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Chapter 11: The guest

Dream put his hand on the handrail, with many memories flowing through him. It looked almost the same… but how… this place was burned… and yet everything stayed. Even those green walls… Dream slowly walked to the library, looking at the books. He still remembered when they would sit around and mister Phil would read them, even the set texts. Those were good times. He would come here at least twice a week, practicing with Techno their fencing techniques, with Dadza tutoring them. He always claimed to be bad with the sword, but it took him mere seconds to get through boys' defences. Dream chuckled at this memory. Yes, mister Phil… the man that was almost like a father to him. He and Kristin were such good people. Pity that she died so early. But Phil… followed her soon after.

Doors to Dadza's room were open, but Dream hesitated. It won't be the same without him….  But he entered despite this. The room was unnaturally clean, it never was that way when they were still alive. In the corner would stand a fencing sword and a hand-made bow with blunt arrows. There were always pieces of wood laying around, ready to be carved. But now only a few pieces were on the desk, next to Phil's bucket hat. Dream knew not to touch it… it meant too much to Dadza. The figurines on the other hand were unfinished chess pieces that man knew so well. Phil managed to end only two of them: Techno and Dream as kings. The two laying on the desk were Phil and Wilbur… both were bishops if Dream remembered properly… Yeah, and Gorge was supposed to be one too, just in the other colour. Ah, right, he should probably text him that he will be late. No one wanted an angry flatmate like him…

But one more thing caught Dream's attention. There was a picture on the wall. Their picture. It was made after Kristin's death, that he was sure. Just mister Phil, Wilbur and Techno together… He missed them. He missed them so much.

Dream left the room, heart filled with sadness. It hurted so much just to be in here, but he wanted to visit one more place. He slowly walked towards the basement door and took a deep breath.

He wanted to see Techno's room once more.

It wasn't cleaned like the rest of the house, boys must have not come here very often. He never understood why Techno wanted to live in the basement when they had two spare bedrooms upstairs, but after a while he just accepted it. The room looked exactly like he remembered it, his sword was still hanging on the wall beneath the bed. He was sure not to touch it: Techno was always mad when someone touched that sword. It was the last present from both of his parents after all… he claimed that thanks to it his mom is able to watch him win. It was sweet…

- Hey, Techno, how are you doing?- he thought that he lost it, talking to the ceiling while laying on the bed. But it was somewhat soothing, once again being able to do that. To talk to his friend once more.- We haven't talked in a while. When you were gone I managed to become a history teacher, just like we planned, remember? And Gorge is teaching biology! And he still grows those mushrooms, after all these years. Oh, and did you know Bad has a kid now? Yeah, he's great to hang out with, you would like him. He actually plays tag with us… you know… instead of you...- and so he talked about almost everything. He talked and talked, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Phil looked sadly as Dream exited the basement. He could see his broken heart and wanted to cheer him up so badly… but the man didn't even know he was here, observing. He remembered now: he was Techno's best friend. He and his group could do everything together, but those two were the closest thanks to the fencing.

- Is everything all right, mister Dream?- Tubbo was standing in the hallway, worried that the guest looked so down... he knew that probably it was because of the memories, but...

- Yeah, kid, but thanks for asking- Dream smiled slightly, patting his head. This kid was nice… but he had a strange feeling he saw him before.- Oh, and by the way, I think I know you from somewhere. What’s your name? I mean surname, of course-

- It’s… Schlatt- are you serious.- My dad is the prime minister…- well no wonder Dream knew who he is. Schlatt and his two sons had been on television multiple times by now, so of course he saw Tubbo before!

- Oh,wow. Must be great…- he had no idea how to respond. Should he congratulate him for his dad's success? He must be really proud, right? But the teen was sad. Oh no, what mess did his family get to...

- No, not really- the boy finally whispered.- Not to be ungrateful but ever since he became prime minister he thinks that a thousand in my bank account a month is going to pay for the time we could spend together. He… doesn’t even talk to me anymore he just sends me to voicemail- Phil was sitting just behind the door to the kitchen, listening. And he felt anger rising within him. What kind of father would think that money could substitute him? What kind of father would leave his child behind like this?!

- Sorry… to hear that…-

- It’s all right. At least I have Tommy with me- he tried to hide his emotions with a broken smile, but it was fooling nobody. Dream sighed, placing a hand on the boy's back. He was alone before too… but he knew, if there is a place where anyone would die for each other, it's here. He will heal.

- Tubbo, you may not want to believe this, but spend here a little more time and you’ll have the whole town behind your back. Even my mo…  I mean the mayor-

- Your mom is a mayor?- Tubbo chuckled a little bit.- Guess we're not so different after all, mister- 

- It’s a funny story, to be fair- Dream smiled in relief that the boy finay cheered up. He was already sad himself, he didn't need a crying kid right next to him, what more crying because of him.- Do you want to hear it?-

- Yeah. But first the dinner! Tommy must be starving-

- Then let’s get something-

Whoever’s Tubbo’s father was Phil and Dream will make sure to talk some sense into him, no matter how. And for now… Tubbo and Tommy are going to have the best family they could ever dream of.

The beast stood there, staring at the bed, just where that man was mere seconds ago. Who was him? And why… Why did he know him? Why did he care?

Dream, Bad, George… who were they?

Friends.

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Y'all have to wait for Techno longer than I actually planned xD

Mfg, it’s already 11th chapter, every single story have Techno already in and I’m just sitting here, chilling and waiting for a good moment for a racoon child to come back to the basement XD