The Fallen

2 - Shattered Bones

Before we start I would like to warn that this story will contain blood and fighting. If anything like that triggers you, please be careful if you choose to continue reading.

Dream left the game

The sudden message itself was odd, but the scream that followed was something Tommy never thought he'd hear. The noise wasn't followed by Dream's signature wheeze. This wasn't some prank, as revenge for trying to fork him. Instead there was a panicked voice, unmistakably Dream's, and an increasing static buzzing. Tommy tried talking, hoping for some kind of response, some information to make sure everything was okay. The response never arrived and soon, even the panicked voice disappeared.

The static noise wouldn't stop. The intensity got so severe that Tommy took off the headset and threw it to the floor. He ripped the plug out from the computer, before joining a call with the most responsible person he knew, the best person to help, Philza Minecraft. The entire time chat was forgotten about, frenzied messages asking about Drista's sudden leave and Tommy's following outburst.

"I need help." The chatter that filled the call immediately dissipated. The tone of Tommy's voice was startling outside of his usual persona, not something anyone would ever hear during a stream. The silence remained, as a signal for the distressed teenager to continue. "Just watch the last few minutes of the stream." No one in the call was streaming, so they were able to easily pause what they were doing to find out what was going on.

To say the silence was deafening almost felt like an understatement. The few people in the call were struck silent. Wilbur, who moments ago was angrily going on about anteaters, now could barely even be heard breathing. Techno had been silent beforehand, but the continuation was becoming unsettling. Phil, the person Tommy had entered the call for, had watched the clip with Kristen peering over his shoulder. Neither of them spoke a word.

"Tommy, turn off the stream." He did so immediately, having completely forgotten it was on. The frantic messages of chat disappeared from his computer, though it was far too late to stop what was no doubt going to be appearing all over Twitter. Mere seconds after the stream went down, the monitor turned to a vibrant shade of lime green. Someone was talking, but there was no way of knowing who, as a new violent buzz was emitting from the computer's speaker. Tommy's first reaction was to lower the volume, if only he hadn't. The moment his hand went out, was the exact moment his arm became entirely enveloped in green sparks. In seconds, that green had moved up to his eyes and became the only visible thing for what seemed like hours. If it weren't for the static he might've, just might've, heard the various screams that rang out through the call.

The moment Tommy regained sight, panic set in. Clouds were a normal thing to see and he saw clouds. The only issue was that the white puffs were far below his feet, not where one would normally like a cloud to appear. Multiple figures loomed over head, each nothing, but a mass of green sparks. Their descent was frighteningly faster than his own. The sparks were slowly letting up, the first visible thing, a tuft of rose-colored hair. Soon, the figures all disappeared into the thick layer of cloud, leaving Tommy to slowly float down alone.

Wilbur could see Tommy, he had stopped falling before his vision had even cleared up. The brunette was completely weightless, gravity meant nothing. Tommy couldn't see him though. Wilbur floated towards where the boy was and shoved a hand into his face, still nothing. Unable to do anything, he went further down to behold a sight that lived only in nightmares.

There were two people on what seemed to be a roof. They were huddled together, crimson red spilled from around their feet, ebony black wings hiding the source. Wilbur started to rapidly descend, remembering his friends who must've been transported with him.

Just like Tommy, the group couldn't see him. Why couldn't they see him?  Phil looked nothing like he normally did, but his signature striped bucket hat made it blatantly clear. With that fact, the other person he saw with a veiled hat as dark as night, could be none other than Kristen. Neither of them were bleeding, so what was the red spill coming from. Then, he saw it, a hooved person with pink hair almost entirely covered by Phil's wings. The person, no doubt Technoblade, was in an absolutely terrible condition. He was alive, his scarlet eyes reflected so much pain it was hard to look at, but his legs were bent in an inhuman way, pieces of bone were peeking out from the skin covering his shin. Wilbur was going to throw up.

"Oh my god." Heads immediately shot up, they could definitely hear him. Phil kept looking around, rapidly blinking his new avian eyes, he didn't spot a thing.

"Wilbur?" They didn't actually need to see him, hours of voice calls made him easily recognizable. Though, Phil the one who was questioning literal air seemed skeptical, maybe it was just his brain playing tricks on him.

"I'm going to get help." He didn't answer the question, but it was enough of a confirmation for Phil. "Just, please catch Tommy." Phil's eyes immediately went wide and looked up to the sky. Tommy was still extremely far away, which seemed to calm him down a bit. Though, he did lay Techno down in Kristen's arms and stood tall ready to catch the falling child.

With the newfound knowledge that he could be heard, Wilbur dove into the building below them. He flew through what seemed to be classrooms, pleading for anybody, absolutely anybody to come help on the roof. He didn't know if anyone could help, but he knew damn well he was gonna try. People did, just a voice was enough to have teachers rush away from their students, just a voice was enough to save Techno.

The normally empty roof quickly became crowded and people had to be sent downstairs. The person in front, nearest to the now group of four wore a full black outfit save for a gray scarf wrapped around his neck. He looked ready to fight, until he spotted the blood. The raven-haired man started yelling for someone to be retrieved and brought up to the roof immediately. Phil was now holding Techno once again, Kristen was attempting to calm a very distraught Tommy.

A few moments later the crowd started to split, allowing a short old lady to walk up. Phil moved the wings that were covering Techno, albeit quite warily. The woman looked for mere seconds, before she kissed the side of his head. Phil's wings ruffled up at the action, but in an instant Techno's legs were starting to repair themselves. Scars remained and there was still quite a bit of blood staining the roof, but at least his legs were bending normally again. Well, almost normally. The lower calves of Techno's legs now resembled that of a pig's, hooves replaced his feet, ankles were abnormally shaped not to mention now had a small bit of pinkish-brown fur.

The lady had called for some kind of stretcher brought by robots. Techno was placed on it, presumably still not able to walk. Then, the group of four were brought down to what was most-likely the nurse's office. Wilbur floated behind them, not actually made to follow, but refusing to leave his friends behind. The raven-haired teacher closed the door behind them and immediately started to ask questions.

"Who are you?"

Have an amazing day/night and I hope to see you in the next part.  -MZ