Love can hurt (Dreamnoblade)

Chapter 1: Rescue

In a big prison made to hold one man. A room made of lava laid within with an obsidian box in the middle with guardians hidden in the wall making it even harder to break out because of there mining fatigue.

There in the obsidian box laid a man. This man had dirty blond hair that was matted together from lack of care and dried blood that dyed his hair. The man's clothes where bloodily and ripped, his white smile mask had cracks in it. The man was slouched again one of the obsidian walls his head hung low as he gripped his last potato in one of his hands that where chained to the wall along with his feet.

This man was Dream. Dream didn't know if it was day or night or how long he'd been stuck in this prison or how long it had been since he was given food. All he knew was no one loved or cared about him. They used him till they threw him to the side once they saw his usefulness run out.

Dream lifted his head when he hard the lava wall fall. The lava wall fell to reveal Quackity stood there with his chosen torture weapon, his axe.

"I hope that this time you'll give me what I want" Quackity said as he walked farther into the prison cell.

Dream didn't say anything as he watched Quackity. "So are you going to give me the revival book this time?" Quackity asked tilting his head to the side as he stared at Dream.

Dream shook his head "no Quackity, I'll never give you the revival book" he told Quackity his voice low and cracking from the lack of use.

"I, I think I heard you wrong" Quackity said his eye twitching as he glared at Dream his grip tightening on his axe.

Dream shock his head "no you heard me right. I will not give you the revival book" Dream told Quackity lifting his head to stare blankly at Quackity.

Quackity began to torture Dream like he did every time the man came to visit Dream. Soon Quackity got bored as he looked down at the blooded man on the obsidian floor. "Next time you will give me that book" Quackity snarled kicking the downed Dream one last time before he turned and walked away cleaning his axe as he went leaving Dream once again alone in his cell.

Dream laid in a pool of his own blood his once bright emerald eyes where dull and empty. No one cared about him, and no one was going to save him from this prison.

Techno had broken out a long time again -about a year to be exact- and when the pink haired man left he promised to get Dream out. Now almost a year later Techno hasn't so much as tried. So Dream had no hope he was going to die in here.

A few hours early

Techno had been out chopping trees trying to ignore the voices that have been more active the past year.

Techno heard a buzzing from his communicator so he stoped what he was doing as he pulled out his communicator to see why it was buzzing.

Techno stared at that one message. His grip on his communicator tightened and it almost broke.

Techno marched back to his hose flinging his door open, slamming it behind him as he stormed over to his chests.

"Techno?" He heard Phil call from behind him but Techno ignored the man as he continued to grab his armour and weapons.

"Techno?" Phil called louder as he approached Techno.

Phil watched as Techno began to strap his armour on. "Techno what are you doing?" Phil questioned.

"I'm breaking him out" Techno replied not turning his head to look at Phil.

"Techno how many times do I have to tell you, you should just leave him be where he is?" Phil asked crossing his arms not happy with what Techno was doing.