Visiting Dream

The Note

Mostly based on this stream: https://youtu.be/yFtLvm_cCcI

Enjoy!

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Techno's POV:

Technoblade was collecting potatoes when he arrived.

It was just past noon and Techno and Phil were out in the fields. They had been collecting potatoes since dawn only stopping half an hour for lunch.

What could he say? The crop was perfectly ripe and they had to collect all the potatoes before sundown otherwise risking them spoiling and rotting the next day.

Crouching down Techno gripped the base of the thin leafy green plant that was poking out of the soil and gently tugged upwards. As he pulled a sandy brown object the size of his fist emerged from the ground. Quickly snapping the green stems protruding from it he tossed them into the compost bin beside him and brushing the loose dirt off the crop left he placed it into the large overflowing basket next to him.

The anarchist sighed contently as he looked around. Another row completed.

Looking up he saw Phil approach him. The retired warrior extended his calloused hand down to him which Techno gratefully accepted pulling himself up.

Stretching he leaned against the damp dirt wall behind him while ironically dusting off the dirt that had accumulated on the front of his patched up overalls.

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Phil's POV:

As they wiped sweat from their brows with somewhat clean rags he surveyed the field.

They had collected 8 rows of crop so far which wasn't bad only having 4 more to go.

Looking upwards Phil shielded his eyes from the blinding afternoon sun.

Smiling he remembered how Techno had begged him to make a potato farm as soon as they had moved into the area. Of course he had thought it was impossible at the time since they had moved into an area completely void of all green excluding the occasional tree or berry bush and covered in snow with freezing temperatures practically the whole year.

So, he had decided to agree with two conditions, the first being that Techno would have to find a way to create a sustainable field without using too many resources within a year, any longer and it would be a waste of time, and the second that he would work the field by himself.

Techno was ecstatic and began working on it the moment those words came out of Philza's mouth.

Six and a half months later and Phil was shocked. He had clearly underestimated his son and his love for potatoes as one day he was taken by the hand and led a couple meters down a staircase where he was greeted with rows upon rows of young potato plants.

In the fields it was surprisingly cool. When Phil questioned Techno how he had completed such an astonishing task Techno proudly responded that the sun shining through the glass ceiling during the day gave the crops the exact amount of sunlight they needed while simultaneously warming up the ground to the perfect temperature that would've been way too cold otherwise.

Techno ended up sticking to his end of the deal going out early every morning to check on each individual plant, making sure they were all hydrated and growing healthily, and going out every night to light the lanterns around the field so the plants wouldn't freeze and die.

After a couple months of seeing Techno's dedication Phil decided to accompany him in his farming journey. After all he did enjoy a nicely baked potato and it would be unfair for Techno to do all the work and just for him to cut into his successes.

All of a sudden he was knocked out of his daydream.

"Phil," Techno whispered while tapping his shoulder lightly. When he didn't respond Techno grabbed his arm shaking him, "Phil," he said loudly.

Shaking himself awake he turned to the younger, "yeah?"

"Who's that?" Techno said with a concerned look on his face.

Looking in the direction his son was pointing he saw a small person walk onto the farm.

Looking around the person seemed to spot them yelling something unintelligible and waving.

Squinting Phil could make out a man wearing a blue jumpsuit?

"Who is it?" Techno demanded. He was relying on Phil to inform him of who the intruder was as he had poor eyesight a result of his piglin genes.

"It's Quackity," the older said speed walking forward while simultaneously rummaging through his inventory.

"Get out your armour and stay behind me," he said while pulling his enchanted netherite chestplate over his head.

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Third Person POV:

By the time they had reached Quackity they were fully suited in their netherite. Phil was standing in front of Techno both of them wielding an axe and a shield.

Quickly approaching Phil dropped his shield and pressed Quackity up against the wall.

"Why are you here?" Phil growled. Breathing heavily Quackity held up his arms in defeat.

"Hey, chill, I don't have any armour on, I just came to deliver this note."

Dropping the smaller Quackity landed on the ground with a thud, the air getting knocked out of his lungs for a second time.

Snatching the note from Quackity, Phil tore it open.

"It's for Technoblade," Quackity wheezed ",from Dream," he said after a moment now on all fours trying to regain his breath.

Handing the note to Techno he opened the abused paper to be met by the criminal's scraggly handwriting.

Dear Technoblade, it read.

Remember that favor you owe me? Well I need to cash it in now. Come to the prison as soon as you can. It's an EMERGENCY. - Dream

As Technoblade finished reading the first thing he noticed was that there were a couple crossed out words.

Doesn't matter he decided probably just a typo.

Looking up through the glass ceiling of his farm he saw that it was almost sunset. Huffing he decided that he would go visit the man tomorrow.

What could be so urgent anyways? From what he had heard the prison had top notch security. They wouldn't let the inmates get injured, at least he hoped they didn't.

As he collected the last of the potatoes and brought in the final haul he wondered if Dream would be okay and if he had made the right decision or not.

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