Where will loyalty lie? DreamxReader.

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Third person POV:
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Y/n's legs gave way, her body began to fall to the ground, only to be stopped once Quackity had wrapped his arms around her torso. He slowly lowered her to the ground and her knees bent below her body.

Tubbo had finally reached the pair and was now fussing over the small girl on the floor. Her now scarred arm was resting over her stomach and her h/c hair was gently fried on the end, dark ashy hairs crumbled to the touch.

After about 5 minuets her eyes started to open. Her eye lashes bouncing as they fluttered, squinting at the harsh light of the sun that was slightly blocked by Sapnap's body.

"Fuck..." was the first word that she laughed.

Y/n slowly sat up and winced at her bruised body. The nation around her in a similar state. Once her vision had cleared of darkness and her ears had stopped ringing, she looked around the area and the first thing she saw was the group of people in one small area of L'manberg.

Tommy and Tubbo's broken figures glared at Techno. Their armour was chipped and scratched but Techno's was as shiny as the water pooling inside the crater of L'manberg.

With help from Sapnap, Y/n rose to her feet and limped over to them. Their voices becoming clearer as she neared.

"There will be no new government today. It will be over my dead body."

Techno's harsh tone rang around the nation. His eyes squinted at his brother as his fingers twisted themselves comfortably over his sword.

Tommy's hand pressed against Tubbo's shoulder and they both looked over the destroyed land, "Look around Tubbo. Your the president now."

They both smiled, their teeth shining in the sun. All the attention turned to Technoblade, his figure steadily drawing closer to the young boys, "I'm going to kill everyone here until their is no government. Am I understood?" he spoke with a seemingly calm voice, no shake or crack in his speech.

Tubbo turned back to him, "Technoblade, doesn't this kinda make YOU a tyrant? A form of government?"

"The ends justify the means, Tubbo. By preventing a system of government. Preventing a fascist takeover... th- j- I wanna point out something, JSchlatt was lawfully elected. For all the stuff we say about him, at least he was elected"

Y/n listed to him speak. His words running through her as he seemed to make sense but he does not destroy L'manberg and get away with it. She turned on her heel, her limp paining her as she marched away and towards a specific spot.

She made her way up the tall wooden stairs, the water below her sparkling like the fire dancing over L'manburg. Y/n limped down the path, her hair swishing against her shoulders allowing ash to spew down her back.

She ducked down below a small tunnel of dirt that lead all the way to Tommy's small home. It was a mound of dirt decorated with stone and windows along the outside. Below the path was a tiny wheat field and flowers planted around it. To the left, a bench, looking over the land. Hanging above the bench, a small tree, a few apples hanging from the branches and beside it was a large jukebox, two music disks balancing on the top.

Y/n limped her way to the bench and perched down on the edge, a small amount of her blood staining the wood. she rest her elbows on her thighs and her head in her hands as she started to breath in and out, thinking over the events of today. The sun slowly setting in the distance, glowing down on her.

The silence didn't last long.

Another boom rang off in the distance before settling again. Two pairs off footsteps followed the noise, behind the bench, two young boys walked up. Both of them from L'manberg, both of them only 16 and both of them hurt.

They had deep wounds covering their bodies and small bruises and scars dancing against their skin. Hanging from them where two full sets of armour, most of it broken and scratched by now.

Tommy's hair was slightly burnt, the fluff covered in ash and mud, dirtying the blonde tones. His clothes were ripped and slashed with small amounts of thread dangling from it.

Tubbo looked about the same, his clothes destroyed and dirty with his sling caked in a thin layer of mud. His eyes had lost a lot of their usual shine, now replaced with a dull glossy look. The look of defeat. The look of sadness.

Y/n watched as their tears followed the paths already drawn along their cheeks.

She shuffled closer to the edge of the bench, patting the spot now clear beside her where the two teenagers sat. Tommy hunched his back and lent with his elbows pressed into his thighs as Tubbo leant back into the backrest, his hand fiddling with the other in his lap.

All of their eyes followed the sun. It's slow movements closer to the horizon bringing them all a moment of relief.

Their silence carried around the world.

The distant yelling and bangs ceased. Clangs of metal connecting with metal silenced and the land became still. Only the dust settling over L'manberg seemed to move.

The three on the bench just listened. Waiting for everything to start up again but it never did.

The noise that broke it all was a low cough from behind the three. They all turned to see Dream.