Babyboo and Dadnoblade

A shadow in a starless night-finale

*mild gore warning tho it isn't that bad*
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Techno was panting heavily, sweat dripping off his brow. Dream was also breathing heavily, his axe never stopping. They had been going at this for what felt like hours. The earlier adrenaline had worn off since he knew (hoped) that his son was safe with Wilbur. Techno dodged another blow and bared his teeth. Chat screamed for blood. They fought with his instincts to go and check on his son. He was overwhelmed and Dream was using that to his advantage. While parring another one of Dream's blows, he stumbled and Dream swiped his feet out from underneath him. He poised to blade over Techno's neck and with a mad cackle, raised the axe above his head and swiped down.

Splat splat splatter phiosh

Dream had been pissed when he found out that Wilbur took the pig's son. All that fucking planing for some asshole in a trench coat to ruin it. It was times like this that made him wish that he never revived Wilbur. He snarled as Techno dodged another one of his blows. He was getting tired but, so was Techno. All night looking for his son and no food couldn't be healthy for a fight. So when he stumbled, Dream knew it was all over for him. He cackled, his voice booming in the empty room. He raised the axe up and brought it down with one smooth motion.
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Wilbur turned to stare down the stairway. They had finally made it out of that hellhole. However, Wilbur had a sense of dread that he couldn't shake. With a sigh, he lowered the tiny child down onto the snowy ground. He bent down so that way, he could look Ranboo in the eyes. "Listen to me," he said, "I'm going to go back down there to help your dad. I want you to find somewhere safe to hide. Do not come out if you don't see me or your dad, okay?" Ranboo nodded, his lip quivering and his eyes filling up with tears. He ruffled his hair and pulled a piece of blue wool from his inventory. "I want you to hold on to that. It will suck away all of your saddened and fear." Ranboo nodded once more and clutched the wool close to his chest. With that, Wilbur took off back down the flight of stairs. On the bright side, at least I'm getting my cardio in. He thought as he sprinted down the stairs. He searched through the his inventory yet again and pulled out his own diamond sword. He wasn't much of a fighter but, he could still hold his own. He slowed down to make as little noise as possible, hoping to catch Dream by surprise. He peered thought the door and his heart almost stopped. His brother was being pinned down by Dream. The fucker was laughing and holding the blade, getting ready to strike. Oh hell no. Wilbur thought as he creeps up behind him. Just before Dream was about to end the fight, Wilbur closed his eyes and pushed the blade towards with all of his might. 

Splat splat splatter phiosh

Techno looked at Dream, his face surprised. Wilbur's sword was sticking out of Dream's stomach. Dream also looked surprised, reaching down to touch the end of the blade. He looked back up at Techno and fell sideways, landing on the floor in a crumbled heap. The tow brother stared at each other for a moment, the sound of their heavy breathing filled the room. Techno slowly got up and placed both of his hands on Wilbur's shoulders. His brother looks at him. "Thank you," he said, his eyes shining with thankfulness. Wilbur nods and the duo make their way up the stairs.

Once out, they call out for Ranboo. The child runs out of the nearby woods and into his father's out-stretched arms. Techno twirls him around and holds him tight against his chest. Wilbur watches the two with cloudy eyes and if he cries a little then, no one  has to know. Damn, what one hell of a night, I can't wait to tell Quackity!