Broken- DreamNotFound/ Gream

Chapter. 23

Time: Unknown.

Life Count: Unknown.

Technoblade:

He couldn't feel anything.

There was only darkness.

There was no pain, even though he knew wounds were covering his body right now.

There were no thoughts racing through his mind.

There was only peace.

He wished he could stay here forever.

He could stay here forever.

If he just let go.

There was a shimmery string keeping him there, floating.

Keeping him tethered.

If he followed the string, he would be led back.

Led back to the world of pain and misery.

But if he just reached out and snapped the string, broke away from it.

He would stay in this world of peace forever.

"Techno? Techno, help!"

Niki's sweet voice.

She sounded like she had been screaming, her voice raised and terrified as Techno tried to look around for her. Her shouts were cut off by the swish of metal in the air, and the maniacal laughter of Wilbur Soot.

"Niki! Niki, where are you?" Techno shouted to the empty space he was floating in. "Where are you?"

"Techno! Help me!"

This time the voice changed into Tubbo's terrified scream, the sounds of the boy whimpering in pain. The echo of a laugh as Tubbo's voice was abruptly ended, a mad laugh of a psychopath, Wilbur.

"Tubbo!" Techno screamed, trying to move his body, to look around at least to find them and help them. "What's happening?"

"Techno, I'm sorry."

His father.

Philza's voice was filled with so much pain as Techno tried to move his head, looking for the blond man. Then Phil's soft voice was abruptly cut off as the same laugh echoed through his head again, Wilbur's laugh.

"Phil..." Techno whispered, searching for his father's warm, welcoming face, but only finding the darkness. "Phil, where are you?"

"Technoblade!"

Dream.

He sounded so agonized, so in pain as Techno tried to look for the masked man, his eyes scanning the empty space.

"Techno, please-"

Dream's scream of help just... ended.

Cut off by a swish of a knife and a small cough as Dream's words died on his lips, the image so vivid. The image of Dream laying in the heather, a knife buried hilt deep in his chest, blood running down his chin as a shadow stood over him, laughing. The white mask was fractured, broken clean in half, and one side of Dream's handsome face stared up at Techno. The light in the man's green eyes faded, his outstretched hand going limp as he took his last breath.

Then, when he blinked, it was gone.

"Dream?" Techno whispered, the image of the blond man's eyes going dim, and his blood pouring out into the grass still burned into his eyelids. "Dream, what's going on?"

Silence.

"Techno! Techno, help me!"

The world paused.