Flightless

Talking with Forks

The next morning Y/N was talking in their sleep. Sweat poured off of them as they yelled. "Don't make me do it, Dream, please. No. NO!" They shouted as they woke themselves up.

Sitting up, confused, they turned to the door. Footsteps could be heard getting louder and louder. The door slammed open. It was Technoblade. "What's wrong? Why are you yelling?" He waved a fork while looking around the room for the problem.

A rush of guilt flowed through Y/N's body. "Sorry, it was just a drea-" they cut themselves off, "A nightmare. Why do you have a fork?"

"I didn't know why you were yelling. It was the closest thing next to me, okay."

Y/N laughed, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I won't let it happen again." They lowered their head, disappointed and embarrassed with themselves.

Techno walked closer. "Y/N, you can't control what happens when you're asleep. You don't need to apologize."

They raised their head again, "Right, sorry."

Phil rushed into the room with his sword, prepared for a fight, "Why are you screaming?"

Technoblade and Y/N both stared in shock. Y/N quickly answered back, "Just yelling in my sleep. I'm sorry, Dadza."

He lowered his sword and relaxed, "Oh, okay. Good."

"Good?" Technoblade repeated.

"Well good as in there's no real thing causing Y/N to yell. You really scared me there," Phil looked at Y/N and frowned. He noticed Technoblade and his choice of a weapon. "Techno, why do you have a fork?"

"I didn't know if I was gonna need it!" he yelled. Y/N laughed so hard that their stomach became tight. "What was your nightmare about?"

"Oh uh, nothing. I don't remember," they lied. Their nightmare was about Dream and how he controlled them. It was bad enough that Y/N lived it, they didn't want to relive it every time they closed their eyes.

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Everyone gathered in the dining room as they ate their breakfast. Tommy sat on the opposite side from Technoblade who was seated with Wilbur on his left and Y/N on his right. Phil sat at the head of the table like usual. Everyone was silently eating when Phil broke the silence. "So Y/N," he pushed his food around on his plate. "I set up an appointment for you, it's at noon."

"An appointment for what?" they asked as the boys all tuned in.

Phil looked down at his food, "It's with Puffy." He lifted his fork to his mouth and took a bite of his food.

Y/N slammed their fork on the table. "Therapy?"

Phil placed his silverware down gently, "Yeah. After everything that happened between Ranboo and Dream, I want you to go."

Y/N's jaw dropped when they heard the word 'dream' and became anxious. They still blamed themselves for everything that had happened, for their wings, for everyone's panicking and worrying, for the trouble they caused. Y/N looked at Phil's arm, a scar appeared from where they swung the axe. They gave in, "O-okay," they studdered while looking down at their plate of food.

"It'll be fine, promise." Phil put his hand on Y/N's shoulder to comfort them. 

Tommy joined in the conversation, "Yeah Y/N, it'll be good for you." He spoke with a smile, trying to prove to Technoblade that he regretted what he said. Technobalde rolled his eyes at Tommy's comment.

"Well I think it's dumb-" Wilbur stopped when Technobalde kicked him under the table. "I mean it'll be great!" Wilbur said with sarcastic enthusiasm.

Technoblade turned to Y/N and lowered his head towards theirs, "You have nothing to worry about Y/N, you're just talking with Puffy. Nothing more than that." He tried to be reasonable with them and explain that it wouldn't be too bad.

Y/N raised their head and nodded, "Right," slight sarcasm slipped through their lips, "just talking." They grasped their fork tight, "My words, no one else's." Y/N was brought back to the time when Dream controlled all their actions.

Phil continued eating, "That's a weird way to phrase it Y/N, but yes, just talking."

"It's Puffy, you'll be fine," Tommy waved his hand as if it was nothing difficult.