Reunion ~ Book 4

Chapter 13

Dream lunged forward and grabbed one of Ranboo's arms, yanking him away from Niki who was on the ground, bleeding from a shallow gash on the side of her face. At once, Chris ran forward as well, and together they managed to restrain the snarling man.

"Hey! Ranboo!" Dream yelled, struggling to hold him back. "Ranboo! Calm down!" Ranboo struggled a bit more before suddenly falling unconscious, his head rolling backward and his arms falling limply in Dream and Chris's grasps. People stared at Ranboo, eyes wide, gasping, and crying out.

"That- that happened to Technoblade?" Eret hissed, shivering with fear. 

"Yes-" Dream said. "This is what happened to Technoblade," Dream called out reluctantly.

"We're all dead," Sam growled. "That man's powerful, too powerful,"

"We gotta get him to Phil's before he wakes up," Chris hissed. Phil came up beside Dream and so did George and together they managed to carry Ranboo all the way back to Phil's house.

"Wait- what if Techno and Ranboo fight?" Wilbur said hesitantly. "Won't they just rip each other to shreds if they look at each other?" 

"I don't know," Dream admitted. "Let's just see," Technoblade was unconscious on the ground again when George, Phil, Chris, and Dream entered the room and they carefully laid Ranboo beside him before exiting the room.

"What happened?" Tubbo asked, his eyes wide.

"Did that happen to Ranboo too?" Tommy gasped.

"Yes," Dream sighed. 

"Oh gosh," Tubbo muttered. "What if it happens to you?" He said staring at Dream.

"Then throw me in that room," Dream said firmly. "If any more people end up doing this, we'll need a full house to put them in," 

"We need a name for this," Tommy said finally. 

"Like... Enderman Sickness?" Tubbo said.

"Something along that line, but cooler," Tommy said. "No offense, Tubbo,"

"None taken," Tubbo shrugged. 

"Ender Illness?" George shrugged.

"How about End Fever?" Chris said.

"Ok," Dream said. "End Fever is fine, but we need to figure out how to cure it, the name doesn't really matter," 

"Oh yes it does," Tommy said. "End Fever is a good name, you always need a good name for things,"

"Says the guy who took a knife and a stick, taped it together, and called it a knife-stick," Dream scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Isn't that just a spear?" Phil said.

"It is not just a spear! Take that back!" Tommy cried angrily.

"SPEAR!" Everyone turned as someone shouted from behind the locked door. "It's a friggin spear!"

"Don't make me come in there!" Tommy snarled. Dream realized Technoblade had been the one talking and allowed himself a quiet chuckle of amusement. Techno was talking slow, not as fast as he used to, but Dream thought nothing of it. He's probably tired. 

"Wha...?" Dream heard another voice coming from the room and knew Ranboo must have woken up. Dream stiffened and everyone fell silent. Will Techno and Ranboo fight? Dream thought with a sharp breath. Now's the moment of truth... 

"Who are you exactly?" Techno asked hesitantly, probably realizing Ranboo was beside him.

"Ran- Ranboo," Ranboo stammered. "Why am I- I in here? Is this- are we- are we supposed to f-fight?" 

"No," Chris said. "You attacked Niki so now you're locked in a room with Technoblade,"

"I- I did what?" Ranboo said after a moment. 

"What you did isn't important, Techno, Ranboo, look each other in the eyes," Dream said. Silence followed Dream's words and Dream could almost feel the tension in the room.

"Now what?" Techno said. Dream let out a sigh of relief and so did a few other people.

"Ok, so, we're working on what happened to you guys but for now we've decided to call it 'End Fever' because you two are acting like endermen," Dream said. 

"No we're not..." Ranboo trailed off. "Why are your eyes purple, weren't they blue at some point?"

"They are blue," Techno said firmly "Why are your eyes purple?" Techno countered. 

"Your eyes are purple, I can clearly see that they're purple," Ranboo said. Technoblade said nothing for a moment. 

"Why are our eyes purple?" Techno asked warily. 

"Like endermen's..." Ranboo muttered. "We are acting like endermen," 

"No... no, if we were acting like endermen we'd get mad when we looked at each other," Techno protested. "And endermen don't talk,"

"Is it just me or are you talking slow?" Ranboo asked after a moment. He realized it too. Dream thought, stiffening. 

"I'm talking just fine," Techno said.

"He is talking slow," Tubbo breathed.

"After some time he won't be speaking at all," Wilbur said grimly. "At least I think,"

"Oh what do you care?" Techno hissed, taking Dream by surprise. 

"I beg your pardon?" Wilbur said, looking confused. Techno said nothing for a moment, seeming to think better of his words, and just hissed under his breath. 

"Nevermind," He said finally. Dream half-wondered what Techno was about to say, but before he could ask Chris stood up, grabbed his old camera, and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" Dream asked instead.

"I can't just sit here and listen to him suffer," Chris said, meeting Dream's gaze momentarily.

"I'm not leaving him until he's better or dead," Phil hissed. "Because that's what friends do,"

"I am his friend," Chris said. 

"No," Phil said. "I'm his friend, you're just the person who captured him and forced him to like you," Chris said nothing before looking away momentarily. 

"Fine, you're a better friend, you happy?" Chris hissed, whipping around and yanking open the door. Dream looked around before sighing and heading after him, closing the door as he went. 

RANDOM FUNNY STORY ABOUT MY LIFE;

So the other day I was watching Ranboo do this weird thing with his hands where he bent them backward and it was epic. I was like 'Wow, what if I could do that?' and I literally didn't try. And then on Mother's Day, just a few days ago, I was at a sushi restaurant with my family and for whatever reason, I friggin bent my hand backward just out of the blue, and then my family just fell silent... and we just stared at my hand until our food came. 

P.S.

To all the people who appreciate my books, I will bend backward for you. 

Well- my hand anyway.