barbarism (dreamnoblade)

chapter thirty seven

|||Dream POV|||

“Pinkie what’s wrong?” Dream feels unnerved by the sudden mood change in the atmosphere around them, the lantern above them flickers, static filling the silence as he eyes Technoblade nervously. The pinkette appears different, the way his head hangs low, a curtain of hair covering his face. Or the way his fingers twitch around the object in his hand, the vial that he was just about to drink.

His eyes are narrowed, lips peeled back into a wide grin as he glances at the vial in his palm. “I’m not Techie, I just thought I’d say my greetings.”

His voice is stiff, holding a certain untroubled tone, sending shivers climbing up Dream’s spine, ice sinks into his bones that keeps him frozen still. “Who are you then?”

“Techie just refers to me as the voice. But I get called a lot of other things too. I will admit being called ‘The Blood God’ is quite flattering.” The pinkette raises a hand to it's face, inspecting the bandages and smiling.

“Why are you in his body?”

“Long story, boring details. Look, I’m just doing this because I noticed you were going to talk him out of drinking the blood, so I thought I’d do it instead.”

This… was the Blood God? His voice and body language don’t give off the same atmosphere, it appears laid back, as if it didn’t have a single worry in the world. In all of Dream’s entire life, he had never felt this much power radiate off one thing. So much so that when his blood-like eyes dart up to stare at Dream he feels as if he’s being picked apart.

“But doesn’t drinking the blood stop you?”

“The bloodthirst isn't mine, and honestly it's rather annoying to deal with, like a dull drumming in your skull.” The pinkette taps his head, grin still wide on his lips, “sure, I may lose my influence over Technoblade but I still have many other people to occupy my time.”

"Who are you referring to-?"

“I can tell Wilbur’s been killing my cult members, that monstrosity probably thinks he's helping or something.” It's voice morphs into one of anger and malice, the lantern above flickers once again, "sadly I might have to intervene if he continues to kill them."

Dream didn’t know just how powerful this entity was, but he wasn't going to let it do that. Dream’s heart aches as he imagines just how heartbroken Technoblade would be- if he failed to stop himself from that happening.

Dream knows how badly Technoblade was traumatized from the last time he lost power, almost killing Tubbo and himself included. The weight of killing his brother might be too much for him to bear.

Dream just wanted Technoblade to be happy. No matter how stupid his ambitions were Dream was prepared to jump in with him.

“That’s not happening, as much of an asshole of a brother he is, he’s still got a lot to make up for.” Dream crosses his arms, glaring at the pink haired creature as it walks closer to him, the pure density of power keeps his feet stuck to the ground.

“Oh really? From what I’ve been observing it’s quite likely he will die, unless you think you can intervene?” It’s voice is laced with venom, and Dream has to stop himself from visibly shaking.

“We’ll get him before he sets off the TNT, Technoblade will move past this despite what you believe, you act as though he is weak but the fact that he’s still pushing forward is proof otherwise.”

“Oh yeah, you’d love to live a simple life with Technoblade, right? I can tell how much you adore him, it's interesting to observe. I just hope you know what you’re getting into.” It glances at the vial in it’s hand, pressing down until it cracks. Dream watches with horror as the blood splatters to the floor, pooling in a small, crimson puddle.