Dreamnoblade one shots for funsies

Kidnapping (wholesome)

Techno felt like he was hungover as he woke up, head pounding, eyes squinted shut, vertigo causing a nauseous feeling to rise in his gut. But as he scrambled to find a grip on reality he realized that he hadn't drunk anything last night, he had barely even touched alcohol the past few months. Dawning confusion was replaced by panic when he realized he couldn't open his eyes. Well, he could if he tried, but he couldn't see anything, he was blindfolded. Suddenly flashes of memory returned to his mind and everything made sense, he was kidnapped.

Fighting off the last of the head fog, he struggled around, tried to find the limits of his constraints. He was secured pretty tightly to a chair, even his limbs were tied down, and the chair itself was seemingly attached to the floor. With a better grasp of his surroundings, he paused to think. Whoever did this wanted him to be confused, but didn't stop him from talking, which meant they were expecting a vocal outburst, which he was happy provide given that stubborn silence wouldn't be beneficial. "Is someone there?" He had lowered his voice and emphasized his natural monotone to give the appearance of confidence, though a bit of desperation had slipped in.

"Well well well." The male voice was unnervingly cheerful and coming from right in front of him, so close that he was astonished he hadn't noticed this person sooner. "Look at you trying to act calm and collected. You're allowed to panic you know."

A drawn out pause. He was looking for a response. But Techno wouldn't blindly play someone else's game. "What do you want?"

"Just a bit of fun, which before you can ask, yes you have been providing thus far." A giggle was interlaced with his voice. This guy had already picked up on his initial game plan, getting out of here would be harder than he thought. Sighing, he channeled his apathy into his face. A blank stare would be a minor threat to his captor. "Alright, I wasn't planning on staying like this anyway." With an audible swish the blindfold was removed, releasing most of the remaining pressure on his head. "Hello Technoblade, my name is Dream."

Dream was almost as young as his voice made him sound, with neatly cut blonde hair and a rustic array of freckles. He dressed simply, just a hoodie, but something about it seemed fancy, maybe noble. In contrast, his eyes were wild and aggressive, green darts somehow staring through him rather than at him. It was all the subtle marks of a serial killer. Instinctively, Techno narrowed his eyebrows and grimaced for half a second before he realized what he was doing.

"Aren't you curious why I'd tell you that?" When he didn't get a reaction, he continued. "Keep my name in mind, I expect you to shout it at the top of your lungs later, but you're not going to be in the mindset to remember, so make sure you lock that in now. Want to practice?"

"No."

"I see. Then let's get started." He uncrossed his legs and leaned forward, elbows on his knees and head on his hands. "Expect pain." His voice had dropped an octave, chilling Techno's gut. "It will be intense, and it will be long, very long, because we're not stopping until I say so."

As he gave a sinister smirk, Dream extracted something from behind his back. It was less than a foot long, but Techno couldn't get a good look at it because he was transfixed by those crystal green eyes boring holes into his skull. "We'll start slow, a mark here or there on your outer extremities, keeping away from the vitals. For now. Then, I'm going to open you up, and that's where the fun really begins."

After taking a second to soak in Techno's horrified expression he continued, backing away slightly as he did. "But as I said, we're going to start slow." The distance between them wider, Techno could see what Dream had taken from behind his back, a knife, the handle and sheath a lime green, and the blade now being uncovered a blackened steel. His eyes tracked the glint on the edge as it moved slowly, playfully, towards the right armrest his forearm was tied to. Then movement.