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✧☆If The Crown Fits, Wear It☆✧

Summary:
In honor of Technoblade, Dream has added his signature crown to his Minecraft skin, so I wrote a c!Dream reason for why he wears the crown.

OR: Techno comes to break Dream out of prison and is surprised by what he finds.

Notes:
In Memory of Technoblade

A talented man who was a true example of how to live life to the fullest. How to laugh in the face of adversity. How to brush off failure and try again with confidence. How to persevere through challenges and impossible scenarios. How to embrace weaknesses and turn them into strengths. How to proudly wear a crown and be worthy of it.

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Work Text:

"Hello, Dream. Bet you didn't expect to see me here."

"No no no no no no no more. Please please please-Please no more." Dream flinches in response, mumbling incoherently desperate from the corner, eyes squeezed shut.

His breathing is fast, too fast and his whole body is trembling from the effort. He doesn't seem to be lucid or aware of the situation. Tucked in the corner, knees to his chest and arms around his legs in a position that protects the most vulnerable parts of his desecrated body, he just continues pleading hysterically, voice hoarse and almost undecipherable.

Dream seems much worse than when he last saw him, though it's not a complete surprise. Techno wasn't sure what condition he'd find him in to be honest. He knew Quackity would be pissed when he disappeared and he knew Dream would face the consequences. It was rather terrible timing for his escape, convenient for him not to be murdered and all. But Quackity being present and in a fit of rage he fueled is not a scene he wanted to leave Dream in.

Still, Dream seems to be in one piece (more or less) so he's grateful for that at least. He hates that, that is one of the best case scenarios, given Dream is currently losing himself to panic in the corner. But he'll take what he can get. He just hopes he is able to walk and hold his own in battle. Fighting the entire server with a mangled Dream in his arms doesn't sound particularly fun.

Brushing that scene out of his head, he studies the cell, evaluating the situation to form a plan. Obviously when he arrived the first thing he noticed was the glass wall separating them, casting the cell in an even darker haze. But now that he's paying attention he sees blood on the walls, on the floor and a large dried puddle on the chest where a dog used to be. It makes his stomach tighten, in rage or dread he's not sure.

It's concerning to say the least because he knows Sam usually cleans up after Quackity. Dream said as much anyways and the cell was relatively clean during his stay.

Not that he's overly shocked by the sight. He just prays it's only from the day he was last here and not any days after. Though Dream's current state does little to assuage his fears.

Deciding that he has to make a move at some point, he places TNT and lights it, cringing at the reaction it'll get from Dream. But he came here for a reason and he's going to keep his promise, even if it's more challenging than anticipated.

The explosion goes off with a loud bang, flinging dust in the air that consumes the small space. As he predicted, Dream jumps and lets out a cracked shriek noise he suspects would be a scream if his vocal cords weren't shredded. It makes him wince (more than he'll ever admit to anyone) the sound opening a rift painfully in his chest.

Then the alarm goes off, ringing throughout the prison, obsidian distorting the noise, oddly not as loud in the main cell as perhaps it should be (not that he's ungrateful of course). It was expected, but it still causes worry to pump more adrenaline through his system. Tactfully ignoring it, he slowly walks forward towards Dream and then crouches down at a comfortable distance in front of him.