Short Stories of the SMP centred around Dream

Bond between brothers pt 2

-Um, hi! This took a while and I'm happy with the ending. Hopefully, you all agree, if not then meh. Again, I apologise for my tardiness. - 

-Five days later-

Philza plummeted into the snow, the fatigue of flying for five days straight (With the occasional break, of course!) catching up to him. Face planted in the snow, his imagination running wild as sleep tried to take him. He couldn't fail another child, even if they were adopted.

Biting down hard. Philza slowly lifted himself out of the snow the memory driving the voice away. Fumbling towards the stairs of the small cabin isolated amongst the snow. Determination driving him forwards, he knocked upon the spruce door.

"Hallo... Phil! Are you alright?"

"Can I come in?" Philza asked chuckling with difficulty.

"Yeah, come on in, it's better than freezing outside." Techno helped his friend onto the couch. "What happened to you?"

"Flying for five days straight have you had Dream drop in by chance?" Phil choked out.

"No. You don't think anything has happened to him do you?" Techno pieced the puzzle together quickly.

"He was helping me escape, he told me to warn you of the butcher army. L'Manburg, Tubbo he plans to execute you. He was distracting the guards while I escaped. I left him behind! I..." Philza stopped when he felt Techno gently place a hand on his shoulder. "I'm okay, I just need some coffee."

"I'll go make two, we're both gonna need it by the sounds of it."

Warm cups of herbal tea now sat upon the coffee table, baked potatoes beside them. Philza sent Techno the look. "Potatoes go well with everything Phil and you should know by now I have far too many to eat on my own." "Of course." "Did he say anything else before his you left? Like important information that would come useful in taking down L'Manburg?"

"No." Philza paused, eyes glued to his cup.

"We don't know if he's dead or alive, however, I'm sure they'll talk if we 'politely' ask them. Then we're blowing this place to smithereens, Wilbur would want that!" The blood lust clear in his eyes, Techno stood up.

"I'll pack the potions." Philza followed his friend/son.

-Three days later-

The two of them shifted through the snow, netherite boots sealed tightly to avoid snow slipping in and melting. Wet socks weren't the nicest thing to deal with during battle. Weapons strapped snuggly to their waists, armour glimmering in the springtime sun. Techno felt his mind racing and his instincts were screaming at him for leaving Dream alone. He never truly understood why he felt so safe around his rival, Dream did come over and help him out when Phil was unavailable but that was it. Dream never really elaborated on his past, which left a sour taste in Techno's mouth. He couldn't find it in himself to push, but he couldn't fully trust the masked man either. No matter how much that man helped, he kept secrets that soured Techno's mood. (Why he wears a mask, why he knows so much about the blood god cult etc)

What confused Techno was Dream's constant back-and-forth behaviour.

Shoving the conflicting feeling away, Techno pushed his limbs harder. The snow was thick but his will to get to L'Maburg was stronger.

This should have ended when Wilbur blew that place sky-high, now he would ensure that happened.

"Techno, mate! Slow down!" Phil called after him.

"We don't have the time Phil, we need to move!!" Techno protested, his body pushing onwards.

An earth shattering roar shook the snow off of the tree's surrounding them halting their movements. "GRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"