The Poisonous Feather // MHA x DSMP

Flickering souls

Love the idea of Mumza holding her children's souls like spheres next to her heart, that float around it like the planets do around the sun.

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-the lights flickered, a broken lamp down the corridor spitting sparks that flashed brightly once hit the floor. A black mask, shattered into pieces lying on the floor, inches from it splattered blood. Down the corridor, just at the entrance, stands a man with deep red eyes that glare at him, unblinking. Unmoving. Mocking.

Technoblade blinks, because he doesn't remember this place. He doesn't remember coming here, nor the figure standing ahead of him. The mask on the floor is unfamiliar, yet reminds him of that of Dream's. The blood isn't his, he would know if it was. The figure is hidden within shadows, only a pair of eyes visible with dilated pupils that are oddly black.
Technoblade moves his fingers, flexes his hands, twitches his ears. It feels surreal, the air stiff and his body unresponsive to the surrounding. He doesn't feel the floor under his feet, nor the wall when his fingers graze it. The silence is uncomfortably loud, his eyes beginning to sting horribly and a fetid smell reaches his nostrils that makes him retch, almost forcing him to cover his face.

He doesn't.

He refuses to take his eyes off of the figure, knowing that if he ever did, it would lunge at him and sink its teeth in his flesh. He feels that the figure watching him isn't entirely human, but a monster hiding under skin that of a human. The eyes flicker down to his hands, before flashing back up again and staring creepily into his own.
The air gets heavier, the smell grows tenser and even more putrid before something flashes in front of his eyes and his ears start ringing.

He hears a voice, it is almost like a melody, reach his ears and somehow overpower the ringing. He refuses to look away from the shadows.

"Tommy" the voice says.

His hands tighten into fists, tails swishes angrily behind him and ears press back. The figure tilts its head to the side, almost as if it is mocking him.

"My treasure.. my reward"

He snarls at the words, sickened by what it says. Tommy belongs to no one, he is no mere reward. Not for some twisted fucks as long as Techno had anything to say about it.

The figure steps forward, whips out a sword and stares.

"You will always stay with me. You will be cherished and loved till the day you die, till I breathe. Like a trophy, you will be polished and shaped into a diamond under my power."

Technoblade lunges first, with no weapon but his hands and fangs. A sword comes flying, catching his shoulder but he pushes forward and tackles the figure to the ground.
A grunt of pain escapes his lips when his front collides with the floor, a little disoriented when he sees no one under his own body. In the corner of his eye, he sees the figure approach from between the shadows, sword scraping the floor. It soon later is raised and brought back down at his neck, but he pushes back and gets back to his feet. Swiping out with his leg, he sends the figure falling to the ground and struggles to pin them down.
When he thinks he has the figure trapped and pinned, it disappears and his hands are left empty, scratching at the air. He swears, growls but before he manages to get back up, he receives a hit to his head and is pushed back to the floor.

"Your gift will come in handy and will be appreciated. It will be in good hands, don't you worry"

It's not his memory nor a dream, Technoblade realizes. It's the same situation as before, back when they faced Bad and his little group.
His eye burned as he pushed himself up and away from the figure, putting as much distance between them as he could.
His left hand shot up to cover his eye just when the figure lunged forward and a bright white light blinded him for a moment.