Dreamnoblade one shots for funsies

The king in the dungeon

Techno laid on the floor in front of his throne, bloody and defeated, surrounded by the enemy. A sword was held to his neck, not caring about the drop of blood forming. He knew this was the end, he knew he couldn't go on anymore. His life flashed before his eyes as he remembered the good times, the times he had with his brothers, the wars he won, he just hoped history would look back on him as a good ruler. As he waited for the sweet release of death to take him to his colleagues, the man standing before him spoke.

"You fought well King Technoblade, and I admire staying on your throne until the end, it was the honorable thing to do. All I ask is one thing, surrender. Surrender and I'll be able to stop the war, no one else will get hurt."

"Yes, I surrender. Take my kingdom. Are you happy?"

"Yes, I am, thank you for asking."

Techno finally looked up at the man holding a sword to his neck. He was wearing a bright green cloak over sturdy armor, its hood covering most of his face. He had a mask over his eyes Techno now knew as ominous and threatening, the smiley face made sadistic with the stains of his blood. He bowed down his head, careful to not move his neck. "All hail King Dream." He said, his pride long dashed.

Dream withdrew his sword as the people around him moved forward to congratulate their leader. "Throw him in the dungeon." He ordered, two burly men quickly apprehending Techno and dragging him to the basement without a fight. A public execution would be more fitting anyway.

Techno sat in the cold cell he had used for so long. Many people had been here before him, murderers, extremists, psychopaths, now he numbered among their lot. The cell wasn't that small, the thin mattress only covering about a fifth of the room. The walls were scratched and splashed with blood and other bodily fluids. He was just glad he wasn't in the steel chains that hung from the wall. He ate the food he was given, despite his impending doom, if this guy treated his prisoners well, he would be a good ruler.

After a few days, the door to the dungeon opened revealing a male frame, not the young maid who gave him his meals. This was it. He stood up, wanting to get this over with.

"Technoblade! Hey!" It was Dream. Was he here to execute him himself? Hardly a job for a king. "How's it going?"

It was at that moment that Techno realized that he wasn't going to die. His depression was replaced with bewilderment as he looked at the cheerful king wearing his crown. "Uh, normal."

"Cool, cool. How's your cell, I just put you in whatever, so you can move if you'd like. You'd know better than me which ones the best."

He instantly thought of the cell down the hall with a window that overlooked a forest. He would always send the mildest prisoners there, but this wasn't the time. "Why aren't you killing me?"

Dream seemed to slump a bit. "Why would I? I can make sure you don't have any heirs, and you can't exactly stage a coup down here. Though it may not seem like it, I'm not that bloodthirsty."

Techno sat thoughtful, reexamining what he thought of Dream. "The one down the hall." He said.

"What?"

"The cell all the way down the hall over there has a nice view, I'd like to be there."

Techno might not have been able to see his mouth, but he could tell Dream smiled. A guard was called to move him over. Once he was in his new cell, Dream started to walk away before calling back, "Let Sylvee know if you need anything!" Sylvee, a girl's name. She must be the maid who brings his food.

Weeks went by and Techno never fulfilled the kind gesture. He didn't really want anything, other than his kingdom, but that wasn't something he could ask for. It seemed defeat had humbled him. Dream popped by once again, reason unknown. "Technoblade, heya!"

"Hello."

"Anything new? You can see the season changing through your window right? That must be nice."

Techno couldn't focus on anything except the shining piece of metal placed on Dream's head. "You're wearing my crown." He said, more spitefully than he meant it.

Dream was surprised. "This thing? Yeah, crowns aren't exactly common. Did you want it back?"

Techno couldn't stop himself from telling the truth. "My father had it made for me."

"Oh! I knew it was a little loose for my head. Sure, I'll give it to you once I have a new one made."

There was silence between the current and dethroned monarchs. "The changing season is really nice. I never noticed it before."

Dream stood there with an unreadable expression. "You're right." And with that he was gone.

Only a dozen days after that and Dream was back again. He didn't say anything this time, just sat on the floor of the hallway. Unsure of how to proceed, Techno stayed silent. Dream was still wearing Techno's crown, but this was certainly not the time to bring that up.

Weeks still and Techno was given a surprise at lunch. Along with the usual bread and soup, his crown, newly polished, was placed on his tray.

He didn't notice as tears fell down his face as he put on the precious object. It fit him perfectly, the dents of the metal lining up with the dents of his head making the cold metal object the most comfortable thing he owned. This crown represented everything he loved.

"Sylvee?" He asked.

"Yeah?"

"Tell Dream thank you."

She smiled brightly. "Alright."

After that, Techno quickly got used to Dream stopping by his cell every so often. They would chat about little things, like the food, or the weather, or the rat that stopped by once. Once though, Techno answered Dream's usual greeting with, "I'm fine, how about you?" Neither of them expected for Dream to freeze in his tracks.

"I'm, I'm-" he stuttered. "I'm stressed."

"You're stressed?"

"I'm stressed out of my mind, being a king is so hard."

Techno paused. "Do you come here to run away from your problems?" Dream nodded. Techno had done the same thing when he was king, only instead of visiting prisoners, he would hide in an empty room. "Are you saying no to people? Are you delegating your responsibilities?"

Dream looked at him as if he was a wizard. "How did you-"

"Don't forget, I'm experienced in specifically being king."

Dream continued staring at him before removing his mask and grabbing Techno's shoulders. "Though I'm not releasing you as prisoner, you are now my royal advisor."

Techno looked at the face he'd been denied for so long. His eyes were wide, his skin was clear, only the faintest hint of wrinkles graced his eyes. He was young. Techno knew from his research that Dream was the same age as him, but his unscathed face, his eyes that were still sparkling, all of him betrayed the fact that he was woefully inexperienced. Of course the new king needed his help, and he was more than willing to give it.

Techno was keen on never giving political advice, only advice on how to carry through with it. This wasn't purely out of respect though, Techno had had enough of that stress in his life already, and was happy to pass it on to another. Rumors spread through the kingdom of the new royal advisor, the mysterious man trapped in the basement, whose very existence was a state secret. The man who narcissistically wore a crown and controlled the king like a puppet. But of course, these were far from the truth.