Techno motioned at the couch, and Dream sat. Techno took a seat beside the blonde. "Why do you want to see Phil?" 

"I guess I wanted to thank him for what he did for me. When I was first a ghost." Dream shrugged nonchalantly. "Techno?"

"Mmm?"

"Why did you forgive Tommy? I thought he betrayed you." Dream questioned, and Techno's body went rigid. 

Taking a deep breath, the blood god calmed himself. 

"He's. . . family. And young. Tommy made a mistake, and he learned that. He's my brother, or half-brother, or whatever. He's family, so I had no choice but forgive him." Techno observed Dream's face as it changed from solemn to soft. 

"My turn. Are you ever going to go back into PVP?" Techno asked.

"PVP?" Dream's brow furrowed in confusion. 

"You know, combat?" Techno frowned when Dream's confusion didn't go away. "Bruhhhh, you were so good at it. Almost as good as me."

"Really?"

"Yes. We-" Techno hesitated, hoping his next words didn't trigger Dream. "We were the gods of the SMP."

"Gods?" Dream breathed. "We- I was a god?"

"I guess so."

"Huh. And you said I was good at combat?"

"Yes. Very." Techno responded. 

"Oh, wow. That-" Dream bit his lip. "That sounds so cool. Maybe I should get back into it."

Techno smirked. "Well, if you ever need a partner, I'm always up for a duel."

"Thanks for the offer." Dream smiled brightly. "Hey, what other skills did I have when I was alive?"

"Hmm." Techno thought. "Well, you were known for your 1000iq."

"Mmm, I can see that." 

"You were also really good at. . . manipulation." 

"Manipulation?"

"Yes." When Dream shook his head, Techno continued. "You uh, you used to manipulate everyone on the SMP."

Dream looked horrified. 

"But like, it was cool!" Techno amended. 

"Why was I such a villain?" Dream grumbled into his hoodie, pulling the hood over his face. Techno chuckled at the blonde's irritation at himself. 

Techno looked at the man with a smile. He noticed that by pulling the hood over his face, Dream had revealed his pale wrists. So very pale wrists. Techno was about to speak again when the strangest thing happened. Dream's right wrist and hand faded, turning completely transparent. The pinkette frowned. He reached carefully at the empty space, hand passing through air. 

"Dream?" Techno continued to stare at the non-existent wrist and hand. 

"Yeah?" Dream pulled his head out of his hood, sleeve sliding back over the emptiness. 

"What was that?" Techno pointed at his now-covered forearm. 

Techno watched as Dream's expression turned from a happy one to a panicked one. Something was up. 

"Nothing." Dream quickly moved to put his arm behind his back, but Techno was faster. He grabbed at the hoodie sleeve, but instead of grabbing only the hoodie, he grabbed a thin wrist. 

Techno pulled back the sleeve to see that Dream's wrist and hand were back. 

"See? Nothing!" Dream laughed nervously.

"No. I know what I saw. What the f-" Techno stopped himself and took a deep breath. "What is going on?"

Techno's blood-red eyes stared into Dream's evergreen ones, warning the other to not lie. 

"I. . ." Dream hesitated. "I think I'm fading."

"WHAT?!"

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"So you're telling me that your soul has finally settled so you're fading bit by bit, and soon you'll be all gone forever and there'll be no bringing you back no matter what we do?" Techno heaved, having said all of that is one breath. 

"Yeah." Dream said quietly. 

"Who else knows?" Techno asked.

"Bad, and I'm pretty sure Skeppy knows too, since Bad can't keep anything from him." Dream snorted softly. 

"How long do you have?"

"I don't know." Dream whispered.

"So that's why you came here." Techno breathed. "You wanted to say bye one last time." 

"Yes." Dream looked up at Techno with pleading eyes. "Techno, please, you can't tell George or Sapnap about this."

"I-" Techno started, but was cut off my a loud slam, and Philza's voice.

"Techno! I'm home! Oh, hi Dream!" Phil's face was bright.

"H-hi, Phil!" Dream stuttered. 

"Is everything okay?" Phil immediately noticed something was wrong.

"Yeah, yeah! Everything's fine!" 

"Techno?" Phil looked at him for answers. Dream looked at him in despair.

Techno paused, considering his options. 

"Dream is dying!" Techno blurted.

"WHAT?!" Phil shrieked. "Dream?"

"I- I'm fading." Dream gave in. "Since I made peace, my soul is finally settled, so I'm fading."

"You- you have to tell George and Sapnap! We can fix this!" Phil cried, panicked.

"Tell us what?" Two voices asked in unison, and Techno's own blood turned cold.