Babyboo and Dadnoblade

The echoes of loss

10 years later...

Ranboo had been minding his own business, staring at the dripping walls and wondering how his son and family was doing. A loud explosion coming from across the hall startled him out of his thoughts. He peered through the iron bars but, couldn't see what was happening. Growling in frustration, he tried to push his head into one of the spaces between the bars to look. When that didn't work, he succumbed to the pain of not knowing what was happening and sat by down.

Footsteps echoed throughout the Corridor and Ranboo's head shot up again. They sounded close. He hoped it was Sam coming to tell him that he could stay in the prison, however his hopes were shattered when his father appeared at the doorway. And right behind him was Dream. "Ranboo, c'mon we got to go." Ranboo was shocked. His father let out the man who tortured Tommy, hell even fucking beat to death with a fucking potato. "Dad...what is he doing out?" Techno looked over at Dream. "It's a long story kid, c'mon." Dream's mask bored into him and he vaguely recalled the time when he was younger. The pain of being separated from his father. It was all that motherfucker's fault. How dare his father let him out.

However, he didn't voice this and allowed himself to be dragged out of his cell and into whatever crazy plan they had to escape. The alarm were blaring and Dream looked nervously around, like he expected to be attacked. He should be dead. The voices inside his head roared and for once, Ranboo agreed. He shot his father a look and his father glared at him. We'll talked about it later. Is what his father's eyes were telling him. He sighed and grumbled but, kept his mouth shut as they continued to run through the hallways. He knew fighting with his father would get him nowhere.

They came ti the entrance in which Techno used to get in and his father pulled out some waterproof armor for him. They dived in and narrowly escaped being hit with a flying spear. Sam and Quackity were coming and neither of them were going to be merciful. Ranboo pushed down his fear and swam to freedom. He ignored the other voice in his head, telling him that he deserved to be a prison, that he was dangerous.

An army was waiting for them when they got to the surface. Gasping for breathe, he went back down into the water in order to escape an arrow. His father and Dream were already carving a path through the others. He stepped up to go and help however, he path was blocked by a familiar figure. Sam stood in his way, his sword at the ready. Ranboo snarled and lunged at him, their swords meeting in a dangerous Ballet. The sound of iron on iron was nothing compared to the roar of blood and voices in his head. He dodged a sharp slash and got kicked in the stomach. He went flying back into the water, struggling to breathe.

Sam stood above him and took out a small piece of paper. He dropped into the water next to Ranboo. On it was a picture of his son, Micheal. Instantly, his worry and paternal instincts surged to life and he shot out of the water. He slashed his cheek and even Sam looked surprised at the bloody cut. Then, he smiled. "Take off your armor and I won't hurt him or them." His eyes widened and tears filled them. He looked at his father, who was continuing to fight and to Dream, who he still held bitter hatred for. His decision was made.
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Techno's heart leapt in his throat when he saw his son taking off his armor. "What are you doing. Put that armor back on." He didn't know what his son was thinking! Ranboo looked at him, eyes full of tears and fear. "He has Micheal." Who the hell was Micheal? And why did Sam have him? Nothing made sense at all.

Sam held the blade to Ranboo's neck and Techno stopped breathing, fear clawing at his stomach, leaving an icy feeling in its wake. "Tell Dream to come here and I'll let him go, otherwise..." The blade gleamed in the sun. "What is Ranboo in prison? What did he even do?" Dream was screaming at him, telling him that they had to go. "I'm not leaving my SON!" He roared at the green man, snarling like a wild boar. Sam looked up, "Dream come here or he dies." That thought chilled Techno to the very bone but, Dream was unfazed. "I DON'T CARE IF HE DIES! Techno we're going." Dream got on a horse and prepared to leave. Sam glared and his arm tensed. "Wait Sam, you have the wrong person, he doesn't care, I do. NOOoOoOOo!!! The blade slice through, blood poured from the fatal wound. Ranboo eyes were widen and tears freely fell, burning the skin. He tossed something at Techno and fell backwards into the water. His blood pooled around him, staining the water purple.

Something inside Techno snapped. With a snarl full of pain and agony, he lunged for Sam. He punched, kicked, bit and stabbed at anything he could reached. Sam stumbled and Techno stabbed his blade into his shoulder, grabbed him and threw him as far as he could. He stood there, panting. Then, he looked back at Ranboo. His son looked like an angel, surrounded in a halo of his own blood. He knelt down beside him and looked at the paper that Ranboo threw at him. It was stained with his blood and Techno's eyes burned. There was a picture of a zombie piglin baby. Micheal. Arrow were being shot at him and he knew he wasn't safe. With a heavy heart and tears poured like rainfall. He ran. Away from the body of his son, the only person that had never wronged him. He disappeared into the forest were he was safe from the people who tried to shed his blood. Over and over this one thought echoed through this head...

Even the blood god could be afraid of blood.