𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 || Dreamnoblade || Discontinued (?)

Chapter 6

Third Person's POV:
It's been 3 weeks since Dream began living in the castle. A couple more until the trip to Craftia. Bad, however, wished the trip was today. Because there has not been a single hour in which Dream and Techno were not arguing.

"Touch my dog again, and I'll kill you," Techno growled, holding Floof closer to his chest, "And Phil won't stop me this time."

His glare toward the other was so impossibly hateful, you wouldn't even know he was talking about a dog. Floof however, seemed blissfully unaware, instead, just licked Techno on the cheek, drawing a little smile.

"Well I'm sorry he likes me more," the blonde snarked in response, bringing the the attention back on him, "maybe you're just too boring for him."

The pinkette seemed to become offended by that. He released the dog, taking a couple steps closer to his rival. Their gaze met, intense and penetrating. Just a couple inches apart. Hot breath was shared between the two. Their sudden proximity created tension thicker than honey. Practically dripping from the air.

Techno found himself with the equal urge to either close the gap between them, or smack the shit out of Dream.

"What kind of flirting is this..." George muttered to Sapnap, who was just leisurely lounging nearby. The younger shrugged, watching to the two arguing men.

"5 coins says Dream is going to punch Techno right now," Sapnap whispered, turning to his friend. George smirked.

"10 coins says Dream will kiss Techno right now."

Groaning, Bad exclaimed, "Stop betting on peopl-"

Before he could even finish his words, there was a loud "THUD!"

Dream had smacked Techno across the head. Immediately after, the prince lunged at the other, tackling him to the ground. They began pushing and pulling at each other.

"Owe me 5 coins," Sapnap noted blankly, elbowing his friend. George rolled his eyes.

Hearing the sudden commotion, a relatively new maid came rushing over, about to stop the fight. Bad placed an arm to stop her.

"It happens all the time. They'll be fine." He sounded exhausted by this. Like an overworked mother. Heaving a tired sigh, Bad plopped down on a chair, not even bothering to look over the fight.

For a while, it seemed like it was going to be the usual conflict. They fight until one of them gets hurt, blow off the steam, then fight again tomorrow. It was almost a schedule.

Until suddenly, the door to the library slammed open. Both boys glanced up from their positions. Techno's eyes widened in horror.

The hall fell silent apart from the clacking of shoes on marble floors. And Tomny, who let out a low "oooooh."

"Oh Phil! You're here early..." Techno sputtered, scrambling onto his feet. His voice was higher than usual, indicating he was nervous.

"What's going on, Techno?" the King asked calmly. Although, anyone who knew him well, could tell he was livid. His eyes held this motherly rage to it. Besides him, Wilbur shook his head, a gesture that usually meant, "you're fucked."

The prince straightened up, unable to meet Phil's gaze. Instead, lingering just below his head. Like a dejected cat. He was prepared to be scolded, when suddenly...

"I provoked him first, your majesty." Dream replied curtly, "I started it."

Hearing this, the pinkette flashed a confused look. What?

Shaking his head profusely, Techno objected, "Nono, I was bein' a little dramatic. It's my fault."

Dream's brows furrowed at that. He nudged the other aggressively, gritting out the words,