Dream Minecraft: The life and lies of an admin

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Category: Other
Fandom: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF
Relationship: No Romantic Relationship(s), Phil Watson/Kristen Watson, Clay |
Dream & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream &
TommyInnit & Technoblade & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Clay
| Dream & Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & Phil Watson, Alexis | Quackity
& Clay | Dream
Character: Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson (Video Blogging
RPF), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Dave | Technoblade, Sapnap
(Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur
Soot, (badboyhalo), Darryl Noveschosch, Toby Smith | Tubbo, Jschlatt
(Video Blogging RPF), Cara | CaptainPuffy, Kristen Watson, Clay |
Dream's Sister Drista (Video Blogging RPF), Ranboo (Video Blogging
RPF), Eret (Video Blogging RPF), Sam | Awesamdude (Video Blogging
RPF), Sam | Awesamdude, Charlie | Slimecicle, 5up (Video Blogging
RPF)
Additional Tags: Winged Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Protective Clay | Dream
(Video Blogging RPF), Older Sibling Clay | Dream (Video Blogging
RPF), Fluff, Winged TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Older Sibling
Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Good Older Sibling Technoblade
(Video Blogging RPF), Soft Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Clay |
Dream is Not Manipulative (Video Blogging RPF), Doctor Darryl
Noveschosch, Bad Parent Cara | CaptainPuffy, Jschlatt is Toby Smith |
Tubbo's Parent, Alcoholic Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF), Bad Parent
Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF), Goat Hybrid Toby Smith | Tubbo, Sheep
Hybrid Cara | CaptainPuffy, Abusive Parents, Adoptive Parent Phil
Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Manipulative Alexis | Quackity, Mild
Language, Parent Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Cuddling &
Snuggling, Fluff and Angst, Family Dynamics, Winged Wilbur Soot,
Training, Found Family, Clay | Dream Needs a Hug (Video Blogging
RPF), Clay | Dream Gets a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), Everyone
Needs A Hug, Everyone Gets A Hug, Trauma, Flashbacks, Post-
Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Mumza - Freeform, Phil Watson is
Clay | Dream's Parent (Video Blogging RPF), Avian Phil Watson (Video
Blogging RPF), Avian Wilbur Soot, Avian TommyInnit (Video Blogging
RPF), Avian Alexis | Quackity, Redemption, Morally Ambiguous Alexis |
Quackity, 5up shows up at some one scene pog, Dream helps Quackity
raise his standards, Sapnap and Karl are bad boyfriends, Protective
TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), slaps roof of fanfic this bad boy can
hold so many tropes!
Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Dream Minecraft
Stats: Published: 2021-06-04 Completed: 2021-10-24 Chapters: 47/47 Words:
73133

Dream Minecraft: The life and lies of an admin

 by littlesunshinegirl16

Summary

Dream has been hiding all his life, whether it be his face, heritage, or biology, there was
always something to hide. when all the things he's hiding start forcing themselves to be
seen Dream finds himself getting more then he bargained for.

Now if the world could stop fucking with him that would be great.

Just fixing some rookie mistakes I made when starting this, not changing the plot just don't
want to cringe while re- reading this lol.

Notes

See the end of the work for notes

 Growing pains

When Tommy finally had grown into his wings it was in no way a painless process, from his back
came entirely new limbs, his bones breaking and reforming to allow him a blessing of flight that he
couldn't even enjoy because his bloody primaries weren't even formed, instead down grew where
his feathers should have been.

“Don't worry about it mate,” Philza poured a glass of tea into a cup sitting next to his window,
“once you are done maturing then we can bond and your primaries should come in within a week
or two”

“I've already grown the buggers,” Tommy groaned as he leaned into his chair, “I kinda wanna use
them Phil.”

Phil chuckled, shaking his head and turning his focus back to pulling his chair out and sitting down
before idly sipping his tea

A knock at the door disturbed the silence as Phil groaned and slowly stood from his chair, standing
at the door was someone who had become a frequent visitor since tommie’s maturing process
started.

“Good morning Dream, what brings you here?” Phil smiled at the young man at the door.

“Good morning Phil, how is Tommy doing?” Dream smiled respectfully behind the mask that
covered the top half of his face.

“He's still complaining about not being able to fly yet, figures.” Phil and Dream chuckled before
Dream opened his satchel, bringing out a nice shirt.

“I found this while I was out, I figured with this growth spurt he probably can’t fit his old clothes
the same so I brought him these clothes.” The clothes were strikingly similar to Tommy's old red
and white wardrobe, but on closer inspection you were able to see the long slits on two sides of the
shirt for his wings.

“Oh thank you Dream. Hey Tommy Dreams here!” a whirring noise echoed through the house
before the teen struggled to the door and snatched Dream into a tight embrace.
“Geez man where’ve you been? it's been forever ``Tommy smiled from ear to ear, and Philza was
pretty sure that Dream was too.

“I was only gone for about a week. Dream chuckled and pushed Tommy to take a look at him,
keeping him at arm's length.

“Almost a week of boredom of the highest order Dream, if I have to drink another cup of tea while
staring out the bloody window, I will go insane.” Tommy said in a serious tone.

“Tommy you have to take it easy for a bit,” Philza intervened “we don't want you to push yourself
after you grew another set of limbs”

“But I feel great,” Tommy said. “I feel like I could run a marathon, or build a house. Literally
anything that's not gardening!”

“Oh, Philza let you take over the garden?” Dream asked

“I had to beg, but yes” Tommy crossed his arms and glared holes into Philza who waved off the
hostile stare with his hand.

“I figured if he was going to do something challenging then he might as well do something that I
can monitor.” Phil looked at Dream with a stern glare and crossed his arms

Dream put his hands up in surrender “hey, I’m innocent, it's Tommy you should be scolding here.”

“Hey!” Tommy whined as he dropped himself into the couch.

“Welp, I gotta head back out” Dream pointed a thumb in the direction of the door

“Whaaat? But you just got here” Tommy stared at Dream, a distraught look reflecting in his eyes

“I just have some errands to run real quick Tommy, I’ll be back before you know it” Dream put his
gloved hand on Tommy’s shoulder in a reassuring manner
“Please don't go, Phil is soooo boring” Tommy looked at Dream with begging puppy dog eyes.

“Hey those may work on Phil, but not me bro” Dream shoved his hand on Tommy’s face before
dropping it and giving him another reassuring smile, “If he gets to be too bad you can always
contact me on the communicator Tommy it's not like I’m going too far”

“You sure have been going out more often Dream” Phil said in a matter of faculty voice

Dream shrugged his shoulders, dismissing Phil’s statement, “I can't stay in one place too long Phil
you know that”

Phil chuckled “are you sure you’re not a hybrid”

It was Tommy's turn to chuckle “mama ender”

Dream glared at the pair, “for the last time I’m just a human” Dream said defensively. biting the
inside of his cheek as a smile tried to force its way on his face “i didn't hatch from an egg as
Techno thinks”

Dream walked back to the door “see ya two”

“Bye Dream!” Tommy shouted as the door clicked closed.

Dream stretched out his back as soon as he was outside, feeling it pop in multiple crevices and
crack in others, the healing potions had been doing little to nothing for the pain, hence why he was
coming back. He should have listened to Puffy when she said that sleeping on the forest floor
would ruin his back

God, he hoped he had ruined his back, the alternative was less than ideal
 bonding and pain relief
Chapter Summary

Dreams back is getting worse, Tommy is a child and Phil is worried

Dream glared at the empty glass bottle in his hand, the healing potions had stopped having an
effect on the pain, allowing sharp agonizing electricity to shoot down his back in hellish vigor.

“Are you alright mate?” Phil glanced at Dream as he was walking to the living room, taking note
of his hunched over posture as he sat at the table.

“I hurt my back while I was exploring somehow, Puffy just told me to take it easy but I don't think
it's helping” Dream's voice cracked and broke as he spoke to Phil.

“Oh my god, he's oooold, he's aged!” Tommy spoke in his signature mocking voice and laughed at
the man in front of him, fluffy wings shaking with every gfaw.

“Have you gone to Bad?” Phil ignored Tommy's taunts and placed a hand on Dream's shoulder.

“Didn't say anything new, other than that he would take a look at it next week if the pain
continues.” Dream crossed his arms over the table and put his head down, Phil hummed lightly,
gently grasping Dream's shoulder.

“Would you mind if I took a look?” Dream sat back up and looked at Phil with half lidded eyes

“Since when were you a doctor?” Phil shrugged his shoulders.

“I'm not, but I have helped techno with some battle wounds after some of his worst battles, so I
know a thing or two.” Dream hummed

“Alright, don't follow us Tommy.” Dream began walking in the direction of the bathroom.

“Like I would want to you prick” Tommy said before turning his attention back to his phone

Phil followed Dream before they made it to the bathroom, Dream taking off his shirt and sitting on
the toilet.

“Most of the pain is on the shoulder blades, feels like they're broken or where and are now healed
wrong.” Phil couldn't help but marvel at Dream's well formed mussels, he had to admit they were
impressive, his cloak did a good job of hiding it but Dream was jacked.

Phil took a close look at Dreams back, “well mate your collarbone is definitely broken”

“Fuck” Dream cursed under his breath, Phil chuckled before turning his attention back to Dream

“Is it alright if I touch your back?” Dream physically flinched at the idea but after some mental
debate tentatively nodded his head.
Where Dream had expected awkward sensations and tense shoulders, in its place was the sensation
of deep innermost relaxation, most of the pain in his back was reduced to an annoying itch on
either side of his back.

“You alright there mate?” Phil's voice startled Dream out of whatever trance he had been put in
bringing the man's worried face to Dreams' attention.

“Yeah, I'm great actually.” Dream smiled lightly as Phil began running his hands over the two
points of irritation. “Where your hands are now is where the worst of the pain is.”

“There are two odd bumps there mate, might be cysts or broken bones.'' At the mention of the
bumps Dream began tensing again, nothing that came to Dreams mind meant anything good for his
lifestyle, especially since he was human.
“Just wondering mate,” Phil forced Dream out of the dark thoughts rushing through his head.

“Yeah man, shoot.”

“Why do you wear all those clothes, can't be comfortable, much less flexible” Dream himself had
wondered this, pondered changing his appearance for a much more comfortable, lighter outfit, but
had always decided otherwise.

“I guess it's just what I'm used to at this point, it used to be great for staying in the shadows during
the war, but now I guess I could change it.” Dreams' tangent seemed to brighten Phil's mood as his
light hands began massaging Dreams back.

“Aren't fathers supposed to only massage the backs of their children during their molt?" Dream
chuckled through the sentence.

“As long as you are under my roof you are my son, that's just how it goes.” Phil shrugged before
continuing massaging the young adults back. “How about this mate, once your back gets better you
and I go to the village near here and get you a better wardrobe?”

All thought of declining was already out the window as a small smile spread across Dreams face
“sounds great man, can't wait.”
 Dreadful revelations and tearful goodbyes
Chapter Summary

Dream goes back to Bad, no good news comes from it

A Wilbur update

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Bad stared at Dream quizzically, “and apparently a massage was the only thing that helped?”

Dream nodded as bad began pacing.

“Have you tried getting a massage from anyone else?” Bad looked up at dream

“Well, I had Puffy try, but all that happened was more pain,” Bad nodded and began pacing

“How in the world would a massage help a destroyed collarbone?” Bad muttered under his breath
but Dream heard anyway.

“Wait, how bad are we talking about?” Dream smiled as anxiety began rising up his throat. Bad
physically paused and loosened his collar as he walked to his desk and pulled out his x rays.

“Dream,” Bad pulled a pointer out and pointed at an x-ray of his back. Your collar bone along with
many of your ribs seem to have reformed entirely, creating two entirely new entities. Dream felt his
blood run cold at the sight of the x-ray, the last thing he wanted, the worst possible outcome was
sitting right in front of him, taunting him.

“Would it be possible to remove them?” Dreams' voice was small and squeaky as he stared down
at his lap.

“I don't see any way that we could without causing more pain, I can't tell yet if they will evolve or
not but if we try removing them now it could result in permanent damage to multiple major arteries
and muscles which are primarily used for your arms, resulting in chronic pain in your back.”
Dream could feel tears itching at the edges of his eyes.

Bad placed his hand on Dream’s shoulder, not missing how he flinched at the touch.

“Dream, I know it seems helpless right now but it might work out, and even if it doesn't it's not like
all of us will leave you in the dust.” Dream looked at Bad with teary eyes ``even if it all ends up
with permanent damage to your back, we won't let it stop you from exploring, you know that
right?”

Dream looked down and shook his head slowly. “That's not what I’m worried about, I think I know
what this is and it's not something I ever wanted.” Bad paused and looked Dream in the eye.

“Is there any way I could help?” Bad’s voice was soft but that didn't help dreams mood in the
slightest. He wanted to punch something, cry, scream, anything but sit here and hold himself back.

“Not unless you can rewrite someone's DNA” Dream huffed before standing up. “Thanks for the
help, Bad.” and with that, he was gone.

Dream stared at Phil’s house, from his place in the woods, he had tried so hard, so hard and still
everything had fallen apart in his hands, he had everything he wanted, a nomad life, a relationship
with his father, friends, family, and still life had managed to throw a curveball that he had almost
managed to forget existed.

Dream watched Tommy as he jumped into Wilbur’s arms, Wilbur’s wings had finally come in,
marking him as an immortal elytrain, ready to start his own journey.

“Make sure to come back alright son?” Wilbur smiled at his father before nodding into Tommy’s
head.

“Of course Phil, after all this is my home” Wilbur was practically glowing as he began prying
Tommy off him.

“And you will write right, every night?” Phil grasped Tommy by the arm and tugged him away
from Wilbur before he could go for another hug.
“Of course, Phil, as long as you promise to tell me if anything crazy happens right?”

“Of course, wouldn't have it any other way” the weight of the situation finally seemed to crash on
the happy family as Technoblade pulled Tommy close and Wilbur’s tawny feathers gleamed in the
sunlight. “Promise to get enough sleep every night?”

“Of course, Phil”

“And you have that map I gave you right?”

“Yes, I do Phil”

“Are you sure you don't want to stay another night just in case?”

“I'm sure Phil”

“And you have a change of clothes”

“Everything is packed Phil”

“Do you have the li-'' Wilbur put his hands on Phil’s shoulders effectively stopping him mid-
sentence.

“Phil, I appreciate that you're worried about me but I need to get going, I'm not going to die, I'll
write every day I have memorized everything I could memorize, I’m not a child anymore Phil, I
can handle myself.”

Phil took a shaky breath as Wilbur pulled in into a tight hug, “I promise I’ll visit as much as I can.''
Phil nodded but didn't say anything as Tommy and Techno began yelling out goodbyes and see you
laters in Wilbur’s direction as he took off and made his way through the sky.
 As Wilbur began a new chapter of his life, he saw Dream standing on the top of a tree waving at
him, a smiley face mask shining with all the colors of the sunset. Wilbur gave him a tentative wave
and continued his accent until he left with the sun, leaving nothing more than sparkling stars in his
wake.

The pain in Dream’s back was nearing unbearable

Chapter End Notes

Sorry for any mistakes I made, if you guys have any tips and tricks on how to improve
don't hesitate to tell me in the comments, requests are open.
 the winging
Chapter Summary

I have yet to find a better name for someone getting their wings, and Dream has wings
now I guess.

Also, Philza is called Dadza for a reason

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

“Not like this,” leaves and twigs dig into his arms as he writhes on the forest floor, his cloak
soaked with mud, blood and covered in pine needles. Blood poured from his back staining the
snow below him and dripping down his fingers, one long dark, heavy limb sticking out of his back,
covered with red, lightning shock through his body as the only lump left shifted under his back,
rubbing the already blistering skin raw. Dreams' lip was swollen and bleeding, his teeth digging
into each other as hushed cries died at the back of his throat.

Dream had been on his way back to L'manberg, back to the community house after he had seen
Wilbur sent off. His back was worse after the sendoff but he had assumed that a healing potion
from bad would help him, how wrong he was. As he had jumped off the tree and onto the forest
floor, it was like his back had screamed at him before black dots spotted his vision and the sun was
thrown on his back, leaving him dazed and half dead on the forest floor.

Phil shot out of his bed and out the window. The cold wind bit his smoky wings as he flew into the
air, perhaps Wilbur had been hurt before he left, cursing himself and his lapse in judgment, he grit
his teeth as the clear cry from a chick echoed in his head.

Another shock of pain as daggers where thrown into his back, tears were waterfalls on his face, as
choked sobs now fell from him through grit teeth, the zombies and skeletons where coming his
way, and he wasn't all that interested in losing a life, Tommy would never let him live that down.
A sigh of relief whispered on his lips as a second limb rested on the ground next to him and the
pain began to numb.

In his haze Dream had not realized what that meant for him.

Phil tackled the first skellington to the ground, snatching its bow from its hands and breaking it in
half, throwing himself off the skellington and toward a zombie that was getting a little bit too close
to whoever was on the floor, punching the zombie away before pushing it into a tree, effectively
stunning it long enough for Phil to snatch up the figure and take to the sky.

Dream saw the figure come to his rescue and attack the mobs before the chilly air became too
heavy and he suddenly felt weightless.

Phil could feel the bones of this man digging into his arms, the way his wings weighed him down,
the wings were currently resting on Phil's arm, soaking his sleeve with blood.

Tommy stood at the front door of Phil’s cottage, he had heard the cry and Phil's window breaking,
leaving him sleepless and worried. “Who is that, Phil?” Tommy moved out of the way as Phil
scrambled onto the house.

“I don't know Tommy, but I’m going to need you to fix my nest, this guy just molted in the forest.”
Tommy was shocked but scrambled to snatch the blankets from the closet and move to Phil’s
room.

Phil placed the man on the couch, the candlelight revealing the white porcelain mask of Dream,
Phil sighed. Pulling out a knife he was able to cut the man out of his ruined outfit, reaching under
the couch where there was a first aid kit he pulled out the bandage and gauze.

Phil stood up and began walking to Tommy's room only for Dream to grab onto his shirt. “Don't
worry mate” he gently led the man's hand back on the couch, “I just have to grab something really
quick.” Dream nodded before Phil shot to Tommy's room and suddenly appeared at Dream’s side
again, a bottle of ointment resting in his hand.

“Alright mate, let's get this done alright?” Dream’s mask shifted to the bottle, then to Phil before
he nodded.

Phil pulled out a cotton pad, placing disinfectant on the pad before gently beginning to clean the
blood off Dream’s back, slowly making his way to the base of his wings. "alright mate, this is
going to hurt like hell.” Dream nodded before Phil placed the cotton on the open wound, feeling
Dream tense at the pain. He grabbed Dream's hand, the kid almost breaking it with his grip as Phil
continued cleaning the wound. Softly dabbing the wound as his hand began losing circulation. Phil
threw the rag to the side before grabbing the ointment and the gauze.

“This will help to prevent scarring; it should also numb the pain so don't freak out alright son?”
Dream nodded before releasing Phil’s hand and doing his best to relax.
 Dream began spacing out as Phil continued working, feeling the adrenaline rush come to a slow
end, leaving him exhausted and numb. Phil put the first aid kit back in its place, taking a moment to
look at the damage done, the ointment was making quick work of most of the damage, the skin on
the wings and the skin on Dreams back where slowly getting closer, it would probably stop
bleeding once he got the boy to sleep.

Tommy rushed back into the living room; blankets were gone from his arms. “Your nest is ready,
Phil!” Tommy shouted, Dream flinched, Phil hurredly shushed Tommy as he stood.

“Thank you, Tommy, you should get back to bed.” Phil pulled Tommy in for a hug before putting
him on the back, “sweet dreams by boy” Tommy returned the hug.

“Good night Phil” Tommy began walking back to his bedroom, Phil blocking Dream from his line
of vision.

Phil turned back to Dream, soft snores and steady breath escaping him. Phil smiled softly, only
imagining how peaceful he must look right now. Picking him up was easier than it should have
been for someone his age, reminding him of how boney he was, he made a mental note to change
that.

Gently placing Dream into his nest Phil took a moment to hold him, an elytrian should never be
without their own kind, many elytrians have died without ever seeing their own wings because of
circumstance, and somehow Dream was one of the unlucky, yet lucky ones.

As Phil began standing to his feet, something caught on his sleeve, looking down Phil could see
that Dreams mask had slipped slightly off his face, probably while he was on the couch, revealing
an eye greener than the brightest of emeralds.

“Stay, please” Phil froze, his heart shattered at the sight, this was someone respected by even
Technoblade, someone Phil would trust to protect his own sons. Phil sat back down pulling Dream
close before laying back down, allowing Dream to rest his head over Phil’s heart.

“Goodnight mate”

Chapter End Notes

The first person to comment said that they couldn't wait for Phil to help Dream so i did
this, I actually had it in the works for a while, I just wanted to get it right.
 Phil wakes up. it all goes downhill from there
Chapter Summary

going to sleep with a new son and waking up to your other two sons doesn't sound that
odd, however, Philza's kids are just too chaotic to have one peaceful evening.

TLDR: someone wanted Tommy's reaction, I delivered

Tommy awoke to a blood-soaked couch and an empty house, “bloody hell,” Tommy began
removing the covers of the couch, seeing that the blood had soaked into the padding of the
cushion, Tommy ended up throwing away the cushions and going to sit on the rocking chair with a
book making a mental note to make whoever this was pay for a new couch.

If Tommy had looked out the window, he would have seen a pink haired anarchist walking toward
the door, before knocking on it, disturbing the peace that the teenager had been enjoying.

Tommy groaned before standing up and opening the door, “good morning The Blade, what brings
you here?” Technoblade slipped off his mask, stepping inside the house and placing his cloak and
mask on a hook.

“I wanted to talk to Phil, I assume you heard that scream last night?” Tommy sighed

“He found the guy, said that he had molted in the middle of the forest, got blood all over our good
couch and everything.” Techno grunted as he made his way into the kitchen, raising an eyebrow in
Tommy's direction as the boy followed him.

Technoblade hummed “so there are more elytrians?” Tommy shrugged.

“He could be an avian, but I wasn't able to get a good look at him” the boy glanced at Phil’s
bedroom door, which had remained firmly shut since his father had gone in there with that man.
“Phil took him into his nestroom last night so I assume that he is someone that he trusts”

“Is Phil still asleep?” Technoblade stepped away from the furnace, baked potato sitting on a plate
in his hand.
“Yeah, he was up late taking care of the guy, I wouldn't be surprised if he stayed in bed all day.”
Technoblade sighed and began walking to Phil’s room

“I'm going to check on him.” Tommy scrambled to grab Technoblade by the hand.

“I don't know about that man, the guy just molted and from what I saw he has some of the worst
side effects, I think we should just wait until Phil gets out.” Tommy's feet were screeching on the
ground as the warrior moved untethered. Technoblade paused, looked at him and shrugged,
walking to the kitchen table and began munching on his potato.

Phil slowly came back to consciousness, his arm was wrapped tightly around a small body, matted
down on the body's back. Opening his eyes, Phil was welcomed with long strands of gold scattered
on his nest, connected to the still sleeping Dream. Part of Phil wanted to snuggle back into the
covers, move his wings to cover the sun, and go back to sleep, but if he didn't get the boys wings
cleaned up soon then sores would start appearing and Phil couldn't let the fledgling lose his wings
to an infection so soon after getting them.

Slowly twisting himself away from Dream, placing a fluffy pillow in his place and walking to his
door, Phil was greeted with Technoblade and Tommy waiting for him in the kitchen.

“Good morning boys!” Phil waved his hand in the boy's direction, Tommy and Techno almost
jumped through the roof as the elders' voice echoed through the room.

“Good morning Phil.” Tommy waved back

“Morning Phil.” Techno greeted nonchalantly, his eyes shooting in Phil’s direction before
returning back to his half-finished potato. Phil took a moment to ruffle Tommy's already tousled
hair before heading for the front door.

“Where are you headed Phil?” Tommy asked as he stood from his chair.

“I need to get some water from the river, Dreams wings are still bloody, I need to help him clean
them.” Phil froze in place. Scrambling to go back to his bedroom, too late as Tommy and Techno
were already there, slamming the door open.

Dream shot up. Scrambling to the darkest part of the nest practically rolling in that direction as his
back screamed in protest at the movement,

“WHAT THE HELL?” Tommy’s hands went to his hair, Dream was sitting in Phil’s room, two
bloody wings sticking out of his back and he looked like he had been thrown through a forest.
Some twigs were still hanging from the long-destroyed outfit which now hung off him in strands.

“Well… this is new” Techno stepped in front of Tommy, slowly approaching Dream, “care to
explain Phil?” Phil had just appeared at the doorway.

“He molted in the forest, I couldn't just leave him!” Phil walked back to the nest, stepping in and
standing in front of Dream defensively.

“I figured that Phil,” Techno’s arms crossed. “What I mean is, who is his mother, we both know
that you were the last elytrian after the end of the war.”

“WHAT THE HELL!” Tommy stumbled backward, his eyes shooting from Phil to Dream; Phil
copied Tommy's movements, his mouth hung loosely on its hinges, looing dangerously like he had
just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“I-I ”Phil put his hands up defensively but before he could say anything, Dream stood up gripping
Phil’s shoulder for support.

“I don't know who my mother was, my egg was abandoned after the war. “Dream’s voice was
covered in gravel and soaked in lava.

“Dream you need to sit back down alright?” Phil placed his hand on his shoulder and gently helped
him into a sitting position.

“Great, another main character.” Technoblade threw his hands up in the air, looking up at the
heavens as if he had just been damned to eternity. “Will I have to train this one too?” He shot his
hand toward the nest, Phil glaring at the hand before pushing it away.

“You won’t need to worry about that Technoblade.” Dream tried once again to stand up, Phil’s
hand on his shoulder holding him down. “I don't plan on staying here that long” Phil looked taken
aback by Dream’s words but turned his attention back to Technoblade.
“You can't tell anyone about this guys, Dream has enemies in multiple universes, if word gets out
that he is vulnerable right now he could end up dead.” Tommy stepped forward.

“Can someone please explain this to me, what the fuck is going on?” Tommy was practically
hyperventilating at this point. Dream lightly pushed Phil’s hand away, scooting closer to the edge
of the nest and gesturing to Tommy to join him. Tommy didn't move. “Dude this is creepy as fuck,
Phil what is going on?”

“I think he just wants you to keep him company mate” Phil looked up pleadingly at the boy.
Tommy looked over at Dream who was holding his hand out.

“Phil is going to help clean my wings, it's going to take a while to warm up the water, I will explain
everything.” Tommy hesitated before taking Dream's hand and using it as support to get into the
nest without breaking it.

“Come on Technoblade, we need to get some water.'' Phil grabbed Technoblade by the hand and
began dragging him out the door, stopping at his chest to grab a water bucket.

“So… is he your son or not?” Technoblade's hands rested lazily behind his head, his back leaned
backward and his eyes half lidded. Phil sighed, continuing toward the river

“I honestly don't know Technoblade”

 Tommy's molt (Part 1)
Chapter Summary

How a molt should go, Dream is a good brother and doesn't even know it, just trying to
clear some things up

Also tried making it longer for you guys, hope you liked it

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

At first it was father’s intuition, Tommy’s mood swings, a roll of his shoulders, and that was all he
had to see, Phil was immediately behind his son and administering a massage.

“The hell are you doing?'' Tommy forced Phil away, taking a tentative step away before he stopped
about a foot away from Phil, arms crossed and shoulders squared.

“It will be a shitty experience if you don't let me move the bones to where they need to be,
otherwise they will start moving on their own and that will be an entirely different fucking pain.''
Phil spoke in a matter of faculty voice as he stepped behind Tommy again, placing his hands on
Tommy’s back and feeling how the bones were starting to reform and grow.

“What the fuck are you talking about old man?” Tommy didn't move away from Phil’s
administration this time, allowing his father a sigh of relief.

“Growing your wings is no easy feat Tommy, you were lucky you were raised in a family of
elytrians, being distant from your kind could have made them come out a whole lot later,” Phil
chuckled as he saw Tommy perk up.

“Wait. I'm getting my wings?” Tommy’s eyes practically glowed with that special light only he
seemed to have, only appearing at times like these, the thought of adventure always too much
excitement for him to hide.

Phil chuckled, “why so surprised, did you think that you weren't going to get your wings?” Tommy
looked at Phil with a bright smile.
“Wilbur always told me that since our mom was a fridge, we would never be able to grow wings.”
Phil spoke through his laughter, doubling over and shaking as one laugh became a dozen. Tommy
stared up at him pleadingly as his father continued howling with laughter.

“Your mom isn't a fridge son!” Phil wheezed, his chest was burning, as his eyes filled with tears.

“Wh-what are you talking about, Wilbur told me that our mom was a Samsung fridge.'' Tommy put
his hands up defensively. Phil struggled with breath as he finally made eye contact with his
cringing son.

“It's not physically possible for a Samsung fridge to conceive Tommy” Phil took a deep breath and
turned his attention back to giving Tommy a massage,

“Then where did we come from Phil?” Tommy sat down on a kitchen chair allowing Phil to focus
on Tommy’s collarbone, it usually breaks during the molting process but hopefully Phil would be
able to help avoid that,

“You’re my son Tommy, obviously you were conceived and not by a Samsung fridge of all
things.”

“Then who conceived me?” Phil felt himself deflate slightly, long black hair and bright brown eyes
crowded his mind, warm summer days echoing in his ears, four eggs sitting in a nest her smile
etched in his mind, frozen there by an angel's kiss,

“Her name was Kristin”

Dream marched out of Puffy’s house, Schlatt was still yelling at him from the porch and Puffy
herself was glaring at the back of his head, they wouldn't remember this tomorrow, it would be
better for him to just wait it out.

When Dream was younger Schlatt may have been distant, and Puffy was never one to give physical
affection but at least they never made him feel like he couldn't be himself around them, it was only
recently that Puffy had begun sewing corsets into his outfits, Schlatt began telling him that it was
not normal for someone to jump from tree to tree as Dream had been doing for most of his life and
going into rants about how dangerous it was.
Dream dragged his feet down the prime path, fuming. The occasional onlooker quickly inched
away from the clearly on edge man. He didn't know where he was going, just that anywhere was
better than where he had been. His chest was spasming in the corset, cramps and a burning
sensation raking its nails down his back. He knew it shouldn't hurt as much as it did to wear and
made a mental note to get rid of the clothes that Puffy had made for him.

Dream froze when he saw a linen shop covered with blankets and pillows, He and Tommy had
gone down this same road, the boy ranting about how this was the only good place to get blankets.
He chuckled at the memory of the small rings he would make with his own blankets when he was
smaller, only to come home to his bed made up “the normal way” and Puffy's glares shot his
direction any time he went back to the closet for more blankets.

He didn't make silly nests out of his blankets anymore.

Carrying a dozen blankets with him now, Dream could not find it in himself to turn around and
begin walking back. Instead he walked wherever his feet decided to take him.

The path became increasingly cold as Dream continued his descent away from the main SMP and
more towards Snowchester, wrapping himself in one of the blankets he continued to walk.

Phil stepped out of Tommy’s room and slowly slid down the door and onto the cold hardwood
floor the worn wood grounding him as it rubbed his feathers under his cloak. Tommy had begun
the less pleasant parts of the molting process during dinner, luckily nothing had broken but they
needed to make Tommy a nest now, something Phil did not have any of the resources for. Leaving
a fledgling at a time like this, no matter how brief, could leave the boy with mental scars for the
rest of his life, taking Tommy with him was out of the question as he would probably be bedridden
for a couple of days. Normally Phil would have Techno do something but he was off on another
adventure, and God knows when he will get back from that.

Phil was contemplating what blankets or pillows he did not need when he heard a knock on the
door.

Opening the door, Phil was greeted by a snow-covered man with a mask that looked like it would
crack any moment now with how much he was trembling. a white sheet of snow billowing behind
him as he stood at the door frame.

“Dream, what are you doing here?'' Phil snatched the objects from the frozen man's hands. A short
sense of relief spread along his soul before he began rubbing Dreams' shoulders and gently leading
him to the well worn beige couch that sat in front of the fireplace.
The sound of chattering teeth surrounded them as Phil unrolled the blankets and spread them out in
front of the fire, moving the coffee table behind the couch as he worked. Moving away from the
blankets he scoot closer to Dream as the boy stared blankly into the fluttering flames.

“I d-didn't have anywhere else t-to go.” Dream said through chattering teeth ``Schlatt and P-P-
Puffy kicked me out again, I don't know how much longer I can't-take this.” His voice broke
halfway through his words, placing his face in his red hands, Phil placed his hand on the boys
hunched over back.

“Hey, it will be alright mate, I’m sure Puffy and Schlatt didn’t mean you any harm” Dream just
shook his head in his hands and pressed further into his side. Phil froze for a moment before the
softest coo slipped out of his throat and he moved his arm to rest over the boy's shoulders.

“Why the blankets?” Phil gestured to the pile on the other end of the couch.

“I don't even know man, I just felt like I needed them for something” Phil hummed, pulling Dream
closer as they both stared into the warm fire. Dream melted faster than the winter storm that sang a
lullaby outside that sang through the house.

“You know mate, you can always come here when you feel like you have nowhere else to go, I
don't mind, and I doubt the boys would mind having company.'' Dream was cuddling into Phil as
his body temperature began rising, Phil had his wing spread across Dream's back, the feathery
appendage acting as a blanket while the new blankets were drying off. Scattered on the floor in
front of them close to the fireplace.

“I don't want to be a bother Phil” Dream’s voice ached and burned weather it was from the
shouting back home or the dry air that had surrounded him not ten minutes ago was left for debate
as he rested his head on Phil's shoulder. It felt so natural, like this was the way it should have
always been.

“Believe me mate, you'll be a help, you're not a bother '' Phil relaxed into the couch as the heat
from the fire seeped into his aching bones and spun threads of relaxation into his being.

Dream snuggled deeper into Phil’s side “at least give me something to do so I don't feel useless.''
Phil sighed softly and placed a hand on Dream’s head. A small shock of distaste bitter on his
tongue as his hand met fabric instead of soft hair.
“Alright, how about, you just run errands for me until Techno gets back.” Dream nodded slowly
before he stopped moving entirely. Phil put his arm around the boy's shoulders. His own heart
melted as he melted at his touch.

Phil didn't know when he had fallen asleep or why he had woken up, all he knew was that it was
still dark, the fireplace had died down into a sad smoldering light and Dream was nowhere to be
seen. His stomach hit the floor as he shot to his feet.

Phil shot through the house, every corner, every crevice, scrambling across the hallways and
whispering Dream’s name; he had almost given up until he got to Tommy's room.

Dream didn't know why he was here, all he was doing was standing there, staring out the window.
His eyes followed any movement that came from anything in his sights. Tommy was still sleeping,
his wings had already been cleaned of whatever little amounts of blood that had been on them, he
was asleep, and he was vulnerable. Dream couldn't let this kid go unguarded in the middle of the
night. What kind of friend would he be if he didn't keep him safe?

“Standing vigil mate?” Dreams hand shot to his side and drew a crossbow aiming it at the new
figgure in the room. “Woah, woah mate, it's just me!” Phil whispered as he began slowly inching
toward the masked man. “It's just me” he repeated, Dream lowered his weapon but turned his
attention back to the window.

Phil stared at Dream, his sapphire eyes glowing with curiosity, this boy was willing to stand vigil
for a fledgling, despite the fact that he was human and a ceremony only practiced during times of
war for his people.

“Why am I doing this?” Dream voiced Phil's thoughts. His gaze never left the window. “He has
you, I would just get in the way.” Phil put a hand on Dream's shoulder and joined him at the
window.

“Dream, you're doing this because you care” Phil moved closer to him, a chill having taken over
his shoulders the longer he spent away from the fireplace. “You need to stop doubting yourself.
Dream you're doing your best and that is enough.” Dream paused, staring out the window for a
moment longer before hsi head lifted, just a bit, and he nodded.

The pair ended up standing there staying like that until the sun came up, Tommy woke up and
immediately called them out on the seemingly creepy behavior.
 “What Tommathy can’t stay up until sunrise, little baby has to go to bed at bedtime?” Dream had
said in a mocking tone his fingers coming up and flicking the fledgling on the forehead, leaving
the younger to rub the red spot on his face.

“Shut up dickhead, why don't you try growing a pair of wings out of your arse and see how you
like it!” Dream took a step toward Tommy, a smile echoing in his voice.

“If I did, my wings would look a lot better than those little things!” Phil chuckled softly as Tommy
began lightly punching the young adult in the chest, Wilbur and Technoblade standing in the
corner laughing like maniacs as the scene unfolded in front of them.

In L’amanburge a woman and man stood at their porch, their son had not yet come home, and that
was just not going to stand for them

Chapter End Notes

Noticed that I had failed to uppercase some names while re-reading the story, hope I
did better this time :)
 Tommy's molt (part 2)
Chapter Summary

Dream saves who he can save, both of them move on

(If any of you lovely folk are sensitive to abuse, or are triggered by it, please skip this
chapter)

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Dream awoke to a feathery mess of people, a small smile spreading across his face as his gaze
moved around the room. Wilbur had been showing off his wings to everyone in the smp,
constantly flaring them out any time Niki was in the room. The group had to physically drag him
away from the crowd of people who were begging for him to let them touch the things, it was a
mess.

Dream ran his fingers through Tommy's hair, who had been practically laying on him since they
had all fallen asleep in Wilbur’s new nest. Wilbur unconsciously cuddles Phil while Technoblade
sleeps, sitting upright in a corner. Tommy did not stir so Dream began untangling himself from the
group, only now releasing that both Wilbur and Tommy had allowed their wings to cover him up,
almost trapping him in the nest, keyword being almost.

Walking out the door and into the morning sun, the only thing Dream wanted to do was grab a
rabbit and run back to the house, back with Phil and his warm hugs, back to his and Tommy's
banter, back to Wilbur and his constant positive energy, and Technoblade who was Technoblade.
Sighing Dream left a sign at the door before beginning the long tread back to L’amanburge leaving
the new blankets neatly folded on the couch.

Puffy and Schlatt had not in fact forgotten the argument two days ago, bringing it back up as soon
as he was back through the door sometime before noon. “Where have you been? We were worried
sick!” Puffy screamed at Dream as he dragged himself through the door.

“Phil needed my help, Captain.” Dream tightened his hood as he waved toward Tubbo, feeling a
small smile grace his face at the sight of the young goat hybrid, that smile disappearing as Schlatt
started talking.

“Since when were you and Phil friends?” Schlatt was sitting next to Tubbo on the couch. The boy's
small ears had recently appeared, along with two little horns that were sharp to the touch. Tubbo
was staring at the ground as he listened to Puffy and Schlatt chew Dream out.

“We’re not, Tommy’s began his molt and couldn't go anywhere. Wilbur and Technoblade were out
so he needed someone to run some errands. I happened to be in the area so I helped him out.”
Schlatt looked at him like he had just taken his alcohol and poured it down the drain. Puffy scoffed
and glared at the window as if she couldn't stand to look at her son.

“Tommy’s molting?” Dream lit up at the sound of Tubbo, immediately walking towards him.

“Fuck yeah, it’s so cool, his wings are HUGE” he held his arms up in emphasis. “I bet he would
love to show you Tubs.” Tubbos' eyes gleamed but Dream's view was blocked when Puffy stepped
in the way.

“No one is going back there,” Puffy massaged her temples “what has gotten into you Dream, I
thought you didn't like the elytrians.” Dream rolled his eyes at her behind the mask.

“When did I say I didn't like the elytrians' Captain?” Dream glanced behind her, seeing Tubbo once
again cowering in the corner of the couch. “We don't have time for this. I'm sure Phil and Tommy
are worried about me. Tubbo and I need to get going” Dream held his hand out for Tubbo, but it
was slapped away by a different goat hybrid.

“He's not going anywhere and neither are you assholes” Schlatt was now grasping Dream's hand in
a death grip, “now why don't we sit down for dinner like a nice normal family?” Schalts face was
etched in a wide grin. Dream stared Schlatt in the eye as he wiped his hand out of his hold and held
it out for Tubbo.

“Come on Tubs, we can visit Ranboo” Tubbo looked up at him hopefully, reaching up and
grasping Dream’s hand. stumbling behind him as Dream walked toward the front door.

“I said you aren't going anywhere!” Schlatt snatched Tubbos other arm and yanked him out of
Dream’s hold. Tubbo yelped at the motion, whining when Schlatt grabbed his arm even tighter,
effectively cutting off the circulation.

Dream took a step in Schlatts direction, “let him go John” Dreams blood was beginning to boil as
Schlatt began chuckling.
“Ooo tough guy.” Schlatt pulled Tubbo closer wrapping his arm around Tubbos neck in a headlock,
a sloppy one but a headlock nonetheless. Puffy stepped closer to the door, blocking Dream from
escaping. “Go on, take him from me.” Dream shook his head.

“I'm not going to hurt you Schlatt, I just want you to let him go” Schlatt laughed harder, Dream
took a step closer to him.

“Don't you dare bitch!” Schlatt stepped in unison with Dream, he unwrapped his arm from around
Tubbos neck before his fist flew up and clocking him square in the jaw. “This is my house; I will
not be threatened in my own house!” Tubbo shrank, his ears pressing tightly against the back of his
head and looking at Dream pleadingly. Dream took a deep breath as his jaw began to ache, slowly
getting back to his feet.

“Don't do this in front of Tubbo Schlatt.” Dream glanced at Puffy who was now staring out the
door as if it was a normal day, in some sick, twisted way, it was, and it shouldn't be. “don't hurt
him” turning his attention back to Schlatt. Tubbo was trembling in his arms in unison with Dreams'
heart.

“What? I'm not hurting anything.” Schlatt shook Tubbo “see? He's fine.” the masked man took
another step toward Tubbo, Schlatts smile widened before it dropped as his fist was met with
Dream’s hand.

“Let. him. Go '' Dream's voice was soft, The Captain took a step toward the group before going
back to staring out the door.

“Like hell!” Schlatt grabbed Tubbo by his hair and dragged him with him as he walked farther into
the house “he's my son, it's my decision where he goes!” Tubbo cried out, tears beginning to form
in his eyes.

Dream threw himself at Schlatt, ending up on his torso and throwing him to the ground, effectively
freeing Tubbo from his grasp, allowing the boy to seek refuge behind the couch.

“DON'T YOU DARE, DON'T YOU DARE YOU ASSHOLE!” The Captain appeared behind
Dream, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him off Schlatt, Dream jumped off him,
swinging around and decking her in the

face, “DON'T TOUCH ME, DON'T TOUCH HIM!” Dream turned around, Schlatt was back on his
 feet. He snatched his color and shoved him into the wall. Looking Schlatt in the eye and putting his
head against the wall, using his other hand to hold Schlatt in place by his hair. “You touch Tubbo,
Phil, or anyone, and you're going to wish you’d never been born.” Dream took a step back before
throwing Schlatt back to the floor. “Come on Tubbo, we need to get going.” Tubbo was at his side
in a second standing with Dream as he walked away from Schlatt, past The Captain and out the
door.

Tubbo’s ears twitched and pushed themselves against his head, sensitive and vulnerable to the cold
evening air. Dream clipped off his hood and put it on Tubbo's head, revealing the shoulder length
golden hair hidden under it. Puffy watched the boys go, Schlatt standing up from the ground and
heading toward the basement. They never looked back.

Chapter End Notes

Sorry for the short chapter, had internet problems. I hope I got better at uppercasing
names :)
 Warmth
Chapter Summary

Tubbo goes home, Dream finds his own.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Tubbo stood with Dream in front of Ranboo’s house, a young piglin child staring at them through
his window, Ranboo was probably sitting in front of the fireplace, drinking tea, and reading a
book. The wind and snow bit at their toes and turned their noses red, as the stars winked at them
from behind the overcast sky.

“Dream, I- I don't know, what if he can't keep me here?” Dream placed his hand on Tubbo’s
shoulder and gave him a smile,

“Don't worry man, this guy loves you, there is no way he would throw you back to the wolves, and
if he does then you can just contact me through the communicator and I can find somewhere else
for you to go.” Tubbo shuffled his feet in the thin layer of snow under his feet.

“Can I just stay with you?” Dream shook his head and looked at Michael who was now holding his
chicken as he continued watching them through the window.

“I couldn't do that to you man, my lifestyle is nowhere near compatible for two people, and I don't
think you could stomach leaving Michael for long.'' Tubbo looked up at the mention of the piglin
child, lightly waving in the boy's direction, Michael seemed to brighten at the attention,
passionately waving back and holding his chicken up. Tubbo chuckled before turning back to
Dream.

“Promise me you’ll come back,” Tubbo paused and began fiddling with the edges of his
shirt,”promise me, you won’t die.” Dream sighed and put his hand behind his head, effectively
clipping off the mask, putting it on the snow, and leaning his brother's forehead against his own as
he smiled.

“Knowing I have you for a brother, gave me the strength I needed to finally leave that house,”
dream let out a soft clouded breath “as long as I know I have someone to come home to, I will
always come back.'' Tubbo was still reeling at the sight of Dreams' mask on the ground, not really
processing his words until a moment later when he nodded.

“Alright” Tubbo took a step back, Dream dragging the mask off the ground before slipping it back
on.

“Take care mate, '' Tubbo nodded as he watched his brother walk away, the door behind him
opened, revealing a tall man with heterochromia eyes and split colored skin.

“What just happened?” Ranboo still had a blanket over his shoulders as he watched Dreams'
silhouette disappear into the distance.

“Nothing Boo, let's get inside, it's cold.” Ranboo made a couple more confused noises before
eventually following Tubbo back inside the house, slowly closing the door behind him.

Snow the size of golf balls fell from the sky as Dream stumbled through the knee-high fluff, his
hood billowed in the wind as the last of the stars disappeared and his vision went white with more
snow.

“Dream!” Standing in front of him, covered from head to toe with a cloak, Phil held a lantern in his
hand. “Dream what are you doing here!” Phil stomped toward him, throwing the lantern on the
ground in front of them and grabbing Dreams' gloved hands. “You're chilled to the bone!” Phil
snatched the lantern from the ground but kept one of Dream’s hands tightly held in his own.

Dream stumbled with him, this felt like an illusion., one he probably conjured on his own, or a
wish he knew would never come true, he remembered how cold his house with Puffy had been,
cuddling with Tubbo, praying for some sort of warmth, begging for a place near the fire, only to be
told it was too dangerous. This was supposed to be cold, but as Phil pulled him along, Dream didn't
think he could feel warmer.

Phil felt his mind fogg with conflicting emotions, the idea of Dream off on his own was terrifying
enough, finding him lost in a snowstorm amplified his feelings toward Dream to a terrifying level
of protectiveness that almost frightened him. Everyone had scrambled to find them when they had
woken up to him missing that morning, Tommy and Wilbur had been dragged inside when the
storm hit, Phil had forced Techno to go back inside when the cold had begun turning his sensitive
ears blue.

Slamming the door open, Phil was greeted by Tommys shout before he had to pull Dream in with
him, Wilbur helping him with the door. “WHAT THE FUCK WHERE YOU DOING OUT
THERE?!” Phil threw off his jacket and squeezed Dream's frozen shoulders with his hands.

Dream stared at Phil for a moment before he looked at the ground and began shuffling his feet, “I
was lost.” Phil scoffed.

“That's pretty bloody lost mate, why were you really there!?” Dream glanced at the group who
were standing in a corner, shoulders squared and heads high.

“I-I had to get Tubbo somewhere safe before I left, Schlatt was not taking care of him, I took him
to Ranboos house and the storm hit… I didn't know where to go.'' Phil sighed and rubbed his face
with his hands, his posture was slowly becoming less stiff.

“You’re always welcome here mate, surely you would know that by now” Dream chuckled and
shook his head.

“If you knew half the things I have done, you would have killed me a long time ago.” Dream
looked down at his boots, Technoblade took a step forward.

“Listen man, all of us have done things that we should have been killed for, Phil’s not goin to kill
ya, unless you give him a reason to.” Wilbur nodded with a smile.

“Anarchy and arson kind of run in the family Dream, I wouldn't worry about it too much” Wilbur
chipped in, Phil chuckled and pat dream on the shoulder.

“We aren't going to tie you down Dream,” Phil grabbed Dream's hands, pulling in his attention.
“We just want you to know that you are always going to have a place in this house.” Dream took a
deep breath and nodded. If Phil where able to see his face, he would have seen tears at the edges of
his eyes “Alright bring it in mate.'' Phil pulled Dream into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around
 his waist and squeezing tightly, Dream held his hands in the air for a moment before he wrapped
his arms around Phil softly. “Oi, get over here you lot,” Phil reached a hand out toward the rest of
his boys, Wilbur grabbed Techno’s hand and dragged him to the hug, Phil glanced at tommy.

“Oh no way in hell!” Tommy began running away, Dream catching him by the back of his shirt
and pulling him in, Phil chuckled as Tommy and Techno reluctantly joined the hug, Dream let out
a contented sigh, he had never felt so whole.

Chapter End Notes

Should I throw in some Eggpire? Just wanna ask you guys.

Sorry for the short chapter, but I feel like this is important for the overall storyline
 Chapter 9
Chapter Summary

a perfectly unperfect family just being family, expect a lot of episodes like this.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Dreams' eyes fluttered open, sunlight skipping across the nest, reflected by the golden hair that was
tickling his face. His wings felt heavy on his back, dampness covering one of them, a repetitive
sweeping motion softly running along it, dream began shuffling in the nest feeling his heart rate
begin to climb. A cooing sound seemed to come from whatever or whoever was behind him,
Dream felt his body go lax at the noise as a chirp escaped in response before he could stop it.

“Shhh, it's ok mate, it's ok” Dream felt Phil pull down his hood and run his hands through his hair.
“Im gettin this cleaned up.” Dream pulled Tommy closer, feeling the boy snuggle deeper into him
with purr in satisfaction. “Woooah, Dream, this is beautiful.” Phil ran his hand through Dream's
wings.

Dream hummed, feeling himself once again sink into the blankets and pillows that made up the
nest. Phil’s hand continued to run his hand through his hair as he ran the rag through Dream’s wing
once again.

Phil watched wide eyed as the down on Dream’s wing sparkled pearlescent in the sun, he hadn't
seen wings this color since- well, he didn't want to think about that right now, the boys were
probably going to ask about her later. Dream had fallen back asleep.

Phil hummed as he turned his attention to Dream’s other wing, slowly pulling it away from where
it was covering Tommy and placed it on his lap, remembering how his own father had done this
for him after his own winging, granted it was not this bad, there had always been a ritual connected
to children after their winging, not one that he could remember all too well, but it was there.

Technoblade sat in a chair next to the window that watched outside, sipping tea from a mug and
enjoying the view, until two red eyed adults made an appearance at the edge of his land, stomping
down the mountains, stumbling up the stairs and pounding on the front door. Technoblade strutted
to the door and swung it open, staring at the guests with a bland expression.

“Good afternoon” Puffy stomped in Techno's face and began trying to shove him out of the way of
the door.

“Let me in, let me see my son!” her shoes scraped on the wooden floor, her breath came out in
gasps and her wild hair stuck to her face with sweat, Techno didn't move an inch.

“Oh sorry, Foolish isn't here” Techno’s expression did not change as Schlatt stumbled to him and
gave him a light push, before stumbling away slightly.

“Listen heere misterrrr” Schlatt took a deep gasp of breath and let it out in a long-drawn-out exhale,
his breath reeking of alcohol. “That” another gasp of breath “bastard” he pointed away, where he
was pointing Techno didn’t know, “is Puffy’s son,” Schlatt stumbled back to Techno “aand the
other one is miine,and we want em baaack” Techno stared at the pair for a second before grunting
and slowly stepping back inside the house before slamming the door in their faces.

Techno stumbled through the house, shooting down to the basement and grabbing the orphan
obliterator before sprinting back up the stairs and opening the front door, the pair still there, sword
visible at his side,

“Get away from my house.” his voice was laced in malice while his face was stoic as ever,

“Let me see my son!” Puffy shoved back on Techno’s chest, not glancing at his side, Schlatt
beginning to distance himself but not getting off the porch,

“I already told you, your sons are not here, go. away'' Puffy practically howled and threw herself at
the man, Techno unsheathing his sword and pointing it at her neck, Puffy froze in place, tip toeing
away and stared at techno for a second, looking up and down before slowly stepping off the porch,
grabbing Schlatt by the arm and dragging him away, stomping back in the direction of
L’manburge.

Techno stepped back in the house, sword clanking on the floor as he slid down the door and took a
breath, grasping at the floor with his hands and taking deep breaths before he slowly slid back up
and began walking toward Philza’s room.

Opening the door, Techno was greeted by the sight of three blond heads of hair, Phil had a white,
something in his lap, Techno squinted a bit, seeing through the afternoon light he was able to make
out Dream’s shape in the mess of blankets, Phil having finished cleaning his wings, now simply
running his hands through them.

“Who was that at the door Techno?” the blade simply shook his head and smirked,

“No one important, how are the boys?” Phil smiled at the figures that were still curled up into each
other.

“They were already asleep before I got back, winging really takes it out of ya,” Techno nodded and
chuckled.

“Well, I wouldn't know.” Phil chuckled at that.

“You will one day son, you always were a late bloomer.” techno huffed and looked at the mirror
that stood next to the window, his pinkish figure standing out like a sore thumb against the light
wallpaper.

“If you say so Phil.”

When Tommy felt himself start waking up, all he wanted to do was snuggle back up with the warm
figure next to him and go back to sleep, it seems someone else had different plans, a hand on his
shoulder shaking him until he was forced to open his eyes.

“Come on mate, time to get up,” Tommy attempted slapping the hand away only for the voice to
grab the hand and tug him out of the warm embrace of the figure and into the cold air.

“Fuck off man” Tommy was forced to his feet as he began rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Sorry mate, we had to wake you up.” Tommy was now trying to blink the sleep out of his eyes,
looking down at the nest and sighing at the sight of a still sleeping Dream, his wings no longer
 covered in blood.

“Fucking why man?” Tommy's voice was covered in gravel, Phil stepped into the nest, getting on
his knees and moving the sweaty mess of hair from under dreams mask.

“Dreams come down with a fever, probably an infection in his wings.'' Tommy stumbled back
slightly but didn't leave the nest.

“Wh- is he going to be ok?” Phil chuckled as he shifted in his spot

“He’ll be fine mate, he's a tough guy, I just didn't want ya to get sick too.” Tommy sat back down
at the edge of the nest, pulling his knees up to his chest.

The door opened revealing techno holding a bottle and a spoon, “morning sleepyhead.” Tommy
glared at him but didn't say anything. Techno reached over the nest, handing the bottle to Philza
making sure not to touch the edge, Phil sighed and grabbed Techno’s hand, pulling him into the
nest.

“Thanks Techno,” Phil placed his hand on Dream's shoulder, shaking softly, Dream stirred and
almost jumped if not for Phil cooing. “Here mate, you got sick, this will help.” Dreams' mask
looked at the bottle suspiciously before his hand moved and shifted his mask, showing his stubbled
chin and thin mouth. “Alright mate” Phil poured some of the medicine into the spoon, “this is
going to taste terrible.” Dream nodded but didn't move away from the spoon as Phil handed it to
him.

Dream took a deep breath as he took the spoon in his hand, it just smelt like berries and medicine,
but he could already taste it on the back of his tongue.

“Want me to get some sugar man?” Techno had made himself at home on the edge of the nest.

“No, I’m good.'' Dream shoved the spoon in his mouth, flipping it over and forcing the medicine
down his throat before gagging and swallowing, slipping the spoon out of his mouth. Dream
handed it back to Phil before he rolled back on the nest and let his eyes slip closed.

“Lot easier than Tommy '' Techno said in his normal nonchalant voice.

“Oi!”

Chapter End Notes

I honestly thought this episode would take longer to make, I've re read it sooo many
times, tweaked sooo many things and honestly cannot think of any way to change it.

Question of the day: what would you guys think of Las Nevadas being added to this
story?

enjoy your crumbs

 Of cloaks and crows
Chapter Summary

Phil and Dream go clothes shopping before being murdered

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Phil and Dream walked together down the snowy path toward the small village not too far from
their house, multiple villagers waved to Phil as they made their way to the loom.

“Alright mate '' Phil opened the door, waving into the villager standing in front of one of the
multiple looms in the building. “Do you want a cape or a cloak?” Dreams' wings were covered in
thick blankets of wool, making it all too obvious of their existence.

“Hmm” Dream looked around the loom, capes of intricate design and cloaks of all too bright colors
littering in display around the loom. “I’m not entirely sure Phil” Dream walked around glancing at
all the different types of cloaks and capes, some cloaks only reaching his knees, others would trail
on the ground, some capes hardly capes while others trailed inches away from the manikin. “What
did Will get?” Phil stepped next to Dream.

“He didn't want to cover his wings, which is fine if you chose to do that, '' Dream shook his head,
continuing to browse. “If it makes it any easier, the cloak can be clipped off immediately so you
wouldn't need to worry about not being able to use your wings.” Dream paused at a manikin with a
cloak that was hiding in the corner, the fabric wrinkled and dusty. It was covered in velvety green,
its train an inch off the ground. “What about this one?” dream pointed at the cloak

Phil put his hand up to his chin, “I don't know about that mate, let me ask her.” Phil walked to the
villager at the front of the house. “Excuse me mam, how much for the cloak over there?” the
villager looked up from her book, glancing at the cloak in question before looking back down.

“That was a requested cloak, the buyer never came back to get it so it's just sittin there.” Her voice
was nonchalant, but smooth. Phil glanced back at the cloak where Dream was still standing,

“How much?” Phil’s eyes didn't leave the boy. The villager sighed and put down her book with a
thump, reaching under the table and pulling out a thick book with bold words saying “Requests”
burned into the brown leather.

“The buyer paid upfront so it wouldn't be as much,” she placed her chin on her hand, “I'll say about
nine emeralds.” Phil took out his pouch and pulled out the emeralds and placed them on the table.

“Done.” the villager nodded, taking the emeralds and putting them in a box under the table.

“Enjoy your cloak boys.” She picked back up her book, adjusting her glasses as her eyes fluttered
around the page. Phil nodded at her and gestured to Dream who was now wiping the dust and
wrinkles off the green velvet of the cloak and admiring the outfit under it.

“Come on mate, grab it and let's get going” Dreams' eyes lit up as he threw the cloak off the
manikin and sprinted out the door.
Chapter End Notes

Bit of a shorter chapter, but I feel like its important for pushing the story forward,
enjoy your crumbs.
 Ducks are territorial by nature, especially those they consider their young
Chapter Summary

Dream admires his new outfit and is excited to explore all the changes that took place
while he was gone, especially this new city that he and Tommy where about to tour.

Qackity believes that Dream and Tommy are too good for the Minecraft household.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Dream stood at the mirror, the cloak itself was green velvet, a heavy hood on his head, the clip
secured with a pale blue diamond, which was impressive in of itself, but the real craftsmanship was
shown in the outfit underneath. Dark leather on his sides and hips, metal padding on his shoulders,
a belt fitted with small knives and a pair of light leather boots. The rest of the outfit was covered in
the same green velvet.

“You look great son.'' Dream paused his inspection of the fingerless leather gloves and nodded in
Phil’s direction.

“I think we may have stolen from them.” Dream said through a chuckle, “think we should go back
and give her more money?”

Phil shook his head, “despite her demeanor, Evelin has always tried to make everything accessible
for our kind, she was actually a leader of a refugee camp during the war.” Dream nodded and went
back to his gloves smiling behind his mask. “Come downstairs mate,” Phil began walking down
the stairs, “breakfast is ready.” Dream nodded glancing at himself in the mirror again before
flattening out his cloak and following Phil down the stairs.

“Good morning boys!” Phil called from the living room as he walked into the kitchen.

“Mornin Phil,” Techno said through his baked potato Tommy groaned in greeting.

“Hello Philza Minecraft!'' Wilbur had not calmed down since his return the night before. “Oh, and
to you too, Dream.” Dream waved toward the boys at the table.

“Good morning everyone,” Dream took his seat in between Technoblade and Tommy as Phil took
his place at the head of the table.

“So, what are the plans today?” Phil put his chin in his hands.

“Other than Tommy checking out his new restaurant, I don't think anything too important is
happening” Wilbur spoke as he began slicing into his pancake. Phil nodded and looked in Dream's
direction.

“Dream, would you like to help me with the garden today?” Dream nodded, “Techno you wanted
to hang out with Steve today, right?” Techno nodded. “Wilbur, would you mind tidying up the
house today please, I know you've been gone but it's not too dirty.” Wilbur smiled and waved
Phil’s words away with his hands.
“I don't mind Phil, it's probably one of the easiest chores in this house.” Phil nodded.

“So, we all have something to do?” the group nodded, and Phil got up, walking over to the counter
and coming back with two plates of steak. Placing one in front of Dream and taking the second
plate with him to his seat.

Dream and Phil stepped out into the garden; Dream began with the potatoes while Phil started
going through the large cluster of wheat. There was still a small breeze echoing in the air. Dream
picked up the basket that was now heavy with potatoes and gestured to Phil that he was going
inside before heading in the house.

Dream placed the basket on the counter, stretching for a bit before getting a bucket of water and
placing the potatoes in it. Looking up when he felt a hand on his shoulder, surprised to see
Quackity.

“Good morning Quackity, are you here to show Tommy his restaurant?” Quackity smiled and
nodded, slowly removing his hand from Dream’s shoulder.

“That's right, Dream, I kind of want to show you my city as well.” Dream looked at him
quizzically, just how much had changed since he had been gone?

“I didn't know that there was an entire city, what’s it called?” Quackity’s eyes lit up, Dream getting
back to his feet and brushing off his cloak.

“I've named it Las Nevadas, I hope you will come with Tommy and I to see it!” Dream looked at
Quackity, then toward the garden where Phil was tying some wheat together.

“I don't know man, I mean, I already need to help Phil with the garden today, and I have been sick
for a bit, I don't know if all that walking will be good for me.” Quackity threw his arm over
Dream’s shoulder, smiling from ear to ear.

“Nonsense Dream, Phil's a tough guy, and some fresh summer air might do you some good after
being cooped up for so long.” Dream glanced at the door as it opened, revealing Phil holding large
bushels of wheat. Dream jogged toward Phil, taking half of the wheat off his arms.

“Thanks mate,” Dream nodded, taking the wheat to the basement, Phil following him as they threw
the wheat in the corner, Phil pat Dream on the before heading back up the ladder.

Quackity was still in the kitchen when they arrived, Phil waved to him in greeting before
continuing on his way to the garden, Dream moved to follow him before a hand was placed on his
shoulder. Phil turned around and raised an eyebrow at Quackity.

“Is something wrong Quackity?” Quackity chuckled and moved his hand off Dream’s shoulder,
turning his attention to Philza.

“I wanna show Dream around Las Nevadas, but he wants to stay here, being cooped up for so long
can't be good for him.” Phil nodded and Dream took a step away from Quackity,

“I’m fine Quackity, I told you, I’ve been sick” Phil placed his hand on his stubble, stroking it in
thought before sighing.

“Unfortunately Dream Quackity is right, you should not be stuck in the house.” Dream looked at
Phil, and then a smirking Quackity.

“I- I’ve been outside Phil,” Dream gestured to the backyard, “I’ve been helping you in the garden!”
 Phil shook his head and smiled.

“You know as well as I do, that is not enough, you are not sick anymore Dream, you need to get
back out.” Dream looked at Phil with wide eyes under his mask.

“Your joking” Dream's mouth was hanging open, Quackity looking like he had just won the lottery
about a foot away from the pair.

“No, I'm Phil, go on Dream, I'll be fine taking care of the garden on my own for today.” Quackity
grabbed Dream by the arm.

“Tommy, we're headed out!” Quackity called as Tommy threw himself down the stairs, looking at
Dream with squinted eyes. “I wanted to get Dream out, I doubt that he will be a problem, right
Dream?” Dream was still sulking but nodded silently, Quackity gave him a small smile. “So, it's
settled.”

The journey to Las Nevadas was littered with jokes and light jabs on Quackity and Tommy's part,
Dream would find himself in the trees or a couple feet away from the pair.

“Hey Dream, we’re almost there!” Quackity called as he gestured to Dream with his hand. Dream
jogged to the pair, standing next to Quackity as they stared down a sand dune. Quackity placed his
hand on Dream's shoulder, his arm across Tommy’s shoulders. “There she is boys.'' The city was
covered in lights that Dream had not seen since the last time he had visited L’amanburge, he could
see some of his friends littering the ground but it was clearly bigger than it had to be for how many
people were living in the city.

“THIS IS SO COOL!!” Dream smiled when he heard Tommy shout, following the boy as he
scampered toward the highway. The pair standing in front of the large fountain and staring up at a
huge building.

“So, Tommy, I heard your wings came in recently '' Tommy's eyes sparkled as he shrugged off his
new cape, showing off his fluffy white wings, Quackity’s eyes sparkled smiling as he reached his
hand out. Dream slapping Quackities hand away.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you Quackity” Dream walked over to Tommy and picked his cape off
the ground, “come on man, can’t have something that cool get colder” Tommy nodded as he threw
his cape back on.

“Have to admit man, those are some impressive wings.” Quackity smiled as he spoke, Tommy's
chest puffed out and he grinned in his direction.

“I know right?” Tommy’s eyes sparkled, Dream looked at Quackity for a second before gesturing
to the pair with his head, Quackity nodded with a smirk.

“Smileys right, we need to get moving” Quackity took the lead, Dream standing in between him
and Tommy as the boy continued ranting about the city.

Chapter End Notes

Just realized that I am Tommyinnits worst nightmare,

I'm a woman
I'm American

and I'm older then him

 The tour
Chapter Summary

Quackity shows Las Nevadas to the boys, but something is off with the man and his
motives.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

“So, boys,” Quackity stood in front of a small white building, small plants, flowers and melons
adorned inside the house, all of which were visible through the open-air infrastructure. “Well first
of all, welcome to your first tour of Las Nevadas!” Quackity smiled and opened his arms out to
them. “We’re always trying to find new people to think about moving in, and I can't wait to show
you guys what my beautiful nation has to offer.” Dream watched Tommy as he pointed in the
direction of a fountain with a smirk.

“So, what's this then Quackity?” Dream gestured toward the white house. Quackity smiled and
grabbed Dream's hand, dragging him up the stairs and into the building.

“This is one, of the many ways for patriots of Las Nevadas to entertain themselves.” Tommy
stayed outside, looking around as Quackity spoke to Dream, “the people of Las Nevadas can come
here and they can get married in a matter of minutes.” Quackity smiled at Dream, slinging his arm
over the boy's shoulder as he finished his sentence.

“So, you're advertising fast marriage?” Dream did not know when Tommy got here, much less
where the sugar cane in his hand came from. Quackity just laughed at Tommy before walking
through the other side of the room, the group finding themselves once again outside.

“That is just one of the many things that Las Nevadas has to offer.” Quackity was holding Dream
by the hand, dragging him along throughout the tour, Dream could feel his chilling hands on his
uncovered fingers. The group stopped at a large building; an empty sign hung over the door.

Inside the building were an assortment of identical tables on the side of the wall, sitting on a
checkered floor, a checkout counter standing multiple feet away from them, surrounded by barren
white walls.

“This is the first of our many restaurants, we are going to begin hiring soon,” Quackity took a step
towards Tommy, Dream quickly snagging his hand back into his, pulling him away from the
seemingly obvious fledgling, a wide smile appearing on Quackities face. “And one day it might
even be called the Tommyinnit restaurant, I’m kidding I’m kidding!” Quackity laughed with
Tommy as Dream dragged the pair out of the building, everything felt fuzzy and hot right now.
“Ooooh I know what you guys absolutely HAVE to see, especially you Tommy.”

Quackities hand was around Dream’s waist as he dragged on to a skyscraper type building “IS
THAT A CASINO??” Tommy sprinted to the large black building. Quackity chuckled as he and
Dream followed Tommy to the building.

“Why yes, this is going to be one of our many casinos, granted, it will be once its finished.” Dream
blinked a couple times, forcing himself out of Quackities hold and pulling Tommy out of the
casino.

“Tommy, you can't go in there.'' Tommy’s face dropped, Dream ruffling his hair “at least wait until
you're 21 Tommy.” The boy was staring at Dream with terrified eyes as the adult spoke, glancing
at Quackity before returning his gaze back to Dream.

Dream stood next to Tommy as Quackity continued their tour, he could finally feel himself start to
breathe, everything was starting to become clear again, Tommy held onto his hand when they
began walking to the large skyscraper.

“Dream, are you ok?” Tommy kept a hold on Dreams' hand as Quackity retook his place at
Dreams' side, leading them to a water elevator. Dream shifted his mask to show the lower half of
his face, showing Tommy a soft smile.

“I'm alright bro, I just need some air.” Tommy nodded as they walked into the elevator, the cold-
water bringing energy back into Dreams bones like wildfire, removing some of the haze that had
once again taken residence in his mind.

“This, I like this place, this is what I built the needle for” Tommy stayed close to Dream as
Quackity led them to the rail. “I understand elytrans and many other winged creatures rather enjoy
high altitudes.” Dream blinked up at Quackity as the wind whipped around his hood, helping to
cool his all too hot face.

“Yes, Phil mentioned something like that.” Quackity smiled as he pulled Dream back to his side,
“can you stop. please?” Quackitys face dropped for a second before a sly smile appeared on his
face.

“What, the almighty Dream can't handle some physical contact?” Dream glared at him as he
continued staring at the view, Dream wished that he could see it through the haze, it must be
beautiful. “I'm thinking about adding a little platform for the birds, would they like that Dream?” if
Quackity was not close earlier, he definitely was now, his hot breath under Dream’s mask seemed
to chase away the comfort of the cold air, leaving him feeling defenseless and vulnerable, Quackity
stared at Dreams mask with a cheshire grin, as he leaned in to Dreams ear, “no matter what
happens Dream, just know that you will always have a place here in Las Nevadas.”

“Oi fuck off!” Dream felt himself get pulled away from Quackity, Tommy standing in between
them. “He said to stop, you need to stop!” Quackities grin faltered but didn't fall.

“Tommy, Tommy, is something wrong?” Tommy’s face was turning red as Dream began picking
himself back up, struggling as the fog seemed to take longer to dissipate.

“Hell yeah somethings wrong, can't you see he's uncomfortable?” Quackity straightened out his
shirt as he got back to his feet.

“Oh, and Dream can't stand up for himself then, why don't you mind your own business, Tommy?
Speaking of business-``Tommy shook his head and walked over to Dream who was slowly getting
back to his feet.

“Are you alright man?” Dream nodded as Tommy shook his head, Dream's heart dropping to his
feet. “You shouldn't have done that to yourself man.'' Tommy gently held onto Dream's hand
allowing the man to use him as a crutch as he got back to his feet. “Thanks for the tour, Quackity,
we will consider your offer, but we really must get on our way.”
 “Of course, of course, until next time boys” Tommy looked over his shoulder and nodded as he and
Dream fell into a lit tube, Qualities gaze burning the back of Dreams neck. The air in his lungs
disappeared as he allowed himself to fall into the water. Taking a moment to catch his breath
before standing up and pulling Tommy into a hug.

“Thank you,” it was little more than whispers in the wind, but as Dream felt Tommy tightly wrap
his hands around him, he knew that the young man heard him.

“Don’t ever fucking scare me like that ever again man.” Dreams' heart broke at the sounds of
Tommy’s broken cry, Dream kneeled down lightly cupping Tommy's cheek, his mouth still
exposed, shown with a bright smile.

“I'll do my best bro”

Chapter End Notes

Enjoy your crumbs.

 Perseus comes home
Chapter Summary

Dream comes home, everyone is concerned, Techno gives a warning.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Quackity glared at the retreating figures as they flew through the sandy ground, truly the pinnacle
of grace and light foot. Turning away from the view Quackity threw his fist at one of the bulky
supports of the building, feeling the cracks and bruises forming on his hand as he took deep
breaths, he was so close, so fucking close. Quackity straightened himself and dusting himself off.

Walking to the exit, Quackity opened the trapdoor under the water, allowing himself to fall away
from the world and into the place he called home, simple stone walls, a furnace, a crafting table
and a double chest. Continuing to walk, quality stopped at a plain wall, placing a button on it and
pressing it, allowing the wall to cave in on itself revealing a large room with a ring of iron bars,
two beds pulled together at one end of the cage, a single double chest resting on the carpeted floor.

“Fucking Philza”

Dream and Tommy found themselves back at Phil and Techno’s base, Techno was sitting on his
porch with Steve at his side, the bear dozing on Techno’s lap, Technoblade looked up when he
heard the sound of snow under boots. Looking up Techno waved at Tommy and Dream, Dream
giving him a weak wave back. Technoblade stood to his feet, strutting to the pair.

“Where have you been?” Techno crossed his arms over his chest, looking at Dream with a raised
eyebrow.

“Phil told me to go with Tommy, Quackity showed us Las Nevadas.'' Dreams' voice was gravely
and cracked, Techno could see how pale his hands were and Tommy was still standing less than a
foot away from Dream. Techno nodded and turned around, walking towards the family home.
Dream and Tommy followed suit.

Phil threw himself on the couch as the last of the food was finally put into the basement. staring at
the window. Just a couple hours ago his helper had gone out to watch over Tommy while Quackity
showed him his restaurant, shouldn't they be home by now?

A knock on the door forced Philza out of his worried thoughts, standing up with a groan, Phil
opened the door and was greeted by Technoblade standing in front of a disheveled Tommy and
Dream who was slightly trembling and giving off faint scents of distress. Phil ushered them in,
leading Dream and Tommy to the couch, placing a blanket over their shoulders and handing Dream
a cup of tea as Tommy held him close.

“What the hell happened?” Phil looked at Tommy with worried eyes as he placed a hand on
Dream's shoulder before speaking.

“Quackity, the bastard. `` Tommy lightly rubbed Dream's shoulders in a repetitive motion. “He
kept on; I don't know”

“He kept on grabbing me and pulling me around,” Dream spoke softly, “he was so close, it made
me feel sick.” Dream placed his tea on a small table next to the couch, cradling his face in his
hands and shaking his head, “I told him to stop, why didn't he stop?” Dreams' voice broke halfway
through the statement, shaking his head, Phil walked up to the man.

Phil pulled Dream into a soft hug, barely touching him but still holding him. “It's not your fault
mate, no one could have known what he was planning,” Dream took a deep breath, exhaling in a
long sigh before nodding into Phil’s shoulder, Phil softly moved Dream away from the corner of
the couch, sitting himself down and pulling him close. “Let's talk about this later, he needs to rest.”
Technoblade nodded, stepping out of the house and walking away from Snow Chester, Tommy
glanced at Phil and Dream before making his way to his room.

Phil pulled Dream's hood off, running his hands through his hair as a light coo rumbled in his
throat. Dream sunk deeper into Phil’s arms, his entire body felt like lead and his fingers resonated
with the imprint of Quackities hands.

Technoblade stood in the desert, fully embroidered in royal attire, making his way down the road
where a silhouette stood in front of the fountain.

“Good evening Technoblade, what a surprise!” Quackity held his hands out in an inviting manner,
“welcome to Las Nevadas!” Technoblade grunted, surveying the array of mountainous buildings
and tiny shops.

“Sooo, Quackity, what have you been up to?” Quackity smiled and placed his hands in his pockets,
a thin smile plastered on his face.

“Aww you know man, just building my new home.” Technoblade hummed, staring at Quackity
with expressionless eyes.

“Pretty big home, isn't it?” Technoblade began walking towards Quackity, “it's pretty sus if you
ask me” Technoblade was now about ten feet away from Quackity, “just how many people live
here?”

“Oooh I wouldn't say that many,” Quackity took a step away, his calves coming into contact with
the cold stone. Technoblade continued walking towards him.

“How many are you intending on invitein?” Quackity could feel the cold sweat on his forehead,
staring into the red eyes behind that terrifying mask.

“N-not that many, just some friends!” Techno placed his hand on Quackities color, standing still as
Quackities breath went five miles an hour.

“How, exactly are you convincein these people to join ya?” Quackity laughed nervously as
Techno’s hand formed a fist on his shirt.

“No-j-just asking them if they wa-wanted to join!” Quackity felt his entire body start trembling
seeing Technoblade with a toothy grin through his mask as he put his hands up in surrender.

“Oh really?” Technoblade lifted Quackity off the ground, his feet hanging a foot off the ground as
Technoblades face began burning, the voices becoming louder by the second, “you just ask em?”
Technoblade looked Quackity in the eyes as he pushed him over the fountain.

Quackity was nodding furiously, the cold water lapping into his black hair and freezing his back,
sending chills like electricity all throughout his body.

“From what I heard, you did a little more than ask,” Quackity let out a cry as he felt his ears fill
with water, techno allowing him to slowly fall into the water. Before he was dunked in, Quackity
struggling in Technoblades hold for a second flailing and screaming in the water, eyes shot open as
he took in a lungful of water, before he was brought back up and thrown to the ground.

Quackity was on his hands and knees, gasping for air, his eyes looking up at Technoblade wildly
as the man wiped the water off his hand.

“Consider this a warnin quackity,” Technoblade grabbed Quackitys hair and pulled him back up,
forcing the man to look him in the eye. “No one, messes with my friends.” Quackity was thrown
back to the sandy road.

Technoblade began walking away, leaving Quackity groveling on the floor.

Technoblade stepped back into the family home, finding Phil carrying a sleeping Dream towards
his room.

“Hey mate, where have you been?” Technoblade stepped in front of Phil, sighing as he moved a
strand of hair away from Dream’s mask.

“Sorry for disappearing, Phil, had to take out the trash.” Phil chuckled as he began walking back to
his room.

“Do you mind helping me mate, my hands are kinda full.” Technoblade nodded, walking to the
door and opening it, allowing Phil to carry the man into his room and gently place him in the nest,
groaning and stretching out his back. “Bloody hell mate, he's still skinny.” techno nodded.

“Dream?” Techno and Phil looked back at the door, seeing Tommy standing at the door frame,
eyes wide and haunted.

“He's asleep mate” Phil placed his hand on Tommy’s shoulder, “just as you should be.”

“Rather hard sleeping after what happened.” Wilbur appeared behind Tommy; his hair wild with
sleep.

Phil sighed, gesturing to everyone to come in with his hand, Tommy looking into the nest, seeing
Dream curled up in the middle of the nest, stepping over the edge and resting in front of him,
Dream instinctively dragging an arm over Tommy’s shoulder as the boy snuggled into him. Wilbur
stepped in next, laying on at Tommy and Dream’s heads curling into them as Phil took his place
behind Dream, pulling the boys close and closing his eyes with a contented sigh.

Technoblade took a seat in front of a desk, lighting a candle and pulling his book out of his pocket.
Reading in the candle light.

“Techno, what are you doing?” Technoblade looked over his shoulder, seeing Dream sitting up as
much as he could under Tommy and Philza’s arms.

“Keepin watch” Dream nodded, tilting his head to the side a bit before speaking again.

“What are you reading?” Technoblade smiled as he turned his body toward the nest, facing Dream.

“Just some Greek mythology, nothin too important.” Dream nodded, “you should be gettin back to
sleep, Phil would kill both of us if he knew you were awake right now.” Dream chuckled, before
 nodding and getting back to his previous position.

“Goodnight Technoblade.” Dream snuggled back into the group as Techno went back to his book,
Techno waited until he could hear the light snores from Dream before speaking.

“Sweet dreams Perseus”

Chapter End Notes

are these chapters even one-shots at this point? should I change the name of this book?

enjoy your crumbs

 Protective dadza guaranteed
Chapter Summary

Dream has a dream, puffy is a bad parent, some things are cleared up, and bonds
become unbreakable.

Honestly, a lot happens here, I don't know how to summarize it.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

A lush forest of oak trees surrounded Dream as he stood in a clearing, the man looked down,
seeing the soft sand under his feet, the looking into the gigantuous trees, Dream saw dark shadows
dance among the branches like majestic birds, looking forward a figure stood in front of him, a
dark cloak and hood blocking any sort of figure or face from sight, Dream went to step forward, his
legs remaining unresponsive, Dream could feel his heart hammer against his chest as the figure
began walking towards him Dream vigorously fought against the invisible restraints as the figure
got closer, whoever it was stopped a foot away from him, pulling off the hood over their face
revealing long jet black hair, snow white skin, and two warm honey brown eyes.

“Clay?”

Dream woke with a start, his heart pounding out of his chest, feeling breath on his neck and another
heartbeat on his back. Opening his eyes Dream was greeted with a head of curly blond hair and two
pairs of arms across his torso, Wilbur was curled up near his head, Technoblade taking his place in
the corner of the nest, lightly dozing while sitting up, his arms crossed, a stern glare etched on his
face, as his mouth was held in a tight thin line. Dreams' body was aching from head to toe, his eyes
tingling with an insatiable itch, begging him to go back to sleep, the sound of someone banging on
the front door making that impossible. Dream sighed as he slowly slipped out of Phil and Tommy’s
grips, lightly rolling Tommy into Phil’s embrace before slipping out of the nest on light feet.
Dream looked down at himself, seeing the cloak flung on the side of the nest and his boots resting
near the door.

Dream stepped out of the room shivering as the hardwood floor made contact with his bare feet,
still half asleep despite the incessant banging on their front door, rubbing his eyes under his mask
as he walked.

“Ok, ok, don't break the door down!” Dream opened the door and was greeted with a red eyed,
disheveled Captain Puffy.

“Dream oh my goodness!” she threw herself at the man, wrapping her arms around his shoulders
and pulling him into her embrace. “Dream, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to see
you!” Puffy let go of the boy, holding him at arm's length, eyes widening at the sight of his
shoulder length golden hair. She lifted a hand up, only for it to be caught by the man in front of
her.

“What do you want, Captain?” Dream dropped her wrist, letting it hang limply at her side.
“Schlatt and I have been talking, and we want you and Tubbo to come home, he promises to be
better.” Puffys words were light, a smile donning her soft features. Dream looked at Puffy with
wide eyes under his mask, balling his fists at his side as he took deep breaths.

“You treated Tubbo like shit, you treated me like shit, what have you done to prove that you've
changed?” The captain's face dropped as she looked down, staring at her dark boots, shuffling them
in the light snow.

“I came here, right?” Dream took another deep breath, letting it out in a long sigh.

“According to Phil you and Schlatt came here shortly after I got here, I don't think you could have
changed so soon then,” Dream crossed his arms, tapping his foot on the wooden floor.

“Dream, I know I treated you unfairly-”

“That's an understatement”

“BUt” Puffy held her finger up, silencing the man in front of her. “That doesn't change the fact that
we are family, blood or not, we are the ones who raised you, do you really want to throw that
away?”

Dream looked at Puffy, really looking at her, from her red eyes to her wrinkled clothes, sighing
Dream ran his hands through his hair before looking back at Puffy who had also looked up at the
man.

“Just because you raised me doesn't mean that you did it well, I have many things to figure out
before I try to make some kind of relationship with you and Schlatt.” Puffys eyes widened, her
tearful gaze lost any sort of grief, replaced with anger.

“I raised you perfectly, it was just Schlatt and his drinking that has you and Tubbo messed up!”
Puffy crossed her arms, glaring at Dream, “you can't say I abused you and Tubbo, I don't deserve
that young man.”

Dream felt his heart drop to his feet, shaking the feeling off, before straightening himself up and
looking Puffy in the eye again, “you may have never outright hurt Tubbo and I, but not once did
you try to stop him,” Dream held a finger up in her face. “All I wanted was for you to stand up for
us, just once, but all you did was stand there and watch, hell, you didn't even have the balls to
watch, YOU JUST LOOKED AWAY!!”

“What the bloody hell is going on here?” Dream looked over at the door that led to Phil’s room,
seeing Phil and Technoblade, both half asleep, and standing in front of the door.

Puffy looked at Phil and Technoblade with wide eyes, taking a step away from the men back
towards the front door which still stood wide open.

“What are you doin here Puffy?” Technoblade looked at the captain with his normal nonchalant
look, Phil seeming to perk up at the sound of her name.

“I just wanted to talk to my son.” Phil glared at Puffy as he slowly made his way to where Dream
was standing, looking at him with worried eyes.

“I don't see foolish anywhere, who exactly are you talking about?” Phil stepped in front of Dream,
blocking Puffy’s gaze from the man as Technoblade unsheathed his sword.

“Dream is my son, it's time for him to come home!” Puffy glared at Phil and crossed her arms.
“And what exactly are your intentions once he goes home, he's already grown up, not much more
raising to do.” Phil had his hand on Dream's shoulder, glancing at him and his bedroom door,
Dream nodded, walking out of the room, back to Phils nest where a still asleep Tommy and Wilbur
would welcome him.

“DREAM!” Puffy moved to follow him, Technoblade blocking her with his sword. Puffy looked
up at him with a glare, seeing the pits of hell in his eyes.

“What are your intentions with his biology once he goes back to your house Captain?” Phil took a
step towards the closet, pulling out the old tattered clothes that Dream had come to them in. “you
clearly didn't like what he was becoming.” Phil chuckled darkly as he laid the outfit on the floor.

Any sort of defiance in Puffy’s eyes melted away when she saw the outfit spread across the floor,
putting her hands in her pockets and putting her mouth in a thin line.

“He was complaining of back cramps, I figured the extra support would help him.” Puffy’s words
were barely above a whisper. Phil outright laughed at this, looking at Puffy as she took a step away
from him.

“This has been going on a lot longer than you're trying to make it seem, hasn't it?” Phil placed his
hand on his scabbard, Puffy slowly making her way back to the door, only to be blocked by a wall.

Puffy looked behind herself, seeing Technoblade standing there, two axes in hand, and Phil pulled
a book out of his pocket with his other hand, turning to the bookmarked page.

“During adolescence it is important to leave the back of an elytrian with as much free space as
possible, negligence to do so could result in permanent damage to the wings and further
development of your fledgling.'' Phil looked away from the book, putting it back in his pocket and
turning his attention back to Puffy who was practically hyperventilating at this point. “Does that
sound familiar, Puffy, does that sound like something a loving parent would do to her son?”

Puffy stepped away from Technoblade, looking at the men in front of her. “I did what I had to do;
do you know what would have happened if Dream was walking around with wings on his back?”
hunters would have come for him!” Phil’s eyes darkened as he strutted toward the woman who
shrank under his gaze.

“Technoblade and I killed those hunters during the war, we ripped them to shreds, BIT by BIT and
left them to die where they stood, not much they could have done dead.” Technoblade and Phil
slowly began advancing on the woman in front of them, “to mutilate a child in our culture would
have resulted in execution, especially if the child had the same status as Dream.”

“Kinda hard to protect admins, they're hard to come by and people do whatever they can to end any
sort of control they could have.” Technoblade pressed his sword to her neck, “people fear power
and will do anything they can to bring people of power down to their level.”

Puffy fell to her knees, tears falling from her eyes, hands going above her head in a futile attempt to
protect herself. “Please, please don't kill me!” she curled into a ball, her entire body shaking as Phil
and Techno towered over her.

Phil shook his head, “as much as we want to, Dream would ever forgive us if we did that.” Puffy
felt a wave of relief wash over her, the wave drying up when Phil grabbed her by the hair, dragging
her to her feet and forcing her to look him in the eye, those eyes that had gone from warm sapphires
to the coldest of winters. “Let it be known however, I will not hesitate to kill you or Schlatt if either
of you ever try to contact either of the boys.”
“You're going to regret this; I did more than just hide his wings.” Puffy’s eyes widened at her own
words, she was going to die here, she was going to die. Phil pursed his mouth in a thin line,
Technoblade practically trembling to throw his axe into her head.

“I know that, all we can do is hope you didn't do anything too permanent.” Puffy squealed as she
was pulled away from where she was standing by her hair, Phil dragged her out the door, throwing
her off his porch and onto the snow. Puffy groveled for a moment before pulling herself back up
and glaring at Phil and Technoblade. “If any of us, EVER, see you or Schlatt ANYWHERE around
Snowchester, I WILL NOT HESITATE TO KILL BOTH OF YOU MYSELF!!” Phil slammed the
door closed, leaving Puffy to pick herself off the snow and limp back to lamanbuge herself.

“You could've let me get a hit in at some point Phil.” Technoblade spoke a moment after silence
took over the house again. Phil chuckled darkly, looking back up at Technoblade with dark eyes.

“If I let you do that, I don't think either of us would have been able to stop.” Technoblade held his
arms out to Phil, pulling him into a half hug as the pair made their way back to Phil’s nest.

Phil’s room was still dark, Wilbur and Tommy were sitting up in their places, Dream curled into
the pair.

“Is she gone?” Tommy had his hand on Dream's shoulder, Wilbur running his hands through
Dream's hair in a calming manner.

“She shouldn't be coming here again” the room took a collective sigh of relief, Phil stepped back
into his nest, gently moving Dream to rest on his chest as he laid himself down. Tommy took his
place behind Dream, Wilbur pulling Technoblade into the nest before he could make his escape.

Dream snuggled deeper into Phil as the family settled down, a deep purr resonating in his throat,
Phil’s eyes lit up at the sound, looking down at the boy as he began running his hand through
Dream's hair.

Phil and Dream took to the garden as Wilbur and Tommy spared about a yard away from them,
Technoblade yelling at them about what they were doing wrong as he sat next to Steve on the
porch, Dream had just wrapped up the last bundle of wheat before Phil finished with the last basket
of potatoes.

“Can you help me over here Dream?” Dream could see Phil struggling with a particularly stubborn
potato, getting up from his place on the ground, Dream kneeled in front of the plant, him and Phil
pulling together, the plant giving up the fight Phil and Dream laughing together on the floor before
getting back up, Dream dragging Phil back up by his hand before they made their way back inside
the house.

Dream was sitting in between Phil and Tommy as the family ate mashed potatoes and steak,
Tommy and Wilbur where sword fighting across the table with their little forks, Phil had given up
getting them to stop and was now sitting defeated while munching on his mashed potatoes, Techno
was cheering Wilbur on as the pair dulled Phil’s nice cutlery. Dream looked down at his own
untouched plate, smiling and closing his irritated eyes, his entire being was sewn into this house by
these people, everyone seemed to truly love each other, from Technoblade’s small gestures of
friendship, Tommy's small smiles and protective nature, Wilbur’s eccentric personality that could
lighten any sour mood, to Phil’s light smiles and welcoming arms, despite how fragile family
always seemed to be, they still let Dream be a part of their happy home. Dream smiled, he really,
truly, smiled as he slowly reached behind his head, unclipping the latch of his mask and catching it
with his other hand.
 Phil was the first to notice Dreams movement, he had put his hands up to stutter that he didn’t need
to feel pressured to Dream before he had made his decision but now stared, awestruck, Dream’s
face was slightly pale, a well-structured jawline, freckles dancing underneath his greenish-blueish
eyes, the green seemingly disappearing in front of the group, slowly turning into a lovely sapphire
blue.

Tommy and Wilbur had frozen in place, Technoblade dropping his spoon of mashed potatoes,
Dream smiling at the dumbfounded family as they blinked rapidly.

“It's hard to eat with a mask on.” Tommy began laughing at this, Wilbur joining him with a small
chuckle, Technoblade nodding in agreement, his own mask already resting on the back of the chair
behind him. Phil smiled as the group finished their meal, Phil and Dream heading to Phil’s room.

“I can sleep on the couch if you want Phil,” Phil shook his head smiling.

“Not until we get everything settled mate, don't want anyone catching ya in the night.” Dream
groaned but took his place in the nest.

Phil pulled Dream close, resting his chin on the crown of his head as the pair fell asleep.

Chapter End Notes

really proud of this chapter, took me reading it and re writing it about five times before
I was happy with it. hope i got better at uppercasing words, I cant help but notice that
is one of my biggest problems lol.
 Dream gets a discount, Phil doesn't
Chapter Summary

Phil and Dream go shopping, the villagers love Dream, Phil doesn't get the same
sentiment

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Dream sighed as he looked again at the shopping list in his hand, Phil walking in front of him as
the pair dragged their feet down the well-worn path. The cold nipped at Dreams' nose as crows
scrambled for purchase on Phil’s shoulders and hat, the occasional crow throwing shiny coins, Phil
handing some of the crows different colored hearts.

“Do we really need to go to town today Phil? it soooo cooold.” Phil chuckled as another crow
jumped off his shoulder and into the accumulating cloud above his head.

“It's always cold in Snow Chester Dream, you'll get used to it eventually.” Dream let out a long
sigh, his breath misting in the air before disappearing in front of him, “we’ll be there soon mate,
don't worry, then we can drink some tea or hot chocolate once we get home.” Dream groaned again
but nodded, shadowing Phil as he continued walking.

Villagers sat huddled in their outposts as others crowded the stands, hot drinks and blankets being
sold at every corner, along with the usual books and insanely overpriced food.

“Ah, here we are.” Phil stood in front of one of the stands that were covered to the ceiling with
overstuffed, fluffy blankets and pillows. “This will look great on your nest mate” Dream stared at
the piece of cloth before grabbing it from Phil’s hands, running his fingers over the cotton for a
minute before shaking his head and putting back on the pile, looking over the multicolored cloths,
pulling on a fluffy white cloth. Phil smiled before waving over the merchant.

“Excuse me sir, do you have anything like that blanket over there?” The merchant, a well-worn
pale man with streaks of grey in his charcoal hair, smiled fondly at Dream before walking to the
edge of his post, pulling another fluffy blanket from under the desk.

“Your son has a good eye, that is the fur from an evil beast, had to snuff em out for my miss.”
Phil’s eyes widened, chuckling and putting his hands up defensively.

“Oh he's not my-” the merchant threw a pile of blankets into Phil’s arms, pulling the pelt out from
under the multiple blankets, ruffling Dream’s hair, Dream chuckling as the man turned his
attention back to Phil.

“Nonsense, this kid is your spitting image sir,” Phil chuckled as he handed the blankets in his hand
to Dream who nodded at Phil, Phil sighing before pulling out his pouch of emeralds, the man
chuckling and holding his hand up. “No need for that my friend, you two are doing me a favor
taking that mangy thing away.” Phil blinked up at the man, the merchent smileing over at Dream
again a sad twinkle in his eye. “Bad memories, ya know.” the man chuckled, putting his hands in
his pocket.
“Well at least let me pay for the other blankets.” The man laughed lightly, shaking his head as he
watched Dream stare at the other merchant stands.

“No need, how about you pay back with yall’s names?” Phil blinked surprised at the man, glancing
at Dream before looking back at the man in front of him.

“My name's Phil,” Phil pointed his thumb at the boy who was now laughing at the crows that were
still accumulating. “He goes by Dream.” The man smiled at Dream before turning his attention
back to phil.

“The names Ricky, keep an eye on the kid for me wont ya?” Phil nodded as the man gave him one
last smile before turning his attention back to the blankets that surrounded him.

“Alright Dream, let's get going!” Dream looked away from chat, turning to follow Phil, waving
back to Ricky, the man waving back with a soft smile as the pair made their way further into the
village, Phil stopping and throwing the blankets into a shulker box before stopping at the boutique.

Phil stared at the fireplace a couple feet away from the clothes as Dream clung to him, Phil could
practically feel him tremble as the warmth from the blankets had finally left him.

“Fireplace is right there boys.” Phil smiled at Evelin before leading Dream to the fireplace, taking
out his shulker box and taking out the white blanket, throwing it on Dream’s shoulders before
walking over to Evelin.

“I'm here for my order.” Evelin nodded as she pointed to the pile of boxes sitting at the end of the
desk.

“Right there pretty boy” Phil chuckled as he kneeled down, opening the box on top of the pile and
smiling up at the woman.

“Thank you, Evelin, you're a lifesaver.” Evelin grunted.

“Flattery won't get you a discount birdy, pay up.” Phil sighed as he pulled out his pouch of
emeralds, pulling out a large handful before counting them out and handing them to her.

“Fifty emeralds, as requested.” Evelin nodded and gestured to the boxes with a tilt of her head,

“They're all yours, take good care of them, won’t you?” Phil smiled and nodded, taking his shulker
box out and placing the parcels into it with the blankets. Phil walked back to the fireplace seeing
Dream curled into the blanket.

“Come on Dream, we still have some more things to take care of.” Dream sighed as he slowly got
back to his feet, keeping the blanket wrapped around his shoulders as he and Phil made their way
to the door.

“Hey kid,” Dream looked over at Evelin. “You might need these.” Evelin tossed a pair of goggles
at him, Dream catching them and looking back up at Evelin. “They actually went with that outfit
you two purchased, found them in a box and figured you might want them.” Dream smiled at her as
he pulled out his own bag of emeralds, Evelin held her hand up, shaking her head. “You two
already paid for them, now get out of my shop” Dream had a toothy grin spread across his face as
he waved back at her.

“Thank you!” Evelin sighed as Dream closed the door behind him, following Phil as he walked
back into the winter air.
Phil stopped at a large blacksmith shop, its smoky stone walls stained black, Dream looked over at
a stout man speaking with the blacksmith, the blacksmith swinging around a blade as the stout man
pointed finger at the blacksmith, the blacksmith visibly sweat dropping as the stout man stomped
away in a huff.
“Hey Jimmy, ya good over there?” The man, now named Jimmy, looked up at Phil and waved at
him, looking at Dream with a raised eyebrow before turning his attention back to phil.

“I'm a good man, just my old man in my case again, how about you?” Phil lead Dream into the
small shop, Dream glancing around at all the swords and assorted tools that littered the black
stained walls,

“I'm just bringing Dream here with me on my errands, I need to get him out of the house.” Phil
gently shook Dream by the shoulder, glancing at the boy who smiled at him before turning his
attention back to the man in front of him. “So, how's business?” Jimmy sighed and ran his fingers
through his hair.

“Eh, ya know, it would be a whole lot better if my old man would stop screaming at me in front of
the store.” Phil smiled softly as Jimmy stepped behind a table in front of a wall adorned with a
diverse array of weapons. “So, what can I help you with today?” Phil pulled a netherite axe out of
his inventory, handing it off to Jimmy with a smile.

“I was hoping you could patch this up for me, and Dream was wondering if you could fix
something for him too.” Dream stepped forward, pulling out his porcelain mask, fractures and
cracks running across the accessory like lightning, jimmy took the mask into his own hand,
squinting at it and grumbling under his breath,

“A porcelain mask, not very often we get something like this man” Dream looked over at Phil who
shrugged.

“Can you fix it?” Jimmy looked down at Dream before smiling.

“Shure, anything for Phil’s boy” Phil’s face lit up in a deep shade of red as he once again put his
hands up.

“I swear, he's not my-'' Jimmy laughed, before turning toward his anvil.

“You aren't fooling anyone Phil, might wanna drop the act.” Phil stared at Jimmy dumbfounded as
Dream began scanning the walls, glancing at Jimmy as he worked on Phil’s axe.

Phil kept his eyes downcast, the blush still present in his features as they walked back down the
trail, the sun already dipping below the horizon.

Dream wandered off the path, kicking snow into the air before watching it settle back down in
dunes of uneven snow, a horse call under a bush catching Dreams attention, he snuck to the edge of
the forest, seeing a small berry bush. Pushing the thorns away a small black bird laid on the red
stained snow as small gasps and horse calls echoed through its broken voice box. Dream gently
brought it into his hands, bringing it to his chest and walking to Phil who was standing at the path.

“What cha got there mate?” Dream looked up at Phil with a worried gleam in his eye.

“He was stuck in a berry bush, I just wanna help him and then let him go.'' Phil sighed, massaging
the bridge of his nose as the pair continued toward the house.

The raven now rested in a small plush box, Dream and Phil resting on the couch as the bird rested
on the table next to them, Phil reading as Dream dozed off next to him, two empty cups resting on
 the table next to the bird. Phil glanced at Dream who was once again passed out while resting on
Phil’s shoulder, sighing Phil shook Dream lightly Dream stirring and looking at Phil with half
lidded eyes.

“Come on mate, time for bed” Dream sighed, resting his head on Phil’s shoulder for a moment
more before nodding and getting to his feet, stretching his wings and arms before glancing at the
bird in the box. “He’ll be fine there mate, let's head to the nest.” Dream looked away from the box
and nodded as he followed Phil to his nest.

Dream rested his head on Phil's chest as he continued reading his book, listening to the rhythmic
beating of the man’s heart as his eyes slowly slipped closed. Two notifications popped up in his
notifications as he fell asleep.

Chapter End Notes

Sorry about the late update, I had internet problems and couldn't write. what would
you guys like to see in this story, and what are your opinions on Kristin wearing big
hats?
 "Your invitation has been accepted"
Chapter Summary

"Kristen has joined the game"

"Drista has joined the game"

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Dream stared at the piece of porcelain in his hands, taking in a sigh as he placed his mask on his
face with a satisfying clip.

“You let someone join mate?” Dream looked up at Phil who was carrying a basket of old laundry,
smiling at him before standing up from the chair and dusting off his cloak.

“They don't think they will be here that long” Phil raised an eyebrow at Dream as he watched the
boy grab his satchel from the hook next to the door and sling it over his shoulder.

“Said she was looking for something”

Dream stared cross armed at the spawn point, tapping his toes on the grass as he stared at a tree.
Eyes calculating as past messages ran through his head.

Two blue glowing figures appeared in front of Dream as particles conjoined and amalgamated
together until two women stood in front of him.

“Hello Kristen, Drista, welcome to the Dream smp.” Dream put his hand up to the pair, one of the
women, the tall one who had a large black hat resting on her head that had a veil falling off it like a
waterfall, the only feature on her face that was visible being her rose red lips. She put her soft hand
into Dream's hand, shaking his hand softly as the other woman stood behind her, arms crossed in a
fashion close to how Dream’s own arms had been earlier.

“Thank you, I assume your Dream?” Something in Kristen’s voice made Dream's heart flutter. It
was so soft and warm, a part of Dream wanted to run up to her and hold her close, never letting her
go. Dream nodded as the woman smiled behind her veil. “This is my daughter Drista, she's quite
the eccentric child.” The girl next to Kristen had a mask that was eerily similar to Dreams' own
mask, her long golden blond hair falling down her back as she stared at Dream. Her own green
cloak stopped at her hips.

“Can I have creative mode?” Dream raised an eyebrow under his mask, Kristen’s posture stiffened
under her long cloak as Drista stared at Dream expectantly.

“No”

“Oh well you're no fun.” Drista pouted before she began scanning the area, Kristen looking over at
Dream with an awkward smile.

“Sorry about that love, she gets like that sometimes, we've been to so many worlds and she loves
creative mode.” Dream shrugged his shoulders as he waved to the pair.

“Don’t worry about it, I had a feeling that she would ask.” Kristen took in a sigh of relief as Dream
began walking forward, “welp I’ll give you the tour, follow me, maybe you'll find whatever you're
looking for during it.” Kristen smiled as she grabbed Drista’s hand, dragging her along as Dream
began leading them out of the forest.

“If you don't mind me asking love, why the mask?” Dream looked up at Kristen as the group
continued walking.

“It's just something I’ve always worn; I don't like showing my face.'' Kristen smiled and nodded as
they continued walking. The trees began thinning out, being replaced with wildflowers before the
group found themselves walking along a wooden slab path. “We call this path the prime path, it
leads directly to La’manburge.” Kristen nodded as Drista skipped along the path.

“Why did you build La’manburge?” Dream smiled at her question as the obsidian wall came into
view.

“It actually wasn't my idea; it was Wilbur and Tommy who wanted to build a nation together.”
Kristen nodded.

“I'm surprised you let them; I've seen some pretty tyrannical admins.” Dream hummed.

“I know, but they’re good people and it was this or they started taking drugs and I didn’t want them
to go down that path.” Kristen chuckled as Drista jogged to catch up to the pair.

“What do you think of this world Drista?” Kristen placed her hand on Drista’s shoulder as the
young teen looked at the gigantuous wall that was slowly coming closer to them as they continued
walking down the path.

“I guess it's cool,” Kristen smiled at her as the group walked through the wall.

“It must have taken forever to mine all this obsidian.” Dream smiled at Kristen as she spoke.

“I had some help, but if you think this is bad, you should see the prison.” Drista practically jumped
at the mention of the prison.

“There's a prison!?” Drista got in Dream's face as she spoke, Dream putting up his hands in defense
when she got too close.

“W-well yes, Sam is a great warden, it took him a long time to make it.” Kristen placed her hand
on Dristas shoulder.

“Personal space Drista.” Drista made an o shape with her mouth as she looked back at Dream,

“I'm sorry I forgot.” Dream waved her off as they continued to walk.

“Thank you for apologizing, and don't worry about it, we get some pretty touchy people on this
server.” Dream felt someone throw themselves at him before his back made contact with the wood
of the prime path, looking at his chest and seeing Gorge practically crying on him.

“Dream, where have you been?!” Dream awkwardly patted George's head as his wings shifted
uncomfortably.

“I've written to you Gorge, I told you that I got sick and had to move away.” Sapnap stepped
forward, crossing his arms as he practically glared at Dream.

“A visit would have been better than this.” Sapnap held up Dream's letter as the paper began to
blacken at the corners. “Sorry I got sick,” and then this bombshell “I won't be able to continue
living with Puffy and Schlatt so I am moving away, will try to get back to you guys as soon as
possible.” Dream felt himself start to sweat under Sapnap’s heated glare. “I mean, could you BE
any more obscure?” The paper crumbled to ash as Sapnap crossed his arms, Dream sighing as he
sat back up, patting George's hair as he spoke.

“I didn't mean to worry you two, I had to make sure that Tubbo was safe and took him to Ranboo’s
house, I ended up getting caught in a snowstorm” Dream looked up at Sapnap. “Phil found me and
took me in Sapnap. I couldn't just leave him after that.” Sapnap sighed and dropped his arms in
defeat. Kristen took a quick breath at Phil’s name.

“You could have come to us man, seriously we love you.” Sapnaps eyes sparkled, watching Dream
sigh as he got back to his feet, dragging Gorge along with him as he pat Sapnap on the shoulder.

“I know, sorry mate, I’ll go to you two next time” Kristen cleared her throat, bringing Dream’s
attention back to her.

“I’m sorry,” her voice was now small as she began fiddling with the veil over her head, “could you
introduce me to this man, Ph-Phil, I would like to meet him.” Dream felt his heart melt when
Kristen spoke.

“Yeah, his home is actually not too far from here, it's cold though,” Kristen nodded as she ushered
Dream to continue walking. Dream took note of Drista’s thin cloak as they began to walk.

Dream sighed as the cold air began biting on his face, Phil had been right that he did get used to the
cold weather. Kristen didn't seem to mind it either, the same could not be said for Drista who was
physically shaking as she wrapped her arms around herself, Dream sighed as he unclipped his
cloak, shaking out his hair as he threw it over Drista’s shoulders who looked up at him when the
warm fabric came into contact with her shoulders.

“Dont worry about me, I'm used to the cold.” Kristen had stopped when Dream had taken off his
cloak and was now frozen in place, her gaze trained on his back.

“Dream, you didn't tell me you where an elytrian.'' Dream jumped at Kristen's voice but smiled as
he spread out his still fluffy white wings.

“Yeah, I only molted a couple months ago, I wasn't raised traditionally so my wings didn't come in
when they should have.” Kristen nodded and followed wordlessly as Dream led the pair through
the snowy tundra.

Phil’s house melted into view, Dream smiling when he saw Technoblade playing with Steve in the
front yard. Kristen began stumbling toward the house when Technoblade came into view.

“DAVE!” Technoblade froze when he heard his name, seeing the last person he expected to see
hurtling herself at him, opening his arms and allowing himself to get swept into Kristen’s arms as
she spun around. “I missed you so much son, oh I missed you so much, I love you I love you.” The
woman began rambling as Dream and Drista ran up to them. Kristen put Technoblades feet back on
the ground but kept her arms wrapped tightly around him.

“What's going on here?” Dream’s head shot in the direction of Drista who had her face stuffed in
Dream’s cloak. Kristen, who had been halfway hysterical with laughter finally began slowing
 down, looking over at Drista you could see tear paths on her face, her arm still wrapped
protectively over Technoblade’s shoulder, who was standing frozen at her side, his own arm
wrapped around her waist in a half hug.

“Oh Drista, we found them, we finally found them.” Drista took her head out of Dream’s cloak,
Kristen’s own black cloak soaked with her tears, a toothy grin visible through her veil. Kristen
swung her head over to Dream, “where's Phil, I need to see him”

“He should be inside his house.'' Kristen practically flew to the small cabin, banging frantically at
the door until Wilbur appeared, disheveled and clearly cranky.

“Good evening mam,” Wilbur rubbed his eye with his hand as Kristen stared at him from her place
at the doorway, “can I help you?”

“Can I please see Phil, my son?” Wilbur seemed to perk up when she spoke, wordlessly stepping
away as she scrambled into the house.

Phil froze when her scent wafted into the house, dropping the spoon into the rabbit stew, and
scrambling out of the kitchen, seeing the angel herself standing in his living room.

“Phil” Kristen, placed her hand on her hat, slowly slipping it off, her shoulder length hair tickling
her shoulders as her snow white skin and honey colored eyes came into view, Phil’s eyes becoming
misty as they began walking toward each other, Kristen stumbling toward her husband as she fell to
her knees, Phil catching her and capturing her into a soft kiss, feeling her body press into him like a
long lost puzzle piece.

Dream watched from the door frame as Phil melted onto Kristen’s arms, Drista standing next to
him frozen as her mother melted into the arms of a man who shared her golden hair.

Chapter End Notes

Mumza looks good in hats, made the decision to not kill her off because it would have
broken my heart and she was slaying it in that fanart that Phil showed in his stream a
while ago.

also, Drista is always pog, I couldn't have killed her off if I tried.
 Missing what we've lost, but is it gone forever
Chapter Summary

A family meeting, Kristen and Phil have lost something important, Quackity, perhaps
has a point

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

The soft material of the couch burned Tommy's leggs as he continued shifting in his seat, in front
of him sat one of the most beutiful women he had ever seen in his life, with her long dark cloak, jet
black sholder length hair and snow white skin, all of wich accented her honey brown eyes, she
looked like a godess. Wich would probably be a little less akward if she wernt curled up next to his
father.

“So, boys, I assume you have some questions?” Phil's eyes where practically glowing at this point
as Kristen wrapped her arms around him with a content chuckle. The boys nodding as Drista took a
seat on the cold floor.

“Well, this is my wife Kristen.” Kristen waved at the boys as Wilbur and Technoblade nodded.
“We met a long time ago in one of my hardcore worlds.'' Tommy and Techno glanced at each other
before looking back at Phil and nodding.

“Ok, that doesn't explain why we're sitting in the living room with one woman and a child.”
Tommy piped up.

“Hey, I'm not the only child here, man.” Drista glared at Tommy under her mask.

“At least I'm not ripping off Dream’s mask, seriously, why?” Tommy gestured to Dream who was
leaning against the rough wood of the doorframe of the kitchen.

Dream shrugged his shoulders at Tommy who just glared at him before turning back to the rest of
the group. Firelight from the torches reflected harshly off Dream's mask as Phil piped up again.

“I'm sure that Drista doesn't mean any harm to Dream, do you Drista?” Drista shook her head,
glancing at Dream before looking back at Phil.

“Excuse me Phil?” Phil looked down at Drista with a smile as she began fiddling with the soft
fabric of Dreams cloak.

“Yes Drista?” Phil gave Drista a smile as she looked back up at him, fingers still tangled in the
green velvet of Dreams cloak.

“If everyone here is my brother, then what about Dream?” Phil froze for a second before he broke
out in laughter, clutching his sides a bit before regaining his composure and looking back at Drista.

“Sorry for confusing ya dear, Dream and I may look alike but he's not my son.” Drista made an O
shape with her mouth.
Dream felt like a bucket of ice water had just been splashed over his head, Dream stood up straight
as he began walking to the back door.

“Hey Dream, where are you going?” Dreams' heart stopped, putting his hand up in the air and
giving Phil a small smile as he put his other hand on the frozen doorknob.

“Just need some air man, it's a bit too crowded in here for me.” Phil smiled at Dream.

“Alright mate, be careful.” Dream nodded, opening the door to cold air and a deserted forest.

Phil turned his attention back to Kristen, placing his hand on her thigh and sighing “Kristen, what
happened to the other egg?” Kristen's face dropped as she began fiddling with the rough fabric of
the veil on her hat.

“Well,” Phil's eyes softened, “we were running away from the raiders, and I went into the void.”
Phil's mouth went agape.

“Why would you take that risk love?” Kristen's hands balled up into fists, the veil tangled in her
fingers.

“I-i didn't want to lose them, i truly didn't Phil, but,” Kristen put her hand over her mouth she felt
warm tears begin misting her eyes. “I was flying through the void, and I had the eggs in my hands,
but I dropped it.” Kristen's heart stopped, once again feeling her baby slowly slipping out of her
arms, remembering the feeling of his heartbeat disappearing from her hands. “I'm sorry Phil, I
tried, I tried catching them, i couldn't-.”

Phil wrapped his arms around Kristen's shoulders, feeling her tremble in his hold as his heart was
struck with the same bullet, feeling the way his heart shattered like glass, his own eyes overcome
by tears. “It wasn't your fault love,” Phil's lungs became tight, a small sob scratching at his throat
as he rubbed his face in Kristens shoulder, “it wasn't your fault.”

Dream stared out into the forest, feeling his cheeks become numb with the winter air, his failing to
keep his ears warm as they became red and numb. A stone in his stomach began to form as he
continued to stare into the shadows that danced in the trees.

“Good evening Dream,” Dreams' blood ran cold, slowly turning his head to a man fully engulfed
with a large cloak, a hood covering his face.

“The hell are you doing here, Quackity?” Quackity chuckled as he pulled his hood down, smiling
up at Dream as he made his way up the porch, making his way to the chairs that were scattered
across the deck, sighing as he dropped on the chair and pulled two cigarettes out of his pocket.

“Want one?” Dream raised his eyebrow at Quackity before shaking his head, Quackity chuckleing
before pulling out his lighter, the small flame warming his hand as he blocked it from the cold
winter air, taking a deep breath from the stick in his mouth before letting it out in a long sigh.
“You're missing out kid.” Dreams' eyes burned as the cigarette smoke clouded his face.

“That's going to kill you, you know that right?” Quackiy laughed in Dreams face, his breath
reeking of cigarette smoke.

“We all die Dream, might as well die doing what makes me happy.” Dream pursed his lips, shifting
from his place, avoiding the breeze that carried away Quackities cigaret smoke.
 “You didn't answer my question, what do you want?” Quackiy sighed as he flicked his cigarette,
watching the ash fall on the snow.

“I wanted to warn you Dream, I assume you've already met Philza's lovely wife?” Quackiy stared
into the forest.

“What are you getting at?” Quackiy sighed, flicking the last of the cigarette onto the porch before
standing up, throwing the bud on the ground and walking up to Dream with warm worried eyes.

“Dream, the cold season is here, fledglings have died because their parents assumed that they
didn't need to stay in the nest.” Quackiy tentatively put a soft hand on Dream's shoulder, quickly
removing it when Dream glared at him, sighing before looking back at Dream. “I'm not here to ask
for forgiveness, I'm here because I don't want you to die. Kristen and Phil are going to want their
nest to themselves.”

“Phil wont let me die Quackity, you on the other hand, I'm pretty sure he would love to see your
death.” Quackiy sighed, massaging his temples before looking back at Dream.

“Just, promise me that if you get cold, then you'll go to someone's nest.'' Dreams' eyes burned as he
glared at Quackity.

“I don't need to promise you shit, get away from my house.” Quackiy sighed as he pulled his hood
back up.

“Good luck Dream”

Chapter End Notes

So sorry for my hiatus, I literally had to buy an entirely new laptop, still trying to
figure out how it works lol. its so good to be back tho :)
 Warm honey milk
Chapter Summary

After some rather less fortunate developments dream finds himself inadvertently
joining someone else's family

Well Dream had to admit, Quackity was right. Dream was curled up on the couch, tremors
covering his body as he curled into a ball on the couch, cold seeped into his bones blocking out any
and all warmth he may have possessed. Drista lay on the chair next to him, a similar cold dragging
itself along her veins as she curled up in a ball shivering despite the still lit fire.

“This is ridiculous.” Dream glanced at Drista as he spoke, seeing her shivering feverishly, letting
out a sigh, Dream dragged himself off the couch.

The door next to Phil's room led to a decent pile of blankets, the fluffy white pelt that Phil had
gotten Dream a while ago still sat unused in the corner of the closet, Dream piled the blankets in
his arms, the soft material sloshing in his arms as Dream stumbled back to the main room plopping
the blankets on the floor and shaping them to the best of his abilities, weaving the blankets together
until a little nest rested on the ground, Dream groand, standing in the nest that was much too small
for him.

Dream sighed as he took Drista into his arms, taking note of how her skin was ice cold, the way
even her bones seemed to tremble under the cold that her own body had made for her, the loss of a
nest bringing the warmth right along with it.

Dream gently laid the sleeping Drista into the makeshift nest, smiling as he felt warmth spread
across her numb arms as she relaxed into the blankets, clipping off his cloak, Dream spread it
across her body, Drista letting out a sigh of relief as she snuggled into the cloak and blankets.

Dreams' teeth chattered as he began rubbing his hands across his arms, his entire body trembling,
his feet and fingers numb with cold that shouldn't exist, looking down at his fingers, Dream could
see his pale palms and red fingers. “Fuck”

Dream slowly walked to Phil's room, silently opening the door he was greeted with the smell of
lavender and two adults tightly curled into each other, warmth resonating from them, Dream could
feel the blood run back to his fingers and feet. Phil pulled Kristen closer, a small purr escaping him
as Kristen subconsciously nuzzled into his neck, mummering under her breath. Dream sighed as he
slowly closed the door, feeling his heart break as the creaking of the door echoed in his ears.

Dream began stumbling through the house, the warmth he had felt in Phil's room seeping out of his
body, a quick scan in Techno and Wilbur's rooms revealed a sleeping Technoblade, Tommy and
Wilbur already sleeping in Wilbur's nest, Tommy's own blankets tangled in Wilbur's nest along
with disks and candy bars. Dream silently closed Wilbur's door, his legs violently trembling,
keeping his hand on the wall. Dream dragged himself to the front door, his hand missing the
doorknob the first time before tightly clamping onto the chilled metal.

Swinging the door open Dream could see the lights from Ranboo's house glowing in the distance,
taking a deep cold breath, Dream pushed forward, his boots crunching on the snow with each
heavy painful step, the cold making his feet hypersensitive to each rock and pebble hidden under
the snow.

Dream slowly reached his hand up to the wooden door on Ranboo's house, softly knocking before
his legs finally gave out and he ate the snow on the deck.

“Hello- WHAT THE FU-”

Dreams' shoulders were covered with a soft blanket as Tubbo placed a hot cup of tea in his hand,
Ranboo delicately poking the fire as it sparked back to life.

“Alright man, off with it, what the HELL were you doing outside in the middle of the night?”
Dream sighed as the tea in his hands allowed warmth to seep into his hands, staring at the dark
liquid for a moment.

“I- I was just s-so cold Tubbo, I dont know whats wrong with me.” Ranboo froze, the stick in his
hand dropping to the floor with a light thunk.

“Are you sick?” Tubbo put his hand on Dreams forehead, his hand flying back as he stared at
Dream with wide eyes. “WHAT THE HELL. dude it feels like your legit made of ice!” Dream
sighed as he looked back at the tea in his hands.

“Oh, hello Michael.'' Dream looked up at the ladder, seeing the piglin zombie child still in his
jammies standing, staring at Tubbo and Ranboo, a small yellow blanket clutched tightly in his
hand, tear track stains littered across his fluffy cheeks. “Oh no” Ranboo kneeled in front of the
child, gently wiping away the tears that remained on his soft fur “did you have another nightmare
Michael?” Michael nodded, stuffing his tiny snout into his blanket. Ranboo sighed as he ruffled the
child's hair, “just try getting back to bed alright man, i'll be with you in a bit and we can talk about
it.” Michaels face dropped as he dragged his feet back to the ladder.

“Wait, I think I know something that will help.” Michael froze in the spot when Dream spoke,
“come here little man, I wanna show you something.” Dream smiled when Michael stumbled into
his arms, shifting his wings to hide them under the blankets as Tubbo followed excitingly.

“Bedtime milk, are you gonna make bedtime milk Dream, can I have some?” Dream chuckled as
he picked Michael up in one arm. “You need to wait for a bit Tubbo, I don't even know if you guys
have everything I nee-” Tubbo stumbled to the chest next to the furnace, pulling out a bucket of
milk and two bottles of honey from his pocket.

“I have the shit-” Dream gave Tubbo a death glare, freezing Tubbo in his spot..

“Don't curse in front of Michael Tubbo, I know it was normal in our house but I don't think you
want his first words to be a curse word.” Dream took the bucket of milk from Tubbo, and Dream
threw some coal into the furnace, placing the bucket on top of the furnace before pulling a wooden
spoon from the cabinet. Stirring the milk until it was simmering before pouring the honey into the
bucket, continuing to stir until the milk took on a more yellowish hue. “Alright it's ready”

Tubbo sat passed out next to Ranboo, empty cup laying discarded on the floor, Ranboo staring
amazed at Dream who was cradling a sleeping Michael.

“How, how did you do it?” Ranboo's jaw was dislocated as he stared amazed at Dream.

“Tubbo used to have nightmares all the time, I hated seeing him sad so I looked up recipes, I found
one but we didn't have everything, so I took what we happened to have at the time and I used to
make it all the time, until I took him here.” Ranboos' eyes sparkled with admiration as he stared at
Dream. Dream slowly shifted Michael into one arm before making his way to the ladder, “I'm
taking the little one to bed, do you mind bringing Tubbo to bed?” Ranboo shook his head,
sweeping Tubbo into his arms and walking in the direction of their room.

Dream groaned as he finally made his way up the stairs, the loss of one arm making ladders much
more difficult, walking over to the large bed in the corner Dreams heart beat out of his chest as he
slowly placed Michael into the bed, taking in a sigh of relief, getting back to his feet before he felt
something clinging to his pant leg. Looking down, Dream saw Michael looking at him with sad red
eyes, sighing Dream dragged himself into the bed, his wing, although still rather small compared to
Phil's, having enough reach to cover himself and Michael.
 Where is my home?
Chapter Summary

Dream goes back to Phil's house, Phil and Kristen know something is up but Dream is
too busy with a territorial duck to notice.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Phil's eyes fluttered open, the sight of Kristen in his arms making his heart flutter, from her black
hair to pale skin, she was the picture of perfection, Phil ran his fingers through her soft hair,
sighing before planting a small kiss at the crown of her head.

“Good morning Kristen.” Kristen stirred before looking up at Phil with a bright smile, wrapping
her arms around his shoulders, a soft giggle escaping her mouth as Phil nuzzled her neck. The pair
slowly got out of bed, walking out of the room to an empty kitchen and Drista asleep on the living
room floor. Phil gave Kristen a look, Kristen rolling her eyes as she walked over to Drista, shaking
her shoulder lightly.

“Drista dear, it's time to wake up.” Drista stirred, her mask shifting to look at her mother before
shoving her face back into the nest. Kristen sighed, picking Drista up from the nest before
dropping her back into it, an OOF escaping Drista before she sat up, a rats nest popping up on the
side of her head as she looked back up at Kristen. “Good morning sunshine!” Kristen smiled
brightly, Drista pursed her lips as she stood up from the nest, looking down at it before looking
back at her mother.

“Thanks for making a nest” Kristen raised an eyebrow at her daughter, shaking her head as she
looked down at the nest.

“I didn't make this nest, I thought you had made it.” Drista looked back at the nest, then the chair,
then the couch, then the cloak that had been draped on her.

“Oooooh I know what happened.” Drista laughed as she picked back up the cloak, folding it and
placing it on the chair, “Dream must have fixed it up for me.” Phil pursed his lips as he kneeled
down, examining the nest and nodding his head.

“Yep, this is definitely a good first attempt at a nest, did you catch the shivers last night Drista?”
Phil's eyes became soft as he looked at the young fledgling, Drista giving him a soft smile.

“I'm afraid so, Dream honestly had it worse but I guess he couldn't fit in the nest.” Phil put his face
in his hands, shaking his head.

“I'm such a fucking idiot, I knew he wasn't ready to leave the nest.” Kristen put her hand on Phil's
shoulder, rubbing it in calming circles.

“I don't think Dream holds anything against you for it love.” Phil shook his head.

“Of course not, he's Dream, he wouldn't hold anything against me if I stabbed him.” Kristen
chuckled as Phil dropped his hands in his lap, looking down at the nest that Dream had made. “It
was nice of him to make you this nest Drista.” Drista nodded as she stretched her arms satisfying
pops and cracks resonating throughout her body. “Speaking of Dream, where did he go?”

“He probably decided to share someone else's nest for the night love, I'm sure they wouldn't have
minded, especially with how much he must have been shivering last night.” Phil sighed as he stood
up.

“Well, time to start our day” Phil walked down the hallway to Tommy's room, sighing at the sight
of his unassembled nest, walking to Wilbur's room and seeing him and Tommy curled up together.
“TIME TO WAKE UP BOYS!” Wilbur and Tommy jumped, Wilbur sitting up and looking at Phil
with blurry eyes. Tommy, still hugging Wilbur, began rubbing his eyes, glaring at Phil before
letting go of Wilbur and stretching his limbs.

“Good morning Phil” Wilbur yawned, slowly getting up from the warm nest, Tommy practically
whining as he followed him out.

“Bloody hell man, why are you waking us up this early in the morning?” leaned against the well
worn soft wood of the door frame as he smiled at Tommy.

“I'm not letting you two sleep in until noon” Wilbur groaned, dragging his feet to the kitchen,
Tommy following him.

Phil opened the door to Technoblades room, seeing the man already sitting at his table with a book
in his hand. “Good mornin mate” Technoblade looked at Phil with a raised eyebrow.

“Where's Perseus?” Phil raised his eyebrow as Technoblade placed his book back on his shelf.

“Sorry mate, which ones Perseus?” Technoblade sighed as he walked behind his divider.

“Where's Dream, isn't he usually following you around like a lost puppy by now?” Phil's heart
dropped to his feet, looking over at Kristen who had a similar expression to Phil.

“We thought that he had bunked with one of you three.” Technoblade walked out from behind his
divider, his eyebrows furrowed.

“He wouldn't have gone too far, I'm sure he's fine” Technoblade took his robe off the hook next to
his bed, grabbing his chilled crown as he strutted out of the room, straight out the front door.

Dream leaned into the overstuffed chair sighing as he looked back down at the child in his lap,
Michael holding a book in his lap, his chicken sitting on the arm of the chair as Michael showed it
the colorful pictures.

“Michael, i love your book, but I need to get back to Phil, he's probably worried sick.” Michael
glanced at Dream before looking back at his book, Dream sighing as he put his arm under Michaels
knees, lifting him up as Dream got to his feet and gently putting him on the chair.
“I have to go, little man, I'll be back, I promise.” Michael looked at him with wide eyes, squinting
his eyes as he put down his book, getting off the chair before headbutting Dream. Dream sighed
then grunted as a particularly rough headbutt hit him on his still recovering ribs, falling on the
ground,

Michael immediately froze before running to where Dream's head had landed. Wining at him as he
began shaking his shoulders, Dream chuckled as he ruffled the boy's hair.

“I'm good little man, ya just took me by surprise, you're a strong one aren't you?” Michaels eyes
had tears inching out of them, Dream sighed as he sat up, ruffling the fur on top of his head.“Hey,
it really didn't hurt, I was more surprised than anything.” Michael was clutching Dreams shirt as he
looked up at him with his still teary eyes.“Hey” Dream pinched Michaels cheeks “I'm gonna be
alright little man, ” Dream let go of Michaels cheeks, ruffling the hair on top of his head. “Let's go,
I'm sure Ranboo is already done making breakfast.” Michael nodded as Dream and he walked to
the trapdoor. Opening it, and walking down the ladder.

The pair was greeted with the sight of Tubbo chasing Ranboo with a knife, taking a deep sigh of
air, Dream walked over to the pair, snatching the knife from Tubbo's hand, and shoving the smaller
man into the couch before shoving the knife into the counter.

“Alright, now that that's taken care of; what's for breakfast?” Dream smiled at Ranboo who was
doubled over gasping.

“Boo was going to make omelets, but I got bored.” Dream sighed as he nodded, walking over to the
kitchen and grabbing some eggs from the ice box.

Dream placed the last plate in front of Michael who smiled up at him with a toothy grin. Dream
gave him a small smile back as he looked back at Tubbo and Ranboo who were both shoveling
their own omelets into their mouths.

“Alright guys, I'm gonna have to go, thanks for helping me out last night.” Michael looked at
Dream with wide sad eyes, Tubbo doing the same as Ranboo took in a deep sad sigh.

“Please don't go Dream'' Tubbo clung onto Dream, his fingers tangling themselves into the soft
fabric of Dream's outfit, “Michael would miss you.” Dream chuckled, ruffling Tubbo's fluffy hair,
pushing it away from his warm chocolate brown eyes.

“I'm not leaving forever bro, and I don't think this house would stand for long if I didn't come
back.” Dream swept Tubbos hair out of the way of his eyes, “and i don't think i could stand leaving
you guys for too long.” Tubbo sighed, pulling Dream into a tight hug before letting him go. Dream
smiled as he pulled Ranboo and Michael from their seats, Tubbo being dragged back into the hug,
Dream smiling as a warm feeling he had only felt around Phil and his family burst in his chest.
“Can I have god father privileges with Michael?” Dream chuckled through the sentence as Tubbo
nodded his head.

“Yeah man.” a knock rang through the house, Dream looked up at the door, letting go of everyone.

Standing at the door was a neutral Technoblade, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow when
Dream came into view.

“So this is where you went Perseus ” Dream raised his eyebrow at the nickname.

“Well, it got too cold in the house for me, I couldn't sleep too well so I came here.” Technoblade
grunted, looking over Dream's shoulder, seeing Tubbo and Ranboo standing behind him, a strange
baby zombie pigman in his arms.

“Thanks for taking care of Dream Ranboo, Phil wants me to walk him home.” Ranboo chuckled as
he nodded, rubbing his forearms as the open door let in a cold draft.

“It was nothing, Dream was a huge help the whole time.” Dream smiled as he looked back at
Technoblade.

“Well, I guess we'd better get going then.” Dream walked past Technoblade, the winter wind
whipping his hair all over his face, Michael letting out a wine and reaching his hand out for the
blond man, Ranboo bounced him in his arms. Dream looked back at the family with a warm smile.
“I won't be gone for long, little man, I'm right next door if you guys need anything!” Tubbo and
Ranboo nodded as they all waved in his direction, Technoblade grunting as he began following
Dream.

“Why didn't you just go into someone else's nest Dream?” Technoblade and Dream walked
together toward the small house that was quickly coming into view. “No one would have
complained, Wilbur and Tommy would have probably fought over you if anything.” Dream sighed,
looking up at Technoblade with pursed lips.

“I didn't want to go into the nest because I didn't have permission, it's rude to go into someone's
nest without permission Technoblade, it's like walking into a house without knocking.”
Technoblade grunted.

“I guess that is kinda rude, but they really wouldn't have minded.” Dream shook his head, as Phil
and Wilbur came into view, both of them running around the house like chickens with their heads
cut off.

“You never know Technoblade, you never know.” Phil froze in place as Technoblade and Dream
came into view, sprinting towards the pair.

“Oh my goodness Dream, I am so fucking sorry,” Phil began rubbing Dreams forearms, bringing
warmth into the now numb limbs. “I knew that you weren't ready to leave the nest, I don't know
how I forgot mate, I'm so sorry.” Dream chuckled as Phil began dragging him back to the house.

“Don't worry about it Phil, I'm not mad at you” Phil practically dropped Dream onto the couch,
shooting into the kitchen and filling the old kettle with hot water before placing on top of the
furnace, snatching blankets from the now dismantled nest and throwing them onto the
unsuspecting Dream who was immediately ground under the pile of blankets.

Phil sighed as he took Dream's numb hands into his own, rubbing them in his hands as he looked
back up at Dream. “I know mate, but that almost makes it worse.” Dream smiled down at Phil.

Tommy and Wilbur rolled on the cold wooden floor, the book in Tommy's hand being snatched by
the older man, as they both straitened up.

“Why the hell are you reading a book about plants?” Wilbur laughed through his speech, Tommy
looking up at him, ears and cheeks flushing with a deep red.

“I would rather not eat a dangerous plant, Wilbur.” Wilbur snickered.

“Why not just eat mud? you did it all the time when we were little.” Tommy tackled the man,
reaching his hand out for the book before Wilbur pushed him off his body, getting back to his feet
and looking down at Tommy before he too went back to his feet.

“At least I don't still eat mud, you STILL eat sand and you're in your twenties!” Wilbur glared at
Tommy, crossing his arms, a small book still in his hand.

“As long as the sand is clean it's fine, I don't think it's physically possible for mud to be clean.”

“IT'S LITERALLY WET SAND”

Kristen and Phil chuckled from their places on the couch, Technoblade standing next to Dream in
the corner as the duo continued to brawl.
“Boys, please don't knock over the bookshelf!” Phil stood up from the couch before pulling the
boys away from each other, Drista chuckling when Tommy fell to the floor.

“Wow, I didn't know this family could get more chaotic.” Technoblade spoke in his normal
monotone voice as Drista and Tommy began brawling.

“Honestly neither did I, but here we are.” Dream said with a chuckle, his small smile dropping as
the smell of cigarette smoke burned the back of his nose. Dream stood up straight, making his way
to the back door.

“Where are you headed, Dream?” Dream stopped, looking over at Technoblade.

“Just need to get some air man, don't worry about it.” Techno squinted his eyes, his nose wrinkled
slightly but didn't say anything as he watched Dream walk to the back door, swinging it open as he
walked outside.

“What the hell are you doing here Quackity?” Dreams back rested on the door, crossing his arms
as Quackity smiled behind his cigarette.

“Good evening to you too, Dream.” Quackity let out a puff of smoke, watching the foggy air as it
swam into the sky before disappearing. “So, was I right?” Dream glared at him.

“About what asshole?” Quackity stood up straight, turning around to look at Dream before leaning
back against the rail of the porch.

“Did he leave you to fend for yourself last night? I noticed you stayed the night with Tubbo last
night.” Quackity took a long hot breath from his cigarette, making rings of smoke before flicking
ash from the tip of the cancer stick.

“It was my decision to stay with Tubbo last night, creep.” Quackity chuckled deeply, his cold
brown eyes locking on the man in front of him.

“Oh, Dream, no need to lie to me, I know what happens when feelings are forced to drag
themselves out of their homes to find warmth, you're lucky you made it to Tubbos in time. "Dream
glared daggers into the smug man in front of him.

“I had Drista, he probably assumed I would be fine for one day.” Quackity shook his head, a small
chuckle escaping his mouth.

“Now that it's happened, Dream, what's stopping Phil from abandoning you again?” Dream felt his
blood boil as Quackities statement turned Dreams ears red,

“He didn't abandon me bitch, get away from my house.” Quackity sighed another puff of smoke
escaping his mouth as he dropped the cigarette in his hand, stomping out the small flame before
pulling Dream close by the shoulder and putting his lips close to his ear.

“I know why you're afraid of the dark Clay.” Quackity pushed Dream away, stomping off the
porch and pulling up his hood. “There's a room in Las Nevadas waiting for you if you're
interested.” Dream glared at Quackity as he watched the man's silhouette disappear into the
shadows. Clutching his fingers into fists and gritting his teeth at the dark forest feeling the pain in
his fist as it collided with the cold wood of the porch rail.

“Shut the fuck up asshole.”

Dream glared into the fireplace feeling the smoldering flames heat his face, the house unusually
 quiet as everyone turned into bed, Dreams blood boiling at the memory of what Quackity had said
on the porch making his heart beat out of his chest.

“Are you alright over there love?” Dream almost jumped out of the couch as Kristen's voice
reached his ears, swinging his head around the sight of the woman, standing there with sad eyes
and her shawl spilling over her shoulders bringing some calm back to his posture before she walked
over to him. “I guess not, why are you not asleep son?” Dreams' heart skipped a beat at the
endearing name, turning away from the woman and looking back at the fireplace.

“Cant sleep.” Dream spoke in a soft voice, the smoldering flames no longer doing anything to
warm him as the familiar cold began seeping into his bones.

“Rather hard to sleep if you're not in bed Dream, why don't you join Wilbur and Tommy? Drista is
already asleep so you don't need to worry about her.” Dream didn't move from his place on the
couch. Kristen sighed as she took the seat next to him.

“What are you doing, you don't need to stay up with me ya know.” Dream didn't look away from
the fire but could feel Kristen's bright smile even while looking away from her.

“Don't worry about me, raising Dave and Drista seems to have permanently destroyed my sleep
schedule.” Kristen placed her shawl on Dream's shoulders. The warm fabric bringing feeling back
into Dream's arms as Kristen stared with Dream into the smoldering hot coles. “You really should
be getting to sleep though love, not going to sleep will make you look old a lot faster.” Dream
groaned as he shook his head, Kristen chuckled as she gently put her arm over his shoulder. “Get
some rest, Dream, I won't let anything get to you.”

Dream nodded, leaning into her embrace, the rhythm of her heart matching his as he blinked his
eyes, any cold in his bones melted away, Kristen running her hand through his hair, a soft coo
echoing in her throat as Dreams eyes blinked one last time before staying closed.

Kristen's heart bloomed with warmth when she felt Dream melt into her, she could feel how his
heartbeat slowed to a more rhythmic dance before he fell asleep. Pulling him close Kristen slipped
her arms under his legs, her arms straining slightly under his weight as she made her way back to
her room.

Phil looked up from his book when he heard Kristen open the door, seeing Dream sound asleep in
her arms as she slowly stepped into the nest with him,

“Finally got him to sleep?” Kristen smiled, her eyes shining in the moonlight as she held Dream in
her arms.

“Poor thing was about to catch the shivers again,” Phil sighed as he laid down with Kristen.

“I wish he would talk to us before it gets to this point.” Kristen hummed, running her hand through
Dream's hair as she rested her head on Phil's chest.

“He's trying to protect us love, whatever's bothering him must be that bad if he's not talking to
anyone about it.” Phil hummed as he looked down at the kid in his wife's arms.

“We need to figure it out Kristen, for his sake.”

Chapter End Notes

Mumza pog

Starting to think that Ranboos white half is slenderman, just a thought.

 The blood vines
Chapter Summary

Technoblade meets the egg

Quackity ran, he ran until his lungs were screaming at him to stop, until his feet ached with cold,
until tears began falling like waterfalls down his face. A burning sensation overcame his right arm
as his fist collided with the cold ancient tree in front of him.

“He's just a kid, he's just a kid.” Quackity stumbled away from the tree, his bleeding hand coming
up to his hair, his other hand joining it as the same burning sensation overcame his scalp, his lungs
stinging at the loss of air as Quackty slowly stumbled against a tree sliding down and curling into
himself. “I'm such an asshole”

Dream shifted in the soft bedding that he was laying on feeling someone's arm wrapped around
him as he slept.

“Go back to sleep love, ” Dream felt someone run their hand through his hair, “Phil says it's ok,
you can go back to sleep.” Dreams body sunk back into the blankets, someone pulled him into their
arms, someone warm, soft, someone with a rhythmic heartbeat that echoed in their chest as they
shifted him to hold him. “Go back to sleep”

Kristens heart was so full, she could die happy today, when she had met Dream, he had been little
more then just another admin, now she was holding him in her arms, he was snuggling with her
while he slept and she felt like she was watching a newborn chicks first breath, Phil was so lucky
to have found him.

Kristens head shot up, hearing someone come through the door, speak of the devil.

“How's he holding up Kristen?” Kristen gave her husband a worried smile, Phil holding up the
warm bowl of rabbit stew in his hand steady as he stepped into the nest.

“He just went back to sleep, poor thing must be exhausted” Phil chuckled as he scooted next to his
wife, smiling down at Dream as he slept soundly in Kristens arms. “I feel like im holding a chick
right now, not an all powerful admin.”Kristen chuckled through her sentence.

“Yeah, that's pretty much what it's like to cuddle Dream, he's actually pretty good at cuddling.”
Krisen pulled Dream closer as she rubbed her face in the crown of his head.

“I noticed.” Kristen sighed as Phil chuckled, putting the bowl on the nest.

“Can I have a turn?” Phill shifted in his place, Kristen practically glared at him.

“You've had your turn Phill” Kristen pulled Dream closer, feeling him purr into her chest. “You
have literally been able to cuddle him every night since his winging, give someone else a chance.”
Phill felt his heart drop returning Kristens glare back to her.

“I let Wilbur and Tommy cuddle him. '' Phill crossed his arms, his eyes twinkling at the memory.
Kristen shook her head.
“That doesn't count Phill '' Kristens white wings surrounding the boy in her arms as she continued
running her fingers through his hair.

Technoblade sighed as he got up from his place on the couch, walking toward the door and
opening it to a smiling Bad boy halo.

“Why hello Technoblade, is there anyone else in there with you?” Technoblade looked around the
room before looking back at Bad.

“Uh, no, I don't think so.” Technoblade glared at Bad as the man in front of him gave him a toothy
grin, Bad hummed at Technoblades answer.

“I was just wondering how Dream was doing, I haven't seen him in a while and I've been looking
for him all day.” Technoblade squinted at the man behind his mask, the white accents of Bad's
outfit glaring at him in the snow.

“What's with the outfit change?” Bad gave Technoblade a tight smile, tapping his sharp talon on
his arm.

“Just wanted some change, have you seen Dream anywhere?” Technoblade sweatdropped before
opening his screen.

“Thank you WatermelonCucumber for the 20” Bad's hands clutched his forearms, his foot tapping
on the wooden patio.

“Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to see a new landmark in lamanburge, a lot has changed
since you and Phill disappeared off the face of the earth.” Technoblades heart skipped a beat when
he heard a door in the house bang open, jumping outside and slamming the door closed behind him
before Bad had a chance to look behind him.

“Shure, it's been a while since the last time I've been to L’amanbuge.” Bad smiled at the man in
front of him, motioning Technoblade to follow him as he began making his way toward the ocean.

“Well come with me, it's a long journey to L’amanburge.” Technoblade nodded before looking
over at Steve who was looking over at Technoblade with angry eyebrows.

“Alright, I just wanna bring my emotional support bear.” Techno untied the rough lead connected
to the fence post before following Bad to the side of the ocean, grabbing his own boat from his
inventory and handing another one to Bad .

“Alright Technoblade,” Bad pushed his boat into the dark waters, Technoblade already sitting in
his boat, feeling the way it would sway in the waves. “Let's get going.”

The ride was full of tossing waves, the pair alone in the vast ocean as they made their way to
L’manburge. Bad practically dragged Technoblade to the spider spawner.

“We’re almost there Technoblade” Bad began sprinting down a long chilly tunnel, long red vines
littering the walls and floor of the hole in the ground. Bad glanced over his shoulder, his white
eyes glowing in the dark as he gave Technoblade a crooked grin. “Follow me, the egg wishes to
meet you.” Technoblade felt his stomach turn into a stone, clunking to the ground as he made his
way down the stairs.

At the end of the tunnel was a cathedral of red vines and magma, red of all shades fell from the
ceiling and climbed up the walls, small dents littering the floor, Technoblade looked at his feet,
seeing microscopic red vines inching toward his feet, scrambling back into the tunnel Technoblade
could hear Bad chuckle much farther into the room then Technoblade could think of being.

“Don't be afraid Technoblade,” blood vines made their way up Bad’s legs, snaking up his waist
and dragging themselves up his arms, “the egg, just wants to bring everyone together” the vines
had made their way into his hand, blooming in his palm as Bad smiled from ear to ear, “it won't
hurt you, come on in.”

Technoblade took a tentative step into the cave, feeling the vines crush under his foot before they
squirmed out from under the sole of his shoe and moved away from where he had stepped.
Technoblade began walking into the room, his foot slipping in one of the dunes, the pain that
should have come never was as the vines in the dunes seemed softer than the ones littering the rest
of the server.

“Do you like it?” Bad smiled down at the fallen anarchist as he struggled in the soft vines. “The
egg wishes to accompany all forms of life, so it made a couple nests for you and your family”
Technoblades heart beat out of his chest as he scampered out of the nest and back to his feet.
“Well, time for you to finally meet the egg Technoblade”

Technoblade followed Bad as he walked deeper into the cavern, the demon stopping at the corner
farthest away from the exit where a dark red light pulsed through the vines that surrounded it, like
a heartbeat.

“Technoblade, this is the egg,” Bad nugged Technolade in the shoulder, pushing him toward the
red shape. “Go on, go say hi.” Technoblade looked at Bad with a raised eyebrow.

“How exactly does one say hello to an egg Bad?” Bad smiled as he reached into his pocket.

“Dont worry about it,” Bad pulled a steak out of his inventory, “how about you give this to this, I
think the egg would like that.” Bad practically shoved the steak into Technoblades hands as the
pink haired male walked up to the egg.

“/_-|\-\ _-_ _~/_-~” Technoblade felt his heart stop, staring up at the egg that stood over him like a
mountain, throwing the steak onto the red menace before making his way away from the beast,
back to where Bad was standing with his hands behind his back.

“So,” Bad leaned down as Technoblade was climbing away from the egg, “what did it say?”
Technoblade glared at Bad through his mask, tilting his head to the side in feign confusion.

“Eggs don't talk Badboyalo ” Technoblade finished climbing resting on the cool cobblestone under
his legs as Bad glared at him.

“Bad, what the HELL are you doing!?” Technoblade swung his head in the direction of the shout,
his eyes widening slightly at the sight of Quackity standing at the entrance, Bad grinned at
Quackity as he waved at the man.

“Oh hello Quackity, so good to finally see you” Quackity glared daggers into the smug demon
before looking over at Technoblade.

“What the fuck are you doing here Technoblade?” Technoblade looked at the man in front of him
with a glare before glancing at Bad with another raised eyebrow.

“Bad you're acting kinda sus,“ Technoblade dragged his feet on the ground, inching his way to
Quackty who was now tripping over rocks and vines to get to him.

“What do you mean?” Bad chuckled, walking alongside the retreating anarchist.
“I better get going, Phils making potato soup today, can't miss it.” Technoblade leapt off the small
hill, feeling fingers graze the back of his head as he threw himself down the cave.

“_/_ ~-=/-_!” Technoblade snatched the hilt of his sword, pulling it out and slashing the vines as he
ran on them, his feet tangling in the vines as they reached desperately for him. Bad's steps met with
stone as he shadowed Technoblade.

“You don't want to stay a little bit?” Technoblade jumped away from the man, rolling when his
back was met with one of the manny dunes, “and after the egg worked so hard to accommodate for
you and your family” Technoblade felt someone grab his arm, pulling him out of the dune and drag
him to the exit. “QUACKITY!”

Tecnoblade regained his footing as Quackty dragged him back up the stairs, following suit as the
squeaking of spiders rang in his ears, the vines on the floor desperately reaching for his ankles
before de-rooting as he continued to run.

Quackity took in a choked breath, his hands and knees catching him as he fell to the ground,
gasping and heaving on the ground, Technoblades shadow glared at him as he got back to his feet.

“Come on, we both need to be cleansed after that,” Quackity grabbed his trident, standing in the
water before shooting out of the pipe, Technoblade following him, a shocked expression etched in
his face.

Bad glared down at Quackity as the man scrambled up the mountain before standing in front of
him, the midnight air stinging their skin, Bad's hood sitting unnaturally still as Quackity's hair was
whipped all over his face.

“You have a lot of nerve coming back here after that last stunt Quackty” the man in question was
practically trembling in front of the demon, his hands clutching at the edge of his shirt.

“Listen man, you and Dream are friends right? Please don't do this, he's just a kid.” Bads eyes
glared in the moonlight as a wide grin spread across his face.

“You know my answer Quackty, the egg demands Snow Chester, it demands the elytrains, the silly
things on your back simply will not be enough.” Bad gestured toward a shocked Quackty with his
hand. “The power the egg will gain at the hands of the forces of death?” Bad chuckled darkly”it's
just too good to pass up”
 Every boy needs a deadly weapon
Chapter Summary

Dream learns that Tommy never learned how to sword fight, not everyone thinks its a
good idea, but someone needs to take him under there wing.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Dreams' fingers were wrapped around the walking stick in his hand, his fingers white and numb as
Tommy ran around him in circles.

“Come on then old man, let's get going, I have important YOUNG man things to do!” Tommy
sprinted down the path, Dream chuckled, putting his unused hand into the pocket of his cloak,
feeling the emeralds jingle in their pouch.

“Tommy, I'm not much older then you ya know,” Dream was now at Tommys side as the boy
swung his arms from side to side obnoxiously.

“Well at least I don't need to use a walking stick.” Dream sighed, shaking his head as he continued
down the path.

The village was covered with cheery villagers, children chasing each other with chilly snowballs as
the adults watched, warm sake resting in their palms as they conversed, the stalls full of warm
snacks, overstuffed blankets, and a variety of axes and swords.

“POG!” Tommys eyes sparkled at the weapons trapped in display cases, his gaze trained on an
enchanted crossbow. Dream sighed shaking his head and looking down at the words engraved in
the wood of the display case.

“Phil told me not to get you something dangerous Tommy,” Tommy scoffed before turning his
attention back to Dream.

“It's his fault that I don't know how to use any of these,” Tommy gestured toward a netherite
pickaxe that was hanging up in a display case,”he absolutely refuses to train me.” Tommy looked
down at the floor as he crossed his arms and began tapping his foot on the crunchy snow. “He
promised to teach me a long time ago.”

Dream felt his heart become weightless in his chest, fluttering into his throat before being crushed
by an unseen force. Dream smiled before clapping his hands, grabbing Tommys attention.

“Well, your just going to have to learn then won't you?” Dream turned back to the display cases,
“all this is too advanced for a beginner, all those enchantments would affect your power and make
you seem more powerful than you actually are.” Dream scanned the area, his eyes freezing on a
crafting table inside a library. “Come on Tommy.” Dream gestured with his hand as he began
walking toward the building

The library was a dark oak building, plush chairs littered the corners as dusty shelves sagged under
the weight of old and new books that were scattered on them, the librarian was a pale man with
greying red hair, his dark grey eyes locking on the pair as they walked into the building.

“Good morning boys, what brings ya?” the librarian smiled up at the boys, removing the circular
glasses from his nose and putting down his book. Dream smiled up at the man, taking off his mask
and placing it in his pocket.

“It's just me and Tommy today lieutenant” the man's eyes brightened when Dream took off his
mask, smiling at Tommy before returning his attention back to Dream.

“Ah, of course it is, what can I do for you today my boy?” Dream shook his hair out before putting
his mask and hood back on.

“Just wanted to borrow your crafting table old man.” the librarian chuckled, gesturing to his
crafting table with a flourish.

“All yours my boy.” Dream thanked him as he pulled out some iron and sticks from his pocket,
Tommy looking over his shoulder as Dream placed two iron in the middle of the crafting table,
throwing a stick under the iron and stepping back Dream grabbed the end of the sword before
throwing it at Tommy who caught it with both his hands Dream grabbed his walking stick from
where it was leaning against the bookshelf.

“Let's get this finished up so we can get home and start with your training, you have a lot to learn.”
Tommy looked up at Dream with wide eyes before smiling up at him and swinging the sword from
side to side.

“Aww fuck yeah man.” the sword flung from his hand, landing on the floor with a clunk as
Tommy scrambled to pick it up, looking up at Dream who was shaking his head with a sigh.

“What have I gotten myself into?”

Technoblade glared at the potato in his hand, his mind trapped in rabbit hole of thoughts as the
knife in his hand frozen on the half skinned potato, jumping at the sound of Tommy whooping and
a sword coming into contact with a tree.

“Tommy we aren't even at the house yet, won't you help me put this stuff away BEFORE you try
to kill everything on the server?” Tommy groaned as he threw the sword back into the leather
scabbard at his side.

“You sound just like Phil, you look like him to, your both old and sad.” Dream groaned, massaging
his temples as he carried the parcels in his arms into the house, Tommy taunting him the entire
time they were walking to the house.

Technoblade walked into Phil's house in a huff, looking over at Dream and Tommy and crossing
his arms, the snow on his shoes slowly melting into Phils nice floorboards.

“Alright Dream, what possessed you to give Tommy a knife” Tommy glared at Technoblade as he
put his hand over the scabbard,

“Ok first of all Blade, it's not a knife its a sword,” Technoblade cringed looking over at a
nonchalant Dream with wide eyes.

“Ok,” Technoblade sighed, watching his life flash in front of him “that's worse”

“SECOND! It's just an iron sword, nothing fancy, Dream said he was going to teach me.” Dream
looked up at Technoblade as he nodded. Technoblade stared at Dream with wide eyes, his lips
 pursed.

“Dream, he's literally a child, Phil said he would teach him to fight when he was ready.” Dream put
his finger up, effectively silencing the man in front of him.

“Let's talk about this somewhere else Technoblade, Tommy will you put these things away while I
try to clear this up?” Tommy groaned as he turned toward the baggs.

Technoblade glared at Dream from the corner of wilburs room, “so, why?” Technoblade crossed
his arms as his back leaned against the chilly dark wood wall.

“Why don't you let me ask you a question first Technoblade?” Dream looked over at Technoblade
from his place at the closed door, running his hand on the rough wood before crossing his
arms,”how old were you when you learned?”

Technoblades jaw dropped, catching it and pursuing his lips Techno looked back up at Dream,
“around four, you?” Dreams mouth was healed in a tight line as he spoke.

“I started learning as soon as I could walk, I found it to be the best thing to do when I was stressed
or upset.” Technoblade nodded.

“That's unfortunate Dream, but Phil has told me that he doesn't want Tommy to learn yet, no child
should have that kind of burden on their shoulders.” Dreams ear perked up at the sound of
shuffling on the other side of he door.

“The longer you wait, the longer it will take for him to learn, if you want to teach him then you
will need to teach him young, otherwise when you start teaching him he will think he is just
naturally bad and give up, you don't want that do you?” Technoblade sighed and shook his head.

“Na preferably not.” Dream triumphantly smiled under his mask.

“Then let me teach him, the kids got spirit and I believe he will flourish with the right instruction.”
Technoblade sighed, “let me teach him, at least this way he won't need to teach himself, that's
never a pleasant experience.”

Technoblade chuckled shaking his head, “you've gone soft Dream, I never took you for someone
who wants to settle down and take in an apprentice.” Dream tilted his head and smiled knowingly
at him.

“I could say the same for you Technoblade, wasn't it you who taught Ranboo how to steal pig
spawners?” Technoblade sighed and nodded.

“Tushay Dream,” Dream nodded as he turned back to the door.

“Come on, Tommy's probably slacking off on the couch.” more shuffling was heard from the other
side of the door, Dream waited a moment before opening the door to a cold empty hallway.

Chapter End Notes

This chapter was mostly me just trying to get more big brother Dream into my story, it
will be more important later but I hope you guys liked it regardless.
 How I met your mother
Chapter Summary

Dream and Tommy finish with training for the day when Dream begs the question.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Dream perrie's Tommy's strike, feeling how his sword was pushed back from the impact before he
dropped his body to the frozen sand using his leg to trip Tommy jumping back to his feet and put
his own sword to Tommy's throat.

“Why don't we call it a day Tommy, your idea hasn't worked yet and I need to make straw
dummies.” Tommy scoffed as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, gritting his teeth and
glaring up at the man in front of him.

“If you would stop tripping me before I'm able to get a hit I would be able to improve!” Tommys
ears were red and hot with rage, his face covered in dirt and mud, his wings still wrapped
protectively in his now soiled cape.

“You're the one who suggested I atack like we were on the battlefield, I've done nothing but follow
you since we started this.” Tommy grunted as he got back to his feet glaring at Dream as he looked
down at his feet and shuffled them on the muddy floor.

“Hey, don't be so down Tommy,” Dream smiled and plopped his hand on Tommys shoulder,
“endurance is practically the first half of the craft and you clearly have that in spades!” Dream
gestured to the frozen ground that was covered in footprints and mud. “We have been going at this
for hours and you still want to go, that's something great to have in the battlefield.”

Tommy nodded as he began walking through the tall dark oak trees as the sun blinked at them
through the horizon.

Phil smiled up at Tommy and Dream as they walked into the house, Dream waving back as
Tommy shuffled back to his room, slamming the door. Dream sighed as he sat on the couch next to
Phil, his raven taking its place in his lap.

“So, how did it go mate?” Dream chuckled through a gravelly voice as he looked over at Phil,
slipping off his mask and shaking out his hair.

“The kids got spunk, once he learns how to fight he's going to be a force to be reckoned with.”
Dream smiled as the fireplace chased the cold that clung to his skin. “Hey Phil?”

Phil looked over at Dream who was now leaning on him, “what's up mate?” Dream shifted closer
to Phil as he continued staring into the fire.

“How did you meet Kristen? If you don't mind me asking.” Phil smiled, a light chuckle escaping as
he looked down at Dream.

“Well that's a long story Dream, you sure you wanna hear it so close to bedtime?” Dream nodded
into Phils arm, Phil sighing as he wrapped his arm over Dream's still chilly shoulders.”Believe it or
not, she was originally just another crow.”

Phils neck burned as he dragged another mushroom into his arms, taking in a deep sigh as he
pushed the sweaty hair out of his eyes.

“Hey Phil, can I have a tour?” Phil glanced at the crow on his shoulder smiling as he dropped the
mushroom and stretched out his limbs, strutting away from the build.

“Sure mate, let's just get outta here first.” Phil stretched out his wings shooting himself into the sky
and swinging toward the amaranthine portal, feeling nausea settle at the bottom of his stomach
before taking a breath of cool fresh air. “Alright mate” Phil spotted the crow messing with one of
the others, smiling as he gestured to the bird. “Let's get going.”

The crow rested on Phils shoulder as Phil showcased all his builds, the rest of the crows long since
gone leaving Phil to show Kristen around his hardcore world.

“This is my ocean monument,” Phil landed on top of the temple, swinging his arms in the air,
enprofessing its size, the greenery shining in the sunlight as the ring above the monument glowed
with life. the crow on his shoulder wiped her head around. The tour was full of twists and turns,
Kristen often asking questions.

Phil smiled at the memory, how he had thought that would be the last time seeing her at the time,
how Kristen became one of his followers, before she finally subscribed to him, becoming one of
the first to do so.

“Ian thought she was cool, and we eventually invited her to one of our discord calls.” Dream
looked up at him, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Who's Ian?” Phil smiled down at Dream as his fingers wove into the boy's long golden hair.

“He was an old friend of mine, I haven't seen him since the war ended.” Dream hummed as he
looked back into the fire.

Kristen stared out the window of her new house, it was nothing special, a small oak wood cabin
with a furnace, crafting table, and a double chest at the foot of her bed. Kristen shot up out of her
chair as electricity shot through her body, scrambling to move Kristen looked back at her chair.
Phil's hair floated off his shoulders, his feet a foot off the ground as he closed out the screen in
front of him.

“OH oh! Oh ok” Kristen stood out of Phils way as he looked around and walked out the door,
waving at her with a smile.

“I'll be back!” Phil flew off leaving a mildly disheveled woman.

Phil stared down at the screen in his hand sighing as he walked up to the woman with jet black hair
and skin more fair than freshly snow.

“Hey, if you wouldn't mind, do you want to make a world together?” Kristen looked up at Phil
with a small smile.

“Sure man, that sounds like fun!” Phils heart fluttered in his chest as he moved to sit next to her
and show her his screen.

“Alright, let's make a discord call; just me and you!” Kristen chuckled as she pulled up her own,
granted much less complex screen, pulling up her discord.

“Ok, that sounds cool!” her cheeks were littered with a rosy color as she and Phil finally created
their own little space.

Kristens eyes lit up at the sight of their new world, a mountain climbing up in front of her as Phil
took her hands into his.

“Let's make a house together, you make the plans and I'll gather materials!” Kristen nodded before
watching Phil skip toward the small oak forest.

Phil stared out into his window, feeling his heart palpitate rapidly, putting his face into his hands,
his entire body shaking. “What if she doesn't feel the same, am I going crazy?” Phil stood up from
his desk, pacing on the cold wooden floor before plopping onto his bed with a long sigh. Phils head
shot up at the sound of his communicator going off.

“Hey Phil, I found this song, I thought you might like it :)” a small disc appeared in his hands, his
heart melting as he stood up and walked to the corner where the jukebox was resting, gently
putting the disc into the player Phil leaned against the box, dropping his head onto the wall next to
him as the song began to echo through the room, feeling the song bring some light back into his
eyes as he stood back to his feet.

Phil snatched up his cape, his smokey wings stretching out as he shot through the air, opening his
communicator as he landed at the spawn point,

“Hey can we talk, I need to talk to you for a moment.” Phils hands shook as he typed into the
communicator.

“Yeah, sure” Phils hands were numb as he watched Kristen appear in front of him, in all her
beautiful glory. “What's up Phil?”

Phil took a deep breath, feeling his heart try to beat out of his chest as he fiddled with the edge of
his shirt. He was gonna die. “I don't want this to ruin what we have Kristen” Phil stopped fiddling
with his shirt as he looked Kristen in the eye “but I like you.”

Kristens face took on its own rosey blush, “same, but me too” the pair stood like that for a
moment, “what took you so long?” Phil snickered before leaning into a long line of chortals,
Kristen soon joining in the laughter that echoed in Phils mind.

Phil looked down at Dream, seeing him begin nodding off, “we ended up getting married not long
after, we did date but not for long.” Dream nodded as Phil took him into his arms, sighing as he
began walking toward his room, the sun long since sunk below the horizon.

Phil smiled at the sight of his family all in his nest, Drista was taking up one corner of the nest,
Tommy lay near her, seemingly fallen asleep while trying to make room, Wilbur was sleeping
sitting up with his head resting against Technoblades shoulder, Kristen still awake in the middle of
the nest.

“Did he tire himself out Phil?” he smiled as he stepped into the nest, placing Dream next to him as
he pulled Kristen into a hug.

“Yep, were the rest of the kids well behaved?” Kristen chuckled and nodded, Phil smiled as the
pair laid down, Dream resting his head on Phils chest as Tommy shifted into Kristens arms.

All Dream could see was darkness, the void consuming all light, along with any serenity he may
 have had beforehand feeling the darkness begin to consume him and send his heart into a frenzy,
his eyes blinking down as the cold of the void was obscured when a small light appeared at
Dreams chest, the light glowing with a warm white light, a small string appearing from the light as
it began weaving through the darkness pulling Dream along with it.

A figure appeared at the edge of the darkness, a different light illuminating from their own chest,
golden hair and green and white bowler hat making themselves known as Phil appeared from the
darkness, his own string making its way to Dreams before the two appeared to merge. Phils eyes
widen as he begins scratching at the light.

“Shit”

Phil woke with a start, the moonlight still illuminating the room, small tufts of white fluff already
sprinkled where Dreams' wings had been resting.

Chapter End Notes

Little bit of foreshadowing for you guys at the end, did you think i would let dream
keep the fluffy wings forever? hehe
 That moment when its your day off but you want to train gremlin children
how to kill
Chapter Summary

Dream has begun his molt, hes never been one to keep still during stressful times.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

His entire being was mellow, covered in a heavy embrace that mirrored the weight chained to his
bones. His eyes squinted at the light that assaulted them from the window in front of him.

“Good morning Dream.” he felt someone move his head to their lap, a shape covering the light as
someone else ran bristles up and down his right wing. “How are his wings Kristen?” the brushing
paused.

“They're shedding so much already Phil, are you sure he's ok?” Phil nodded in her direction before
turning his attention back to the boy who was now back to full consciousness.

“You alright mate?” Dream moved his eyes, looking up at Phil as panic began coursing through his
veins, his limbs refusing to obey and remaining stationary as he lay in the nest. “Hey hey, it's
alright, it should stop in a couple hours,” Dream's wings twitched as Kristen continued brushing
through the fur.

“His feathers are already poking through the surface,” Kristen chuckled lightly, “it seems his
whole body is eager to start flying.” Phil chuckled as he rubbed Dream's shoulder.

“Apparently; this wasn't supposed to happen for another month or two” Dream looked up at Phil to
the best of his abilities, feeling the man place his hand on his shoulder and grip it lightly. “Don't
worry Dream, it just caught me by surprise, the worst that can happen is Tommy gets jealous.” he
nodded lightly, before slowly moving his head to look over at Kristen who was struggling with the
fluff that was now littering the nest and her dress.

“Sorry for the mess,” Dream's voice was barely a whisper, leaving him to worry that Phil might not
have heard him.

“It's not your fault mate, don't beat yourself up about it, Wilburs was worse.” Phil chuckled as
Kristen looked up at him with a small smile.

“Would you like to tell that story?” Kristen ran the brush through his wings, the appendage
twitching slightly as the chilly air of the room finally made contact with the skin. Phil chuckled as
he gently ran his fingers through Dream's hair.

“Well Wilburs down was also white, however since he was raised in a cold environment, the down
was a lot thicker, I think I found some of his wing fluff in my blankets last week.” Dream chuckled
lightly along with Kristen.

“Phil, what's going on? Dream was supposed to train me this morning.” Dream once again fought
against the invisible restraints, his fingers tapping uselessly against the nest, Phil sighed and
wrapped him tightly in the blankets that surrounded him.

“Dreams molting Tommy, why don't you ask Technoblade or Wilbur?” Tommy glanced at the
immobile shape in the bed, huffing as he turned around and stomped back out of the room, Wilbur
peeking in and smiling at the sight of Dream.

“Is it really already that time?” Phil smiled up at his son.

“It is, we had the vision last night mate.” Wilburs eyes lit up as he leapt into the nest and pulled
Dream into a tight embrace.

“That's so fucking cool Dream, Phil what color do you think his wings will be?” Wilburs eyes
sparkled as he looked up at Phil who had his own small smile.

“Sadly the only way for us to see his natural wing color would be for him to have children, he's not
my son so his soul wasn't able to bond with the right kind of reference.” Wilbur looked at Dream
with sad eyes before sighing and looking back up at Phil.

“Well at least he will be able to fly right?” Phil smiled as his wings fluffed up slightly behind him.

“His wings will just be a carbon copy of mine Wilbur, just as strong as they should be.” Wilbur
practically squealed as he held onto Dream tighter.

“We’re gonna fly together man!” Dream nodded slightly as his stomach did backflips and hsi head
began to spin.

“Be careful mate, don't you remember how bad you felt at this point of the process?” Wilburs eyes
widened as he practically dropped Dream who just lay there catching his breath before Phil gently
pulled him back into his arms.

“I am so sorry Dream, that was incredibly insensitive of me.” Dream gave him a weak smile and
nodded.

“Just be more careful mate.” Dream felt himself cringe in Phils arms, this was no normal cuddling,
this was a bit much.

Phil and Kristen were wrapped up in a tight embrace, the afternoon sun reaching into the house as
Dream began to stir, seeing Wilbur taking up half of the nest, the sound of Tommys grunts echoing
from outside. He felt his arms move as he dragged himself out of the nest.

He stumbled through the house, using the wall as a crutch before snatching his walking stick from
where it was resting next to the door, his cloak billowing in the winter air, feeling the familiar icy
wind hit his face as he limped outside, seeing Tommy fumble with his sword before grabbing it
and throwing it at the tree, clattering on the stone that was hidden under the snow, Tommy
tumbling with it as he pulled in his knees.

“That tree must have said some fucked up shit for you to be beating it up like that.” Tommys eyes
lit up as he scrambled to look at Dream, the light dimming as he dragged himself back to his feet,
his body carrying him back to his sword as he pulled it from the ground and dropped it back into its
scabbard.

“Aren't you supposed to be snuggled up with Phil right now Dream?” Dream looked at the snow
beneath his feet and sighed, looking back up and walking up to him, moving the boy's limbs to
where he was standing in a solid position.
“While I enjoy cuddling from time to time it gets old when you are supposed to be bedridden,
besides, I can't leave you to try and learn all this shit on your own, then I would have to teach you
everything all over again.” Tommy looked at Dream with wide eyes before turning his attention
back to the tree. “Now, attacking it from the same angle won't teach you anything, I want you to
try and attack it from multiple different angles, move your body around it, never strike in the same
place twice.” Tommy nodded.

Dream limped up to the porch, snatching one of the dark wooden chairs resting on the patio,
moving it off the porch and sitting it in front of Tommy.

“You doin alright big man?” Tommy took a step toward Dream, Dream looking up at him with his
sweat stained face as he pulled off his hood.

“Yeah, just a bit tired, can't stand too long.” Dream gasped out as Tommy gave hima concerned
look but nodded as he began attacking the tree.

Dream cheered Tommy on with a dopey smile on his face as he continued their training session.
Tommy smiled over at Dream as he began clapping, his heart beating softly as he rested in his seat.

“Dream, what the HELL are you doing out of the house!” Dream jumped, scanning the area as Phil
came into view, his hair everywhere and his hat nowhere to be found as he stomped down the
stairs of the porch, Kristen standing at the porch with her hand on her chest and Wilbur standing
next to her.

Tommy jogged to stand in front of Dream as Phil stomped in front of him, brandishing his sword as
Phils eyes blazed with fury.

“Get out of my way Tommy,” Phils eyes were locked on the man behind Tommy, tears peaking at
the edges of his eyes.

“He's not doing anything wrong Phil, I need you to calm down and think about what you're doing.”
Phil glared at Tommy, the boy stumbling back a bit but keeping the sword in his hand.

“Im perfectly calm Tommy, now get out of my way!” Dream hands shot up to his ears, Tommy
staying where he was.

“He was just training me, lot better than what you do!” Tommy took a step toward Phil, Dream's
hands pressing into the sides of his head as his lungs refused to take any more air, he was four
again kneeling under the table, Puffy and Schlatt smashing plates and bowls that had previously
been holding food as a baby cried in his arms.

“I was gonna train you Tommy, you just refused to be patient!” He was curled up under the couch,
Puffy holding his brother in her arm as she waved a piece of paper in Schlatt's face, screaming at
the half-passed out man as Tubbo screamed in her arms.

“Stop,”Dream brought his knees up to his chest, feeling his stomach do backflips as his lungs
refused to take in any more air. Kristen was scrambling off the porch, Wilbur chasing after her as
the men in front of him continued to brawl.

“Well I shouldn't have to wait SIXTEEN fucking years before you teach me how to FUCKING
defend myself!” Dream was running, he was clutching Tubbo in his arms, his feet barely grazing
the grass beneath his feet as he ran aimlessly around the yard.

“Stop, please stop” Dream felt himself heave lightly as Kristen put herself between Tommy and
Phil, Wilbur grabbing Tommy under the arms and dragging him away from Phil, Dream shoved off
 his hood and stumbled off the chair, his hair getting in his eyes as he heaved behind the chair,
gasping as he felt the cold snow on his arm and legg, someone touched his cheeks, a ringing
echoing in his ears before he fell limp in their arms.

The chair crushed as it came into contact with the tree in front of him, Phils breath clouding in the
air as his tears came like waterfalls down his face, his fist aching as the tree dropped snow and
branches on his hat.

“He’ll be ok Phil, there was no way for you to know.” Phil breathed through grit teeth as he swung
to meet his wife's eyes.

“Have you ever met his parents?” Kristen closed her eyes and shook her head, a giddy smile
appearing on Phils face as tears continued falling from his eyes.

“Well I have, they’re a bunch of assholes!” Kristen sighed as she walked up to Phil, grasping his
forearms and rubbing circles into them.

“There was no way for you to have known that it was that bad, otherwise you would have taken
him in sooner,” she put her hand on his tear stained cheeks, staring up into his eyes with nothing
less of love and admiration. “No matter what you tell yourself tonight love, this was not your
fault.” Phil let out a choked sob as he tumbled into her arms.

“I never wanted to be like him Kristen,” Kristen nodded into the crown of his head, gently rubbing
his back as she kneeled into the cold snow with him, feeling the midnight air weave through her
hair.

“Your not like him my love, ” she took his face into both of his hands, her lips tilting up into a
smile, “you are so much more than he could have ever hoped to be”

Chapter End Notes

RIP: Tree

I need therapy lol

 when the duck is sus
Chapter Summary

"Phil and Quackity have a civil conversation" yeah, no.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Phils breath clouded in the bitter wind as he stared into the scenery behind his house, the moon
smiling down at him as he let himself space out, winter waving her fingers through his tangled
hair, his nose wrinkled as it was assaulted with the sickly sweet smell of old cigarette smoke.

“Good evening Phil, where's Dream?” Phil wiped around, his loaded crossbow appearing at the
half breeds neck, the cold end of the arrow practically cutting into Quackities adams apple.

“Get away from my house” Quackity smirked as he put his hands in the air in surrender, taking a
step away as he watched the tip of the arrow slowly move away from his neck.

“That bad already Phil? I do have to say though, ageing has done nothing to your reflexes, much
less your face.” Quackity winked at Phil as he dropped one of his hands into his pocket, pulling out
a lighter and two cancer sticks, popping one into his mouth and directing the other one towards
Phil.

Phil put his hand up, pushing the cigaret back towards Quackity, he shrugged as he shoved the
drug back into his pocket, a small orange flame dancing in his hand before flickering away,
Quackity took a deep breath before exhaling a hot cloud of smoke as he looked over at Phil. His
smirk still frozen on his face.

“I should have assumed someone like you would never indulge in the small things, your whole
family is so boring Phil.” Phils eyes were burning, blinking them rapidly. Phil buckled his
crossbow onto his belt, his hand resting on its hiltas Quackity dragged his feet up the steps, leaning
against the rail of the porch as he took another breath from his cigarette.

“What do you want, Quackity?” Phil stood behind the man as he flicked off ash that sat at the end
of the cigarette.

“On any other night, I would have been speaking to Dream right now, but I guess you will have to
do tonight.”

“What the HELL did you do to him!?” Quackity rubbed the bud of his cigarette against the railing
before turning his body to look at Phil, his scarred face highlighted by the torch that sat on the wall
next to the door, his back leaning on the frozen wood of the rail.

“I could ask you the same thing Phil, Dream is always here at night.” Phils face dropped, his glare
unfaltering.

“He's sick, Quackity, has been for a while.” Phil felt his heart turn to stone and drop at his feet
when Quackity began chuckling darkly, his shoulders shaking slightly in restraint,
 “Do you really think i'm THAT stupid Phil? Dream can run and jump in a forest, hell he can thrive
on nuts and berries, and you expect me to believe that he can get bedriddenly sick this quickly?” he
took in a breath as he lifted his head up looking Phil in the eye, “and you honestly expect everyone
else to believe in that bullshit?” Phils eyes burned holes into Quackitis' skin, “I'm not the only one
who wants Dream on my side Phil, surely you know that by now?”

Phil watched as Quackity shifted his cloak as he began walking toward the stairs once more,
looking back at Phil with one more smile. “ You can't lie forever, not to me, not to Dream, not even
to yourself.” Phils crossbow appeared once again at Quackity’s neck, Phils heart stopping as he
watched the arrow cut into thin air, warm breath grazing his ear.

“He has your eyes Phil.” Phil stood alone on the porch, the stench of cigarettes echoing in the air.

Technoblade scrambled away from the kitchen window, throwing himself at Phils door, the piece
of wood moving away to reveal a dark figure at the window, its shadow crashing down on the boy
resting on the nest.

White met red as the figure chuckled, a bright white grin appearing in the shadow before it
disappeared.

Chapter End Notes

Honestly loving morally grey Quacity, my typing is getting so good the longer i write,
trying to find a way to get the chapters out asap.

Sorry for a short chapter, longer chapters take longer to edit properly and often result
in lower quality, I'm trying to make some gourmet fanfiction over here, going to try
and make them longer tho promise.
 Bad is sus
Chapter Summary

Bad hasn't been a very good friend, and phil talks to his wife.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Techno glared at the sunlight streaming through the window, glancing down at the figures as they
lay in the sunlight, Phil curled up in a corner as Kristen held Dream close, Dream's hand still
tangled in Phils sleeve. Letting out a huff before closing the door and making his way to the living
room.

Technoblades glasses gleamed in the firelight as his eyes scanned the book in his lap, massaging
his temples and groaning as knocking echoed through the room, destroying the peaceful
atmosphere and giving him a headache, standing to his feet he dropped the book on the chair and
making his way to the front door.

He stared at the demon at the door, Bad smiled at him, a smug grin frozen on his lips as soft snow
blew into the house.

“Good morning Tech-” the door was slammed in Bad's face as Technoblade walked back to the
chair, dragging The Art Of War off the chair as he took his place on the chair as knocking echoed
through the room.

“Who's that at the door Techno?” Technoblade glanced at Philza, then the door before returning
his eyes to his book.

“A mormon” his eyes continued scanning his book as Phil gave him a look before making his way
to the front door, giving Bad an apologetic smile.

“Good mornin mate,what brings you all the way to snowchester so early this morning?” Phil could
feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up straight as Technoblade stood behind him.

Bad glanced at Technoblade with wide eyes for a moment before giving Phil a small shaky smile
and holding his hand out for a handshake, Technoblades glare putting it back to his side.

“Good morning to you to Philza, I was just wondering if you've seen Dream?” Technoblade took a
step closer to the door, his chest practically hitting Phils back. “It's been almost a year since
anyone's seen him and they're starting to get worried.” Phil smiled and hummed as he stuck his
head into the house.

“Dream, Bads here to see you!” Dream let out a huff sliding out of Kristen's arms as a heavy
feeling settled in the bottom of his chest struggling out of the nest, Dream shifted his wings, more
fluff falling off them, ants running up and down the sensitive nerves, as he snatched his cloak from
the floor and made his way out of the dark room, snatching his mask from its resting place on the
desk.

Phil moved away from the door as Dream stood in front of it, Technoblade glaring daggers into
Bad's eyes as Dream felt his heart become warm at the sight of his old friend.

“Good to see ya Dream” Bad chuckled lightly through the sentence, “hows your back?” Dream
smiled softly at his friend.

“It's much better, you’d be surprised how much elyrains know about human biology,” Phil glanced
at Dream before returning his eyes to the guest, Dream shuffling his feet on the floor, “they fixed
me right up.”

Bad smiled brightly as he clapped his hands together, “that's great Dream, so when are you coming
back to the community house?” Dream could feel his heart pound against his ribcage, the sound
reaching his own ears, so loud he feared Bad might be able to hear it.

“Im honestly surprised its still standing man” Dream chuckled lightly rubbing the back of his neck
as sweat began appearing on it, Bad frozen with an awaiting look on his face, Dream sighing and
straightening up.”in all honesty Bad, I think it would be best if I just stay here”

Bad chuckled lightly, a rough smile on his face as he took a step closer to Dream. “Ha ha, that's a
good one Dream, but all jokes aside,” Bad put his hand on Dream's shoulder and smiled softly at
him. “The main smp just isn't the same without ya man, the community house has never been so
quiet.” Dream smiled awkwardly under his mask as he shrugged off Bads hand.

Technoblade put his hand over the hilt over his sword, Phils hand going over his crossbow as
Dream chuckled lightly, his mask becoming frozen in the winter wind.

“That's not great Bad, but I'm sure you guys can manage, heck, you already have a new outfit,
some more change can be good for you.” Bads smile became strained, “besides it's not like you
guys miss me.” Bad looked up at Dream with wide eyes as he took a step away from the group.

“What are you talking about Dream, of course we would miss you, you're our best friend, you
know that.” Dream smiled and shook his head.

“I may be your friend Bad, but i'm not as close to you guys as i should be, i was always alone when
i was living in the community house, no one went there just to see me unless they wanted
something from me.” Bad scoffed lightly, his mouth hanging open wide as Technoblade smirked
under his own mask.

“If you were so lonely, why didn't you ask us to hang out?” Dreams' shoulders became squared as
he sighed and took a step into the winter air.

“Sapnap, Gorge, and you, the three muffinteers, the Dream team was dead as soon as you three
stopped wanting to hang out with me.” Bad was outright glaring at Dream at this point.

“Why in the world would you think that we wouldn't want to hang out with you?” Dream pursed
his lips.

“Why in the world would you guys need to make an entire new group that excludes me if any of
you were still interested in being best friends, Why is it that it took me disappearing for almost a
year for you guys to go looking for me?” Bad was just frozen at this point. “You three are my
friends, not my best friends. It took me a crisis to realize it, but i dont think weve been best friends
since the last manhunt.” Dream felt someone grab his arm and pull him back inside the house.

“Hey can we wrap this up guys? It's getting cold in here.” Dream nodded as he put his hand on the
doorknob, the door freezing in place as Bad put his foot on the porch in front of it.
 “At least come over this weekend Dream, L’amanburge has changed so much and there's this really
cool building that Ant and I have been working on with some of our friends.” Technoblade stepped
in front of Dream, snatching the doorknob and once again slamming the door in front of Bad's face.
“Well, see you this weekend, Dream!” Bad's voice was muffled behind the door as Technoblade
took deep breaths against the frozen wood.

“You're not going anywhere this weekend Dream” he looked up at Techno, his mask being slipped
off as he raised his eyebrow at the pink haired man, Phil popping up behind Dream.

“I'll have to agree with Technoblade here mate, you're in no shape to travel and your wings are mid
molt, maybe later but for now, you should stay here.” Dream sighed and shrugged.

“If you say so Phil”

Phil groaned as he put his head in his hands, Tommys plate joining Wilburs on the floor as the pair
attempted to strangle each other, Kristen laughing next to him as Techno and Dream were yelling
at the pair. Drista struggled to breathe at her end of the table as her empty plate was moved around.

“Tommy, don't go for the stomach, go for the eyes!” Dream had long since abandoned his chair,
standing in a fighting stance as Tommy mutilated Phils good cutlery.

“WILBUR GO FOR HIS LEGS, HE'S NOT LOOKING!” Techno cheered as Tommy fell off the
table, Dream suddenly behind the boy to catch him, allowing himself to fall, softening the boy's
fall in the process. Phil sighed looking down at the food on his once clean table as Tommy and
Wilbur tried strangling each other on top of the smooth surface.

“Kristen, can I talk to you about something?” Kristen smiled up at her husband from her place on
the floor as she pulled out the clean plate from the bucket of warm water.

“Of course my dear, what do you need?” Phil sighed as he looked up at his wife with worried eyes.

“When an egg falls into the void, is it guaranteed to break?” Kristen blinked a bit before looking
down at the murky water in the bucket, her shoulders dropping with a sigh.

“So, you've been thinking about it too?” Phil nodded as he sat next to her, gently moving her face
to look at him.

“At this point my love, I'm afraid there is just too much, I don't think- well- it's just not possible is
it?” Kristen shook her head, looking back down at the water.

“I had friends who lost their eggs to the void, none of them were able to find them afterwards, if he
is our son then he would have had to find a way out of the void.” Phil joined her in staring at the
water.

“I think we need to talk to some goats.”

Chapter End Notes

Sorry for the short chapter again, trying to get used to my new setup and trying to get
minecraft on my PC its a long process. Philza and Kristen communication POG

I tried LOL
 When the goat is sus
Chapter Summary

Phil goes to see Captain Puffy and Schlatt, no questions are answered.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

The raven on Dreams' shoulder laughed maniacally as Phil and Kristen struggled up the hill, the
summer heat pressing on them in a death grip.

“Dream, as much as I appreciate you showing us to your house, was the raven necessary?” Dream
looked over at Phil, the shadows under his eyes becoming more defined as he glared at the bird
that sat firmly on his shoulder.

“I was hoping that if I took it outside then it would leave, why haven't you left?” the raven
screamed in Dreams face before it stuck its beak under its wing, Dream sighed.

“Ok well that was uncalled for.” a small spruce cabin appeared in the horizon, Phil and Kristen
gasped in unison as they ran in front of Dream, collapsing in front of the door, under the shade of
the canopy. Dream shook his head before knocking on the warm spruce door, the raven perching
on the rail of the porch.

Puffy appeared at the door, her eyes lighting up at the sight of Dream, flinging the door open
before pulling the boy into a tight hug. “Oh my goodness, Duckling!” her hands went to his
shoulders as she held him at arm's length. “You're here, you're finally home!” Dream felt himself
cringe as he shrugged off her hands.

“I'm not trying to move back in here with you and Schlatt Puffy, Tubbo left some clothes over here
that he wanted to give to Michael, and Phil wanted to talk to you.” Puffys face dropped as she
glanced at the figures on the ground, her eyes squinting at Kristen who was dusting herself off
before returning the glare.

“Alright son, just go get what you need, Schlatt and I haven't touched anything in that room.”
Dream nodded, pulling a key out of his pocket before heading into the house. Puffy looked up at
the pair at her doorstep. “How can I help you two?”

Kristen glared at the passed out man on the couch, a half empty bottle hanging precariously from
his hand as Puffy held out her arms, gesturing around the house with a toothy smile.

“Welcome to Dreams childhood home!” Phil glared at the torn wallpaper,the mysterious stains that
littered the discolored carpet and the multiple holes that littered the walls, he could see small
shapes of buggs lurking in the dark corners.

“What a shithole.” Phils voice was almost a whisper as he spoke, Puffys eyebrow twitched as she
put her hands in her pockets and grit her teeth.

“We were not executing visitors, I would have cleaned it up if I knew you guys were coming,” Phil
raised his eyebrow toward the woman, hearing Dream in the other room as he moved what sounded
like a bed or dresser.

“Oh, would you?” Phil took a step closer to Puffy with a small smile on his face. “Or where you
relying on the idea of Dream coming home?” Puffys blood ran cold under the man's shadow, the
woman behind him standing in the hallway where Dream had walked down. “But that's not what
we came here fo-”

Phil heard a knock on the door, seeing Puffy freeze as she scrambled to Schlatt, snatching his
clothes and desperately trying to get him off the couch.

“Puffy, Schlatt, it's Eret, I just want to talk!” Puffy shot a nasty glare at Phil and Kristen as she
threw Schlatt's arm over her shoulder and dragged him to the other side of the house, the door
falling with a crash as soon as she was out of sight.

Eret watched as the door kneeled at their feet, their crown burned into their head as Phil came into
view.

“Phil, what are you doing here?” Phil smiled at the monarch, bowing respectfully before speaking.

“I wanted to speak to Schlatt and Puffy about some things that have come up,” Eret nodded as Phil
continued, “what brings you here?” Eret smiled as they moved their cape, revealing a mildly
disheveled Tubbo.

“I'm here for the same thing actually, we have been coming here every day and they're never
here.” Dream appeared next to Kristen, a large bag rooted to his back as Tubbo looked over at him
with a big smile.

“Oh hello Dream,” Eret looked over at Dream with a smile, Dream bowing in Erets direction
before smiling at the pair in front of the door.

“Pardon my language my sovereign, but what brings you to this shithole of a house?” Dreams'
voice was smooth as butter, Eret chuckled lightly as they ruffled Tubbos hair.

“Tubbo came to my castle about a month ago, apparently these two weren't great parents,” Tubbo
smiled proudly under Erets gaze. “I've been calling them for court dates but they have yet to show
up so I have an arrest warrant up for them.” Phil glared in the direction that Puffy had taken
Schlatt.

“Well they were here just a moment ago, I don't know if she took Schlatt out a window or
something though.” the smile on Dreams face dropped as he followed Phil's eye.

Eret sighed as they kept their arm protectively over Tubbos shoulders. “I just want them to come
clean, we have another court date set up but they refuse to even show their faces on the main smp
anymore.” Phil groaned as he stomped in the direction that Puffy had gone.

“PUFFY, SCHLAT!!” Phil slammed open a door at the end of the house, seeing a large bed in the
middle of the room, a bed surrounded by more beer bottles and suspicious stains. Phil could feel
himself gag at the smell immediately slamming the door closed before moving through the rest of
the house, passing by Dream as he ran from the room.

Dream could feel the tension in the room throw its hands over his throat, could see everyone
scrambling to find the elusive pair, the way his hair shifted slightly as Phil ran from Schlat's room,
a hand over his nose as he opened the broom closet. Dreams' feet moved on their own, his entire
body numb to the people around him,his right hand landing on one of his daggers as he slowly put
his other hand on the doorknob.
The carpet at Dreams feet was still as stone, the door closing behind him as a fire was lit in his
chest, feeling the way his heart fed off the flames screaming in glee as a small shuffling noise
echoed in the room, Dream dragged his feet through the carpet tapping his knife on the worn wood
of Schlatt's bed.

“They're gone, it's just me and you guys,” the air froze under Dreams' voice, “I know where you
are Cara, I can hear you Johnathan.” Dream stopped at a random wall, feeling his hand run over his
dagger as he pulled it out of its scabbard. “Remember that game you two used to play with Tubbo
and I Schlatt? a shame we would always lose.” a small whimper echoed through the room. The fire
in his heart flickered as Dream sighed and put his dagger back into the scabbard, pulling out his
communicator and typing out a message.

Eret glanced down at his communicator, his heart stopping when he saw what was staring at him.

“You better get over here, before I kill them.” Eret scrambled to the other side of the house into the
room, gagging multiple times as he kneeled next to the boy, Dream staring at the wall with a fire in
his eyes.

“They're right there” Dream tapped his finger against the wood, “right there” Eret nodded as they
grabbed the edge of the panel, feeling the burn in his mussels as the wall gave in, revealing a red
eyed Puffy and drunken Schlatt huddled in a hole in the wall.

“ASSHOLE!” Puffy scrambled out out of the knot of arms and legs throwing herself at
Dream,sending the pair rolling on the filthy carpet before Dream shoved her face into the carpet,
gasping painfully as he pulled her up by her hair and held a dagger to her neck Dream breathed
heavily as he felt her pulse beat against the weapon, it would be so easy, so eas-

“Dream,” a hand was on his shoulder, someone was there, he wasn't a child, he wasn't alone, he
didn't need to, he shouldn't.”It's ok Dream, they cant hurt you anymore.” Dream moved the knife
away from her neck, letting go of her hair as Eret pulled out a rope and tied her hands behind her
back, tubbo appearing at the doorway with an uncertain look on his face.

Phil couldn't even feel his heart at this point, he could feel the pieces of it rest at the bottom of his
chest, the small beat long gone as he led Dream off Puffy, keeping his arm over his son's shoulders
as Eret led her away from the boys.

Kristen glared at the back of Puffys head, her arm over Phils arm as they led Dream away from the
room and away from the house, the sun blinking over the treeline as they made their way back
home, the raven took its spot on top of Dreams head, squawking in Puffys direction its feathers
fluffing up as the trio continued walking.

Puffys hair was sticking to her forehead as she struggled against Sam's hold, screaming wildly as
she was dragged away from the boy on the horizon, the boy she had sworn to tie to the ground,
carried away with a pair of wings she had sworn to rip off with her bare hands.

Dream groaned as he plopped onto the couch, the bag resting on his legs as Tubbo took a place
next to him.

“Im sorry,” Dream opened one eye and looked over at the sheep hybrid, before closing the eye
again.

“For what, you're not the one who tried to kill me back there.” Tubbo stared at his lap, clutching
the rough cloth of his pants and taking a deep breath.
 “I should have told you about eret going to the house.” Dream fiddled with his mask in his hands.

“Eret was cool, they helped more than anything, I don't think telling me would have made any
difference.” Tubbo looked over at Dream with a gaped mouth, shaking his head slightly.

“Well, I never did anything when they did something to you!” Dream hummed lightly.

“You where still a child, its expected from someone in your situation”

“They used me to keep you there, Dream!”

“That's on them man, nothing you could have done about it”

“WHY AREN'T YOU ANGRY AT ME?” Dream sat up and looked over at Tubbo, his eyes
sparkling.

“Why would I be angry at you Tubbo? If I was angry then I don't think I would have stayed when
Schlatt and Puffy were using you as bait.” Tubbo could feel tears burning at the edge of his eyes.
Dream scooted next to him and reached his arm over the boy's shoulders.

“Your my brother Tubbo, I don't think I could be angry with you if I tried”

“You couldn't be angry with anyone if you tried Dream,” Dream sighed as he pulled Tubbo under
his wing.

“No, I've been angry before Tubbo, I don't want to feel like that ever again.”

Chapter End Notes

Well, no questions were answered, I wonder how far Phil will go to find out how
Dream ended up in this world.
 eggshells where not meant to be broken like this
Chapter Summary

Dream visit Puffy in jail, Sam claims godfather privileges and brothers Foolish and
Dream are underrated so I threw them in here

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

“Two hours.” Puffys face glowed with a bright red hue as she glared daggers into the boy on the
other side of the screen, “two more hours Dream, and you would have been mine.” Dreams' hands
were folded on the cold counter in front of him, his feet shifting slightly on the smoothe obsidian
floor as he let out a sigh.

“You know, that hurt Captain,” Dream stared into Puffys eyes, “because of you my body was not
properly prepared for my wings to come out, that was a pain no one should have to feel.” Puffy
stared at her hands, Dream groaning as he wiped his face with his hands. “I know you don't give a
shit about me, but I thought that eighteen years would have meant something to you and Schlatt.”

“It did mean something Dream, just not what it usually means” Puffy had a sharp smile on her
face, Dream could remember cowering under that smile, holding Tubbos hand as he ran through
the dark house

“There is one thing I can't wrap my head around, Captain,” Dream folded his fingers together,
Puffy nodded as she straightened up. “If you hated me so much, why not just kill me when you
found my egg?” Puffy chuckled and shook her head, looking back at Dream and staring him in the
eye.

Phil stared into the pit of the void, feeling his hair fly around him wildly in the frozen air as he
made his descent down to the floor of the abyss.

“There was something that my kind would do while we were hiding in the void Dream”

Phil landed on the floor of the void with a soft thump, his ears perking up as something was
crunched under his foot.

“We goat hybrids had to do what we had to do to make sure the elytrains were never able to
recover from the war, it was ordered from our high admin” something was wrong, Dream could
feel his heart crash into his ribcage.

Phil pulled a torch out of his inventory, his stomach dropping at the sight in front of him.

“So we turned it into a game,” Dream was glued to his chair, his eyes locked on Puffy as she
spoke.
Phil was going to throw up, he could feel the bile rise up his throat slapping his hand over his
mouth as he doubled over. Tears streamed from his face as his breath came out in sharp gasps.

“We destroyed every single one, but not yours, we found you already hatched” Dream's wings
were littering fluff all over Sam's clean floor. “So I came up with a better plan”
Kristen landed next to Phil, her eyes widening at the sight in front of her, feeling Phil snatch her
cloak in his hands as he held her close.

“I would never let you see the sky”

Hollow shells were scattered all over the ground, the small pisces like glitter on the horizon,
Kristen fell to her knees, holding Phil in her arms as they wept, they screamed until their throats
where raw, until their clothes were soaked in each other's tears, until their eyes burned, her heart
shattering at the sight in front of her.

“Visitation hours are over, enough of that.” Dream jumped as Sam appeared next to him, holding
his shoulder softly as he led Dream away from the woman on the other side of the glass. “What did
she say Dream?” he looked up at Sam and shook his head.

“I- nothing good Sam, let's get out of here.” Sam nodded as he led Dream away from the cell,
keeping his hand on the boy's shoulder as they walked.

“So I heard about Phil.” Dream smiled under his mask and nodded.

“Yeah, somehow I don't know, he is more than likely my dad.” Sam smiled and shook Dream's
shoulder.

“That's great man, everyone needs someone like Phil in their lives.” Dream chuckled. “What took
him so long?” Dream shrugged his shoulders.

“He said something about not wanting to adopt any more kids, but not much you can do when one
of the kids is your son.” Sam chuckled and nodded.

“Yeah, he's a good guy, how's his wife?” Sam pulled down the lever, leading the pair out of the
main prison and down a long obsidian hallway.

“She's great, needs to work on her cooking but otherwise, she's like a mom to me.” Sam nodded as
the pair finally made it to the end of the prison. Dream waved to Sam as he began making his way
back home.

“Hey kid,” Dream paused and looked back at Sam, the man gave Dream a smile. “If anything
happens, don't be afraid to come back here, I don't want you and your family to be stranded
stranded.” Dream smiled and nodded.

“Thank you Sam, I'll keep that in mind.” Dream waved back at him as he walked back to the nether
portal.

“DREAM, DREAM WAIT!” nausea settled in Dreams' stomach as he went through the portal,
seeing Foolish sprinting over to him with a bright smile on his face.

Foolish was hunched over, gasping for breath as Dream patted his back comfortingly, the heat of
the nether forcing him to break out in a sweat.

“Good to see ya Foolish, but, what do you need me for?” Foolish stood up straight and pulled
Dream into a tight hug, Dream squeaking before awkwardly returning the hug with another pat on
the back.

“Dream, Oh my goodness it's so good to see you!” Foolish was smiling from ear to ear as he
separated the hug, his smile widening when he saw the bewildered look on Dreams face. “I made
something that I think you would like, it's been so long since you last saw any of my work.” Dream
nodded, his mouth turning down.

“It really has, hasn't it?” Dream looked up at Foolish, “what happened?” Foolish sighed and ran his
fingers through his hair, his face dropping slightly.

“What else man? Puffy told me not to talk to you until she deemed it safe, any time I would try, I
would have my but handed to me.” Dreams' heart dropped but he smiled and held his hand out to
him.

“Well, the bitch is in jail, and I would love to see what you made.” Foolish’s face lit up as he shook
Dream's hand, dragging him through the nether before they went through a portal.

“Welcome to my desert Dream!” Dreams' eyes burned as they were assaulted by the sun, an
obsidian wall blocking out some of the light before his eyes adjusted and his mouth dropped.

What was once a vast useless desert was now covered in a mountainous temple, two large pillars
stared down at Dream the symbol of life glowing down on the sand, two smaller pillars holding up
a sandstone arch that stood up almost twenty feet off the ground, the pillar still dwarfing in
comparison to the larger pillars.

“Welcome to my summer house, the temple of undying!” Dream had forgotten how to breathe, the
mere idea of Foolish building this on his own blew his mind.

“You built this?” Dream said breathlessly, Foolish smiling as he took Dream's hand again and
pulled him farther into the desert.

“You haven't seen the half of it man, come on!” The temple led to a long cool hallway. Dream
could feel the chilled air weave its fingers into his hair as he was dragged back into the sun where
a sphynx sat staring at him with bright purple eyes. “This is the sphinx, looks bigger farther away
doesn't it?” Dream nodded as he was dragged away from the sphinx and toward a mountain of a
pyramid.

Foolish and Dream sat halfway up the pyramid, Dream laughed as he pulled out his canteen and
took a swig of water before tossing it to Foolish.

“We’re almost there man, let's get going.” Foolish smiled as he took a long gulp of cool water
before closing it and tossing the canteen to Dream as the pair continued on their way up the
pyramid.

The view from the pyramid took Dream's breath away, or maybe that was the wind, as it swept the
hood off his head and sent his hair into a frenzy of tangled golden locks. Dream could feel his
heart become light, Foolish smiling up at him as he sat down on the golden blocks.

“This is so cool man!” Dreams hands stretched for the stars as twilight began spilling over the
sand.

“Glad you think so Dream,” Foolish chuckled as Dream sat down, crossing his legs as he looked
over at him.

“Foolish, I don't think I know anyone who would be able to make something like this, and for
FUN!” Dream was smiling from ear to ear, Foolish practically glowing at the praise.

“Thank you Dream” Dream smiled as he reached behind his head and clipped off his mask,
enjoying the cool air on his face, “what happened to your eyes?” Dream looked over at Foolish.
 “What do you mean?” Foolish was looking at Dream with furrowed eyebrows.

“Weren't they green?” Dream looked down at his mask, his reflection showing his sky blue eyes,
shrugging his shoulders as he slid his mask into his cloak.

“I guess, but that could have easily been Puffy and Schlatt messing with me, ya know?” Foolish
hummed as he slid closer to Dream, sitting shoulder to shoulder with him as the sun began itching
under the horizon.

“Hey man, I have your back alright.” Dream looked over at Foolish with wide eyes before patting
his shoulder.

“And I have yours brother.”

Phil stared at the bright screen in his face, it was a hardcore world but surely any other world
would be better than a world covered sickness.

Chapter End Notes

Where is phil going, and who is going with him?

 Of sus ducks and dads
Chapter Summary

Quackity shows up, Phil doesn't like him, Dream tries to help him

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Dream stared down at the raven on the frozen wood that made the rail of the back porch, small
tufts of down continued falling off his wings as he shifted them lightly, the cold wind relieving
some of the incessant itch that was littering the appendages as the tea in his hands poured warmth
into his numb fingers, the trees on he horizon looming over the snow that sprinkled the chilly
ground.

”You alright there mate?” Dream looked over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow in Phil's direction
as the man stood next to the door, a cup of hot chocolate resting in his hand as wisps of steam
poured up into the air in a mesmerizing dance.

“Uh, I'm ok, what are you doing here?” Phil hummed as he joined Dream, leaning against the rail
and glancing at the small raven separating them.

“I just had a bad feeling mate, how are your wings?” Dream shrugged, his wings dropping more
fluff on the snow with the movement.

“They've definitely been better, I’d show you guys but I don't want Tommy comparing my wings to
a mole rat.” Dream chuckled at his own joke, Phil joining in as both of them
turned back to the forest, the atmosphere light as the snow on the ground, enjoying the way the
cold air brought the familiar comfort that both had grown accustomed to, Phil sighing as his hair
was blown back slightly.

“You two need to go inside NOW” Phil and Dreams heads shot over to Quackity, the man standing
with all his weight on one leg, multiple cuts and bruises littered his body as he scrambled toward
the pair. “Now, get inside get inside get inside” Quackity grabbed the pair roughly by the
shoulders, shoving them roughly back to the door, his entire body trembling as slammed the door
shut and leaning against it as he gasped for breath, swinging his body around to look up at Phil
with pleading eyes. “P-please don't go out there tonight”

Phil raised an eyebrow at Quackity, his eyes glowing in the shadow that his hat cast, blinking
slowly before shrugging his shoulders and making his way to the living room and sitting down on
the couch. Dream looked down at Quackity who was still breathing heavily on the ground, now
sitting on the chilled wooden floor with one hand on his chest, his other hand supporting him,
laying flat on the floor as his torso leans to one side.

“You're pretty beat up,” Dream walked into the kitchen, pulling out a first aid kit from under the
sink, along with some ice from a chest next to the backdoor, “mnd explaining what happened?”
Quackity pushed Dream's hands away, looking into the man's clouded eyes and sighing, small
huffs escaping Quackity’s bloodied lips as Dream gently moved the hand away.
“N-nothing do’nt worry bout it,” Dream nodded as he gently put some ice into a rag, tying it at the
end as he placed it on the man's head, moving Quackity’s hand to keep it in place before
rummaging in the first aid kit.

“If you say so, at least come with me for a bit.” Dream put his arms under Quckity’s legs, his other
hand going under the man's shoulders, the first aid kit sitting on his stomach as Dream carried him
to a new extension of the house.

Phil raised his eyebrow as he watched Dream walk past with Quackity half dead in his arms,
shrugging as he looked back into the fire

Dream struggled with the door handle for a minute before coming into the room, a half finished
nest sitting in the corner, a small window showing the shadowed forest on the horizon, he slipped
Quackity into the mess of blankets before pulling back out the first aid kit.

Phil looked back up at Dream as the boy walked to the closet next to the kitchen, watching him
snag all the blankets in storage and begin lugging them off into the new extension of the house.

“Finally gonna finish that nest mate?” Dream looked over at Phil, nodding under the pile of
blankets and pillows in his arms, “alright, if you need any help don't be afraid to shout.”

“Thanks Phil, I will” Dream slipped back into the room, Quackity now sitting up in the nest,
fiddling with the bandages that now covered his body as Dream began weaving the new blankets
into the nest.

“What are you doing?” Quackity’s eyes were wide as he watched Dream construct the nest.

“Fixing my nest man, I can't re-” Quackity snatched the blankets from Dream's hands, scrambling
out of the nest and throwing them into a corner plopping himself on top of the fabric and looking at
Dream pleadingly.

“Don't, don't sleep alone” Quackity was shifting on the blankets, staring at Dream as he got up
from the nest and walked to him, “please, I don't know if I could stop them if you did that.” Dream
could feel himself internally groan as he crossed his arms,

“What are you talking about Quackity, no one cares enough to look for me, who would want
anything from me on this server?” Quackity’s eyes turned wild as he glanced around the room.

“Word gets around Clay, the last thing I want is for you to be taken by anybody.” Dream kneeled
in front of Quackity looking at his bandaged legs with a sigh, his knees becoming numb as they
came into contact with the dark wood.

“Why, why do you do this for someone like me?” Quackity clutched his fingers through the torn
fabric of his pants. “You let yourself get torn apart and I- I can't understand.” Quckity slipped off
the pile of blankets gently taking Dream's hands into his own, his knees burning as they supported
his body.

“Dream I can guarantee if everyone knew what we were, war would break out, that's another
reason I made Las Nevadas, so I wouldn't need to choose a side.” Dream nodded as he stared at the
hands that were on his, covered in bandages but somehow still soft. “What I did to you when you
and Tommy c-”

“Dream, are you alright?” The doorknob dented the wall as Phil slammed the door open, his eyes
landing on Quackity with a glare as he stomped into the room, leading Dream back to his feet, his
eyes never leaving the man on the floor. “You can stay until you dont look like you're about to keel
over and die, Kristen would not like it if I let anyone die on this server.” Quackity sighed and
nodded, as he looked back up at Dream who Phil was dragging out of the room.

“Phil, what was that?” Dream slipped his hand out of Phil's hand, crossing his arms and glaring at
Phil, the window casting moonlight across the kitchen table.

“I don't trust him Dream, I don't know what his plans were when he tried taking you when you
visited Las Nevadas” Phil pulled out a chair and slipped onto the smooth wood.

“I don't understand Phil,” Dream rubbed the bridge of his nose, “what do you mean, Tommy was
there, I was fine, both of us were fine.” Phil sighed as he put his face in his hands, shaking his
head.

“He was stressing you out during a time in which you were going through some alterations” Dream
removed his fingers from his temples, crossing them again and nodding along as Phil spoke.
“Dream, him stressing you out during such a critical part in your molt forced your body to start
shutting down.”

“He hasn't done anything since then Phil, all he's done is talk to me on the porch.” Phil looked up
at Dream, chuckling darkly.

“Which apparently was something you were too scared to tell me about.” Dreams heart skipped a
beat as his eyes turned to saucers, looking at Phil with his mouth agape.

“He didn't do anything dangerous so I didn't have any reason to tell you.” Phil nodded as he stood
from the chair,

“From what I've seen Dream, you don't know the difference between a dangerous situation and a
safe situation.” Dream glared at Phil as the man took a step closer to him, “you don't know if
someone wants to hurt you or not so you refuse to trust anyone.”

“So? It hasn't hurt me, no one cares enough to use it to their advantage.” Dream raised his voice
slightly, Phil taking another step closer to him as fire danced in his eyes.

“I care Dream, Kristen cares, Wilbur cares, hell everyone in this house cares about you!” Dream
glared at Phil as he grit his teeth.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Dream’s voice echoed through the living room, Phil
taking another step toward him.

“What would happen if that man did it again, Dream, hm?” Phil stared down at the boy in front of
him, both of them practically chest to chest at this point.

“He wont Phil, he is literally almost half dead because he was trying to protect me!
”
“I'M TRYING TO PROTECT YOU!” Phil gestured to himself with his hands, his heart aching,
tears itching to escape his eyes. “I've let you down so many times, Dream.” Dream looked up at
Phil as the tears began to fall from his eyes. “I lost you Dream,” Phil pulled Dream into a tight hug
Dream melted into the hug as their knees came into contact with the chilly floor, the moonlight
illuminating their shared golden hair, “I can't lose you again, my heart wouldn't be able to handle
it” Dream wrapped his arms around Phil feeling the smoothe fabric of his tunic run along his arms.

Phil held Dream close as he carried him into the nest, taking off the cloak on the boys shoulders
and grabbing the brush from the bedside table, slowly brushing away the rest of the loose down,
his feathers already mostly grown out, the appendages sparkling like stars in the moonlight, Phil's
 own feathers reflecting the moonlight in small streaks of silver.

“Well, I guess you didn't inherit my wings, son.” Phil dropped the brush as he pulled Dream closer,
feeling the boy's heart beat slowly against his chest. “My beautiful boy”

Bad glared at the house in the distance, the frozen air slapping his face as Punz and Skeppy stood
with him, all of their eyes glowing red.

“That damned duck” Skeppy spoke with gravel in his voice Antfrost finally stepped with the group
as snow covered his fur.

“The egg wishes for them Bad, what do we do? The egg will not forgive us.” Bad placed his hand
on Ants shoulder, smiling softly.

“Don't worry Antfrost, the egg sees what we see, and knows that we will get them its bird.”

Quackity crawled away from the warm nest that Dream had left him, feeling the wooden floor
numb his aching fingers, the way his entire body cried with each movement as he dragged his body
across the wall, fumbling with the doorknob before the empty hall came into view.

dragging his broken body through the house, grabbing Dreams sword from its place next to the
door, forcing his legs to move as he could feel his bones shift through them, could feel how torn
his muscles where as he opened Phil's door,

Seeing Phil gently holding Dream in his arms as the pair slept, Quackity sat in the moonlight, far
away from the nest, his eyes locked on the window as red eyes illuminated the horizon.

Chapter End Notes

Don't get used to all the fluff, from what I've come up with so far, it all goes downhill
from here.

This would have been out sooner but I had to catch a Corpse Husband stream on twitch
 Well, it started with a snowball fight
Chapter Summary

Phil and Kristen get it through their thick skulls that Dream is their sons, there's a
snowball fight, and then it all goes downhill

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Kristen groaned, her hair rubbing against her face as she slowly blinked awake, she could see Phil
kneeling on the other side of the nest, shaking with sobs as he held Dream close, any fatigue that
had rested in the back of her head evaporated, feeling her heart drop as Kristen dropped next to her
husband as she shook his shoulder frantically.

“Phil, what's wrong, is Dream ok?” Phil shot his head up, his eyes drooping with dark bags, a
bright smile contrasting with his exhausted posture as he looked up at his wife.

“Shhh Kristen, look.” Phil moved away a blanket that was covering Dreams back, bright white
feathers lining the once fluffy appendages, Kristen's fright melted into a warm fuzzy feeling in her
chest.

“Wa- but how?” Phil's tears hadn't stopped falling, pulling the still sleeping boy closer, Phil
gestured for Kristen to come closer, pulling her into his arms. Kristen could feel Dream's heartbeat
against her chest as he was sandwiched between the couple.

“It took me so long Kristen, I didn't believe it at first, I couldn't.”

“But Phil, how could this be possible?” Phil shook his head, softly digging his nose into Dreams'
hair and sighing contently, feeling the heavy weight in his heart lift as his son rested safe in his
arms. “I don't know how my love, but somehow our little raven found his way back home.”

Dream ducked before the snowball collided with his face, seeing Tommy roll with laughter at the
other side of his snow wall, Dream smiling through his frozen face as Wilbur scolded Tommy,
whatever he was saying suddenly frozen as the snowball that had just decked him in the face,
Technoblade ducked back under the cover of their shared snow wall as the small plonks of
snowballs building up the other side of their wall made themselves known. Dream tossed a
snowball in the air, catching it back as a sly smile appeared on his face.

“Come on Dream s-” Tommy's back was suddenly soaked as he put his hand on his face, wiping
away the snow that was covering his eyes and feeling a sting as he began wiping away the snow
that had somehow gone up his nose.

“Tommy!” Wilbur was at his side, “come on brother, this is no place to die” Wilbur's hair was
dotted with snowflakes, his nose and cheeks flushed as he dramatically shook Tommy back and
forth by the shoulders.

“You're right, you’re my brother.” Wilbur shot his head away, covering his hand in his face.

“No, don't say that, I will cry.” Tommy laughed as Wilbur looked away.
“Hey kids, look up.” Wilbur and Tommy froze as they slowly looked up, their bodies being
drowned in the cold as Technoblade wiped his hands together, effectively removing any remains of
the snow and sighing. “Next time you two decide to do lore, don't do it in the middle of a
battlefield.” Tommy glared up at Technoblade and Dream, who had appeared next to him.

“Fuck off.” Tommy grabbed Wilbur's hand, dragging him out of the remains of Dreams and
Technoblade's snow fort.

“Boys, get over here, it's snack time!” Kristen appeared on the patio, a swarm of crows crowding
the majority of the patio as they snacked on crackers.

“Thank you Kristen, you truly are like a mother to us.” Wilbur grabbed a cookie from the hot plate
in Kristen's hands, her eyes rolling as a small smile appeared on her face.

“Wilbur, I am literally your mother.” Wilbur strutted off the porch with practiced grace, dodging
every crow at his feet.

“Don't mind him Kris,” Dream slipped on the rail of the porch, sliding a cookie off the plate and
smiling softly at her, “he's in the mood for lore right now.”

“Ah ok,” Kristen placed the plate on the rail next to Dream and slipped into the chair next to the
door. “I'll just be here then.

Dream smiled at Kristen before his attention was captured by Phil who appeared at the front door.

“Hello Dream, how are you doing?” Dream smiled at Phil as the man stood next to his wife.

“Pretty good, just won a snowball fight against Tommy and Wilbur with Technoblade” Phil
nodded, pursuing his lips as he tapped the ground with his foot.

“You're not pushing yourself right?” Dream smiled as he shook his head.

“Nah, I haven't even taken my wings out since I left your room.” Phil sighed softly, his shoulders
dropping as he stepped back into the house, returning shortly with one of the kitchen chairs in his
hands.

“Are you ever going to make a new chair?” Phil shrugged, placing the chair next to Kristen's as he
watched his boys roll in the fresh snow.

Kristen struggled as she tried pulling Tommy and Wilbur apart, both parties clinging to each other
in a death grip. Dream chuckled lightly at the sight.

“Dream?” he looked down at Phil who was staring at the people in his yard, “come here a
second.” Dream climbed off the rail, sitting in the empty chair next to Phil.

“What's up Phil?” Phil put his hands in his pockets, his eyes never leaving the scene in front of
him.

“I've been having a bad feeling recently Dream, I haven't been sleeping right. Hell, I caught
Quackity in our room last night.” Dream nodded, leaning forward in his chair.

“He hasn't done anything since he got here Phil, he's still recovering but he should be gone soon.”
Phil shook his head, the itch in his chest becoming more prominent.

“It's not that son, there's something out there and it's not good.” Phil tapped his fingers along the
arm of the chair, “and I don't know what it is; but whatever it is, it wants something.”

“Should we move, whatever this thing is, do you think it will stop if we leave?” Phil shook his
head.

“Not yet, I just want you to be prepared if anything happens.” Phil pulled out his hand, a small
screen appearing in front of him. “Open your menu.”

Dream nodded, opening his scream as Phil pushed the smaller screen into Dreams menu.

“Use this, if anything happens I don't want you to stay here.” Dream looked down at the monitor,
the star chart looking back up at him.

“Phil, if anything happens I don't want to leave you.” Phil shook his head again, the bags under his
eyes seeming to darken.

“It's just a precaution my boy, if anything happens then I want you to grab who you can and dip.”
Dream nodded, looking back up at Kristen with a smile as he stood up from her chair and taking
his place on the rail next to the empty cold plate.

The moon glared over the family as Wilbur and Tommy rolled in the snow, both already on their
third pair of clothes, the clothes in question already soiled with pine needles and mud.

“Give up Tommy!” Wilbur grunted when his forearms were snatched and he was flipped over, his
back melting the snow under him as Tommy laughed maniacally above him.

“You give up bitch!” Dream chuckled lightly, a small cup of tea warming his fingers as Tommy
and Wilbur decked it out in the snow.

Quackity trembled at the doorway, looking at the warm scene with a cold heart and wide eyes.

“Dream,” Quackity stumbled slightly, “you need to get everyone inside, NOW!” Dream felt
anxiety rise in his throat, his heart beginning to pound against his chest, nodding Dream's hands
chilled against the frozen wood of the rail, sliding off, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on
end.

“Hey guys!” Tommy untangled himself from Wilbur, Phil sighing in relief, looking up at Dream
with a soft smile before his face dropped. Dream felt a body push into the frozen ground, wind
hitting the edge of his ear as the weapon whooshed just an inch away from its target, black feathers
blocked his eyes before the body moved. The person is still standing practically screaming.

“Fucking duck” someone grabbed Dream by the shoulders, forcing him to his feet nd shoving him
to the house.

“Get Kristen!” Phil parried a strike from pink, Skeppy scrambling to Dream as Wilbur grabbed his
hand and dragged him to the house. Shoving Dream in the same direction as he intercepted Ponk's
attacks.

“Kristen!” Dream threw the door open, Kristen already standing in the doorway, the frozen winter
breeze invading the house.

“What's going on out there?” he choked on air before pulling out one of his knives and blocking
Skeppy's sword.

“Little help!” Kristen pulled Dream into the house, slamming the door as Skeppy moved to follow,
effectively smashing the perpetrators arm and breaking the edge of the door.

“Don't let him leave the house Kristen!” Wilbur was suddenly behind Dream, wrapping his arms
around his waist and keeping him in place, Dream's feet dragging on the floor as he fought his
restraints. Dream could only stare as Ponk threw himself at Phil, could feel Kristen's warm hand
push him and Wilbur farther into the house, their parents disappearing from sight as the door was
slammed in their faces.

Kristen grabbed the kitchen chair and put it under the doorknob, feeling her heart shatter as her son
threw his body at the door, Wilbur vocally trying to calm him down as her scythe appeared in her
hand.

Technoblade threw Ant off his shoulders, pulling out a bow as Hannah rolled off Drista, the arrow
meeting thin air and landing uselessly on the snow beneath them.

Drista rolled on top of Hannah, wrapping her numb arms around the woman's neck as they
continued rolling in the snow.

Punz skidded to a stop as the cold metal of Kristens grazed his neck. He felt a thrill as he pulled out
a neatherite sword swinging at her face and grazing her jet black hair slightly, some strands landing
on the snow beneath them. Kristen swung her weapon in the air before his sword met her scythe
with a resounding clang.

Phil threw Ponk off his back, pulling out his bow as he aimed in the mans direction, suddenly
feeling claws burn themselves into his back, he dropped to the ground, crushing whoever it was
that had attacked him, Ponk shot back to his feet and threw himself at the man on the ground,

Phil gasped as he felt claws run over his back, expertly dodging the roots of his wings as Phil rolled
away from Ponks attack, the person on his back letting him go, leaving phil to land on one knee as
he glanced around the battlefield, rolling with Ants attack as the cat hybrid attempted to attack him.

“Kristen, whe-” Ant was suddenly wrapped around his face, Phil blindly pulled at the cat's thick
fur, forcing him off his face.

“Dreams in the house!” Kristen blocked another attack from Punz, Drista holding a neatherite axe
in her hand as she swung at Skeppy giving Technoblade some breathing room.

“No, whe-” Phil suddenly choked on nothing, gasping and coughing as Ponk buried his fist into
Phils gut.

“Philza!” Techno was at Phil's side, Tommy taking over fighting with Skeppy as Techno’s sword
collided with Ponk's own and tripping Ant, shoving his shoe into the cat's chest and trapping him
under the sole of his boot. Techno twisted his sword into Ponk's sword, the blades coming apart
with a beautiful clank as Ponk's sword became airborne and landed in the snow a couple feet away.
Techno pointed his sword at the other man's throat, the blade rubbing against his adams apple. Phil
is still gasping next to him.

Kristen held Punz’s wrists in her hand, Drista had an unconscious Hannah over her shoulder,
Tommy standing triumphantly as Skeppy stood at the edge of his sword.

“We got em Phil!” Technoblade pat Phil's back, the rough contact seeming to bring life back to
Phil's struggling lungs as he took breath in one long heaping gasp.

“Where's Bad?” Technoblade felt his blood go cold, as their captives began chuckling in unison,
their laughter sewing unease in the atmosphere as the sound of a window crashing open echoed in
 the still air.

Chapter End Notes

Save how much you are going to hate me for the next chapter, you guys haven't even
seen half of what I have planed.
 A fathers love
Chapter Summary

Phil makes a promise.

He keeps that promise

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Quackity’s back pressed against the dark oak door like a lifeline, his heart beating out of his chest
as his breath came out in short strangled gasps, cowering under the demon that stood over him like
a god, keeping his feet rooted to the ground under him as he stretched his numb arms protectively
over the door.

“Good evening Quackity, you've been causing the egg a lot of grief since you popped up over
here.” Quackity’s heart shot up to his throat, the demon's eyes glowing with excitement as his hot
breath clouded in Quackity’s face like cigarette smoke. “But that's a conversation for another day,
for now,” Bad smiled and blinked down at Quackity, “you have a chance to ask the egg for
forgiveness.” Bad lifted up a hand, gently running his thumb over the man's numb cheek,
Quackity’s eyes locked on the movement for a moment before shooting back up to the man in front
of him.

Quackity felt the wall behind him give way, warm air surrounding him as someone took him in
their arms and dragged him into the house.

Bad felt a thrill at the sight of the familiar smiley face mask, the whiplash of the slamming door
smacking him in the face Bad strutted off the porch.

Dream dragged Quackity off the ground, sticking a chair under the doorknob before throwing him
back to his feet both of them scrambled to the living room, Wilbur had planted himself at the front
door, his fingers splintered as they tried desperately to pry the door open.

“Any luck brother?” Wilbur glanced at Dream before shaking his head, wiping his hands off on his
pants and groaning. “Well, have you secured all the windows?” Wilbur nodded and ran his fingers
through his hair. His hands going up and unclicking the cape that had rested over his shoulders.

“Yeah, everything is secured” Dream nodded as he held his hand out to Wilbur, he took it and
shook his brother's hand with vigor.

Dream scrambled around the house, ripping any torch off its pedestal and throwing any candle into
the wind, dousing out its warm glow before scrambling back into the living room where Wilbur
was holding Quackity in his arms.

“Oh Dreeeaaaam!” a tapping echoed through the house, loud though to echo through Dreams skull,
small enough to remain hidden in the stalking shadows that surrounded the group as they cowered
in the corner.

Dreams' forearm quaked with Quackity’s sobs, Wilburs arms crushing his bones as a war was
waged on their front lawn, the sounds echoing through the household. Dream’s eye remained
locked on one of the boarded up windows, stars flickering desperately in the distance before they
were swallowed by the dark billowing clouds. Wilburs feathers shifted slightly, the small opening
only becoming smaller as bright red eyes smiled down at the family, its somber figure shutting
away any stars that had been flickering desperately in the distance, covering even the darkest of
clouds with its own ominous mass, Dream cowered under their gaze fearing they could hear his
heart as it beat erratically in his throat.

The struggle outside came to an abrupt pause, a heavy mist seeming to take over the atmosphere as
everyone began gasping for breath, Dream could feel his legs turning into jelly as the figure slowly
pulled up their arm, the smile becoming wider as the axe in their hand was illuminated in the dim
lighting.

Dreams heard a blood curdling scream, could feel the glass as it cut into his fingers, scrambling
blindly around the house before freezing at the closet, slamming it open and shoving Quackity
inside, Dream pressed his finger against the man's lip, his entire body trembling with the
movement.

“Don't go anywhere.” he slowly closed the door, his fingers coming down and gently stroking his
last frigid spear, inching back toward the inhospitable living room as his stomach dropped to the
floor like a brick.

Wilbur's wings flapped uselessly against the frigid wooden floor, his breath coming out in clouds
of smoke as his chest pressed against the splintered fibers, all the air came rushing out of his lungs
as Bad shoved his foot further into the man's back, the sole of his boot pressing in between his
wings.

“You could join us Wilbur” Bad leaned down, his hot breath tickling his numb ear, “think about
her, the egg would bring her back.” Wilbur coughed as any air that remained in his body was
forcefully pushed out, “you three could be a family again.” Wilbur shot his head to the side, staring
up at Bad with hot tears in his eyes before spitting in his face.

“Fuck off” Bad's grin morphed into a sneer, grunting as he pressed his piecing axe against the root
of Wilbur's warm wings and wiping off his face with is sleeve.

“Very well, I guess we’ll just have to shift our focus.” Wilbur felt a chill crawl up his spine as the
cold metal of the axe slowly ran along his skin, “but I can't let you get in the way of the eggs'
plans.” The tears in Wilbur's eyes began to fall across his face, his lungs burning with a silent
scream as the blade slowly pressed into the sensitive skin.

Bad broke out in a sadistic grin as he threw the axe into the air, his being suddenly becoming
weightless before his shoulder was thrown through a wall, his axe landing next to Wilbur before
his back was thrown into the snow, slamming into a dark tree.

Dreams' wings reflected the moon in an angelic glow, his face glistening in sweat as his lungs
heaved, his knife firmly pressed against Bad's neck.

“Dream!” Phil scrambled away from the roped captives as he tore his way toward his son.

Bad shoved his arms into Dreams shoulders, grabbing the arm that carried the knife and twisting,
forcing him to drop his weapon before, shifting his weight as he threw Dream into the snow,
wrapping his hands over the mas pale neck and smiling when he felt the boys pulse under his
fingers begin to beat erratically as they boys wings dragged themselves uselessly against the snow,
his hands coming up and desperately trying to tear the hands away from his neck.
Dreams blood rushed through his ears, he could see the sadistic smile on Bad's face, could feel his
fingers wrapped tightly around his neck, his head becoming heavy as his numb arms dropped with
his wings into the cool snow, the sound of battle echoing in his ears as the world began to fall
away.

The snap of ropes forced Technoblade out of the house, Wilbur scrambling along with him as he
threw himself back into battle.

Dreams head lolled to the side, tears now making their way down his face and sprinkling the snow,
the side of his head becoming numb under the snow as he lost any thoughts that may have been
running through his head, black dots dancing in the back of his vision, Phil threw another body off
his back, Kristen was covered by arms of dark figures, and then there was nothing.

Dreams' head held him down as he blinked awake, arms were wrapped tightly around him as a
heart beat erratically against his chest.

“Dream! Oh thank goodness.” Phil pulled Dream closer, pulling his legs further away from the
ground and catching his wings as they began slipping out of his arms, Dream slowly lifted his head
up before his nose was shoved back into Phil's chest

“Don't worry son, I'm getting you out of this, I promise.” Phil grunted as he desperately grabbed at
the slick vines that made up the trench that they were trapped in, his nails broken and bloody.

Dreams' nose wrinkled as the smell of sulfur assaulted his senses, his eyes burning as they finally
escaped the trench and were treated with the sight of Bad's toothy smile.

“Welcome back Dream!” Bads hot breath ran across drams face, reeking of sulfur and blood.

Dreams hand shot up to his face, his heart shooting out of his chest as the cool porcelain was
nowhere to be found before soft cloth overtook where his mask should have been.

“We’re not here to exchange formalities Bad.” Phil gently shifted Dream to rest on his back, Dream
looked over at Phil from under the hat that now rested on his head, the fire in his eyes almost
making Dream jump before resting his chin on Phil's shoulder. “Goodbye.”

“I don't think so” Bad appeared in front of Phil, a sly smile stretching across his face. “Your no
bother, the egg loves new company!” Dreams body sized up, he choked on nothing as his body
was torn open and ripped apart, needles tore through his mussel, Phil's arms suddenly wrapping
around him.

“Dream, Dream! are you alright?” Phil looked down at his son's face, his chest becoming twisted
at the sight of his pale face skewered in pain. His ears burning as Bad tisked behind him.

“Poor Dream, all alone all the time.” Bad put his hand on Phil's shoulder, “you can help him Phil,
with the eggs help, Dream will never have to remember the pain your mistakes caused him.”

Phil slapped away Bad's hand, his eyes glowing with fury, throwing Dream over his back and
dragging himself toward the exit, a vine appearing on top of his shoe before he was thrown into
another pit.

“Do you like it Phil?” Bad stood at the edge of the pit, his hands resting on his hips as he smiled at
the struggling man. “The egg wishes to accommodate for all forms of life.” he kneeled down,
softly running his fingers through the thin vines that wove themselves though the trench.
“Beautiful isn't it?”
 Phil tore his eyes away from the man towering over them, continuing his painful accent from the
hell hole he had somehow gotten them stuck in his legs tingling with every movement.

“Hang in there son,” Phil could feel Dream's chin dig into his shoulder as he continued tearing
apart his fingers, clawing his way out of the ditch. Footsteps echoed through the room as a young
man appeared at the exit, blood dripping from Phil's limp legs.

“Dad? what the hell!” Phil smiled up at the boy, his eyes devoid of the red light, bringing Dream
back into his arms as tears began falling from his face.

“Take care of my crows son.” Sapnap glanced at the man in front of him, he could see the vines
that had already woven themselves through the man's legs.

“Hello Sapnap, have you reconsidered my offer already?” Bad stood back to his feet, smiling
cheerfully as he held his arms open toward Sapnap, Sapnap's eyes shot to Phil who was still
holding Dream while inching toward him.

“Please,” he could feel his legs breaking under the vines that roamed his body, “save him, save my
son” Sapnap's eyes gaped open as he kneeled in front of Dream, who was now desperately clinging
to Phil as tears stained the hat that was covering his eyes.

Dream's body twisted wildly as Sapnap tried pulling him away from Phil, “it's ok Dream, it's me,
you know me.” Dream clung tightly to Phil's robe, Phil gently running his fingers through Dream's
hair as he slowly maneuvered him into Sapnaps arms.

“Its ok son, it’ll be alright, I'll find a way.” Phil could feel a lump form in his throat, tears forming
in the corners of his eyes as his son slipped from his arms, “fly my son, fly and don't stop flying”

“No, no '' Dream continued struggling, Sapnap could feel Dreams' fever though his cloak, his heart
skipping a beat as his wings made contact with his arms. Sapnap dragged himself to his feet as his
ears were ripped apart.

“SAAAAPNAAAAP!” a shadow fell over him as he clutched a struggling Dream in his arms,
Bad’s form coming closer with the shadow as he scrambled back to the exit, Phil sewn to the
ground with red vines.

“NO, DAD!” Dream let out a blood curdling scream as he desperately scrambled over Sapnap's
shoulder, Phil's hat pushed up on his head as his blue eyes remained locked on the man that was
looking at him with the biggest smile Dream had ever seen.

Phil's heart fluttered in his chest, the smile on his face lifting with it, the weight on his shoulders
flew away, he could overlook the vines that dragged him away from escape, could ignore the
bleeding and ache in his arms and legs, could laugh as he was shoved in front of the egg, its
disciples surrounding him as he felt his mind slip away.

Bad grinned down at Phil, watching as the blue in his eyes was overtaken with that beautiful blood
red, “you must be exited, the egg has chosen you for a very important mission Red”

Phil smiled, he smiled through the searing burn that ran like lava through his veins, he smiled
through the image of his wife in his mind, he smiled through the pain.

“He called me dad” the blue melted into red as his smile fell into a stern glare.

Chapter End Notes

Chapter End Notes

It will never be the same.

 He's not a slime, he swears
Chapter Summary

Dream and Quackity go to visit an old friend of Quackity's dream makes a promise
and plans are made.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Sapnaps muscles burned under Dream as the man continued scrambling over his shoulder, he could
feel the flame in his stomach scream into his veins as he practically dragged his friend away from
the red vines that were still licking at his ankles.

“Let me go, let me go Nick!” Dream suddenly twisted his body, throwing himself to the ground,
rolling with the impact before Sapnap threw himself at Dream and dragged him into a choke hold.

“Man up Dream!” Sapnap threw him back to the ground, Dream's hands going to the man's
shoulders as he threw his knee into Sapnap’s gut.

“Fuck off!” Dream threw himself back to his feet, scrambling back to the cave before dropping
back to the ground, Sapnap's hand tightly wrapped around his ankle.

“Don't you get it?” Sapnap dragged himself on Dream, holding the man down by his shoulders as
he flailed against the rough grass, his voice aceing as tears peaked out from the corners of his eyes.
“HES FUCKING GONE!” Dream shoved Sapnap off into the dirt, standing back up pacing under
the lamplight of the prime path, his boots making small hollow thumps echo on the worn wood,
before sitting back down, and bringing his knees to his chest.

Sapnap slowly inched back toward Dream, dropping against a lamp post and scooting closer to him
as they both sat under the dim light of the glowstone.

Dream glanced at Sapnap with glazed over eyes, the soft hat on his head still covering his face as
he got back to his feet, the soles of his shoes on the ground as he made his way to the nether portal.
Sapnap glared at Dream as the boy began walking.

“So that's it, no thank you Sapnap for saving my life?” Dream kept up his pace, his boots emitting
hollow clunks against the half slabs.

“I have work to do.” his voice was hardly a whisper, breaking at the corners like a cracked crystal
chalice trying to hold its drink.

“It's not like he's dead Dream,” Sapnap clutched his fists together, “besides, he wasn't even your
real dad!” Sapnap froze in place, the cold metal of an axe brushing his chest as Dreams eyes bored
into his own.

“You don't know fucking anything.” Dream swung the axe in the air, the weapon disappearing in
the air as Dream turned his back to Sapnap, pulling his cloak closer as he jogged away, back to the
portal, leaving Sapnap in the dust.
The snow wiped Dreams tears into the air, bitter wind biting his cheeks as the boy dragged himself
through the treacherous terrain, a lantern nowhere to be found, no one standing in front of him and
dragging him to an intermission, no one there to carry him to safety, no one to hold him on the
coldest of nights, no more messy dinner, no more pats on the back, no more small jokes, no more
tea time, no more smuggling sweet berries in the garden, no more, no one.

For the first time in more than a year, his heart echoed with an ache, an ache he had forgotten, an
ache that threatened to swallow him whole, for the first time, Dream was alone.

A scream echoed in the stars, his entire body aching with the energy it took, his fingers numb and
burning, his voice bleeding through the scream, tears fell from his face like waterfalls as he
desperately clutched Phil's hat in his hands, as his knees became cold and wet with snow, as his
voice slowly gave out to a small whimper that echoed uselessly in the wind. The stars mocking him
as he sat there kneeled in the snow as his heart rested broken in his fingers.

Dream didn't feel the way his feet were cracked and bleeding with blisters, his heart numb as his
skin, his legs forced him up, back into the wind and snow as he continued his path back to where
home might be.

Kristen kneeled on the ground, her boys wrapped up in her wings as they sat in front of a map, the
dim candlelight in Wilbur's hand casting an orange glow as they pointed at certain points in the
map, brief conversation spoke only in small whispers before the door was suddenly slammed open.

Kristen swung her head to the door, seeing a dark figure slumped over at the door frame, the figure
slunk inside, before making their way into the kitchen.

Quackity’s stomach dropped at the sight of Dream staring down at him with dead eyes, the
notebook on the table laying abandoned as he practically covered under the man's gaze.

“Do you have a spy Quackity?” Dreams' voice echoed through the house, sending chills down
everyone's spine as they all scrambled to the kitchen.

“W-well I-” Dream snatched Quackity’s collar, dragging him to his feet and forcing the man to
look him in the eye.

“It's a simple enough question, Quackity, if anyone has a fucked up enough nation, it's you, a
simple yes or no would suffice.” Quackity’s heartbeat in his throat as Dreams icy blue eyes threw
daggers into the back of his skull.

“Y-y-yes!” Quackity was dropped back into his chair. As Dream straightened out his cloak.

“Good, bring me to them,” Quackity shot up out of his seat, scrambling to snatch his cloak from
where it was hung from the hook at the door and throwing himself out the front door, Dream
following with a brisk pace.

“Dream, what the hell are you doing, Where's Phil?” Kristen snatched his shoulder, forcing him to
freeze in place as she turned him around to look at her, his eyes already down cast. Kristen's eyes
softened as she gently pushed his hair from his eyes.

“I tried, I really tried mom, I-I couldn't move, everything hurt and I couldn't move and now he's
gone.” Dream looked up, seeing Wilbur wrapping his arms around Tommy as Technoblade stepped
in front of him, plopping his hand on Dream's shoulder with a long sigh.

“We should have known, Phil was always one for self sacrifice.” Technoblade looked Dream in the
eye, “it wasn't your fault, admins deal with more than what they let on, whatever was going on with
you, i'm sure there was nothing that could be done, otherwise, Phil would have done it.” Dream
took a deep breath before giving a tentative nod,

“Don't beat yourself up Dream” Tommy said, “we have a map, and Technoblades great at
planning, just focus on getting what you can to help and we will feast on omelets and scrambled
eggs.”

Wilbur nodded along with tommy, “Phil was never one for eggs, honestly none of us are, but I
think we’ll make an exception.” Dream nodded, smiling and waving at the family as he put his
hand on the doorknob, the door creaking open before he was stopped by someone behind him.

“Wait,” Kristen snatched the corner of his cloak, Dream looking over his shoulder with tears
sparkling in the corners of his eyes. “Promise you’ll come home tonight, please.” Dream nodded,
looking back into the house with a warm smile before pulling Kristen into one last hug, giving
Techno, Wilbur and Tommy one last salute before making his way out the door, Quackity standing
on the patio with his cloak tightly wrapped around his shoulders.

Dream snatched the torch that rested above the front door, trudging through the snow as he
dropped the torch into Quackity’s hand.

“Let's move.” Quackity nodded as he dragged himself through the heavy snow, feeling his legs go
numb with every step as the glowing purple portal came into view.

Quackity’s stomach did backflips as he led Dream through the nether, down the very same path
they had taken when he had shown Tommy to his restaurant, Dreams cloak rested in his arms, his
hair reaching past his shoulders as he marched behind him, his wings folded neatly behind his
back.

Slime giggled as he rolled on the smoothe stone under his back, the shadows that covered the room
bringing a warm feeling of nostalgia across his body before he heard the door bang open,
someone's feet clicking across the floor before Quackity from las nevadas spoke.

“Hey Slime, there's someone who wants to meet you!” peeking out from his home Slime could see
Quackity from Las Nevadas and a man with a cloak standing at the door.

“Quackity from Las Nevadas!” Quackity let out an audible grunt as Slime threw himself into his
stomach, Dream smiled at the sight, adjusting the hat on his head, hiding the way his eyes sparkled
lightly.

“Hey Slime,” Quakcity awkwardly patted the man on the head, looking up at Dream with a loopy
smile, “I brought a friend, they want to talk to you.” Slime looked up at Dream, his eyes practically
lighting on fire as he put out his hand for Dream to shake.

“Hello, would you like to gamble?” Dream raised an eyebrow as Quackity snatched the boy's
shoulders and dragged him to the other side of the room, he could hear frantic whispering before
the pair appeared in front of him. “Hello, Dream, I'm bones." Dream's entire being was shaking
with confusion as he looked over at Quackity, the man's entire face had turned red.

“Just go with it man.” Quackitys voice was shaky, gesturing with a wave of his hand as Dream
took Slimes hand and shook it lightly, ignoring the Slimy residue that disappeared from his hand as
he turned his attention back to Slime.

“Hello, it's nice to meet a friend of Quackity, he's told me that you know some answers to the
questions that I have.” Slime nodded dramatically and slowly, the movement seeming to be alien to
him as a dorky smile spread across his face.

“Oh I know a lot of things!” Dream sighed as he made his way to the table at the corner of the
room.

“Good, may I ask you some questions then?” Slime nodded frantically as he took a seat in front of
Dream, Dream's previous adrenaline slipping from his fingers as he slowly took the hat from his
head, ruffling his hair lightly before taking a hair tie from his pocket and tying his hair back.

“Wait, I know who you are!” Slime clapped his hands together, his eyes sparkling as Quackitys
jaw dropped.

“What are you talking about? He's never met you!” Slime chuckled lightly as he looked over at
Quackity.

“Well, Quackity from Las Nevadas, I have absolutely never gone to the bottom of the void and
seen him hatch, and I definitely never heard the egg thing talk about him.” Dream and Quackity
froze in their places as Dream took in a long deep breath, before letting it out in a long exhale.

“Well, could you tell me what it said?” Slime looked up at Dream, pursing his lips for a second
before the bright smile re-appeared on his face.

“Well, I wouldn't be able to tell you much, and I definitely couldn't tell you about the red bird, or
that red egg and red guy call you “pretty bird. `` I can't tell you about any of that.” Quackity let out
a cough, hitting his chest multiple times as Dream put his chin on top of his folded hands.

“Is there anything else that you can't tell us?” Slime blinked multiple times before nodding,
“anything about the other birds in the snowy tundra.” Slime nodded aggressively, small green
speaks falling on the table.

“Red guy called the red shirt kid “the undesirable” but I can't tell you about that, and I would never
be able to tell you about a red bird telling the egg about death, much less about the core.” Dreams
blood ran cold, shooting out of his chair and pulling up his screen, Quackitys eyes lighting up at
the sight of it as he walked up to look at the glowing sheet.

“Is that the admin screen?” Dream nodded, a map appearing on the screen, swiping on the screen,
the map turning into a vertical landscape, long roots visible where the egg resteed, reaching
desperately for a small blinking light in the middle of the world.

“Shit!” Dream swiped the screen away, stomping out of the house and into the cool desert night,
Quckity scrambled after him, waving a frantic goodbye in Slimes direction before following
Dream away from Las Nevadas.

“Dream, where are we going?” The pair were running down the road, the night air making
Dreams' eyes sting as he sprinted back to the portal.

“I knew something was up with bad, I thought I had figured it out but that wasn't even half of it”
Quackity gulped on what little air he could when they made it to the nether portal before he was
thrown back into the hell pit.

“The hell are you talking about?” Dream groaned as he pulled back up the screen, never halting his
pace as the screen was thrown in front of Quackity.

“That light in the middle of the world is the core, the connection between me and the server.”
Dream jumped through the next portal, Quackity joining him as the screen disappeared from his
 hands.

“So, what does the egg want with it?” Dream looked over at Quackity with a stern glare, the house
becoming visible through the winter air.

“If the egg can get to the core, then it can infect me indirectly, that's why it didn't fight when
Sapnap took me away.” Dream dragged his feet through the fluffy snow, his feet becoming numb
under the blanket of frostbite. “It also explains my sickness spells,” Quackity looked over at Dream
with wide eyes, feeling his stomach drop as Kristen appeared at the front door.

“Is there any way to stop it?” Dream waved toward his mother, Kristen waving back with a small
frown and furrowed eyebrows.

“No,” Kristen pulled Dream into a tight hug, “there's no way to stop it.” Dream stepped into the
house, watching Quackity as he walked back into the kitchen. “Hey”

Quackity’s head shot up seeing Dream sitting in the chair next to him, the soft light from the
torches illuminating the room as his hands fiddled on top of the worn table.

“Sorry, for earlier, there is no excuse for how I treated you after everything you've done for my
family.” he looked up at Quackity with big pleading eyes. “If there is anything I can do to make it
up to you, don't be afraid to call alright?” Quackity blinked rapidly, slipping his book on the table
and staring with his jaw dropped at Dream.

“No Dream, really it's nothing.” Quackity waved his hands in the air lightly, emphasizing his point.

“No it's not,” Dream gently took Quackity’s hands into his own, slowly putting them back on the
table, “I am in no place to judge you Quackity, but you should start standing up for yourself, and
until that day comes, I will be in your debt. I will protect you with my life if necessary.” Dream
pulled Quackity into a tight hug. “And I promise, I will never lay a finger on you again.”

Quackitys heart exploded as he was pulled into the hug, throwing his arms around the cold man
who had never felt so warm, shaking slightly with small sobs. Quackity felt Dream pull him into a
tight hug, the first hug he had gotten in years.

Chapter End Notes

School is starting soon, I will do my best to give this story the ending it deserves but
I'm going into my junior year this Monday wish me luck, sorry for the late update, I
had to get some things ready for school.

I hope I didn't destroy my story when Dream was mean to Quackity, he really didn't
mean it, grief can make you do some pretty messed up things, I just hope you guys like
the rest of the story.

Also, what do you guys want to see in this story, I know where I want to take it but I
want yo hear your thoughts and if something doesn't fit then maybe it can become its
own story and I would love some ideas. :)
 Fundy the furbaby, and broken promises.
Chapter Summary

Wilbur just wants to look after his son, Dream cant sleep.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

The prime path was illuminated with the warm glow of glowstone as Wilbur dragged his feet over
the beige wooden path, a small café appeared in front of the man, a boy stood in the building, a
bright smile spread across his face as he slipped a large cup filled to the brim with ice-cream to the
small piglin hybrid that was snuggled into his parents.

Wilbur shivered under the dark sky, Fundy placing a steaming cup in front of Tubbo, a heaping
mass of whip cream standing like a mountain as Ranboos lips moved wordlessly, Fundy’s doing
the same as Michael’s face was suddenly covered in a mass of ice cream, Tubbos face mirroring
Michaels as the family ate their ice cream, Fundy gently placed down a white milkshake, black
dots spotted along the inside of the cup which Wilbur assumed was Oreos, in front of Ranboo
before his son slipped out of view, bringing what warmth that had accumulated in Wilbur's heart
with him.

Wilbur stood on a beach, a woman with hair of fire and silver stood in front of him, a guitar case
wrapped tightly in his numb arms, danced in his head as the woman smiled down at him, her
crystalline blue eyes sparkling as she gently put her hands on either side of Wilbur's cheeks, her
cold hands dotted with icy red scales as her fingers slipped down to catch one of his hands, gently
leading him back to the ocean before collapsing on the sandy shore, looking up at Wilbur with a
dorky smile before pulling him down with her, the pair sharing in light chuckles as warm water
lapped at their feet.

Bad's chuckle echoed in Wilbur's mind as he reached into his pocket, a small metal pocket watch
slipping into his fingers as he pulled it out and flipped it open, the picture of that sunny beach day
still clear as if the picture was taken yesterday, a furbaby Fundy smiling brightly as he was
embraced in his mothers arms, sand covering both of them as the sun rained kisses along their skin.

“The hell are you doing out here old man?” Tubbo and Ranboo waved back at Fundy, Michael
resting on Ranboo’s shoulders half asleep as the pair made their way back to the portal.

“I just...” Wilbur sighed, closing the frozen pocket watch before slipping it into his pocket and
looking up at his son. “I want to speak to you, just five minutes, please.” Fundy gave Wilbur a
death glare that would have made Kristen proud, a rough rumble, almost a growl, scratching out of
his throat as he stomped back into the café, waving for Wilbur to come in.

“Come on old man, can't have you dying on my doorstep just yet.” Wilbur caught the door before it
closed, taking a tentative step into the café before closing the door behind him.

The cold outside didn't stand a chance against the warmth in the café, lamplights twinkled above
Wilbur's head, the dark oak ground at his feet contrasting with the stone walls as the small oak
tables that dotted the café glistened in the light.
“So, you came all this way to find me, the hell do you want?” Fundy strutted behind the counter,
leaning over and resting his chin on his wrist as he glared at the man in front of him.

“Fundy, I know I'm in no place to give you orders, or ask you for anything,” Wilbur could feel his
chest closing in, his esophagus felt like it was about to fall into itself as Fundy nodded slowly.

“Yes, that is true.” Wilbur was going to throw up, sweat was starting to build up on his forehead
and he felt it run down the back of his neck.

“But I- please hear me out,” Wilbur put his hands up before wiping his sweaty palms on his jacket
and shoving his fists into his pockets, “I can't lose you Fundy, you're all I have left of her.” Fundy
raised an eyebrow, standing up straight as he snatched a rag from under the counter and began to
wipe down the white surface.

“Get to the point Wilbur, don't keep me waiting.” Wilbur took a deep breath, running his fingers
through his hair before looking up at his son.

“I don't want you to be here anymore, I want you to leave the smp.” Fundy froze, his hand leaving
the rag on the counter, his ears falling against his head as he turned his attention back to the man in
front of him.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Fundy began stalking over to the other side of the counter,
stopping at the cash register and crossing his arms, “you can't just pop up here and tell me to leave
Wilbur, you have no right.”

“I know s-Fundy I know, but the egg will target you if you are here, and I don't want you getting
hurt.” Fundy chuckled, leaning against the counter and looking at Wilbur like he had grown a
second head.

“So that's what this is all about, I will admit” he shrugged his shoulders, “the vines are quite the
nuisance, I would rather go without them, but I'm not leaving the smp because you got a random
dose of morality.” his ears returned to their previous position, standing proud on his head.

Wilbur took in a shaky breath, his blood running cold as his heart beat in his throat “Fundy please,
I'm begging you, you can't stay here, I can't lose you to!” Fundy scoffed “I know a guy, he's a
great, powerful admin who could take you far away from here, you would love him” Fundy's
mouth morphed into a sly grin.

“Is this all about Dream again? Honestly, you should have known that this would have happened
after he molted.”

“It's not about that Fundy, this is about you,” Fundy pushed himself off the counter, taking a step
toward his father, his tail swishing behind him.

“No it's not Wilbur, this is about you, and what you want.” Fundy put his hands in the air,
gesturing to himself, “I just so happen to be caught up in this mess.”

Wilbur's head spun as he clutched his hands into fists. “Fundy please, at least meet him.”

“Oh so it's not Dream?” Wilbur shook his head, his heart starting to slow its racing pace as his fists
unclutched.

“It's going to take a lot more to save Dream son, but that won't stop us from trying.” Fundy raised
an eyebrow, “come on, he's outside.” Fundy huffed, dropping his arms and shaking his head.
“Why do I even- you know what, I'll meet him.” Wilbur let out a breath he didn't know he’d been
holding, smiling at Fundy as he turned back to the door.

“You’ll love him, Fundy, he's a good guy.” Fundy waved his hand dismissively.

“Yeah yeah whatever, let's just get this over with, I have a store to close.” Wilbur nodded, gently
pushing Fundy by the shoulder towards the beach. Throwing his cloak over the boy's shoulders
before the midnight air could capture him in its icy grip.

The moon cast a bright glow across the ocean as Fundy and Wilbur arrived at the waves, a small
rowboat waiting for them when they arrived.

“I thought you said he was right outside.” Wilbur rowed the boat as Fundy pulled Wilbur's jacket
tightly around his shoulders.

“Not everyone likes newcomers Fundy, this guy isn't well known around here and we didn't want
him getting hurt.” Fundy grunted, looking back down at the dark waters as icy sea mist was
sprinkled across his face.

A man was standing at the shoreline, Fundy could see his silhouette as Wilbur rowed the boat
closer to the shore, the torch in Fundy’s hand illuminating the figure once they finally made it.

“You long enough Wilbur, it's kind of cold out here” Fundy’s eyes morphed into saucers as the
man came into view, his chest was where Fundy’s height ended,his hat was embroidered with a
smiling onion, a small leaf hanging off the back of his head, his scarf, a dark pink color, a pink
jacket and shoes contrasting with the black pants that didn't leave anything to the imagination.

“Sorry, had to convince my son to get out of the candy store.” Fundy glared at his dad, Wilbur had
a sly smile shining on his face, Fundy’s glare dropped into a flustered blush as the man held out his
hand to him.

“Hello, my name is 5up, I'm the guy Wilbur told you about.” Fundy’s hand was encompassed by a
soft warmth as he was led out of the boat, 5up shaking his hand softly with a soft smile on his face,
Fundy took a deep breath before speaking.

“Fundy, my name's Fundy.” his head was screaming at him as 5up chuckled softly, his amber eyes
wrinkling with a smile that was hidden under his pink scarf.

“It's good to finally meet you Fundy” 5up gave him another smile before allowing Fundy’s hand to
slip out of his own, “are you ready to go?”

“Yeah, he's good,” Fundy wiped his head around, seeing Wilbur dragging a large bag out from
under his seat in the boat, “but you better get going, I don't know how much longer the egg will
take to get here.” Wilbur tossed the bag over Fundy. “Drive safe, I want my son back in one piece.”

5up laughed softly, “don't worry sir, I'll have him home by eight.” He placed his hand on Fundy's
shoulder, reaching his hand in the sky as a dark portal with purple accents appeared in front of
them.

“Wait Wilbur, your coat!” Wilbur smiled at him, waving him off as 5up began leading Fundy to
the portal.

“Don't worry about that old thing son, just go have some fun with your new friend.” Wilbur waved
them off as the portal disappeared, leaving him with a void in his heart as he dragged himself back
toward the boat.
 “You actually did it.” Wilbur froze in place, feeling his hair get wiped to the side by the wind as
the cold seeped into his bones.

“Ha, you never were known for dramatic entrances Phil,” Wilbur turned toward the man behind
him, his head downcast to the snow. “Then again,” he looked his father in the eye, in those blood
red irises as sulfur and blood invaded his nostrils, “you aren't Phil anymore are you?”

The man in front of him chuckled, tilting his red striped fedora and giving Wilbur a smile as sharp
as the velvet suit that stood where his robe once rested, “call me Red.”

Dreams eyes were glued on the full moon that screamed at him with its bright light, his white
feathers glowing in the blue light as his hand clenched tightly into Tommy's shirt, the boy sleeping
on his lap as Kristen shifted behind them,

“Dream, you should be sleeping.” he glanced at the woman behind him, her hair glistening in the
moonlight as it was dragged along the bedding.

“Cant, I tried Kristen.” she sighed, pulling Dream close, Tommy being dragged in with him as she
pulled the boys into a tight hug.

“Try again, Dream, I'll be right here when you wake up.” Dream nodded into her shoulder, feeling
his eyes drop as darkness overtook his vision.

The guilt was already building in her chest, gently shaking Tommy's shoulder, the boy blinked
awake, looking at Kristen with a startled expression.

“Tommy.” Kristen pulled him into a tight hug, feeling tears already dripping down her cheeks as
her heart was broken again, “I can't lose you two, the egg, Wilbur and techno are in the clear, for
now,” she put her hands on his cheeks “you two are not, and I just- I can't lose you two.” Tommy
blinked rapidly at his mother as she threw her hand up in the air, a piece of the void appearing in
their house as she grabbed Dream and placed a small kiss on the crown of his head. “I'm sorry son,
I'm so, so sorry.” Tommy felt his world fall away as Dream was dragged along with him, the void
consuming them as the portal in the house closed. Leaving Kristen curled on up in a ball in an
empty cold house.

Chapter End Notes

And no, that café was never closed.

Am I going to get sued for putting Oreos in my story?

 Father son fights and sleepless nights
Chapter Summary

Wilbur has an unfortunate encounter with his dad, dream and tommy make the best of
the situation.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Dreams' heart dropped as his hair flew wildly around his face, his eyes shooting open Tommy's
arms wrapped tightly around his waist, his vision was met with the all too encompassing void.

“DREAM!!” Tommy's shriek shook him into action, his cloak flying off his back as his wings
stretched out to their full size, eggshells already sparkling in their vision before, with one powerful
push with his wings, the pieces were parted from where Tommy's feet had almost come into
contact with the ground, Dreams ears ringing as his feet met solid ground the eggshells settling
back on the ground.

“Again, not again.'' Dreams' eyes were wild, his entire body shaking as his mothers warmth once
again left him, leaving him shaking on the ground.

“Dream?” he froze, looking down at Tommy with soft eyes as he dropped the boy to his feet.

“Yeah Tommy?” his voice was hardly a whisper, Tommy almost thought he had not spoken but
opened his mouth to speak again anyway.

“Are you alright?” Dream blinked rapidly, taking a deep breath before flattening out his cloak,
running his hand through his hair and smiling down at Tommy.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” his eyes trailed back toward where they had come from, seeing all the portals
wide open far above them like stars, his wings already aching at the prospect of the ride up, “come
on.” Dream kneeled gesturing Tommy to get on his back, the boy gave him a funny look, Dream
scoffing as he scooped the boy in his arms, his wings stretching out again before they began
shakenly ascending,

“Your terrible at this Dream.” Tommy's arms tightly wrapped around Dream neck, the man rolling
his eyes, sweat pouring from his face, all the muscles in his back burning as his wings gave another
powerful push, his legs flailing around under him, the stars finally coming into view as his wings
seemed to finally give up the ascent.

“Tommy, hold on,” Dreams arms tightened their hold on the boy, Tommy's shriek echoing in
Dreams head as another portal appeared under their feet , a wasteland of sand and cloudy skies
surrounding them, a cold heat dousing them as Dream rolled on the ground, Tommy held tightly in
his arms, sand going everywhere as the portal was closed behind them.

Dream groaned as he rolled off Tommy, he could feel sand rubbing against his skin as his cloak
rested uselessly on his stomach, the grey sky mocking them as Dream glared up at the rolling
clouds.
“Dream, where are we?” Tommy dragged himself to his feet, his eyes trained where the portal had
disappeared.

“I don't know man,” Dream sat up, grunting as he dragged himself to his feet. waving his hand in
front of his face, a small screen appearing in front of his face, a warning sign flashing menacingly
across the screen. Sighing softly, Dream's eyes scanned the area, his hand clutching the small
green and white fabric that still rested in his pocket. “But we need to find shelter soon, if we’re
lucky there should be a village near here.” Tommy sent Dream a glare, pursing his lips as the
screen disappeared from Dream's hands. Dream threw his cloak back over his shoulders, the clip
attaching with a satisfying click.

“And how are we going to find one here? I don't see anything other than sand.” Dream grunted, his
hands falling on his hips as a small smile appeared on his face.

“Well, I hope you like walking Tommy.” Tommy scoffed loudly, looking at Dream like he had just
killed his cat, Dream chuckling as he began walking away from the sun, Tommy staring at him
wildly as he stumbled to follow him, sand flying around their heads as they stumbled blindly
through the desert.

The stony wind threw its frozen embrace around Wilbur, his hair flying wildly around his face as
Phi-Red's hair remained unnaturally still in the unforgiving wind.

“Not to be rude or anything Red,” Wilbur's hand instinctively dropped on the hilt of his sword, “but
you look like an asshole.” Red let out a hardy chuckle at this, the ever-present sneer sewn into his
features as his blood red eyes remained locked on Wilbur.

“Now, now is that any way to talk to your father?” Wilbur dropped into a stable stance, his blade
screaming to be unseated from its confinements as the man slowly inched toward him.

Wilbur shifted his feet in the sand, Reds chuckle echoing in the forest as the man inched toward
him. A strange buzz filled the air, leaving a nostalgic fog in Wilbur's mind.

“No need for that son” Wilbur's fingers were numb, the buzz echoing in the trees as Red inched
closer, “I just want to introduce you to a new friend of mine.”

Wilbur's heart was beating out of his chest, he could feel his wing feathers stand on end as he
slowly inched away from the man, back to the boat, back to the ocean. He could feel the frozen
ocean water lap at his feet as Red's smile dropped to a disappointed frown.

“Oh Wilbur,” Red sighed, his voice echoing with a purr that made Wilbur's legs turn to jelly,
scrambling back into the boat before his legs went numb, he could hear Red's feet stomp in the
sand as he scrambled toward the boat.

Wilbur threw his palms onto the rough paddles of the boat, his stomach dropping as his numb
fingers refused to wrap around the stony handles, Red's smile returning as he stated confidently
toward the frozen man.

“Sorry about this mate, can't have my own son fighting agains-'' he froze, his hand shooting to his
temple and shaking his head. “No no, that can't be right.”

Wilbur jumped into action, shoving his numb hand into his mouth, tasteing copper as blood ran
down his thumb, doing the same with his other hand as Red stared shocked at the boy. Wilbur's
fingers stained the wood as they wrapped securely around the wooden paddles, his muscles
burning with the effort as his vessel hit the water, the sea spray hitting his face as he shot through
 the water, Reds figure slowly disappearing in the distance.

Wilbur's legs were still numb as muscle memory carried him over the ocean, a heavy blanket in his
mind, fighting the instinct to shoot back to the island, back into the arms that would undoubtedly
wrap him in a warm embrace as he’s carried to a warm nest where a new family would be waiting
for him, hot tears fell on the wood of the boat as la’manburge appeared on the horizon.

“SHIT!” Bad threw the chair he had been sitting on into a wall, a satisfying crunch ringing in his
ears as the egg whispered disappointingly in his ear. “Yes I understand, Red will be back soon,
pretty bird isn't far behind, I promise, we will get him back.” The room lit up with a bright red, the
light pulsing through the vines and magma cubes that littered the room, a warm satisfaction
bringing a smile to Bad's face.

Tommy pouted at the sight of the abandoned village in front of them, Dreams' own heart dropping
at the sight, the moon already rising above the horizon, blankets
from other abandoned villages already littering Dreams inventory.

“Let's make a post Tommy,” Dream sighed as he turned to a tree, beginning to cut it down with a
wooden axe as Tommy crossed his arms and smirked.

“Oh so you CAN make a house.” Dream sighed, smiling against his will as he shook his head.

“Well, yes I can, I'm just not good at it.” Tommy laughed, Dream's arms heavy with spruce planks
that he began laying on the ground.

“Your Dream Minecraft and you cant even build a house?” Dream raised an eyebrow at the child
as he began placing the plain walls.

“Yes, I'm Dream Minecraft and I cant build a fucking house, so it would be nice if a little racoon
would stop patronizing me for a second and gather that tree over there.” Dream waved idly in one
direction as Tommy stood, mouth agape staring at him, stomping off in a huff as he began
punching a tree, Dream could hear him grumbling as he carried the planks into the ever growing
pile.

Dream wrapped his body around Tommy's own, his arm draped over the child's waist as he
breathed softly against his chest, Dreams own heart growing faster with every rustle and crack that
echoed through their humble shack from outside, he watched through the glass roof as the moon
slipped over the other end of the horizon, as the sun smiled down at the still awake elytrain who
was lying down, on a dusty nest, arms wrapped tightly over his little brother who continued to
sleep soundly.

Chapter End Notes

Thinking about making this into a series, this book is getting pretty long, I hope the
quality hasn't dropped, sorry for the shorter chapter, this is all I could put without
ruining the chance for longer chapters in the future.

what would you guys like to see in this story, I know what's going to happen? I already
know what is going to happen, but what are your thoughts?
 Chapter 34
Chapter Summary

Somethings up with Wilbur, and stars are nice.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Wilbur's boat docked in the soft sand of l’manburge with a small thump smiling sadly at the figure
that stood in front of the rising sun, her soft hand leading him onto the stable ground.

“Did you get them, are they safe?” Wilbur took her hands into his own, Kristen nodded, her
bloodshot eyes still sparkling with unshed tears as she pushed her hair out of her face.

“Tommy and Dream are safe,” she stole a shaky breath, “your brothers are safe.” Wilbur pulled her
into a hug, feeling her tremble as he patted her back softly.

“You did what you could mum, Dreams’ a smart guy, he’ll figure something out.” Kristen clung to
Wilbur's chilled sweater, her legs turning to jelly as her chest burned with choked sobs.

“They're just kids Wilbur, they're just kids!” Wilbur nodded into her shoulder, feeling his heart
ache as he slowly walked with her back to the nether portal. Dark glares followed them down the
prime path, boarded up windows marring the once quaint houses that littered l’manburge.

“Hey mum?” Wilbur looked up at Kristen who was now patting the corners of her eyes with an
intricate handkerchief, feeling his heart begin racing with every step, fiddling with his fingers as
they walked, the rising sun bringing feeling back to his face as the end of the prime path came into
view. “When does cooing stop working on fledglings?” Kristen froze, her eyes darkening as she
slowly looked down at Wilbur.

“They didn't,” her voice echoed with the darkness of the void, she snatched Wilbur's arm with her
hand, dragging him through the heart of l’amanburge and through the nether portal, her pace
unyielding until she made it to snow chester.

Kristen threw her cloak over Wilbur's shoulders and dragged him into her arms, her snowy white
wings blending with the snow as they carried them into the atmosphere, Wilbur's wings tingled in
the air, his warming face becoming numb under the winter air as the lights from their house
glistened with warmth in the distance, Kristen shot in that direction, snow and sleet seeming to
avoid her as she wrapped her arms tightly around him.

“Mom? Mom, I can fly.” Kristen shook her head, her hair remaining out of her face as she glanced
down at, her eyes darkening, her chest closing in as her fingers wrapped tighter around his arms as
if he would disappear from her arms at any moment.

“No, no sweetie not yet.'' She landed on the patio, her shoes clicking against the wooden surface as
Technoblade stood, covered in netherite armor, a netherite sword glistening with enchantments in
one hand, a diamond hoe in the other, as Kristen threw the front door open, the winter air invading
the toasty home as Kristen sat Wilbur in front of the dark fireplace.
Wilbur's chest ached with nostalgia, cold nights with a doting father, the fluff of his wings covered
in snow as Phil sat them next to the fireplace and told them sto-

“Wilbur, Wilbur?” he blinked rapidly, Kristen was snapping her fingers in his face, the heat from
the fire warming his numb arms as she stood up and paced in front of him, his ears picking up
every tap of her shoe as she walked. “This isn't good, this isn't good at all.”

Wilbur's entire body was flowing with electricity, he could feel energy pulsing through his veins
with burning fire, tapping his foot on the hardwood floor as he stared at the front door. hair went
everywhere as he shook his head, the snow in his hair long melted into lukewarm water that stuck
to his forehead, Kristen was suddenly kneeling in front of him, gently pushing the bangs out of his
eyes.

“Wilbur you can't go, I know you want to, but you can't.'' Wilbur felt like his heart was going to
break, there was an itch in his chest, his fingers were tingling and his legs were practically
trembling to get back out of the house.

“What's going on?” Technoblade stood next to Kristen, glancing down at Wilbur before his head
shot back up at Kristen.

“It's the coo, while elytrains and some avians evolved the coo remained to calm our young,”
Technoblade raised an eyebrow as he glanced back at Wilbur who was shifting where he was
sitting, looking back up at Kristen with a raised eyebrow.

“Despite what you and Phil might say Kristen, Wilbur is a fully fledged elytrain.” Kristen shook
her head sprinting to a bookshelf and pulling out a large black leather bound book with a single
large feather embordered in golden thread in the front. Tossing it to Technoblade and watching as
the color faded from his face, slowly placing the book back into the bookshelf as he turned his
attention back to Kristen.

“Techno, Phil and Wilbur never had close contact; their bond is trying to pull Wilbur back to Phil.”
Wilbur's already pale face was beginning to mirror his mothers wings, Techno's own face losing
some more of its pink and taking the likeness of a drowned rat, as the storm outside seemed to roar
louder.

Dreams' heart felt like it was going to explode, a very grumpy Tommy was trying to curl back into
the nest, another growl echoing in his stomach as he finally sat up and looked down at Dream.

“You look like shit.” Tommy grumbled as he rubbed his eyes and let out a long yawn and stretched
his arms to the sky. Dream could hear some of his joints pop as Tommy smacked his lips together
and looked around the shack.

“Thank you Tommy, and good morning.” Dream smiled brightly as he dragged himself out of the
nest, walking to the dark spruce door and looking over at Tommy with a small grin. “Well, are we
going to go get breakfast or not?” Tommy groaned, flopping back into the nest and curling up in
the thin blankets, mumbling softly. Dream sighed as he crept to the edge of the nest and kneeled in
front of him with a mischievous smile. “I can start teaching you how to use a bow and arrow if you
want.”

Tommy's eyes snapped open, shooting out of the bed and through the door, all signs of fatigue
falling away as he ran out the front door, Dream yawned as he stretched his arms again.
Dream smiled under the sun, small black birds littering the top of the shack, Dream gave them a
sad smile, their normally sleek black feathers were tangled and fluffy, making them look like old
feather dusters. A crowd of small ravens flew over the horizon looking mildly ruffled but not
nearly as bad as the crows.

“Hey guys, how are ya holding up?'' From the flock came small whimpers and the occasional cry
in despair, the crows visibly curling in on themselves and snuggling up to each other. Dream sighed
sadly looking up at the mess of feathers and beaks. “Yeah, me too chat.” Dream's hand went to the
small piece of cloth in his pocket, gently pulling it out and inspecting the bright green fabric,
sighing as he pushed it on his head. “Let's do this.”

Dream threw his sword into the cows hide, his muscles burning with the strength it took as he tore
the skin away from the bones of the animal, Tommy already munching on the fresh meat from the
furnace, Dream threw the hide on the furnace, Tommy wrinkling his nose at the smell before
stomping away from the rancid smell following Dream as he plopped himself under a tree and
closed his eyes.

“I thought you were going to teach me to use a bow and arrow.” Dream opened one eye, smiling at
Tommy before closing his eye again and breathing in the fresh breeze that tickled his cheeks and
made his hair feel light.

“Don't want ya to hurt yourself, I need to make a bracer, can't have ya tearing apart your arm.”
Tommy groaned as he dropped himself next to Dream, pulling out feathers and flint from his
pockets and counting them as birdsong filled the air.

“Is it true what dad would tell me?” Dream opened his eyes again, smiling at Tommy as he
straightened up and stretched his arms.

“Well, what would he tell you man?” Tommy fiddled with a chicken feather as he stared at the
ground, Dream placed his hand on the boy's shoulder chuckling, “come on bro, don't leave me
hanging.” Tommy sighed and gently placed the feather on the ground.

“Well, he told me that there are infinite universes, that no two worlds are the same, and about all
these great places that he's been to,” Dream nodded along “I know you never left the smp, but do
you know, is it true?” Dream felt his heart melt as he dragged himself to his feet, feeling the grass
under his feet shift under his weight.

“Well, that leather is probably done, come on, I'll show you how to make a bracer.” Tommy's face
lit up immediately, shooting back to the cabin, Dream yawning as he followed the boy into the
abandoned village.

Dreams almost had a heart attack as Tommy roared with laughter in front of him, a zombie villager
hot on their heels as Tommy wrapped his arms around a dusty blast furnace, Dream screamed as he
threw himself on the zombies back, bringing out his sword and slicing the monsters head off,
falling with the zombie before picking himself back up.

“Aww Evilins going to kill me,” he stared at the blood that splattered his under outfit, “there's no
way I'm going to be able to clean all this.” Tommy had not stopped laughing but was now throwing
insults and praises in Dreams direction as the man led them back to their shack.

“And then you screamed like a little girl, that was fucking hilarious,” Dream sighed for what felt
like the thousandth time that day, his arms burning under the strength it took to cut the leather into
much smaller pieces, feeling sweat run down his neck as the blast furnace cooked his face.
“Yeah yeah laugh it up brother, just wait, one day I’ll get back at ya for scaring me to death.”
Dream wrapped the leather around Tommy's arm, the material still warm from the furnace and
smelling faintly of cooked steak as Tommy held up his arm.

“You won't get the chance big man, just watch I'll be so fast you won't even see me, once we’re
done training.” Dream tightened the strips of leather together, the sleeve fitting snugly against
Tommy's arm, Dream slumping over with a long sigh, his arms still burning under the strain.

“Alright man, it isn't anything fancy but it'll work” Tommy's eyes lit up, staring at the leather on
his arm with a toothy grin.

“Bro,” he shifted his arm, his grin growing wider with every angle, “this is badass.” Dream
chuckled, leaning forward, his elbows digging themselves into his knees and resting his head on
his hands.

“Glad you think so man, ” Dream glanced out the window, his slumped over posture straightening
up as the moon reached over the horizon. “Hey Tommy, come with me.” Dream snatched
Tommy's arm up, practically dragging him outside, their breath heavy under the summer heat, a
torch lighting up the path as the pair made their way to a soft plains.

“Alright, this place is good,” Dream placed the torch on the ground, placing his hand on the death
of his sword before stomping out the flame of the torch.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” Tommy was on the ground immediately, snatching up
the burnt out stick and glaring up at Dream. “Are you trying to get us killed?” Dream chuckled,
dragging Tommy by the arm back to his feet.

“We’ll be fine man, but you aren't seeing the big picture.” Tommy glared at Dream, the older
chuckling again as he pointed to the sky with his finger, “look up.” Tommy did as he was told, the
breath being punched out of him at the sight of the thousands of diamonds and emeralds that lit up
the sky an an endless dance of light the smile on his face growing bigger as he noticed the way the
grass was illuminated by the full moon, whooping with joy as he rolled around the earth, he could
hear Dream laughing above him before he heard him lay next to him.

“I had no idea, how are they so bright?” Dream smiled next to him, wrapping an arm over
Tommy's shoulder as he pointed toward the sky, the grass under them softer than any sort of
sheep's wool as they leaned against the trunk of an ancient oak.

“I don't know as much as Phil, but every single one of those stars is another world, a whole other
server with infinite possibilities, the smp had too many lights for you to see them properly.” Dream
heard Tommy exhale a soft wow, he couldn't describe the feelings he felt in this moment, he
wanted to cry, he wanted to laugh until his stomach hurt. He wanted to stay, he wanted to be frozen
in this moment forever.

“Hey Dream?” Dream made a hmm sound, Tommy leaning against his shoulder as he rested his
head.

“Yeah man?” Tommy's eyes sparkled with the stars, he had never given them a second thought,
never given them a second glance, never felt the need to.

“If there are infinite possibilities, do you think there are others like us?” Dreams' head perked up,
looking over at Tommy who seemed to be half asleep at this point. “Do you think, that somewhere,
there could be other elytrains out there?” Dream ran his fingers through Tommy's hair, his heart
was so light, the heavy weight left there was almost forgotten at this point.
“I guess we’ll just have to figure that out on our own now won't we?”

Dreams could feel the blood in his veins rush through his body could feel his heartbeat against his
ribcage, the small torch in his hand doing nothing to ease the panic that came with every crack and
crumble that echoed through the forest, Tommys sleeping form draped across his back as he slowly
inched back to the shack, plunging his sword into any zombie or skeleton he could see, his eyes
growing wild with every second before he slammed the door behind him, gently slipping Tommy
into the nest and wrapping him tightly in the blankets, curling up to him and slowly closing his
eyes, his heart still beating out of his chest.

Dream could see the eggshells sparkling on the edge of the void, looking up Dreams heart broke,
winged figures where throwing themselves at each other, their wings sparkling in the dim light
with knives that tore into their kind, he could feel their blood run down his cheeks like snowflakes,
could see the feathers as they fell from grace, his voice burned with a silent scream, the blood and
carnage spilling over the void, his nose burning with the smell of copper and smoke.

Dream almost screamed as someone's hand dropped on his shoulder, shooting his body in the
direction of the hand, his heart melted at the sight of a smiling Phil, no red maring his body, his
eyes sparkling with the light of the ocean.

“Dream, why did you leave me?” Phil took a step toward him, his eyes flashing red as his voice
gurgled with every syllable. hot blood running down his neck, red vines slunk along his body
running under his skin like snakes and forcing him to bleed.

“I-I ” Dream scrambled away as a winged figure fell from the sky in front of him, their body
marred beyond recognition, a small leather band still wrapped around their arm as the rest of their
body lay motionless in front of him.

“It's over Dream,” he almost jumped out of his skin, wiping his body around, his arms instinctively
going around the figure behind him desperately trying to protect the already cold child. “Come
with me, come back home.” the warm demeanor in Phils appearance was lost in the red, Dreams
breath came in short desperate gasps, Phils warm smile was gone, replaced with a smirk, the nice
cloak that the man would wear replaced with a velvet suit that glistened with the blood that fell
from the sky. The figures continued to fall, small plops echoing in his mind as Phil put his hand
out, looking at Dream expectedly, Dream's eyes slowly moved to look at the figure in his arms, his
stomach lurching as Tommy's body crumbled in his arms.

He dropped the body, sprinting past Phil and throwing himself through the void, his wings carrying
him as he flew, the air around him seemed to grow more and more heavy as he flew, he heard
wings behind him, Phil's manic smile coming closer as Dreams' wings began to fail.

“Dream” Phil's grin faded into the dark, leaving him alone in the void, “Dream!” any space began
to fall away, his wings giving up the fight as he fell through the void, reaching his hand desperately
for the small light that glittered just out of his reach.

“DREAM!” he woke with a start, Tommy's arms were burned into his shoulders, as he shook him
back and forth.

Tommy took in a shaky breath, rubbing his eyes and flopping into the edge of the nest, Dream
slowly sat up, the musty summer night air chasing away the chill of the void as he scooted toward
Tommy.

“Hey you alright man?” Tommy shook his head, snatching up the collar of Dreams shirt and
pulling him into a tight hug.
 “You were kicking and screaming, I thought you were hurt or...” Dream gently pushed the boys
head into his shoulder, feeling his chest vibrate as Tommy fell limp in his arms,

“I'm alright man,” his voice echoed with a soft purr. “you get some more sleep, I'll keep watch.”
Tommy's eyes dropped Dream shifting his body so they were both lying down, Tommy's head
resting over his heart. His eyes glued open, a sharp spike of fear shocking him any time his eyes
tried desperately to close, Phil's mutated form burned into the back of his mind.

Chapter End Notes

Important question for future chapters, dadza has stated that he is afraid of scarecrows
but would that apply to his sons as well?

Another short chapter sorry, :( hoping for longer chapters down the road.
 Chapter 35
Chapter Summary

short chapter, Quackity doesn't want to leave Dream to his own devices, so he finds a
way to follow him

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Quackity's face lay frozen on the snow, tears streaming from his face as he slowly dragged himself
back to his feet, puny black wings resting ridged on his back as he ran his pointed shoes though the
snow.

“Surprised you're still here.” Quackity almost jumped out of his skin, shooting his eyes in the
direction of the voice and seeing Drista carrying a large pile of books in her arms.

“I'm not leaving until dream comes back” Drista shrugged her shoulders, lugging the books to the
front door before looking back at Quackity.

“Well how about you stop sulking for a moment and help me with these?” Quackity groaned
before dragging himself back toward the house, stomping up the steps and holding the door open
for her.

“What are you doing with those books anyway? Technoblade already gave you full enchanted
neatherite.`` Drista shrugged her shoulders, plopping the pile on the table and pulling out the book
that rested on top of it.

“I'm trying to find out more about this server, the only writing i can find is the default diaries that
some villagers leave in their houses, but this server is ancient.” Quackity glanced over her
shoulder, hearing her groan before slamming the book closed and leaning against the chair.

“Have you looked through the stronghold?” Quackity cringed at the glare she sent him, stumbling
back slightly.

“I may be a child, but I'm not an idiot, of course I looked through the stronghold, where else do you
think I've been.” the shadows under her eyes seemed to grow darker with every word she spoke.

“You haven't found anything?” Drista put her face in her hands, her elbows sending chills down her
arms as they came into contact with the chilled wood.

“Nothing, absolutely nothing.” Quackity could feel her fatigue falling off her in waves, wrapping
his arms together as he began shifting his feet together.

“Well, I'm just gonna...” he began shifting toward the door, “call if you need anything.” Drista
groaned and dropped her head into the freshly opened book with a soft plop.

Quackity’s heart dropped when the tree came into view, there was still a crater scaring the front
lawn, snow desperately filling the land as his feet drew through the slush, feeling his foot kick a
light white object in the freshly fallen snow, his heart dropping farther as he slowly got to his feet,
 his fingers brushing over frozen porcoline and a gold chain.

The chain connected to a bright golden heart, two golden slits like voids against the glistening
metal, the charm seeming to breathe its own life as Quackity’s body breathed new life.

Stumbling back into the house, Quackity shot in front of Drista, throwing the mask and necklace in
front of her and looking at her with desperate eyes.

“I need to get these to them, please.” Drista blinked down at the trinket, slamming the book closed
and looking up at Quackity before rubbing the bridge of her nose.

“Listen man, I can get you to him, I just don't think I will be able to get you back.” Quackity felt a
thrill run through his heart.

“Let's do it, he's gonna need this.” Quackity snatched up the mask, Drista glanced down at the
charm, gently running her fingers over the cold gold and snatching it off the table before throwing
it to Quackity.

“He's going to want that as well.” the lime green cloak around her shoulders billowed at her feet as
she strut back outside, her arm reaching for the heavens before a void appeared in front of her, the
void melting into a lush forest, Quackity could see a wolf pounce on a chicken not to far from the
portal. A bright smile spread across his face as he pushed himself toward the portal, before a soft
hand stopped him in his tracks.

“Take care of them Quackity, take care of my brothers' ' Quackity gave her a curt nod, turning back
to the portal and smiling as sunshine baked his shoulders and head.

Chapter End Notes

Should I add some romance into Dreams life, or leave this story as it is with the love?

If dream found himself surrounded by people, how would the women react, or men, or
people in general, I don't mind?

So many sad things have happened omg, I hope everything works out in the end :(
 You don't adopt ducks, they adopt you
Chapter Summary

Quackity finds Dream and Tommy, Dream likes it, Tommy wants him gone.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Quackity glided through the trees, his bennie weighing heavily on his pocket as the wind wove her
fingers through his hair as his feet pressed against the sturdy branches of the ancient spruce trees
that surrounded him, his small wings caring him as he glided into a large clearing, a small modest
cabin sitting like a sore thumb against the greenery, he could see Tommy poking an arrow into a
slumped over Dreams head as he stat on the stairs in front of the door.

“Tommy, can this wait until later?” Tommy crossed his arms and glared down at the man in front
of him.

“But you prooominced!” Quackity could hear Dream sigh as he snatched the arrow from Tommy's
hand, chuckling as he got back to his feet and began strutting toward the forest.

“Well, let's get going then.” Quackity threw himself into the clearing, Dreams eyes widening at the
sight of the avian before the pair tumbled into the soft ground, Quackity wouldn't have been able to
stop himself if he’d tried, his arms wrapped around Dreams waist in an iron grip as the pair
tumbled down a steep hill and straight into a tree, Quackitys laugh echoing in the field the entire
way down.

Dream blinked multiple times as his arms wrapped around the avian, his heart fluttering at the sight
of the familiar small black wings that where attached to his back. “Quackity?” his bright brown
eyes locked with Dreams blue eyes, a small piece of the puzzle found its place.

“Hi Dream.” Quackitys voice was breathy, it felt like a string was pulled from his heart, he couldn't
move, he could feel Dreams heartbeat against his chest, could see the dark circles under the mans
eyes, he felt like Sapnap had just kissed him on the cheak, like Karl had just given him that special
smile that always bighted his day.

“Hi Quackity.” Dreams arms and legs' where made of led, his entire face was red his eyes locked
with the man in front of him, he had never realized just how deep his dark eyes truly where, how
right it felt to hold him close, how small he truly was, his heart sank, it was no wonder why Sapnap
had fallen for him.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!” Tommy scrambled down the hill, practically
throwing Quackity off Dream and dragging his brother back to his feet. “YOU STAY THE HELL
AWAY FROM HIM CREEP!” Quackitys heart shattered in his chest, he could feel the pieces cut
into his skin as he looked at the fiery eyes of the teen.

“I- I had to bring you guys some things.” HIs hand trembled as he put it into his pocket, slowly
drawing out the mask and gold chain. “ Drista got me here, but, there is no way for me to get
back.” Quackity's pleading eyes locked with Dreams clouded over ones, “please, don't leave me.”
his voice was so small, nothing compared to the demanding tone the pair was used to. Dream
blinked away the fatigue and looking down at Tommy who was still fuming.

“What do you think Tommy?” Dream put his hand on Tommy's shoulder, his ears ringing under
the birdsong as he sway lightly in the wind.

“I think he's an asshole.” Tommy crossed his arms and glared down at Quackity. Dream clutched
Tommy's shoulder tightly.

“He's like us, should we really just leave him?” Tommy wiped around, glaring at Dream with fire
in his eyes.

“No the fuck he's not, look at those little things!” Tommy's hands gestured to the small wings that
dropped to Quackity's back as his dark eyes cast themselves back to the ground.

“It wont be forever mate,” Dream kneeled in front of Tommy his hand sliding to his other shoulder
as their eyes locked. “I’ll buckle down and figure out how to open portals, then we can send him
away.” Dreams thumb gently rubbed over Tommy's cheak, “but if you don't want him around, then
that's ok, I’m sure there are tons of other admins somewhere around here.”

“Don't call me that,” Tommy began fiddling with the hem of his shirt, the soiled fabric rubbing old
dirt and grime into his pale skin, “it makes it harder to say no,”

“I'm sorry maa-n” Tommy chuckled lightly, his fingers leavening the hem of his shirt. “So, what
do you want to do?” Quackity scrambled to his feet.

“I can help you!” his legs' trembled as he stood to his feet. “I know how to cook and clean, I can do
all of that until you guys get rid of me, I promise I wont be a problem, I wont even sleep in the nest
I’ll sleep o-” Dream put his finger up, silencing the man as he turned his attention back to Tommy.

“Its your choice man, if you really don't like him, just tell me and I’ll get rid of him.” Tommy's
eyes shifted to the man in front of him, his grimace sending chills down Quackity’s spine as the
wind threw their hair through the leaves.

“You better not pull any of the shit you tried to pull last time.” Tommy grasped Dreams hand,
dragging him to his feet and smiling as he ruffled the teens golden hair. “And stay out of our nest!”
Tommy wiped back around, the smile disappearing as he pointed an accusing finger in Quackity’s
face, the man letting out a short sigh as his shoulders slumped, looking more like a puppy that had
just been kicked then the menacing man they had met.

“Alright, I’ll stay out of the way,” Quackity’s well-shined shoes dug into the loose earth as his
eyes remained downcast. “Just, please don't leave me.”

Tommy grunted, Dreams hand falling off the boys shoulder as he stomped back to the clearing,
sighing, Dream stepped in front of Quackity, the mans eyes flashing before he stumbled away from
him, Dreams hands coming up bare.

“I'm not going to hurt you Quackity,” Quackity almost glared at him, before his expression
dissolved into a disappointed glare, pulling back out the mask and chain, Dreams hands slowly
slipring them out of his fingers as he smiled and pulled the man into a tight hug. “Thank you
Quackity.” Dream pulled away slightly, his empty arm still wrapped around his shoulders. “Now
come on, I have a promise to keep, to both of you.” he began dragging the man back up the hill,
Quackity’s feet dragging along the way.

“I really wouldn't mind if you just forgot about what you said,” Dreams pace was unfaltering as
 they made their way back up the hill. “I don't hold anything against you for what happened, at least
you apologized, and its not like promises actually mean anything to anyone, I mean, everyone
breaks promises.”

“Sorry man,” the sun sparkled on the familiar mask that rested where it belonged, the hood on
Dreams head hiding the warm hair on his head. “Keeping promises runs in the family.”

Chapter End Notes

I didn't get much feedback on the last chapter so I went with what the only comment
said, it works out anyway.

Soulmates anybody?
 Chapter 37
Chapter Summary

Perhaps there is a chance for the irredeemable.

Dream gives his brother a gift.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

“You're insane,” Sam was sprinting at Technoblades heels, the taking of the pinkett's boots
echoing on the black stone walls as he strutted through the prison.

“She has escaped the egg before, it's the only lead we have.” Sam scowled at Technoblade, his
fingers gracing the chilled hilt of his sword as the cells came into view.

“Why him though? he's a piece of shit.” Technoblade hummed as he shrugged his shoulders.

“He's been sober since he came here, right? He should be sober enough to give us some sort of
aid.” Sam blocked the way as the rest of the cell came into view, his heart beating out of his chest
as Technoblade glared down at him.

‘’Don't you remember how he treated Dream? We can't have someone like that roaming the smp
freely!” Technoblade sidestepped the man, his stride unbreaking as he caught sight of Puffy's arms
dangling out the front of the cell.

“Hello, is this the Wasfound household?” Puffy's eyes glowed bitterly, her hands clenched into
fists as Schlatt sat curled up in a corner.

“I wouldn't be surprised if that bastard had decided to burn down that hellhole.” Puffy grumbled
under her breath. Technoblade’s heart almost shot out of his chest, he could see the remains of
Schlatt’s sleeves scattered across the cell, only now recognizing the red stains that littered the room
and man in the corner, Puffy standing unscratched in front of him as she spoke.

“Sam… I thought you said they were safe.” Technoblade's eyes shifted to the warden, the creeper
hybrid sweat dropping as his hands were shoved in his pockets.

“I just keep them in jail, I don't determine what they do to each other once they’re in.”
Techboblade’s fingers graced the hilt of his axe before his other hand broke into the cold stone
button beside the cell door, shoving Puffy away and kneeling in front of Schlatt.

“Are they here?” For a moment Technoblade thought he was hearing things, Schlatt’s cloudy
yellow eyes rose to meet his own, “ are any of my boys here?” Techboblade grit his teeth, his
entire body cringing as the gravely tone of the man's voice echoed through the cell.

“No, Tubbos is not here, neither is Dream.” The sad look in his eye brightened a bit, a small smile
gracing Schlatt's lips as his head lolled to the side, a bottle of water appearing in Technoblade's
hand as the man slowly fell to the floor, his impact slowed by Technos steady hand.
“That's good, they're good boys.” Techno pushed the bottle to the man's lips, Schlatt gulped the
water like it was air, the canteen empty in record time as he stared blankly at the ceiling. “They
don't belong here.”

“Um HELLO?” Now Technoblade was really cringing, Puffy stood at the doorway, Sam in her
way, sword and trident in hand as she crossed her arms, her eyes locked on him as he tended to the
wounded man. “Won't you leave it? Some of us have places to be and he’s going to be dead soon
anyway.” her foot tapped on the bitter old stone impatiently as her eyes burned holes into the men
in the corner.

“Shut up bitch.” Technoblade felt giddy as she gasped at him, slowly pulling the man with him as
he stood, Technoblade dragged himself out of the cell and into the halls as Sam began leading them
back to the entrance, Puffy reduced to a stuttering mess as they made their way down the hall.

“You know Technoblade, there is a lot more to this place, if you want then you can come back and
I can show you the maximum security part of the prison.” Technoblade grunted his arms tightening
around the man in his arms as the long tunnels seemed to go on forever.

Tubbo resigned himself in front of the prison arms crossed as he glared at the eyesore over the
ocean, no cavalry there to celebrate his fathers temporary return, no party in session to welcome
him home, just a pissed off goat and his trembling husband who was sending frantic glances in
Tubbos direction.

Sam was the first to appear from the prison, his unsettled glances shot in every direction before
landing on Tubbo and Ranboo, Puffy stomping out with him before Technoblade appeared with
Schlatt half dead in his arms, Tubbo's stomach dropped to the ground, his glare melting into a
terrified stare as Techno scrambled to Tubbo and Ranboo, Schlatt's clouded eyes sparkling with
recollection before suddenly shoving himself from the man's arms, falling to the ground with a
heavy thump and desperately dragging himself to Tubbo as he kneeled in front of him.

“I'M SORRY!” The man's cry was through blood and bone, hot gore pushing itself through his
teeth, his entire body shaking like a leaf, every syllable almost intelligible, only recognized through
the cries and tears that stained his face as he dug it into the ground. “I'm so sorry, I'm sorry I'm
sorry I'm sorry...” his body flopped to the side, his eyelids drooping, all energy already spent as he
lay in front of his son.

Technoblade sighed as his arms wrapped around Schlatt again, pulling the man into his arms as
Tubbo stared at nothing, his eyes locked where Schlatt had been a moment before.

“Hey,” Ranboo's hand pressed gently against Tubbos shoulder, the hybrid jumping at the contact
before his eyes locked with Ranboos. “It's going to be alright, he clearly won't be able to hurt
Michael and I'll keep an eye on him when you can't, we’ve been through this, you know the drill.”
Tubbo nodded, taking a deep breath before watching Techno slide Schlatt into Ranboos arms.

Schlatt woke to something tugging on his arm, is muscles restricted and made of led as moonlight
spilled over his bandaged arms and torso, a blanket haphazardly thrown on his body, doing nothing
against the winter air, a small squeaking noise made his ears twitch he moved his head to the side,
his eyes reflecting the moonlight with a soft yellow glow as he saw hooved hands trying
desperately to get the blanket across the rest of his body.

“Hey man, don't worry about that.” Schlatt slowly moved his hand to the small piglin's hoof, gently
moving it away before painfully and slowly pulling the blanket over his chest, tears itching to
escape his eyes as the child stood at the side of his bed. “See?” he gestured to the blanket with a
small smile, “I'm alright kid, you go back to bed alright?”
 Michael stared at Schlatt for a moment, his feet remaining planted on the ground before a small
yawn echoed through the room, Schatt giving him a knowing smile as he reached up and ruffled
the child's short hair.

“See, Even big kids need sleep, don't you want to be big and strong?” the child looked up from
rubbing his eye, a small smile appearing on his face as he nodded frantically, Schatt chuckling
lightly at the sight. “Then do me a favor alright, for your pops, guess.” the child looked at him
with a tilted head before slowly nodding. “You get big and strong,” Schlats eyes were locked on
the spruce and cobblestone ceiling a small smile spread on his face as Michael once again began
rubbing his eyes, “and you protect them alright kid? You keep em safe and warm, you don't let
anything get in your way alright?”

Michael felt a surge of pride well up in his chest, nodding frantically as he scrambled up to his
room, leaving Schlatt alone in the cold dark room, bitter tears staining his face as the familiar pain
began sewing itself back into his veins.

Under the very same moon, in a not so same world, Dreams heart was about to explode, his heavy,
aching, arms were wrapped tightly around his brother, a new extension of the house casting a
shadow under the full moon as he heard Quackity’s soft snores from outside the house, Dream
slowly shook Tommy awake, the boys eyes glaring at him before he shot up and stared shocked at
Dream.

“How in the fuck are you still awake? I know sure as hell you didn't get any sleep last night!”
Tommy's voice was that of a whispered yell, Dream chuckling softly as his hand reached into his
pocket, a golden chain connected to the hardcore heart, Dreams gave Tommy a tired smile as he
slowly pulled it over his head before ruffling the boys wild hair.

“Tommy, I want you to look after that, I don't know what it is but I really want you to keep it on,
please.” Tommy's glare remained unfiltered as he pulled Dream back into the nest, forcing the man
to lay down with him as he curled up into Dream's stomach.

“Please sleep, Dream, please,” his heart broke at his brother's plea, hammering heavily at his
ribcage as his eyes remained glued open, the blissful sleep remaining afar as the man watched the
next sunrise.

Chapter End Notes

kind of thinking about adding some major character death, would Schatt's death be
considered major character death tho? idk, I'll let you guys decide in the comment
section.

Or should I just kill Puffy and call it a day? Really starting to get sick of her and I'm
the one who made her like this, *smack's forehead*
 How to seduce an elytrain... I think
Chapter Summary

Dream has a mental breakdown and Quackity just wants to bond with him.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

“Hey Dream, come get some food!” His eyes rose from where they were locked on the book in his
lap, the warm sun smiling through his window and casting a gentle warmth through his hood and
making the crown of his head burn.

“In a minute!” Dreams' finger dragged across the page, his eyes frantically darting across the
paragraph before he heard the door behind him swing open, Quackity fiddling with his fingers as
his feet shuffled on the cold dark wood.

“Tommy told me to come get you.” Dream felt a small smile grace his face as his erratic heart rate
morphed into a warm glow, chuckling softly Dream slowly closed the book on the oak desk, the
chair scraping under him as he stretched for the sky with a long groan.

“Honestly should have known he wouldn't let it go,” Dream slowly put his hand on Quackity’s
shoulder, gently guiding him back through the door and outside where Tommy stood with a steak
in his hand, two plates resting on the warm furnace that sat next to the boy as he looked up at
Dream with a smirk.

“Took you long enough big man.” Dream rolled his eyes, dropping next to Tommy as he was
handed a still hot plate, the warm tender meat falling apart in his mouth as he took a bite and
looked up at Quackity, standing at the door frame, steak untouched as he stared into the horizon,
sad eyes glancing in his direction momentarily before shooting back to the horizon.

“So Dream, how has your search been going?” Dream smiled down at Tommy, the sunset
illuminating their hair in a rainbow of color as the trio continued to eat.

“It's odd, I had assumed that his server had been abandoned but all the literature in the libraries is
way too, well...” Tommy looked away from his steak, Dream wiping his hands on his cloak as he
looked up at the violet horizon. “The libraries are full of recent entries. I found a diary that had an
entry from less than a month ago.”

“Well that's good right?” Dream looked over at Tommy, “we can find the admin and leave this guy
with them.” Tommy gestured toward Quackity, the avian flinching with a grimace but not looking
away from the horizon, the cold steak long forgotten on top of the cool furnace.

“I don't know about that Tommy,” Dream shot a pitying glance at Quackity, “this guy, the admin,
he's not a good person.” Tommy nodded.

“So what do we do, stay in hiding until we have to leave?” Dream shook his head, grunting and
pushing his hands on his knees as he stood up.

“We have to leave, this guy is bad news,” Tommy scowled at his brother before shooting up from
his spot.

“What are you talking about? Wouldn't he have already beat our asses if he thought we were a
threat?” Dream shook his head as he turned to the door, and opened it, pulling out a chest and
shoving all the blankets from the nest inside, Quackity disappearing into his area of the house.

“I know this guy, he's just bad news Tommy.” Tommy wilted as Dream turned away from him,
crossing his arms and watching as Dream shoved their nest into a chest.

“Now you're acting like him too.” Tommy grumbled under his breath, Dream pausing his work and
staring at Tommy with a tense gaze.

“What are you talking about Tommy?” the boy stared at Dream with a tense jaw, his hands
dropping to his hips.

“You’re starting to act like Phil too! what happened?” Dream glanced around the house as if the
admin might pop up through the walls at any moment.

“Tommy, in case you haven't noticed we are kinda stuck in an unfamiliar world with no way out, I
think it would be a bit inhuman for me to not act a bit tense.”

“Tence doesn't even begin to describe it Dream!” Tommy stomped into his face, harshly jabbing
his finger into Dream's chest, the man stepping back with each rough poke. “You are jumpier than
a kangaroo rat, you are constantly studying, you never SLEEP!”

Dream gently moved his hand to push away Tommy's own, the boy pushing the gentle nuge away
as he continued to talk.

“You're constantly working, you keep creeps around, and your nerves are shot!”

“I wonder why”

“Don't you start getting sassy with me Dream!” Dream put his hands up in surrender, his shoulders
drooping with a sigh.

“Honestly Tommy, I have tried getting some sleep, I really have.” Tommy rolled his eyes, turning
around and walking back outside.

“Well you can go on without me, I'm sick of being treated like a child.” Dreams' heart did a
backflip though his ribcage, twilight was sinking into the horizon, the early evening air biting his
skin as he chased after the boy, his fingers catching his shirt, the soft fabric doing nothing to his
erratic lungs.

“Please don't go Tommy.” Tommy froze his eyes locking onto Dreams as he kneeled in front of his
little brother. “Please Tommy, I wouldn't be able to survive something like that.” Tommy dropped
to his knees, his hands clutching Dream's shoulders as his fingers tangled around Tommy's shirt.

“Hey, hey big man, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that, I didn't mean it, I swear.” Dreams face was
obscured with his hood. “Hey let's just get back inside alright, it's getting late.” Dream shook his
head into Tommy's chest.

“Please Tommy, don't leave, we’ve lost so much, too much.” Dream's hands removed themselves
from Tommy's shirt, capturing the boy into a tight hug as Dream shoved his face into Tommy's
shoulder.
Small pieces of ash scattered into the atmosphere as Tommy's head leaned against Dream's
shoulder, soft snores escaping his mouth as Dream wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulders.

“That tired hm?” Dream looked up at Quackity who was gazing into the fire, his shoulders squared
against the wind as he gave him a small tense smile.

“Yeah, he's been through a lot of shit over the past couple weeks.” Quackity chuckled softly.

“I guess I didn't help much with that haha.” Quackity gave him a sad smile shuffling in his spot
under Dreams' masked gaze.

Dream sighed, pulling Tommy into his arms as he stood to his feet, the dry grass under his boots
crunching as he walked up to the hose where a small nest rested. Reappearing with two blankets.

“Can't let us get sick so close to moving day.” Quackity nodded, accepting the blanket with a smile
and curt nod, Dream gently draping it over his shoulders and moving to his place in front of the
fire.

“Are you sure about this Dream? I mean I don't think I've ever seen you make a portal before, and I
know how much you like that server.” Dream nodded as he grumbled.

“You know an awful lot about me don't you?” Quackitys heart dropped slightly, Dreams' eyes not
leaving the fire. “Honestly man, I have no idea what I'm doing, I'm just making things up as I go, I
don't even know how to make a portal to the void, much less to a portal to a world.”

Quackity looked over at Dream with an aghast stare, his mouth hanging agape as he clutched the
fabric of his soiled pants.

“What are you talking about?” he shot up from his place, glaring down at the man who had yet to
move. “What the hell have you been doing this entire time!” Dream let out a deep sigh, slowly
looking up at Quackity with a worn out look.

“I know Quackity, I've read the runes, I've memorized the scriptures, so theoretically I should be
able to make a portal right?” Quackity nodded, his arms resting on his chest as Dream slowly rose
to his feet. His arm rising to the heavens as their ears were met with silence, his arm dropping back
to his side and glancing over his shoulder at the disheartened man behind him, “we might be stuck
here forever, and its all my fault.”

Quackity dropped his arms, slowly making his way to Dream and leaning against his arm, he could
feel his heart break as waves of sadness radiated from the man next to him.

“Perhaps you simply aren't getting enough sleep Dream, using admin privileges takes a lot of
energy.” Dream sighed, walking back to where he had been sitting before, on the wood and
catching his face into his hands with a soft shake of his head.

“Even if that was the problem, I literally can't sleep Quackity, I've tried, but just the idea of going
to sleep makes me anxious beyond what you could believe.” Quackity slowly walked to Dream,
slipping to where Tommy had been previously, and patting him gently on the back.

“I'm sure there is some way for you to get some sleep.” Dream shook his head again, his hand
reaching behind his head and unclicking the mask from his face and allowing the porcelain to drop
to his lap, the dark circles under his eyes like the void in the firelight.

“I wish I could believe you man, I really do.” Dream rubbed his face in his hands, a depressing sigh
escaping his mouth, Quackity stood back up, the blanket falling on the ground as he held his hand
out to Dream.

“Come on, no need to stress yourself out Dream.” his face left his hands, raising an eyebrow at the
now blushing man.

“What are you doing?” Quackity could feel the hair on his neck stand on end, gulping down the
frog in his throat and shaking his outstretched hand.

“Come on, lets dance.” Dream stared at Quackity for another moment before letting out a long sigh
and getting back to his feet, his own blanket sinking to the ground as he took Quackity’s hand into
his own, the avian beaming as he pulled Dream close.

Dream grunted as Quackity’s foot stepped on his own, his hands becoming cold and clammy as
they wove around the smoldering campfire, the clumsy step leaving Dream a delirious giggly mess
as Quackity flushed, his eyes glaring over Dreams shoulder, he could smell pine and spruce on his
cloak, he smelt like long walks in the forest and snowball fights.

Dreams face was glowing, all the blood rushing to his face as the clumsy dance turned into a much
more delicate waltz, their feet syncing with each other along with their hearts, the blush they
shared slowly fading away into a more content harmony, their light chuckles morphing into a
mellow glow.

Dream slowly ran his hand down Quackity’s arm, gently taking his hand into his as he hummed a
soft melody, the words long gone in time and yet so familiar as he lost himself in the arms of the
most beautiful man he had ever seen.

This was stupid, and he knew that, Sapnap and Karl had outright laughed at him when he had
asked them to dance with him, surely Dream would push him away, soon he would double over in
laughter and wipe away a small tear before calling him stupid and strutting off to the cabin where
Tommy would be waiting for him.

Quackity’s mind went blank as a soft baritone hum echoed through the plains, a gentle hand taking
his own as the god in front of him began rocking him from side to side.

The laughter returned, the soft rocking transforming into a funky bop, Dream taking Quackity’s
hands into his own as they hoped through the long grass, small flirty glances thrown from both
ends, Quackity’s hand exploring down south before Dream caught it with a laugh and moved it
back to the small of his back.

Dream let go of one of Quackity’s hands, grasping his other hand tightly as he led the handsome
devil into a short pirouette before catching him by the small of his back with a small smirk, he
could feel Quackity’s breath against his lips as the pair leaned close to each other, their hearts
beating in sync, so close, they were so clo- Dream could see Sapnap staring heartbroken in front of
him, Karl's own rage echoing in his mind as he pulled away, taking Quackity’s hands into a soft
hold and looking him in the eye.

“I think you should save yourself for your fiancé's.” Quackity’s own mind flashed with the
memories, Sapnap and his flirty grin, Karl and his oh so addictive touch, he dropped his hands
from Dreams and nodded.

“Yeah, them.” Dream took one of Quackity’s hands, his heart smoldering in the campfire as he
pulled Quackity into a soft embrace, planting a small kiss on his forehead and looking him in the
now dull dark brown eyes.
 “Let's do this again, Quackity.” the man nodded, his heart laying shattered on the ground as they
walked back up to the house, Dream giving him a small smile as he made his way back into the
house.

Chapter End Notes

Just realized I had forgotten to tittle the last couple chapters, sorry guys.
longer chapter pog tho.
 The first choice
Chapter Summary

Dream and Quackity never where the first choice.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Dreams' hair wiped wildly behind his head as his arms wrapped uselessly around themselves,
doing nothing to protect him from the sharp spikes of glacial fire. Tommy's grunts echoed in his
head as they trudged forward, Dreams' cloak resting firmly on his shoulders as Quackity's own
cloak lay secure on his skinny frame.

“Would have been nice for you to tell me that you didn't know how to make a portal jackass!”
Dream sent Tommy a pleading look as he dragged himself through the frozen tundra, the wind
whistling through his ears, almost drowning his brother out.

“I know Tommy, I'm sorry!” Dream watched Quackity send Tommy a death glare as snowflakes
began appearing around the trio.

“Now is not the time to argue, we need shelter if we hope to get back home one day!” Quackity
sprinted to Dream’s side, Dream stopping and wrapping his wings around the pair as the previously
distant mountains loomed menacingly over them.

“Over there!” Dream followed Tommy's gloved finger, his face brightening at the gaping cave that
sat abandoned at the foot of the mountain.

“Good job Tommy!” Dreams' wings blocked the worst of the wind from the pair as they dragged
themselves through the knee high fluff, Dreams fingers running over the heavy, rough, bitter
boulder that sat next to the cave.

The trio sat in a triangle as Dream emptied his pockets, handing his friends each small bags of beef
jerky, dropping dry sticks in between the pair and passing Quackity a flint and steel.

“You get a fire going, I'm going to secure the area.” Quackity gave him a curt nod, Tommy
scowling at the pair as he nibbled on a small piece of beef jerky.

Dreams' muscles tore apart as the boulder slowly moved into place, the howling wind behind it as
he slapped his sore hands together and smiled down at the lit fire that sat where he had left the
wood. Groaning softly, Dream kneeled in front of the fire, reaching into his inventory, pulling out a
blanket and throwing it over Tommy's already covered shoulders as he leaned backward, feeling
his joints give satisfying cracks all along his body as the cave remained unnaturally still beyond
the crackling of the fire.

“We can't stay here long.” Dreams' eyes landed on Quackity, the avian poking a stick into the fire
as it crackled softly. “There is little to no ventilation in here, we don't want to go this far and then
die of carbon monoxide poisoning.” Dream sighed softly, shaking his head and looking over at
Tommy who was hunched over.
“I'll take the first watch, you two get some sleep, we leave at dawn.” Dream snatched a large stick
from the fire, reaching into his inventory, pulling out a crafting table and putting it on the ground a
small wooden pickaxe appeared in his hand.

“There is no way in hell I'm sharing a nest with this asshole.” Quackity sighed as he took a small
arm full of blankets and threw them into a corner, dropping himself into the rushed nest. Tommy
sent one last glare at the corner before staring at Dream, his brother had his back turned to him, the
torch in his hand casting a dark shadow over his small nest, a light orange aura shimmering around
him.

“You need to get some sleep Tommy, we have a long day ahead of us.” Tommy groaned as he
curled up in the nest, his brother's arms were not wrapped around him, there was no moonlight in
this hellhole, no promise of a better day to lull him into a peaceful rest.

The next day was much the same, their legs burned and broke with every step, Tommy's arms
wrapped around Dreams neck as his legs dangled at his sides, his head resting on one of his arms
as he snored softly into his brother's ear. The stars glitter softly in the sky as Quackity stared at the
blank mask that rested on Dreams face.

“Dream, I think we’ve gone far enough, come on, let's make camp.” Dream glanced at the clearing
that Quackity’s hand gestured toward, the moon illuminating the dark green of the sand with a soft
blue.

“We can't Quackity, once this guy finds us, we’re doomed” Quackity stepped in front of Dream, a
sad smile falling across his face as he gently moved his hand to hold his cheek.

“And we will cross that bridge when we get there, come on, let's get moving.” Dream blinked
rapidly behind his mask, Quackity must have put a spell on him, the moon was highlighting his
ruffled black hair magicly, a small blue highlight making his eyes somehow look brighter than
they normally would as his cloak was illuminated with a bright blue halo.

“Fucking Sapnap,” he chuckled as Quackity’s hand slowly moved away from his face, “he has no
idea how lucky he is to have found you, and Karl.” Quackity let out a soft chuckle as he rubbed the
back of his head.

“Are we going to get going or are you going to stare at me all night?” Dream shook his head
rapidly, he had no idea when Quackity had moved away from him and begun clearing the area of
dry grass and sticks.

“R- right.” Dream reached into his inventory, pulling out a blanket and throwing it neatly on the
ground, gently moving Tommy on the soft sheet before moving to help Quackity, collecting the
sticks and placing them in the middle of the clearing where there was a small sandy patch,
Quackity quickly surrounding the patch with rocks before pulling out flint and steel, his face soon
warmed by a bright orange flame. “What happened to your lighter?”

Quackity jumped as his head shot to look at the man behind him, his heart calming as he watched
the man slowly move Tommy’s still sleeping form into his lap.

“Well, I guess it was left in my other clothes, the ones at your house.” Dream hummed, his hand
reaching behind his head and clipping the mask off as his eyes sparkled in the starlight, Quackity
had heard stories about how the first elytrains were gods from his mother, he had not believed her
until now.

`Man, I wish Tommy were awake right now,” Dream chuckled softly, his fingers weaving
themselves though his brother's hair, the small fledgling purring softly before falling silent once
more. “He would have loved this view.”

“If you want to wake him up, I don't think I would mind the view he has now.” Quackitys face
flushed at his own words, Dream sending him a shocked stare before letting out a series of
wheezing laughter.

“Wow, you sly dog,” Dreams eyes sparkled in the moonlight, “it's no wonder you managed to reel
in two of the biggest chads in the server.” Quackitys hunched over posture straightened slightly as
he smirked over at the man.

“I wouldn't mind making you the third.” Dreams blood ran through his body, straight to his face, a
small chuckle escaping him before the soft smile returned to his face.

“Dude, you need to stop that, if this keeps up I might end up falling for you, I dont think Sapnap
would take kindly to me fucking his fiancé while he's trying to save his dad.” Quackity felt a pang
of depression ring through his body, his face dropping as he pulled his knees up to his chin.

“You wanna know something Dream?” Dream glanced at the disheartened man before he
straightened up and kept his eyes locked on him. “I was never either of their first choices.” Dream
stared at the man for a moment.

“What do you mean?” Quackity let out a soft chuckle, reaching up and pulling off his hat, letting it
land on the ground with a soft thump.

“I understand why you don't get it, it took me a while to figure it out myself, but I was never their
first choice.” Dream nodded his head, his fingers curling around the soft dusty ground as the fire
cracked through his ears.

“Are you sure? I mean, you three always looked so happy!” Quackity laughed, he laughed through
the trees and the sky.

“Yeah, they were always flaunting each other, constantly kissing in public, giving each other gifts,
going on dates, all that lovey dovely shit.” Dream gently took Quackity’s arm, leading him to lean
on his shoulder as the soft spring air of the oak wind biome made the fire in front of them dance.
“And I was always following them, or not there at all, I should have known honestly.”

Dream chuckled softly, his hand coming up to gently pat Quackitys head. “I understand how you
feel, despite how it looked, Puffy was never a good mom to any of us, the lack of love from
someone who should be loving you unconditionally really brings you down.”

Quackity snuggled into Dreams side, feeling the man wrap his wing over his back as he sunk into
the man's embrace, Dreams own head resting softly on top of his own.

“You wanna know something Quackity, somewhere out there, there's someone that will give you
the love we deserve.” Quackity glanced up at Dream, his dark eyes reflecting the firelight with a
honey glow.

“How can you be so sure?” Dream had not felt so content in so long, his brother was safe, a
beautiful man was there under his wing, a man who was warm, a man who was strong.

“It happened for me didn't it?” Dream's eyes locked onto his. “There's someone out there man,
someone who is ready to love you until the end of time, someone who would go to the ends of the
earth to keep you safe.” The stars sparkled brightly above their heads.
 “One day, we will be the first choice.”

Chapter End Notes

Bit of an early update before the end of the weekend, who should I kill off? I mean,
Puffys already dead in my eyes, so I'm gonna kill her soon, but who else should die?
 The Blood God
Chapter Summary

Drista and Technoblade study in a library

Wilbur cant sleep.
and a little something else at the end.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

The library shimmered with candlelight, a man with stark pink hair hunched over a large pile of
leather bound books as his fingers ran through his long tangled locks with practiced precision, his
scalp numb to the feeling, his eyebrows scrunching up, the words becoming incoherent in his mind,
falling from the page and onto the table as all sense disappeared from the text, his hands balling up
into fists in his hair before sweeping the books off the old oak table with a mighty swing of his
arm, his hands supporting his body as his fingers turned white with their grip, holding the edge of
the table like a lifeline.

“No luck with you either?” a young woman donning a long emerald cloak strutted into the dim
room, a heaping mass of books weighing her down as she lugged them through the hall before
plopping them onto the table.

“No, not yet.'' His ears twitched as a piece of gravel fell from the ceiling, the rock landing to the
ground with a soft clatter as the woman stretched out her arms, the popping of her back echoing
through the library as she placed a gentle hand on the man's shoulder.

“I think it's time for us to retire for the night, studying is a boomer anyway.” the man chuckled at
her joke, his deep red eyes surveying the stark shelves once more before nodding.

“Yeah, let's pick it back up tomorrow.'' The man turned around, leaning down as he snatched up
the rough wooden chair that had fallen to the ground and pushed it back under the table before
stretching his own arms.

Dristas hair sat tucked under her cloak as the horse clamped down the prime path, Technoblades
callused hand wrapped around the lead wrapped around the horses neck as the stars sparkled dimly
through the clouds, passerbys walked with their heads down, a quiet murmur sprinkling the ghost
town as the occasional brave individual sent them pleading gazes, Sapnap had clung to Carl for
over an hour, tears falling to the ground as he begged for Dream to come home, his desperate voice
echoed through their heads as the nether portal came into view.

“Not what you were expecting when you found your dad, hm?” Dristas eyes landed on the man in
front of her, the smell of sulfur and dust clouding her senses as they stumbled through hell,

“I didn't even know what we were looking for, I tried asking but the question just made her sad, we
were already always stressed and I didnt want to add to that.” Technoblade hummed.

“I bet you guys saw some pretty impressive worlds during your journey.” she smiled softly, a small
chuckle echoing softly.
“We did, and I was more than happy to call some of those places home, especially in the
beginning.” Technoblade glanced over his shoulder at Drista, her fingers tightening over the reins.
“I had a lot of friends and I always thought we had found whatever she had been looking for, so
when we finally found it I didn't know how to feel.” Technoblade nodded, turning his head back to
the path ahead, eyes locking on the portal in front of them.

“That's understandable, never being able to settle would mess with someone's head, it wasn't very
fair for her to do that to you.” the heat of the nether melted into the biting cold of a snowstorm, he
glared at the golf ball sized flakes, unclipping the cape around his shoulders and throwing it to the
lady on the horse.

Technobade slammed the door closed before wiping the snow off his shoulders, sighing as he
plopped next to the fireplace and pulled out his book, Carl safe in the stables and Drista already
curled up in Tommy's old nest.

“You can't sleep either?” His heart shot out of his chest, Wilbur was standing at the threshold of
Phil's room, his arms wrapped over his chest as tremors shot through his body.

“I'm used to it.” Wilbur nodded, shuffling his feet through the house and plopping on the couch.

“Lucky.” his head dropped against the back of the cold couch, his eyes half lidded as his labored
breath echoed through the house. Techno let out a short sigh, rising to his feet, his boots clacking
softly on the floor, before gently guiding Wilbur back to his feet, sitting on the chair before Wilbur
sat next to him, their skinny frames allowing both of them to share the chair without the
awkwardness of sitting in the others lap.

“Try to get some sleep, Wilbur, I won't let anything get to ya.” Wilbur exhaled softly, his head
landing on Techno's shoulder in a familiar manner as the pair stared into the soft light of the
fireplace.

“I miss dad.'' His voice was soft and broken, His eyes blinked multiple times, each time becoming
slower before they didn't open again.

“I miss him too.” Kristen stood behind the couch like a soft shadow, her arms crossed over her
chest as she watched the unwavering man guard his brother, silent as death itself, her feet didn't
touch the ground as she moved, no breath echoed through the house other than the soft snores of
Wilbur and the rough breath of Technoblade.

Techno almost jumped out of his skin when he felt a hand rest on his head, his energy pouring out
of his body like a waterfall as he sank into the soft overstuffed chair, the book falling uselessly to
his lap, her chuckle lighting up the dark atmosphere with a warm glow.

“You cant even relax in the next life, can you old friend?” Techno let out an extended sigh, his arm
slowly moving to go around Wilbur's shoulder.

“I was hoping you would be there eventually, so I decided to keep an eye on these guys while I was
waiting, but you never came back.” Kristen gave him a sad smile, moving her hand to run it
through his hair.

The world melted around him, the soft orange and plush chair melted into an all encompassing
void, the warmth from Wilbur's body falling into a bitter cold that nipped at his nose and attacked
him relentlessly.

The cold melted away as a small warm light wove through his chest, veins webbing away from the
 light as Technoblade found himself taking tentative steps though the void, a warm red smile
greeting him as Kristen's own light glowed in her chest, a long line weaving from the light, another
line appearing from Techno's own light before they intertwined together.

Techno woke with a start, the fireplace’s warmth replaced with a bitter cold that poured through
the room and chilled him to the bone, the chair he sat on all too spacious and cold as the door hung
wide open, snow pouring into the house as his body lay immobile on the chair.

Chapter End Notes

Technoblade with wings?

Winged Technoblade?
In MY fanfiction!?

its more likely then you think:)

 Lady Death
Chapter Summary

Wilbur's condition is getting worse but at least someone is having fun

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Kristen sucked in the bitter air as her scythe collided heavily with the diamond sword of the demon
in front of her, her muscles burning, her eyes trained on his wicked face, snow and mist freezing
her cheeks, the red hue of the demon's eyes casting an eerie glow over his soft features.

“KRISTEN!” The air in her lungs fell away, her eyes swinging to meet Technoblades before
parrying another attempted blow to her stomach, swinging her scythe in the air before striking for
his head, her eyes widening as his sword met her scythe .

“WILBUR IS IN THE FOREST, ANT IS WITH HIM!” Technoblades bones turned to stone, his
eyes becoming blown as Bad's other hand pulled a small dagger out of his pocket, thrusting itself
into her side, golden blood poured from the wound like a shower of coins, “GO!”

The forest was an ominous shadow over Wilbur as he wandered aimlessly through the land, he
knew someone was with him, someone who promised to lead him to his father, someone with a
soft sweater that almost melted through his fingers as snowflakes danced around them.

“Wilbur?” his heart lurched as the man in front of him put his hand on his shoulder. “Where are
you going?” his feet were frozen to the barren ground, he wasn't supposed to be here was he,
Where even was he? It was cold here, he never liked the cold, his dad would make him warm.
Where was his dad?

“I’m taking him to his dad Technoblade, you should come with us, it would be fun!” he could hear
boots crushing the snow behind him, the cold hand pressed deeper into his shoulder before
something pushed it away and was replaced with a much warmer hand. Wilbur was pushed away
from the man with the sweater, away from the man who knew where his dad was.

“He's not going anywhere but back home, I suggest you do the same before you get hurt Ant.'' The
cat hybrid's eyes glistened with a dark light, a smile that came as more of a grimace spreading
across his face as a sardonic, mutated chortle began echoing through the forest.

“I don't think you understand Technoblade, I need to bring Wilbur back to his father very soon, I
know you’ve seen it,” his eyes gleamed like hell fire in the shivering forest, “He's going downhill,
he won't last much lo-”

“ANT WE NEED TO MOVE NOW!” the demon shot past Techno and Wilbur snatching Ants
sleeve and dragging him away, “ITS DEATH, ITS DEATH!” The mist surrounded them like a
curtain, the pair disappearing in the shadows.

“Are you boys alright?” Kristen appeared at the other side of the tree line, her hand covering her
bloody side. Wilbur stumbled toward her, using her arm as support as he sucked in the bitter winter
 air.

“They ran before they could do any damage, ” Technoblade mentality sighed with relief as Wilbur
and he began following her back to the house, Drista stood gasping at the front door, greeting them
with hot cups of tea and the familiar smiley face mask.

“What did you do?” Kristen turned her attention away from her hot cup of tea and toward Wilbur
who was staring blankly into his cup.

“Nothing time will forget, and nothing permanent, how are you holding up?” Wilbur let out a soft
sigh, slowly bringing the hot tea to his lips and gently sipping the hot liquid.

“I miss my son, I wonder what he's doing right now.” He pressed his chin into his hand, Kristen
gave him a soft smile and patted his shoulder.

“I could check if you want, I know how to do that,” Wilbur raised an eyebrow at her, “hey how do
you think I met your father?” Wilbur sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

“Alright, if you could.” Kristen brightened, a screen appearing in front of her, small shapes
appearing in her ears as an image shown on the screen, Wilbur recognized the onion hat and wild
curly brown hair of 5up before Kristen turned the screen away from him.

“He's headed home with this 5up guy, its sunset over- oh- oh my- we-...” Kristen closed out the
screen, Wilbur's head shooting in her direction as the shapes in her ears disappeared, her eyes
closed. “Wilbur, how, well, did Fundy ever finish his transition?” Wilbur could feel his ears burn
red.

“I don't know, we haven't been very close recently.” He could see sweat forming on Kristen's
forehead as she leaned forward, her chin resting on her hands as her elbows dug into her knees, a
strained smile appearing on her face.

“How would you feel about being a grandparent?” she opened her eyes to a red faced Wilbur,
Technoblade standing at the doorway behind him, his discarded potato lay abandoned on the floor
as his mouth hung open.

Chapter End Notes

Finally made a ship cannon, a shame it was all off-screen, what do you guys want to
see next?
 Goat dad is good dad.
Chapter Summary

Technoblade and Wilbur bond.

Schlatt is just doing his best

and Puffy is a bitch

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Technoblade was going to apologize to Dream, and Tommy, had he known how much growing
wings had hurt, he would have tried a lot harder to help them, his face pressed into the overstuffed
couch cushions as his back burned with the fires of hell.

“Are you alright man?” Wilbur appeared beside the couch, his clammy hands fiddling with the
hem of his shirt, his all too pale face staring down at him with dull brown eyes.

“I’m sorry that I ever doubted how much this hurts,” Wilbur smiled softly, glancing down on
Technos figure before slowly moving his hand to gently massage his back.

“Hey, don't worry about it man,” Wilbur shushed him, a small light appearing into his dull gaze.

“Dad says that if you don't get this done then it could affect the wings.” Technoblade twisted his
head to glare over at him.

“He's not my dad Will” Wilbur practically shoved his hand into Technos face.

“We literally shared an egg, Techno, pink hair or not, you are my brother.” Techno couldn't stop
the small smile that appeared on his face if he tried.

In a different cabin, where a soft rug would meet your steps along with a serene looking room, a
goat man is being held captive by a stubborn, albeit adorable, piglin hybrid who shoved his book
into Schlatts face once more.

“Hey little man,” the drowsy man sat up from his bed, arms and legs buzzing with a phantom pain.
“What are you doing here?” he mentaly slapped his forehead, the answer was right in front of him
in bold colorful letters, Michael seemed to have brightened at the attention and was now hopping in
place. “I don't know man, are your parents ok with it?” Michael pouted before struggling to drag
himself on the dusty bed. “HEY HEY HEY don't hurt yourself.” Schlatts hands caught the boy
under his arms, the pain becoming a reckoning as his eyes widened, his entire body shaking with
the struggle of dragging the child into the bed.

Michael looked up at him with sad eyes, his hands moving into his lap as he looked down and
began fiddling with his sleeves. Letting out a defeated sigh before slowly beginning to shuffle off
the bed.

“Hey kid, you’re already up here,” he scooted to the cold wall, Michael brightening as he shifted
under the blanket and onto Schlatt’s lap, placing the small book down and opening it to the first
page, Schlatt sighed before pulling out his wired glasses and placing them on his nose, mumbling
under his breath for a moment before dragging his finger along the page, reading allowed as
Michael followed along, staring intently on the page as he read.

Schlatt’s eyes scanned the attic, toys strewn across the floor, soul lanterns hung crooked in the air,
the blue light dimmed with months of dust, he could recall hearing Tubbo ranting to, what was his
name again? Ranboo about the mess.

With a soft sigh, Schlatt kneeled down and began scooping up the abandoned stuffed animals,
kicking up the wooden box in the corner before allowing them to plop randomly in the corner,
rolling his shoulders lightly and cracking his neck, he made his way back down the ladder, the
well worn wood chilling his fingers to the touch.

“What are you doing up there?” Puffy met him on the floor, despite her being a foot shorter than
him, she had always seemed to tower over him.

“I- I just want to help where I can.” Her shrill laughter burned his ears, the appendages flattening
themselves against his head as his eyes dropped to the ground,

“You won't be able to fix what you fucked up Schlatt, seriously, you should just come with me and
get a drink.'' His eyes flickered away from her and over to Tubbo’s work desk, papers piled a foot
off the table as the boy's head lay on top of a neat stack of paperwork, a quill lay next to his still
balled up fist.

“I think I’ll have to decline that invitation Puffy,” he walked over to the couch, taking up an
abandoned comforter from the family's game night and gently putting it over his shoulders. “It's my
fault he's like this, the least I can do is make it easier on him, don't want him going down the same
path.” he let out his own laughter, soft and airy as Puffy tapped her hoof on the wooden planks.

“You're different when you're sober, come on,” she tilted her head to the door, “let's get back
home, there's probably still vodka in the basement.” she said the last part in a singsong voice,
Schlatt cringed at the thought, being drunk, the bitter taste echoing on his tongue, drunk enough
for the pain to fade, enough for him to cause pain to others, Dreams terrified face as he held Tubbo
close.

“I don’t think I’m going to drink for a long time Puffy, you have fun though.” she looked like he
had just waved a picture of Phil and Dream in her face.

Her scoff was rough and haughty, “well, I'll save you a bottle, don't want you dyeing of arm and
leg pain.” he ducked his head as the door slammed behind her.

Schlatt let go of the breath he didn't know he had been holding, looking back down at the sleeping
boy with a soft smile, his eyes rising and locking on the broom in the corner, snatching it up wasn't
the problem, the pain that shot through his arms and legs while he was going back up the ladder
was another story.

“Wow, this looks great!” Schlatt’s attention was forced away from the organized pile of stuffies,
seeing Ranboo with a half asleep Michael in his arms as he pulled himself up the ladder. “Did you
do this?” he tried to stuff himself into the corner as Ranboo pulled himself into the room.

“W-well I” Ranboos face brightened, dropping Michael into Schlatts arms before scrambling back
to the trapdoor and shoving his head through it, seeing his living room from an upside down point
of view.
“HEY TUBBO, COME SEE WHAT SCHLATT DID!” His anxiety took a skydive, Michael had
his head resting against his chest, he could hear Tubbos sluggish steps as he dragged himself away
from his bedroom.

“Take him back.” Schlatt gestured to Ranboo who was now sitting up and marveling at the much
brighter soul lanterns.

“What why?” His heart was about to beat out of his chest, Michael was so small, so soft, he
couldn't hold him, he didn't have the right, he didn't.

“Please, take him.” his ears perked up as he heard Tubbo make his way up the stairs, scrambling to
the trapdoor and meeting him as the boy made his way into the room. “Here, take this.” Tubbo
glared at Schlatt before practically snatching the child from his arms. “Thank you Tubbo, I'll go
now.'' He moved to go back down the ladder, his breath caught in his throat as someone snatched
up the back of his collar.

“Woah man, no need for that just yet, Tubbo, look at this.” Schlatt dropped back to the floor, his
legs dangling from the trapdoor, dragging himself back to his feet wih a sigh before closing the
trap door with a soft click, pulling his knees to his chin as he watched the couple examine his work.

“Oh, would you look at that?” Tubbo was reaching one hand for the soul lantern that hung closer to
the ground.

“I was wondering what he was doing in here haha.” Ranboo had his hands on his hips, looking over
at Schlatt with a bright smile. Tubbo hummed, looking down on Michaels bed suspiciously before
pulling the covers away and putting the child in the fresh sheets.

“Yeah, thank you Schlatt.” Schlatt scrambled to his feet, Tubbo had not looked away from the
sleeping child.

“No Tubbo, thank you for letting me stay here, thank you for everything.” his son grunted, moving
towards him before staring at him quizzically, letting out a sigh he made his way back down the
trapdoor, Ranboo following after him.

Moonlight covered the expanse of the living room and kitchen, both of which still echoed with the
day's laughter, the homey clutter absent from the glistening floors as a man hunched over the
shimmering counter. Everything burned, his limbs were on fire as he scrubbed the counter, the
table already glimmered in the sunlight along with the floor. He flinched as the front door slammed
open, he could hear her boots click on the clean wooden living room floor before he saw her at the
doorframe of the Kitchen.

“You're not going to get him to love you Schlatt.” his shoulders slumped at her words, his palms
were burning, his knees were on fire, and this bitch was stealing his breath zone.

“Fuck off bitch.” he turned his attention back to the task at hand, he had no idea what this stain
was, he didn't think he wanted to know, but he wasn't just going to go to bed and let it stay there.

“Since when did you care?” her arms were crossed over her chest, Schlatt sighed as he abandoned
the worn sponge and leaned against the counter.

“I don't need to answer you, not after what you’ve done” His eyes glowed with a soft yellow light in
the moonlight, Puffy's own eyes holding only dark coles of the void.

“Don't hold yourself to such a high degree Schlatt, we’re going to go clubbing tomorrow, can't we
talk about this then?” Schlatt turned his head back to the ladder that led to the attic, then the cold
 workbench, then to the firmly closed door that led to Tubbo's room, his heart aching as a small
smile spread across his face.

“I'm going to be busy tomorrow,” he blocked the door and ladder from her view, nudging her back
to the door. “I'm sure we are going to be able to have fun soon but that day is not going to come
any time soon, goodnight Puffy” his face stung with fire, his hand coming up to his cheek as her
eyes danced with fire.

“You're not a good father, stop pretending, nothing good will come from this, just watch.” she
snatched up her old purse from the couch, looking over her shoulder at him as she stood at the
door. “ don't come back to the house, you're not welcome.” the door slammed loudly behind her.

“Good riddance.” he moved back to the kitchen, his cheek burning with the force of her slap as he
returned to scrubbing the counter, his ears perking up as he heard the bedroom door click open.

“Who was that at the door?” his heart soared as he heard his son speak, hiding his smile, his eyes
remaining trained on the counter.

“No one important Tubs, go back to bed alright, big day tomorrow.” he heard Tubbo close the door
behind him before his gentle steps came up behind him.

“Nothing important is happening tomorrow, and if she was here...” Schlatt ducked his head away
from his son, the burn had morphed into a dull ache, the pain seeming to have spread through his
face as the bruise already began to form.

“Every day is important Tubbo, try to get some sleep” he flinched as Tubbos hand grazed his
cheek, his eyes still meeting his sons with a remorseful stare.

“Thank you for trying.” Tubbo slowly fell into Schlatt, the man grunting as his arms instinctively
wrapped around the boy, Tubbos arms wrapping around his waist.

He had no idea why his son was willing, much less wasn't afraid, all he knew was that his son was
in his arms, he was warm, he was soft, and he was safe, he felt safe, he was with him and he felt
safe.

Tubbos ear flinched as something wet plopped onto the white appendage, he could hear a soft
sniffling as the pair dropped to their knees, Schlats hands trembled as one of them moved to his
head along with his face, his hand ruffling his wild hair. The moonlight cast a cold glow over the
warm scene, the crystalline glow of the clean house forcing the light to bounce around the room as
Tubbo pulled Schlatt closer.

“Thank You son.”

Chapter End Notes

Kinda thinking about killing off some of the more liked characters. Puffy is definitely
going to die but I want to give her a crisis so she can die knowing she failed miserably
at everything she did.
 How to deal with a stressed elytrain 101
Chapter Summary

Quackity, Tommy, and Dream are doing what they can with what they have.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Dreams hooded reflection stared at him through the rippling tides of the creak that babbled at his
feet, the soft grass cradling his worn boots as his freyyed cloak pooled in the underbrush, lowering
himself into a kneeling position, reaching behind his head, his hood falling to his shoulders along
with his hair that now reached his back, and allowing the mask to land in his lap. His father stared
back at him, his smile lost in the water, his face at least ten years younger and his neck botched
with deep blues and purples that burned under the wind.

His fingers curled around the cloth in his pocket, a small strip that was once part of his cloak, its
evergreen sheen faded with misuse as he dipped it into the bitter waves, pulling it back out and
wringing it out, the sound swallowed in the current, he began running the numbing water over his
bruised neck. How long has it been?

“Dream? We need to get going.” Dream scrambled to put back on his mask, throwing his hood
back over his head before shooting back to his feet.

“Right, I'll be there in a moment.” Dream scrambled away from the water, shoving the damp rag
back into his pocket before, shooting through the forest until he came to a sunlit clearing, Tommy's
golden hair glowing under the sun as he and Quackity where rolling up the remains of what
blankets they had been able to grab.

“Oh, hello Dream.” Quackity's eyes landed on the man in front of them, Tommy's head shooting
up, his face brightening as he stood up and put his hands on his hips.

“Find any woman in the river today?” Dream rolled his eyes, walking up to Tommy and gently
punching his shoulder.

“No Tommy, there was no water woman.”

“Bollocks.” Tommy crossed his arms, looking over at the forest with a huff. “I have been without
the gentle hold of a woman for so long.”

“Not too long bro,” Dream kneeled with Quackity, tightly wrapping up the last blanket before
flinging it over his shoulder. “And the sooner we can get to the next stronghold the sooner we can
get out of here.” Tommy let out an exasperated groan as he watched Dream toss the blanket to
Quackity who began tying it into a tight bundle.

“Can't we settle down for a bit, please?” Dream looked over at Tommy, his heart dropping at the
sight of his disheveled expression.

“Soon Tommy, once I find out how to create worlds then I will be more than happy to settle there.”
he slunk in front of him, placing his hand on Tommys shoulder and tilting his mask up to give him
a smile. “Then we can get back home and help dad.” Tommy dropped his gaze to his shoes.

“Come on guys, we need to get moving.” Quackity’s eyes were trained on the horizon where the
sun was rising above the treeline.

“Alright,” Dream turned his attention back to Tommy. “Hey, cheer up man, i'm sure we will find
something this time.'' Tommy grunted, shrugging off Dream's hand before making his way to
follow Quackity toward the treeline.

They hadn't been walking for long, already Dream could feel the hairs on the back of his neck
begin to rise, trailing in front of the pair, his head constantly shooting behind him to see Tommy
and Quackity giving him weird looks.

“Dream, eat something.” Quackity jogged up to him, holding out a steak to him, Dream pushed it
back to him.

“Split it, you two are going to need your energy.” Quackity raised his eyebrow, shaking his head as
he tore the steak in half, tossing one half to Tommy, giving Dream another look before sighing and
sticking the steak in his mouth.

The sun had reached its highest point in the sky, Quackity had dragged Dream away from his
pacing and to a covered tree area leaving the man to sit still on a log as his foot dug into the soft
earth.

“Somethings wrong guys, we need to keep moving!” Tommy glanced at Dream and Quackity, the
latter letting out a soft sigh before walking up to him and kneeling to his eye level.

“Dream, it's been weeks, if someone wanted to find us they would have done that by now.”

“No they wouldn't, they would plan, strategize, they could be behind us right now!” Dream leaned
forward, trying to look the man in the eye through his mask. Quackity took Dream's hands into his
own, rubbing circles into the back of his palms as Tommy stretched his neck to look at the pair.

“You better not be trying anything, asshole.” Quacktiy looked back over his shoulder at Tommy,
letting out a soft sigh and turning his attention back to Dream.

“You're being paranoid, Dream, we’ve been on the road for so long” Dream shook his head
vigorously, before his eyes shot back to the shadows of the trees behind him.

“I can feel them,” Dream leaned further forward, his hands balling up into fists, he could feel his
heartbeat out of his chest, every blood vessel that passed through his veins at an accelerated rate,
his arms trembling with every ruffled leaf. “I can FEEL them.”

Quackity let out a soft sigh, standing back to his feet and brushing the dirt off his pants before
surveying the shadows among the leaves. “We need to set up camp Tommy, I don't think Dream
got any sleep last night.” Tommy sent him a dirty glare but pulled out his bundle of blankets and
threw one over a branch. Quackity looked over at Dream whose eyes had now become wide as
saucers.

“Try to get some sleep, Dream.” Quackity took Dreams hands in his own, his eyes softening as he
pressed a chaste kiss on the back of his hand before placing it back on Dreams lap. “please”
Chapter End Notes

Sorry in advance for what is going to happen in the next chapter, but have some small
fluff before that.

I would also like to apologize if the quality has been going down, I'm trying my best to
improve but its taking time, and school is rough.

If any of you want anything added to the story don't be afraid to tell me, you might get
your plotline to be cannon in the story!
 Some help
Chapter Summary

The gang meet some new friends, and begin the next part of their journey.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

It was the dead of night when shadows overtook the canopy, Blue eyes trained on every movement
as two small figgures curled into him. Dreams arms wrapped desperately around the figures, the
limbs numb, from pain or the cold he didn't know, he couldn't find it in himself to care as the
shadows only seemed to become thicker in the forest, the pull of a crossbow, the twang of release.

“ GET DOWN!” he threw himself to the ground, dragging Quackity and Tommy with him, his ears
perking up as he heard a thunk right where his head had been a moment ago, he could feel the
wave of the wind against the ancient oak tree.

“ Dream wha-” he rolled to the right, the damp grass sending chills down his spine as he dragged
them with him, he could hear the thump of a large object not too far from where they had landed,
shooting up to his feet, Dream slung the pair on his back and made a beeline for the trees.

“Dream what the hell are you doing!” Tommy's voice rang through the desolate forest, Dreams'
own steps echoed through his head, he could see the shadows as they flashed through the trees,
through the shadows, the cold wind slapped itself against his mask, making his face go numb as
his heart burned and beat erratically against his chest.

“Fucking running Tommy.” His breath came in short burning gasps, his feet flew through the grass
as he shot through the forest, Quackity’s chin dug a burning sensation in his shoulder as he ducked
under a tree branch. Someone was above him, he could hear their feet thumping in the trees,
shadow drowning out the stars.

Dream lept over tree roots, grass tangled at his heels, Tommy and Quackity shivering on his back
as he leapt through the air, almost weightless in the air, his wings itched uncomfortably as they
were met with a large clearing that glowed under the moonlight, a crater lay among them small
wildflowers dotting the otherwise barren area that was littered with grass and large rocks.

“Hello Dream,” The mans boot shot into his back sending Dream tumbling down the slope,
dragging the pair under his stomach before curling in on himself, his wings trying desperately to
cover them as grass and dirt clung to his cloak, his skin burning with multiple lashes and bruises as
his mask was skewed awkwardly across his face, the breath was knocked out of him as he tumbled
into a mountainous bolder, his back burning with the impact.

“DREAM LOOK OUT!” he tumbled away from the boulder just in time to watch it crumble into
gravel. The man in front of them almost glowing under the moon as his silver hair wiped around
his face.

“OH DREAM!” He lunged off the remains of the boulder, just in time to collide with the dagger,
the sound echoing in the evening air before Dreams' figure was obscured by the cloak, scrambling
away from the new figure who kept their eyes trained on the admin.

“GO, RUN!” The man's voice was beyond baritone, it was the deepest void, the stars quivered at
its power as he lashed the dagger in the admins face, a small rasp echoing through his voice as the
devil cowered at its power. Dream scooped up Quackity and Tommy, he could see something, a
figure in the forest, their silhouette oddly obscured by a hood and light green cloak as the sound of
weapons clashing echoed through the plains as trees surrounded the group.

“Come with me.” the second figure spoke, gesturing to Dream with a wave of his hand, his voice a
soft contrast to the danger of his friend as he led them through the forest down a nonexistent path,
the overgrown grass and large roots that tore through the ground made it impossible to determine
where they were going, the canopy of dark leaves distorting the clouded sky

The trees seemed to thin out, thick shrubbery fading into little more than little spots of long grass
that tangled itself in front of Dreams feet, the sky unfolding into a bright constellation of stars as
the clearing in front of them glowed with bright orange firelight, three people sat around the fire,
their shoulders squared as their eyes locked on the tree line.

“Sykkuno! Oh thank goodness.” a young woman shot up from her place near the fire, her bright
brown hair glistening in the firelight as she scrambled to the man that stood next to Dream.
Sykkuno let out a soft sigh as the hood fell to his shoulders, his dark eyes glistening with the safety
of a fireplace as he wrapped his friend in his arms.

Dream’s eyebrow shot up at the small plant that seemed to have sprouted from the man's head, the
little bit of life little more than a sprout seemed to have made itself at home among the soft dark
head of hair.

“We thought you were dead for a bit.” she chuckled awkwardly as Sykkuno joined her, covering
 his smile with his hand and rubbing the back of his head.

“Nah, Corpse had my back,” he glanced at the way he had come. “He should be here soon, he got
into a fight with the admin.”

“He did WHAT?” her eyes turned to saucers, her hair moving in front of her face as her head
whipped back to the boy. As if on cue a crackling noise assaulted their ears, the man from the
plateau dragging his feet as he stumbled into the small clearing. “CORPSE!”

Dream watched as the hooded figures surrounded Corpse, only one man sat in front of the fire, his
dark eyes seemingly locked on Dream as he moved his cloak, Tommy tumbling out and glaring at
him from his place on the ground.

“Try warning me next time won't you asshole?” Dream rolled his eyes, not that Tommy could see
it, that didn't stop the small humf that escaped him as he got back to his feet and began wiping off
the dust from his pants. Quackity slowly emerged from the cloak, sending Dream a small glance
here and there

“Hello boys,” the man got to his feet strutting up to them before holding his hand out for a
handshake. “My name is Ian, nice to meet ya.”

Chapter End Notes

Sorry for the short update, I'm trying to get things rolling and i hope you guys still
liked it. :)
 Staring at my brothers son, or am I?
Chapter Summary

Dream and the gang get the introductions, and then they go to bed.

Mumza update

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Dream grasped the man's cold hand firmly, wordlessly shaking it as Tommy appeared from behind
him. Ian's face brightened in the firelight, the colorful beads that littered a strand in his dark
shoulder length hair glistening with a bright orange.

“Can't tell you how worried I was, we’ve been trying to get out of here for so long, for new people
to get trapped… Well, at least you're here now and we can leave soon.” Dream tilted his head Ian
chuckling as he gestured the boys to follow him as they made their way to the firepit, everyone else
was dragging “Corpse” to the tent that sat under a large tree.

Ian brought out a small bag, pulling out a piece of dried steak and gesturing to Dream who
tentatively took it in his hands, ripping it in half and giving the pieces to Tommy and Quackity who
glanced at Ian and Dream before taking small nibbles from the food. Dream turned his attention to
the roaring fire, his mask illuminated with a bright orange hue.

“The admin hacked his own server,” Dream's attention shot back to the man in front of him as Ian
pulled out another piece of steak, ripping it in half and nibbling on the edge of one as he placed the
other half on Dream's hand. “If an admin comes here they're not able to access the void, something
about wanting more power.” Dream nodded, absentmindedly nibbling on his steak as he watched
Ian speak.

“So you guys are stuck here?” Ian nodded, smiling as his eyes flashed toward the half eaten steak
in Dream's hand.

“Not for much longer, I've called an old friend, they’re on their way right now”

“They better be, Ian,” the girl reappeared, ducking out from under the tent and glaring daggers into
the elder. ‘I don't know how much longer Corpse is going to be able to protect us.” he let out a long
sigh and smiled at Dream.

“Don't worry about Rae, she's always this hotheaded.” a boot replaced where Ian had been a
moment later, Raes face was flushed with red, the fire seeming to dim down in her presence, almost
cowering under her power.

“I'M NOT HOT HEADED!” a man wearing sunglasses, his jet black hair cut in a military cut,
ducked out from the tent, Dream recognized the navy blue cloak that was still wrapped around his
shoulders.

“You are not helping your case Rae, he's a troll, leave him be.” Dream could hear Ian groaning
from where he had landed, the tree about five feet from them had broken his fall and was now
raining green leaves all over him.

“Oh yeah, you’re one to talk Toast, and how was that guy at the market after you punted him
across the table?” Dream could see a thick black eyebrow appear above the edge of the sunglasses.

“He was asking for it.” Rae rolled her eyes, her arms crossed as Sykkuno appeared from out of the
tent.

“He glanced at us for a moment.” Now it was Toast's turn to cross his arms.

“Again, he was asking for it.” Rae groaned before turning to Dream, mumbling under her breath
before giving him a light smile.

“Nice to meet you, the names Rae.” she held her hand out to Dream, he glanced at it for a moment,
then her, then accepted the handshake.

“Call me Dream.” Her smile brightened as she nodded her head, turning toward Tommy and
Quackity who shrank into their seats.

“The names Tommy!” Rae didn't have the time to offer him a handshake as he was already shaking
her hand with hellish vigor, before Dream snatched the collar of his shirt and forced him to sit back
down. Rae, still reeling from the handshake, rubbed her hand for a moment before turning her
attention to Quackity who seemed to be desperately trying to inch back to Dream.
“And who are you?” Quackity flinched under her gaze, taking a deep breath, he stood to his feet
and held his hand out to her.

“I'm Quackity from Las Nevadas, but please just call me Quackity.” Rae gave him a look but
accepted his handshake.

“Well, my name is Valkyrae, but my friends call me Rae. She glanced at Dream, and Tommy, “the
know it all is Toast, the guy who saved your asses is Corpse, and the simpcatcher over there is
Sykkuno.” She gestured her head over to the tent.

“Simpcatcher?” Dream spoke up, Rae smirked and let out a small chortle.

“You’ll get it one day, HEY SYKKUNO!” the boy with a leaf on his head appeared again,
glancing at the people that now had their attention directed at him. “Get these guys a place to rest
their feet, this guy looks like he's about to keel over and die.” Dream shot her a glare, not that she
could see it, but the way he shot his head at her was all the aggression he needed to show.

“Alright, come on boys.” Sykkuno gestured to them with his hand, Quackity scrambling to stand
next to Dream as they were led next to the tent. “So this is the tent, I don't think we will be able to
fit anyone else… but I'm sure we will figure something out!” Sykkuno gave them an awkward
smile, Dream shrugged his shoulders before scanning the area, his eyes landing on a tall pine.

“Don't worry about me.” he shot for the pine, wrapping his arms around the massive trunk and
scrambling for purchase before he scaled up the tree with the grace of a cat, coming to rest on a
thick low hanging branch.

“Or me!” Tommy’s eyes lit up as he shot for the tree that Dream had just climbed, throwing off his
cloak and allowing his wings to help him balance as he followed Dream up the tree, Quackity
sighed as he moved to follow them, shooting from one tree to another, his wigs flapping softly
behind him and helping him do jumps that where otherwise impossible.

Dream wrapped his arms around Quackity and Tommy, feeling his heart melt as they returned his
embrace, the branch was more than enough to carry them. Dream took out the ratty blankets from
his inventory, Quackity and Tommy working with him as they began to construct a new nest in the
trees.
Ian stood from his place on the ground, staring mouth agape as he watched the nest being built a
good fifty feet above his head, each of the members of the new flock working together to make a
nest out of what would have been nothing to a lesser elytrain.

Laughter surrounded the hearth as Toast passed bottles of sweet berry juice to the group, Sykkunos
hands stained red as he took his bottle and joined the group in the toast, Ian joined them, his eyes
shooting toward the flock, Dream snatching Tommy into a headlock before giving him a noogie,
the teen screeching but not making a move to get away. Ian's eyes glimmered softly in the fire as he
brought the lukewarm bottle to his lips, the absence of the alcoholic aftertaste bringing down his
mood as the fire slowly died down.

The moon stood in the middle of the sky when Dream had waved to the group the cold glare
illuminating the grass, him and his friends climbing back up the tree and to their nest, Ian sat next
to the dead fire, his eyes locked on the group as they curled into each other in the nest.

The wind whipped through Ian’s hair as he shot up into the sky, his wings chilled in the sky as he
came to a soft landing at the top of the tree, smiling down at the flock before his eyes were locked
with a familiar glare.

“What are you doing here?” The branches of the tree seemed to be deliberately hiding the features
of the boy's face, like a new mask that only showed how his eyes seemed to glow under the
shadows.

“I have first watch Dream, kinda hard for me to watch you guys from down there.” Dream curled
deeper into the pair that slept peacefully in his arms.

“You go watch everyone else, I've got this.” Ian's heart gave a familiar drop, that fierce
determination, those eyes that seemed to rip you apart, and then the protective arms that were truly
warmer and lighter than the sun.

“I'm not leaving you, I have a couple questions.” Dream inched toward the edge of the nest, his
hand resting on his thigh where Ian could see the glint of a dagger, he put his empty hands up and
locked his eyes to Dreams. “I'm not going to ask anything personal son, please.”

“It can wait, I’m not your son.” Ian just wanted to shoot off the tree, back where Toast would
berate him for not keeping close enough watch, he would honestly take another pounding from Rae
than stay in this man's territory. With a soft sigh, Ian allowed his wings to fold from his back, soft
tawny wings with inky spots that dotted the ends of them before taking over the ends of his
feathers. Dreams' eyes lit up, his hand slowly moving away from the dagger as he sank back into
 the nest, his arms remaining tightly around his flock.

“I don't think it can”

Kristen lumbered to the mirror, her hand resting on the tangled bandages on her side. Slowly
unwrapping them from her side, wincing slightly as she took the gauze off, the wounded golden
blood dried to a sickly grey as bright red overtook a small section of her side, slowly inching for
her stomach. her heart leapt for her throat as her stomach dropped to the child floor at her feet. The
room a lot colder and smaller than it had been a moment before.

Chapter End Notes

Finally got a longer chapter for you guys, hope you guys like it!

Anything that you guys want to see or more of?

 And the nomination of worlds best uncle goes toooo...!
Chapter Summary

Ian just wants to bring some safety to the new flock that just appeared out of nowhere
but the root of the problem seems to be deeper than some bad dreams.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

Ian's eyes sparkled at the appendages that hung from Dreams back, crystalline, ruffled and
glittering in the moonlight where wings that could have made death herself jealous.

“So I was right about one thing.” Ian chuckled, his heart lifting slightly at the sight of a small light
in Dreams' eyes. “We are one in the same.” Dreams eyes closed, Ian could see his golden hair shift
in the moonlight as he shook his head.

“Even if we are, what good would it do?” Dream drew in on himself, Tommy's and Quackity’s
heads resting against his shoulders as he numb legs pressed against his chest. “My dad told me
about the war, all the death, and the extinction,” his eyes shot back to Ian's.

Ian shifted back to him, slowly reaching his hand out and rubbing Dreams shoulder. “There is a lot
that you could never have known Dream” He pressed both his hands on Dreams shoulders, his
eyes glistening like the beads that wove themselves through Ian's hair seemed to glimmer like stars
under the moon as Ian shifted closer to the other man. “You could see Dream, you can see all of it.”

“All of what?” Ian moved his hand away from Dreams shoulder, pressing a finger to his lips with a
mischievous glint in his eye.

“Just wait, when my friend gets here I can take you and your family with me,” at this point he was
practically holding Dream and the rest of the people in the nest falling in on each other as Dream
was pulled farther away from them, his eyes constantly shooting down at Tommy and Quackity
raising an eyebrow when he saw that both were still asleep, Ian followed his eye smirking before
looking back up at Dream. “Guess we should be getting some sleep shouldn't we?”

Dream froze, he could see it, his father drenched in blood, his brother's corpse, the rain, the smell.
Dream found himself violently shaking his head, his heart burning and hammering against his
chest as the stars sparkled brightly above his head, pressing his palms to his ears.

“No, no I can't.” Ian felt his heart drop, keeping an eye on the other two figures and watching them
fall in on each other, he pulled Dream closer, cooing softly as the boy shook in his arms.

“Why not?” Ian kneeled in front of Dream, close enough to see the voids under his eyes, the
wrinkles that shone in the moonlight on the bridge of his nose despite how bright his smile always
shone under his mask.

“I- I haven't slept really well since I got here, I’m always having nightmares, or I’m too busy
thinking, worrying, guarding, hunting, traini-” Ian pulled Dream into his chest, pushing away the
hood that had been resting on the boys head and pressing him into his shoulder, cooing loudly as
he could, even if it wasn't as effective as a bonded adult, his heart ached at the thought of not doing
anything.

“Your scared Dream, that fear extends to your love for your flock, and that's a good thing,” Ian
could feel Dream press into him, “it's a valiant effort, honorable even, but what good are you going
to be if you don't have the energy to protect them when the time comes?”

“How am I supposed to protect them when I'm asleep Ian?” He could see Dreams' eyes glitter in
the starlight, his entire body weighed down with fatigue, “every time I close my eyes, something
bad happens.” his head leaned heavily on Ian's chest, pressing against his worn white shirt, any
energy he had a mere moment ago falling away from him in waterfalls.

“I’m keeping watch tonight, you just try getting some sleep alright?” Dreams' eyes didn't drop,
only seeming to widen, as his brain began screaming for rest.

“You wont try to get rid of us will you?” Ian could feel his heart shatter, every piece going to the
boy in his arms, somehow still a soldier after being promised safety.

“I will never hurt you or your family Dream, I promise.” The moon continued to shine above them,
Dreams eyes never wavering on the trees, Ian keeping him in place, leaning on the edge of the nest,
the coo in his chest never letting up as Dream slowly melted into his hold, the crystalline blue of
his eyes hidden under his eyelids as Ian's heart beat out of his chest, every rustle of the wind and
scamper of small rodents sending his heart into overdrive, even as the sun bathed the tree in a
warm light, even as he heard the group on the ground begin their day he scarcely moved.

Tommy was the first to wake up, and immediately shut his mouth as he saw Dream passed out on
Ian who looked like he was just about ready to implode. Tip toeing around the pair and slowly
scaling the nest before scampering down the tree and into the sandy ground where he greeted the
group who seemed to quiet down after some conversation.

Quackity found himself frozen to the nest, Dreams face looked so peaceful, no stress lines tainting
his otherwise godlike form instead practically glowing in the early light as Ian's eyes locked on
Quackity, almost daring him to make a noise as he too climbed out of the nest and glided down the
tree to the ground.

As the moon disappeared, so did the shadow that had been protecting Dream’s face, the light
stubble on his chin reminiscent of Ian's old friend, along with the shape of his face, reminiscent of
someone else, Ian couldn't help the smug smirk that painted itself on his face as Dream continued
to sleep.

“Phil, you sly dog, you absolute chad.” it was more of a thought than a phrase, echoing through his
mind as the goddess of death flashed through his mind.

It was nearing afternoon when Ian had finally felt Dream stir, the boy shooting to his feet, his eyes
darting around the nest before landing on Ian, his shoulders dropped, plopping back to the nest with
a soft thump and fiddling with a ratty blanket that covered the ground.

“Did anything happen?” Dreams' voice was rough around the edges, deep with sleep as his eyes
stayed downcast.

“Nope, actually pretty quiet last night, I can understand why you fell asleep.” Dream continued
fiddling with the blanket, the bags under his eyes were already beginning to fade, taking away the
age and giving him back his youthful face. Dream froze, his hand shooting up and practically
slapping himself in the face, Ian cringed at the sound but pulled out the plain white mask that had
 been tucked under the blanket.

“What I saw last night will die with me, if you so wish.'' Dream slipped the mask over his face, the
porcoline locking onto Ian.

“And how do I know that I can trust you?” Ian closed his eyes, shrugging his shoulders and smiling
softly. The sun was beating down on them and Ian could hear Toast talking to Rae on the ground.

“In truth, you can't, all you have is my word.” Dream stayed like that for a moment, glaring
daggers at Ian, before standing back to his feet and scaling the trunk of the tree, back to solid
ground.

Chapter End Notes

Sorry for the hiatus, the end of the nine weeks creeped up on me and I had some
things to catch up on.

Here's a question:

When birds in the wild mate for life they will pluck the feathers on the back of their
mates head to "mark" them, how do you guys think this would translate into elytrain
culture, would it matter at all, is there some way for me to add this to the story without
making it weird?

If i went with a mark at the back of the neck then Phil and Kristen would have hidden
their marks out of respect for their lost mates, but would that be too much like a
different trope? I think you guys know what i am talking about.
 A temporary precarious position brings a new adventure
Chapter Summary

Dream finds two crazy men in the woods, one of them shoves him in a portal, the
other one has a nice mustache.

Chapter Notes

See the end of the chapter for notes

The trees rustled with soft life as Dreams' shoulders ache with the weight of a dead cow. The dry
sand at his feet making small clouds formed at his feet, his eyes shooting in all directions at any
kind of sound, the first moment of silence he had had in a long time. Dreams' heart dropped to his
stomach when the silence was broken, not by the strike of a knife at the back of his head, or a
rodent in the bushes, rather the trees echoed with breaking branches and screams before Dream
came face to face with a man who was hanging by the ankle on a stray vine.

“Hello!” Dream didn't move, the weight on his shoulders no longer seeming to waver him as the
man in front of him dangled precariously. “I bet you're wondering how I got into this situation.”

“Uuuh '' Dream internally cringed at his voice, the man in front of him didn't seem to mind, a wild
smile stretching across his pale face, a stark contrast with his dark eyes and lopsided wired glasses.

“Well you see, it all started when I was making this insan-” Dreams' ears perked up at the sound of
rustling bushes.

“GRIAN!” Dreams head shot toward the trees, a man with a well trimmed mustache was stomping
through the knee high grass, his dark tailored suit soiled with stray blades of grass and the hair on
top of his head wild. his face was contorted in a certain resignation that sent chills down Dreams'
spine. “What do you think you're doing? You could have hurt yourself!”

“But wasn't that INSANE Mumbo? I want to do that again!” Grian turned back to Dream, his face
beginning to match his bright red sweater as he made himself swing. “Hey man, little help?”
Dreams' eyes shot from person to person before he dropped the carcass to the ground and pulled
out one of his daggers, the blade slicing through the vine and sending the man tumbling to the
ground. “Thanks!”

The man straightened himself, letting out a soft sigh before Mumbo began stomping up to him,
Dream could see Grian’s forehead glisten with sweat as he turned back to him.

“So, my name is Grian,” he held out his hand to Dream, who grasped it firmly as they shook hands,
“and that's Mumbo.” Grian stuck a thumb in the direction of Mumbo, who seemed to have finally
realized that they had company. Mumbo’s previous fury melted as he smiled at Dream, holding a
gloved hand out to the man as he softly shook Dream’s hand.

“Nice to meet you guys, I’m Dream.” Mumbo's face seemed to become brighter. “If you don't
mind me asking, why are you guys here?”

“Oh, just a favor for an old friend.” Grian's previous anxiety seemed to have melted away. “So, you
guys are stuck here?” Dream nodded silently. “Would you mind bringing me to Ian?” He nodded
again, turning away from the pair before resuming the previous path, the sounds of the forest now
jumbled with the bickering pair behind him.

A small peace followed the group, one only tainted by a glance behind them or a rustle in the still
air, a shadow in the corner of their eyes, a shadow which silenced the bickering and the smiles.

Mumbo was the first to jump in front of Dream, blocking the strike at his back with a shield, Grian
pulling out a book, bright lights illuminating his face as the attacker was forced to the ground,
bricks seeming to melt away from the ground and mold around him, creating a cocoon of earth and
clay.

“Hello!” Grian's ever present smile laced with malice as the man scowled at Dream.

“You can't hide forever Daydream, he will find you.” Dream stepped forward, his mouth opening
to reply before Grian began snapping his fingers in the man's face.

“Oi spaceman, don't worry about Dream Catcher over there, I’m the one who stuck you into a rock
and a hard place” Grian straightened up, crossing his arms over his chest and smirking.

The man let out a small grunt, shooting his head away from the group and turning his attention to
the dirt on the ground, Mumbo appeared behind Grian, gently putting his hand on his shoulder.
Grian sighed, pulling out his sword, his wrist suddenly caught in a warm tangle of gloved fingers.

“Don't worry about him, he's just a lacky” The man glared daggers at Dream, beginning to struggle
in the mini mountain.

“Won't he give information to the head admin?” Mumbo stepped forward, glancing at the man
who was now shooting between sending pleading glances at Dream and Grian.

“He's not fast, or very smart, I’d say we have a good four hours to get what we need to get done.”
Grian pursed his lips as he glanced between Dream and Mumbo.

“Who is the head admin?” Mumbo turned his attention to the man in the mountain, the man simply
turning away with a grimace. Mumbo sighed as he stood back to his feet and walked back to Grian
who was now tapping his foot in the dusty ground.

“We aren't getting anything from him, come on,” he gestured toward the path with his head, “we
need to get going, before he calls for help” Grian turned to Mumbo with a grin that reached from
ear to ear.

“Right as always Mumbo, come on then Lucid Dream.” The man in question sighed at the second
nickname but pulled out the worn, damp cloth from his pocket and shoved it in the man's face, his
eyes flashed with a moment of fear when Dream approached before hardening into a stern glare as
he was gagged.

“So, Pipe Dream, who was that guy anyway?” Dream kept his eyes on the path ahead as it
stretched across his vision. The warm breeze had begun to cool as the trees stood ominously above
their heads.

“Someone who was on my server a long time ago, the old admin was a douche.” Grian nodded, a
shaky smile spreading on his lips.

“You're still a pretty young guy, how old were you when you took over?” Dream glanced at Grian
before his eyes locked back on the dry road ahead, feeling a spike of anxiety shoot through his
chest as he sped up his pace to a brisk jog.

“Old enough to save what I could.” Grian's already tense smile seemed to become further strained
at this but he slowed to meet with Mumbo, the pair speaking in whispers as the end of the path
came into view.

The festivities of Grian’s arrival were short lived as the admin got to work, pulling out his book
and opening it to a page that glowed with an eerie purple glow.

“We don't have much time, that guy in the forest is probably running to the main admin with his
tail between his legs right now.” Dream nodded, joining Ian’s side, the man giving Dream a
comforting smile as Tommy and Quackity stood on Dream's other side.

The words on the page of the book seemed to fall from the parchment like small glowing
snowflakes, the intelligible letters folding in on each other as they landed on the ground,
amalgamating and morphing as a crackling portal appeared at their feet.

“So, where too?” Grian had to shout over the wind that the vacuum of the portal had made, Dream
clung to Tommy and Quackity as Ian spoke.

“Elysium, I need to get the boys home.” Dream shot a look at Ian before his head shot for the trees,
he could see shadows in the trees, Ian nodded at him. “Dream, you hold Tommy on your back, I'll
get Quackity.” Everyone else was already teamed up, Sykkuno was clinging to Corpse like a
lifeline, Rae and Toast glaring at each other as they stepped into the portal, the lovebirds following
after them.

Dream felt his heart pound at the back of his ribcage like a sledgehammer, he could already feel
the endless void as it overtook his skin in its bitter embrace. He didn't know when he moved, only
that he was now standing at the edge of the portal, taking a deep breath as he pulled Tommy on his
back, shooting a glance at Ian who was shaking Mumbo's hand before he headed toward the void.
Any chance he had to overthink stripped away as he was pushed into the portal, the air escaping his
lungs as he plunged into the void.

Grian shot a glance at the portal, the strain pulling uncomfortably at his core as the window began
flickering erratically.

“Go Ian, we’ve got this!” Grian threw off his sweater, his glistening brown wings burning as they
were exposed to the sun. as he slipped into a stable stance. Mumbo followed suit, his own, much
smaller, and darker, wings showing themselves off as they heard the invaders come closer. Ian shot
a glance at the portal, then Grian who gave him a big thumbs up.

Ian's face was slapped with an icy chill as he threw himself into the void.

Dreams' heart shot out of his chest, his stomach churned, his eyes squinting against the wind as his
body relied on instinct, he could hear Ians wings behind him, the gentle press of his brother
pushing him forward as he was carried through the void. His hands became clammy and cold, his
breath came in short hot gasps as the vile void began to wrap around them.

“ITS OK DREAM!” a tawny wing was holding up one of Dreams' own, Ian's eyes were covered
with wide leather goggles, the accessories doing nothing to hide the way his face was sewn with
concern as he reached out a hand. Dream snatched it before he could pull away. “Your doing great,
we’re almost there!” Dream nodded, squinting his eyes and allowing Ian's hand to guide him, he
could feel the burn of his underused wings, the ache of his back, the sting in his eyes as the wind
hit them.
 Tommy could feel a lump in Dreams' cloak, searching for a moment before pulling out a pair of
green leather goggles, waving them in Dreams face before slipping them on for him. Dream smiled
up at Tommy in thanks before turning his attention to the void, the blessing of vision revealing the
little lights and portals, popping up and disappearing in random intervals all around him, the void
was not in fact all darkness, it was its own sky of stars and galaxies, he could see intricate reds tone
contraptions that hummed with artificial life bringing people from one world to another their, long
lines of water connected form portal to portal, he even saw someone riding an ender dragon from
one portal to another.

The sight was a brief gift, as another portal opened in front of them, the sight of an ancient jungle
becoming his entire world as he was surrounded by blue skies and wings.

Chapter End Notes

I hope you guys like where the story is going, it gets better, then it gets worse, then it
gets EVEN worse before it gets better.

Just don't say I didn't warn you.

End Notes

This is my first work, if you guys have any tips on how to improve or find any mistakes I
may have made please do not hesitate to comment it down below

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