Immerensis (Technoblade x fem!reader)

eight

You had been in quite the restless slumber for who knows how long, the same damn horrific dream on repeat.

Standing in the flower field during the thunderstorm, going up to the tree, climbing the ladder and finding your treehouse completely wrecked, then turning to see her bleeding out.

You had finally broken out of the nightmarish state, only to wake up and not be able to move. It had happened before, and you had learnt that it was a form of sleep paralysis. The only thing it let you do was listen, which luckily came in handy today.

"I'm worried, Phil. She's been asleep for 12 hours."

Oh, twelve hours isn't to bad.

"She's breathing, right? She's okay mate."

A quiet huff, and silence fell.

You wanted to tell them you were awake, but your whole body was frozen. You couldn't even open your damn eyes.

"I just... she's been sleeping a lot, barely eating."

"Since when did you care? You got a soft spot for her?"

"I don't, I just don't want to wake up one morning to a dead girl on my couch."

Your hearing was starting to waver in and out, blurring their words together.

No, no-no-no-no. please, wake up!

Begging didn't work, and you fell back into the boring repeated nightmare.

But this one was different...

You were standing in the middle of a flower field during a thunderstorm. Not the smartest idea on your behalf, but you weren't in control of yourself.

You began to run towards a treehouse on the edge of the paddock, rain drenching you.

Finally making it to the shelter of the tall dark oak tree that held the makeshift treehouse, you hastily climbed up it, calling out a name you hadn't heard in what could've been years.

The wrap-around porch creaked under your weight, the door that led inside already slightly open. The lock looked like it had been broken into, wooden splinters littering the entryway.

Concern filled your heart as you called her name, much softer this time. Pushing open the door with your foot, you were greeted with a torn apart room.

The couch had many rips and tears in it. The table had been flipped onto its side, missing half a leg. The small bookshelf had been pushed over, books surrounding the nearby floor.

This couldn't have been the work of the wind but of a human.

Small, rapid breathing caught your attention, located behind the door. Immediately turning your attention, you were shocked into silence by the sight.

There she sat, the love of your life drenched in her own blood, drowning in her sorrows.

Niki, impaled by a knife, begging for your help.

But standing over her was Technoblade, soaked in her blood too.

-

Waking with a start, you immediately regretted sitting up, cringing as the pain shooting through your abdomen makes you double over.

"You alright?" a voice sounded from the kitchen.

Taking a deep breath, you thought of the perfect answer.

"Spleen-did."

"...Did you just-"

"Yes, yes I did just make a pun about me getting stabbed in the spleen even though it was most definitely my abdomen," you snicker.