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“Techno!” Shouted someone in the distance, their face blurred from his view. All he could recognize were their black cargo pants and combat boots. Along with an obnoxious green hoodie, one he remembers belonged to a person close to him
He feels he should know who this person is… however he can't no matter how hard he tries.
“Techno….”
The voice calls again, weak…
He looks down, blood staining his hooves and shirt, the person speaking his name in his arms. A wound to his chest that doesn’t stop bleeding, their face blurred from his vision
Techno stares at the red, a color that stains almost anything it touches. He shouldn't be shaking at seeing it but he is. Why is he?
“Techno…” they call out again, weaker this time
The piglin can't do anything for by the time he wants to everything fades to black
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Techno’s eyes snap open, forcing himself to sit up on his bed only to fall back when he hits the ceiling to his room. The piglin groans at the pain, covering his head. As he lets the pain subside, his mind wanders back to the person in his dreams.
The dreams had only recently started and every time it's the same thing. Someone calling his name that wears an obnoxious green hoodie. However each sequence is different from the last, sometimes the voice is soft and cheery, blabbing about stories he doesn’t understand or can’t hear. Other times the voice is weak and ridden with sadness and pain, about them hurting and being unable to stop the pain.
What pain? Techno doesn’t know, only that when something happens to their home. They feel it even worse, wishing it would stop.
One thing that stays the same and wakes him up is the last vision. Him holding the person in his arms, hooves stained in their blood with an axe in their chest. He is unable to understand just why he can't remember this person.
“Ugh… that’s the last time I take Chamomile tea to sleep”
Aye! He’s awake!
Nightmare? Dream? Vision?
Been happening pretty much every night now
Are they important? They might be?
Techno sat up in his bed, rubbing his head “Will you guys be quiet for a couple more minutes? You’re so loud”
He grumbled as he rubbed his temple to ease his headache that appeared to not leave him. Maybe Phil will have something for this headache
The piglin stood from his bed stretching his body in the process, hearing a couple of bones pop in the process
Old
The blade is aging
Shame, He’ll be as old as crow father
Techno ignores their taunts, opening the trap door to his room to climb down the ladder to the lower floor. Once his hoof touches the floor, he notices the house is quiet. Usually by now Dream would be up playing with Steve or asking Philza questions.
“Phil? Dream?” he questions as he walks through the second floor to the stairs
“Down in the living room mate!” came Phil’s voice from downstairs
Techno walked down the stairs, noticing Steve laying by the door, the polar bear happily napping.
“How’d you sleep mate?”
Techno sat at the couch across from Phil, sighing as he leaned his head back “Alright I guess”
The avian looked at the piglin with concern “It doesn’t seem like it mate, your body is practically yelling tired”
“Nothing escapes you Philza….”
“C’mon mate tell me what’s going on?”
Techno glanced at Phil, a worried expression on the avian’s face. He took a deep breath before sitting up, clasping his hooves together
“To be honest, I’m not sure…. There’s these dreams that come occasionally”
“Dreams?” questioned Phil
The piglin nods in response “They're kinda weird, don't know how to describe em. Other than seeing someone with a green hoodie in them”
“What…..” whispers Phil to himself. It shouldn’t be possible… How is this happening? Is Techno starting to remember events from Dream’s server?
“Yea, it changes every time. Sometimes their obnoxious blabbing about random things. Man it’s as if they can’t stop talking” laughs Techno feeling as though he enjoyed their babbling
“They seem happy most of the time….” mumbles the piglin “The one thing that stays the same is right before I wake up. It’s what I don’t understand honestly”
Phil listens intently, his morning coffee going cold on the table
“They’re in my arms, a weapon stuck to their chest….. It feels… wrong not like oh this is bad wrong more This is Bad wrong.”
Techno eyes are focused on his hooves, the blood staining his hooves very present. He closes his eyes and clasps his hooves to his head. Not noticing Phil’s panicked expression as he does
“Then I wake up…. Seems pretty lame though. I don’t even know this person to act like that right Phil? What fool would mourn someone like that? Getting hit by a weapon in the chest couldn’t be me!”
The pigling boastly laughs, only to stop when he notices his avian companion’s panicked expression
“Phil? Hey, is everything alright?”
Phil snaps out of his trance shaking his head “Yep! Everything is perfectly ok mate!”
Techno watches as Phil picks up his cup and takes it to the kitchen before heading towards the door. Grabbing his coat and hat on the way
“I’ll be back mate, have to head somewhere first! Dream should be somewhere in the area so keep an eye on him ok?”
The door opens quickly and closes just as quickly, Steve groaning at the disturbance before going back to sleep. Techno is perplexed by Phil’s actions, is his friend hiding something from him?
Phil never keeps anything from him unless it's important. Still Techno feels this is something far more important, something that will help with his dreams.
Should we follow?
Oh? Stealth mission?
Is it right though?
Techno lets the voices argue with themselves, he himself will follow the avian from a distance. He has to know just what Phil is hiding from him. He grabs his cape from the rack by the door along with his crown. Steve groans at the movement, the piglin chuckles giving the bear a pat
“Watch over Dream till I get back alright?”
The bear lets out a huff rolling onto his side as Techno leaves the house, closing the door behind him
Unbeknownst to him, the book he was reading was left on top of his bed. A figure looking at the book from above, their eyes attached to the cover. They carefully pick up the book, something within them sparking a deep memory
“The Revival Tome….”