DSMP Drabbles

Axes and Swords

Dream can't the sight of netherite axes anymore. Or any type of axe, really.

It's been months since he and Techno had escaped the prison, but his knees still go shakey whenever he sees Philza wield an ax in the distance as the man cuts down trees, or when Techno accidentally forgets to hide his after a day of hunting.

It makes him feel weak. Pathetic.

Of course it does. It was dream's main weapon, his best line of defense against a potential enemy. Without his axe, Dream might as well be defenseless.

Dream isn't the one to go to Techno with the idea. Rather, it's the other way around.

Technoblade approaches Dream cautiously, like one would a wild animal. Asks if Dream would be open to learning to use another weapon. Techno's specialty. A sword.

Dream is good at it, even at the very beginning. A natural, Techno says. Dream almost scoffs at the thought.

Maybe if you ignore the way his hands tremble slightly. Still, though, he's able to hold his own against ranboo after just a few weeks.

Technoblade smirks proudly when Dream first bests Ranboo, as if Dream's victory was his own. In a way, Dream supposed it was.

Dream had started out with a diamond sword, just to keep away any bad thoughts. Eventually, though, Techno gifts Dream a netherite sword.

His hands tremble as he grips the blade, not out of weakness this time, but fear. He can picture the way Quackity's hands wrapped around the hilt of the netherite axe, always so eager to swing it downward. To hurt, to sever, to kill.

But this wasn't Quackity's weapon. It wasn't even an axe.

It was a sword and it was his. Dream's. No one else's.

That thought alone grounds him enough that he's able to quell the trembling of his hands and steady his blade.

It's many months before dream faces Techno in combat. Standing before Techno now, Dream is reminded of a time when he was younger.

Facing Techno on various battlefields, an axe and his hand and a sword in Techno's.

It's different this time though, Dream is facing Techno while he's in his element. Right now, Dream knows he's no where close to beating his formal rival.

He doesn't mind, though. He'll get better. He'll recover and he'll grow and he'll move forward, even if he has to take a few steps back first.

And so, as Techno levels his blade at him, Dream readies himself, grip tight and stance strong. He takes a deep breath.

And he strikes.