Lycoris || Technoblade x OC

-Thirteen-

TW: panic, sadness, talk about grief

Bold and Italics are the voices

All the air left my lungs. 

Niki. 

How did Puffy know Niki?

"How do you know that name?" I snapped. Puffy looked at me with kind eyes. 

"I'm her friend," she replied. "I grew up with her, we keep in contact and she told me about you and Ranboo" she added. I swallowed. 

"Is she alright?" I asked, wondering what else Puffy knew.

"Niki is well, but she and the others miss you and Ranboo terribly," she answers gently. I nodded. 

"Was there a reason you wanted to know if Freya was who you suspected?" Dream intervened. Puffy shrugged. 

"I can see why Niki cared for you," she grins. "And I did want to ask about the voices of yours," she added. My breath hitched. 

Kill her

She knows

Death

Kill

The voices rang in my head. 

"How did you know about the voices?" I asked. "Did Niki tell you?" I pressed. 

"No, Niki had nothing to do with my knowledge," Puffy answered. "You reminded me of a man I met once," she replied. 

Techno

The Bood God

The voices beat me to it, but I had already known when the sentence escaped her mouth. 

I didn't say anything. 

"Is that all?" I asked, trying to keep my voice from breaking. Puffy looked at me, then Dream. 

"I believe so," she confirmed. Dream loosened his grip on my hand. 

"You cannot tell anyone that she's here Puffy," Dream informed her. His town was kind, but there was an urgent undertone. 

"Of course, I won't tell a single soul Clay," Puffy promised. She knew Dream's real name. Her eyes widened as she realized. 

"It's okay, she knows," Dream reassured her quickly. Puffy looked relieved. "I told you, she's an old friend" he remained. Puffy nodded. 

Puffy gave Dream a smile, it looked almost motherly. She ruffled his hair, surprising me. 

Dream gave a soft chuckle. 

"Thank you Puffy," he said gratefully. Puffy nodded, heading back inside. 

I looked at Dream curiously. 

"I didn't realize you and Puffy were that close," I mused. Dream looked at me. 

"Puffy basically raised me after I left, she taught me all I needed to know about being king," he answered. I nodded. 

George came outside. He looked at us and said something surprising. 

"Clay," he panted. I perked up. George only called Dream by his real name if something was of dire importance. "The-theres a....a spy....from uh Gaminyth," he says as he tries to catch his breath. 

Spy?

Dream gripped the hilt of his sword. 

"Do you know who it may be?" he demanded. George shook his head.