-ʜᴇᴀᴅ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʜɪɢʜ-(Technoblade x M!Reader)

-23-

"What does the B in vitamin B stand for?"

"B R O K E"

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-Dream P.O.V-

"Same shit, different day." I huffed. It was time to go and restock our supplies.. err more like groceries. Fancy words.. I know, got too used to having to impress my customers. I wore my lime hoodie, cargo pants, and my white mask; it went above my nose, letting people see my emerald eyes, I don't wanna be looked as intimidating or suspicious. I placed the hood above my head before adjusting my mask. I grabbed my keys and headed out of my room.

I shut the door behind me, I looked at the bright hallway. "Hey Cla- I mean Dream" I looked up and saw George standing there. "Just use my real name at home, you don't have to use my code name George." I smiled at the color blind brunette. "Sorry! It was out of habit." George apologized awkwardly. I raised my hand, stopping him from speaking anymore. "No need. I understand George." I softly chuckled, I let my hand fall back down to my side. "Anything you need from me?" I said. George looked at me for a moment. "I was just gonna ask you where you were going, wearing all this 'fancy' stuff, I might tag along with you" George finally returned a smile. "Just heading out for a supply run." I replied. "You mean restocking the ammunition or getting groceries? George laughed, understanding my use of 'fancy' words. "Getting groceries" I replied, laughing along with him. "Oh! I'll come with you! I'm gonna change and then we'll head out!" He exclaimed happily. "Alright, I'll be waiting here" I said, leaning back against the wall. George smiled widely before heading to his room.

It had been a few minutes before George came out of his room. He wore blue ripped jeans, a white long sleeved shirt under a blue t-shirt, clout glasses sat on top of his head, right in the middle of the blue t-shirt was a red rectangle with a smaller white one inside of it. "Let's go!" George happily said before skipping to the door. I smiled at the childish behaviour, following after him.

We put on our shoes quickly. I stood up and opened the door. George paused, looking confused. "Bottoms first" I smirked. George blushed, slapping my arm before leaving in a hurry. I followed him outside, closing the door behind me. We both started walking to the grocery store.

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-Y/N P.O.V-

I hummed my favourite song to myself. Forgetting about any worries that I would've have. 'I'm hungry Y/N, can we get a snack?' Wither interrupted. I sighed. "Maybe" I said quietly. Wither send an image to my head, specifically, ':['. I felt a bit bad. "Fine.. know any close shops we could get a snack from?" I mumbled. 'I saw a grocery store a few blocks from here.. I heard they got [insert favourite snack]!' Wither said, I could feel him smiling. "Alright you got my attention" I smiled. 'Yes!' Wither exclaimed. I started walking to said grocery store.

I waited at the traffic lights, waiting for the sign across from me to change, welll more like signal me to cross. I tapped my foot as I watched cars pass by. I pulled up my hood and mask, mainly to hide my identity. "Should we head over and visit Techno after, Wither?" I asked, still waiting. 'Why not? I'm sure you miss him'. I smiled softly. I heard two voices, getting closer and closer. They were probably ordinary citizens, no big deal. "George! Don't say that!" A voice wheezed. George? That name seems so familiar.. "Cla- I mean Dream! You asked for it!"

My eyes widened. 'Get your gun ready, don't take it out yet. Act normal' Wither calmly said. I took a deep breath. The sign changed and I started walking quickly. 'This better be worth it Wither.' I kept walking staright, still hearing the two hunters behind me. 'They might be heading to the grocery store too' I walked quicker. 'Fuck' Wither said. 'Just don't act suspicous Y/N, the grocery store is up ahead, only a few more steps.' Wither warned. 'Easy for you to say, dickhead'

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-Dream P.O.V-

I wheezed like a tea kettle at George's comments. There was this guy who was walking like he was in a hurry. We all walked in the same direction. This guy seemed like he was trying to get away from something or someone. I just kept an eye on him.

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-That one crack in the sidewalk that messes everything up P.O.V-

I'm just a crack in the sidewalk, I can't move, all I can do is make someone's life a bit worse. Theres this guy who was speed walking, what a nice victim.

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-Y/N P.O.V-

One foot in front of the other. Walking on autopilot. My feet just moved, before tripping in that ONE UN-EVEN CRACK. I fell forwards, I quickly placed my arms infront of me, catching myself before my face impacted with the ground. 'You fucked up Y/N- Get ready for a fight.' Wither warned. George and Dream seem to notice. 'Fuck'

"Hey dude, you alright?" Dream asked, placing a hand infront of me. "I'm fine." I replied, looking down as I grabbed his hand. He pulled me up as I avoided eye contact. I kept looking down. "Thanks" I said, though I didn't mean it. Dream kind of stood dumbfounded. George walked and stood in front of me. "Stay away from my man please." George asked politely. I ignored him before continuing to walk to the store.

Suddenly I felt the cold air hit the back of my neck. "Y/N!?" Dream growled. I turned around and stared at George. If looks could kill, he would have been dead. George stepped back, he was afraid. "We will both forget about this interaction and will fight another day" I said sternly. "Y'know Y/N.. You're wanted dead, I can kill you.. on sight." Dream laughed, pulling his gun out and cocking it. 'NOW!' Wither yelled. I took my gun out. George stood behind Dream. Our guns aimed at eachother. I stared Dream, dead in the eye. Dream pulled the trigger, shooting at my feet. It was like he was taunting me. I stepped back, growling. I shot at Dream missing a few times. Citzens who were walking by stood from afar, watching with fear. I rammed myself into Dream, knocking him down. I quickly unarmed him, kicking his gun far away from him. I stepped back as Dream rapidly took breaths. I aimed my gun at Dream. I pulled the trigger, it wasn't a green top I shot.. It was blue.. "GEORGE!!" Dream cried. I watched as the body collapsed before me. Blood poured like water. The clout goggles fell, shattering it's lens. Dream gripped onto the bleeding corpse. Tears rolled down his face. I stood emotionless, one down.

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-Dream P.O.V-

I hugged George close to me, blood staining my hoodie and hands. I let out a choked sob, I pressed down on the gun wound. "C'mon George.. stay with me.." I looked up. I could see Y/N walking in the distance with his hood up. "This isn't finished yet." I glared. I head was clouded with hatred and revenge. I looked down, watching George's pupils dilate. The colour of his iris was taken over by the growing expanse of his pupil.

"I- I'm sorry George.. I will have Y/N dead for this" I choked out.