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Philza was flying around. Gathering resources, collecting little trinkets, doing things that he may or may not need and fixing things within the area of his house. At this point he would probably create a new activity just to have something to do in his boring old life.

That one time he accidentally, cluelessly, totally not purposely brought home too much pets is probably a sign. And he got a good scolding from his wife.

But this time…

this time, it shouldn’t be that bad to take home another right?

Inside the curves and convenient holes and space under the root of a massive tree is an animal lying motionless on a velvet fabric. From a safe distance, Phil couldn’t help but to worry even more as the animal seemed to have bleeding injuries. Was the fabric even red in the first place?

The animal—a some kind of pig, is breathing shallow and shaky. Even more when Philza snapped a twig when he tried to approach slowly. He might’ve heard some squeak, but helping the little thing is a priority.

He was ready to scoop it with the fabric when a growl emerged from the little bumps of the fabric.

A…blob.

It was a blob—about 5-7 inches tall, but he's not sure as it’s a little hunched over, with dark bead eyes and a seemingly permanent smile-shaped mouth, growling at him. High-pitched, but still a growl.

It is as if he doesn’t want Philza to come any closer… Of course! but it's not for the blob itself, it is for its buddy. It is trying to protect its friend with its little body. However looking at the blob, the avian felt a stronger determination to bring them both at home. The little one isn’t looking any better than its unconscious friend—trembling and barely standing. It’s body looked awfully deformed as if it was melting and one bead eye is closed presumably from the pain it was trying suppress.

Phil took a step forward and the blob growled even louder and somewhat livid. It’s body tensed, ready to do whatever attack a blob does, but Philza is growing more concerned knowing the tension isn’t good for the blob's injuries.

“C-calm down… calm down little buddy” He softly stated. “I’m not here to cause any harm… I know you and your friend are injured.. calm down. Please trust me and let me help.”

The avian is hoping his words could somehow reach the wild blob. The sooner this is, the better for both creatures.

“Your friend is unconscious and losing a lot of blood… I have no problem letting you both go once we made it sure you’re both fully healed.” He added gently.

Philza badly wanted to sigh in relief when he saw some form of acknowledgement from the blob the moment he mentioned its friend. The blob looked at the pig then to him. Shortly, the little one growled towards him one last time before moving sideways as a confirmation for Phil to come closer.

And so he did.

Carefully.

When he managed to scooped the pig with the fabric. He looked and saw the blob trembling violently, dazed and more hunched over. No indication of moving towards Phil or on the fabric.

“Hey…” the blob let out a small startled squeak. “I'm not leaving you alone. Come closer so I could carry you with your buddy.”

Hesitantly, the blob scoot closer and the moment it touched the fabric, the blob collapsed. Then, the avian stood, hugging them both gently close to his chest and flew towards his home.

Thank goodness his short hobby of brewing various potions came in handy! Phil wasn’t sure if the two—especially the pig, would make it if he used the normal/traditional way of aiding. Even with potions, he still have to do some disinfecting and bandaging himself. Now the two are sleeping, he let himself observe their appearance. If he could identify their species, it would probably help with making their healing much easier.

And as he thought the blob was actually misshapen, but he did not expect it to be this awful! The blob before looked like an hideous shaped potato that when fixed, would be a full oval shaped blob. Yet that’s not what happened as he could clearly see how different it became—with its cute round head and cone shaped body.

The pig looking one is definitely not a normal pig. However, Philza can’t seem to match it with any other pig-related species. Close ones are hoglins and piglins. From the callouses and marks on this pig's limbs, it definitely stands in all fours which is like a hoglin. It didn’t have a huge physique and tusks though, therefore its features matched more with those of a piglin. But, Piglins are bipedal!!

What a bizarre pair of friends.

And as it turns out, the avian didn’t get any definite conclusion from this. Quite ironic that he found himself sitting still, watching the two sleep peacefully beside each other on a makeshift nest consisting of his fluffiest blankets. He melted when he saw how the pig's ear twitched to the small whine the little white blob made and subconsciously snuggled closer to his little friend. From that subtle action and the situation they had earlier this day, Phil could tell how—despite being two completely different species, connected they are to each other. They both have the instinct to protect one another.

Or maybe that was just the old man overanalyzing things with his parental instinct.

Or just being soft towards cute species.

Screw what anybody say, these two beings are adorable together!!

Primes! He can’t be doing this right now…

“Fucking old age and emotional sensitivity…” He sniffles. “I need to prepare a meal for three.”

He wiped a tear before making his way towards his kitchen. Thinking he should probably make something special, he's not sure when was the last time the two ate or what they could eat. But he should be able to figure out something. Unfortunately, as he was looking through the ingredients and stuffs he has in the kitchen, he noticed one thing.

“I don’t have a coal and I fucking left the ones I gathered by that huge tree.”

He sighed. It’s fine, he could just sweep across the sky and he could get it in time before the two wake up.

“I have to get my coals. Please don’t wake up without me. If you do… hopefully don’t freak out.” He stated looking at the sleeping friends. “Especially you wild little blob…” the old man giggled to himself and went outside.

It really isn’t that long to find the coals. He might’ve encounter things that distracted him for a little bit but he didn’t take that much time…

Is what he was thinking after something.

When he came back—about to open the door, he heard thumps. Philza didn’t really mind it expecting the two are awake. However when he opened and looked, he froze.

Two young men.

Two—if not for the blankets, very naked men gripping opposite sides of the blankets as if fighting.

Two pair of eyes stared back at him.

“H—”

Philza closed the door.

He thought he heard a voice, but perhaps when he enters again it would be clear that it was just some silly hallucination.

And so he did. He physically sighed when he met the pig and blob staring at him with tilted heads. Primes! They look more adorable when awake!

It didn’t take long when a chirp caught his attention. It was the blob again. It was about to hop towards him but Phil stopped it. Regardless, it seems the blob has something to say. It gave a series of various squeaks and sometimes tugging his robe by its mouth or gesturing towards fabrics. Nevertheless, Philza doesn’t quite get a full grasp on the blob's actions and the little one seems fuming!

The avian can’t do nothing but chuckle apologetically before turning to its other friend who grunt in return. The pig creature then dragged a book or magazine of some sort opening it to gesture on images.

“…C-clothes?” the old man asked tentatively.

Both of them nod while the blob still looked somewhat pissed. Just how intelligent these creatures are?! Anyway, he handed them various pairs of clothes he found and they calmly—in fact pretty happily, dragged the clothes to an opened bedroom door. Perhaps they prefer a nest of clothes and in a closed area.

Either way, everything turned weird after that bizarre hallucination.

Then the bedroom door opened again.

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Compared to staying outside, a house would be more peaceful—the greatest haven if asked. However, if one had accustomed itself with the lack of such comfort, the sudden presence of it wouldn't be as welcome as expected—the body might even go to the extent of considering it a red flag despite the yearning for it.

That is no different even for a stray animal.

The long unconscious pig finally opened its eyes. It became immediately aware to the unfamiliarity of the place— eyes looking around with an increasing panic as its ears flick recognizing every little sounds it could pick. Standing up slightly, the pig finally noticed the presence beside it— reducing his state for a little. Its little friend lies comfortably beside him, shape looking better than the last time it remember and now with bandage wrapped around its little torso. The pig moved closer— whining a little bit from the sudden ache, and gently nudged the blob with its snout. It didn’t give any significant reaction from a few nudges making the pig do its next action.

It carefully removed the bandages it could reach from its limbs. The one around its head remained, thus the pig braced for the next thing. Its body slowly grew and change until the stained bandage around its head ripped and he collapsed back to the bundles of blankets. He hissed at the reopened wound on his forehead as he could already feel a warm flow.

He remained lying on his back as he stared up the ceiling. He shivered as, compared to his other form, he could feel even the softest blow of air. He's bare, nothing but the cloth which fully engulf him as a pig but now could only cover his midsection down to his thighs.

“Dream?” He spoke coughing from his parched throat. He sat up properly and pulling on the fabrics to lessen the breeze.

“Dream.. Wake up!” Annoyed, he decided to flick the blob's head, earning a squeak from the little one. The blob instead, turned to bury its face on the blankets before the pink-haired saw a familiar twitch on its body.

“You might want to remove that bandage before you shift.” He received a dragged out chirp where he could only sigh before deciding to do it himself.

“Fine, I'll remove it.”

Shortly, the blob turned into a young blonde man lying on his stomach. He groaned fighting the ache and drowsiness of his body before sitting up as he rub his eyes. The fabric hanging over his shoulders slid down his back revealing a huge bruise masking the few spots of freckles.

“Why would you want this rest to cut short, Techno? It’s the best we had so far…” Dream whined. His mind still drowsy.

The pig-hybrid— Techno, frowned from the ugly patch on the other’s back, but didn’t speak about it. Instead he responded

“Look around, Dream.”

And the blonde did, quite lazily.

“…Nice house.”

“THAT’S NOT—” Techno buried his face on his palm before continuing. “Okay… I need you to clear your head, Dream and tell me what happened after I passed out. Depending on what you say, I might give you a punch, loot this place and we get out of here; or I'll kill you myself, loot this place and continue alone.”

Dream looked at him with a dopey smile.
“You wouldn’t do it…”

“I could.”

“We’re both injured..”

“I’ll manage.”

“Whatever.” The blonde huffed, whipping his head away petulantly.

“You’re not answering me, Dream. We don’t know what kind of—” Dream turned towards him again. He watched the other’s gaze slowly travelling downward. He didn’t even fully register the shudder it induced when the blonde's eyes widen in what he recognized as panic.

“YOU IDIOT!” Dream exclaimed with a hit on the other’s arm.

The pig-hybrid felt his mind blanking which he could only let out a pathetic “Heh?” that earned him a harsh glare from Dream.

“Don’t fucking Heh me!” the blonde sneered as he pick the discarded bandages on their laps and blankets. “You woke up on a warm blankets, cleaned and bandaged up and the first thing you did is let yourself bleed out again?!”

Technoblade felt a little sting where Dream touched his torso with the bandage. Looking down, he saw the blood that ran down his abdomen and which the other is wiping carefully. That was the stab wound that made him almost die from blood loss. He was so distracted with the pounding in his head that it really didn’t crossed his mind. Now that he realized, the stab wound and around it is numb. Technoblade didn’t really felt a severe ache that he expected coming from what they experienced before waking up here. Whoever bandaged them must be someone knowledgeable on that field.

“Well I—”

“—Can you shut up just for now?”

He tried to speak which Dream just interrupted. He did clam up and watched the other try to rebandage the wound instead. The other focused on Techno’s injury, neither of them are great at this but they learned enough.

“I didn’t took the fucking risk of trusting a rando for a chance you survive your stupid wound just to have you stupidly reopen it…” Dream grumbled which probably left unheard by the other whose eyes fixated on something.

Dream who fully faced Technoblade, unintentionally let the pig-hybrid notice another huge blotch of dark purple and red on his exposed chest. It’s not that the blonde was hiding it anyway, but like earlier Techno felt himself scowling at the sight.

“What are you staring at?”

“Your body.” He responded without missing a beat. Face remained scowling.

He felt the work on his wound stopped.

Dream looked at him, eyebrows furrowed with one slightly raised and mouth partly open— either utterly confused or weirded out. Technoblade couldn’t care less when he finally realized what was wrong.

A sudden embarrassment course through his body.

The blonde looked down to finish bandaging.
“I’m giving you a chance to reword—”

“—I MEAN THERE’S AN UGLY BRUISE ON YOUR CHEST— YOUR TORSO! IT’S PART OF YOUR FRICKING BODY!”

pfft

Dream choked out a laugh, doubled over feeling a pain from the aforementioned bruise.

“It’s fine… It was numbed anyway. The guy’s good.”

“So who is it? Where are they?”

“Not this again…”

“Dream.”

“Fine! I don’t know where he is currently, but he found us and he insisted he would help us until we're fully healed. I tried to scare him away but he's a stubborn old man.” The blonde grumbled as he fiddled the fabric on his lap.

The expression the other is doing made it difficult for Techno to be mad. It was probably a stressful situation for the blonde and they are undeniably helpless that time. He settled on just giving Dream a flick on his forehead.

“Just… be wary. Depending on what I feel when I meet the guy, we'll get out here immediately. We're not going to stay for longer anyway so…” He stated with a sigh. “Also be careful.”

“Says you…” Dream scoffed then shivered when the air blew.

“How about go and find a clothing or whatever… We've been naked long enough it might be a cold that’ll kill us.”

“Yeah, yeah and since I’m technically the reason we're here, I should be looking for our clothes.”

“Absolutely correct.”

Dream rolled his eyes. He was about to stand when he got tugged back.

“You’re pulling the blanket.” Technoblade intoned.

“Yeah… it would be cold to walk around butt naked.” The other deadpanned and pulled the fabric.

“It would be the same thing for me sitting here nude.” The pinkette pulled on his end.

“Not my problem.” Dream pulled.

“Take something else.” Techno pulled back.

“The 'something else' you’re referring is soaked with your blood.” Dream sneered with another pull.

The two engaged to their strange “tug of war”. Both persistently tugged from their end to win the blanket that it wouldn’t be surprised if it ends up ripped. Consequently, neither noticed the approaching sound until the last second.

The door opened and a man with short messy blonde hair stood and froze. The man wore some robe looking attire over a black closed neck shirt and over his head is a bucket hat with a stripe of green and white.

Everything seemed to stop.

Someone needs to breathe.

“Hi—” Dream felt a hand slap his mouth shut simultaneous to when the old man closed the door.

“Why would you speak!? The guy obviously had his brain malfunctioning. We could just pretend it never happen and shift!” Techno whispered.

“No way! He saw us already… we could ask for clothes.” The blonde whispered back before adding. “Let’s shift so we could comfortably ask for clothes!”

“I don’t care anymore…”

The two shift to their other form just in time when the door opened again. The old man let out an audible sigh and greeted the two with a warm smile. Blob Dream didn’t waste a time and gave the best effort to ask for clothes but the old man can’t seem to get it.

Imagine the feeling he had when it only took Pig Techno one try to communicate it. Blob Dream could sense the smug from the other. Low-key infuriated him.

A wool sweater and a robe. The two stared at the remaining clothes on the floor. Dream who is only wearing a small red shorts, immediately snatched the robe which fully hugged him except a portion of his chest. He audibly sighed from the warmth. Technoblade on the other hand, who’s wearing a thick brown pajama pants is already aware that the sweater won’t fit to him. The pig-hybrid then walk out of the room—followed by Dream, calling for the guy.

Philza was having a drink when the door opened again. He definitely did not expect two awfully familiar young men to appear. The first one has a long pink hair and ruby eyes. His ears matched that of a piglin and his tusks are a bit smaller. The other one is a fellow blonde, fluffy and a little bit longer than his own—probably past armpit level. He has bright green eyes and freckles on his face.

“May I have a bigger one like this?” the pig-hybrid spoke.

Still in shock, Phil just stared.

“Dream, he malfunctioned again. Give me that robe.”

“No way! I only have shorts and this warms me.”

“Then take the pajama pants as well.”

“Waistband’s too big.”

“Then use a rope or something!” the pinkette pinched the bridge of his nose. “I swear I would rip that off if we can’t settle this peacefully…”

The avian hybrid finally snapped out of it and cleared his throat making the two bickering young men look at him.

“Um—stop, I don’t think I would like to see more of a naked young men” the old had his palm on his forehead. “I could just lend you another robe. Wait a sec.”

Philza went in one of the other rooms and shortly came out with another robe identical to Dream's.

“I don’t really have a variety of clothing, especially with your size so… please bear with this for a while.” Philza stated.

Technoblade muttered a meek gratitude and immediately wore the given clothing.

Then… what?

The three just stood there.

It’s one of the most dull but agonizing moment for Technoblade. He might’ve considered staying for a little while since the guy seems kind, but he’s definitely a heartbeat away from just getting out of here solely for the sake of escaping this situation.

The Pig-hybrid has been fiddling with the loose thread on the side seam of the robe, while Dream stood unevenly. The plain pattern of the robe became the mist interesting thing currently. Philza on the other hand, looked like he has something to say yet nothing has been said so far.

And then there’s a rumbling sound.

Two pairs of eyes turned to a sheepish Dream.

“I-is it a bad timing...?”

It was THE GREATEST FUCKING TIMING for Technoblade. He mentally thanked Dream for sacrificing himself.

“Right…” The older blonde chuckled. “Alright little shits! I'll be cooking meals then I'll ask my questions later. You can sit by the fireplace to warm yourselves.”

Philza spoke with a sudden confidence, smirking at the two. Techno and Dream watched the old man walk towards the kitchen, before turning back at them again.

“Also don’t move too much. We don’t want wounds reopening.”

The avian quickly prepared the meal. He once peeked to the two and saw them right by the fireplace, on the floor leaning towards each other in silent. They looked calm, albeit Phil noticed their still on guard. The old man can’t help but smile. It was the same thing, the same view of the pig snuggling closer to the blob.

Oh Primes! he's starting again… He suddenly remembered his sons—those two chaotic shits! They used to snuggle like that when they were younger.

He missed them

Anyway, he served the food and let the others eat as long as they please. They definitely haven’t eaten for a long while or just haven’t eaten any decent food based from their expression. More specifically the younger blonde’s expression. Philza observed the young blonde is a really expressive guy. Dream squealed at the first taste and blushing in utter bliss. The other, which Phil assumed as the pig shape shifter, is more reserved. However, the old man could tell by the flicks of those pig ears and the faint tint across his face, the pinkette is having the same bliss as the young blonde.

Crow father felt proud.

“So…” Philza sat on the opposite couch facing the two. “Shape shifters?”

Dream and Technoblade glanced at each other before looking back at the old man.

“Well… yeah, you could say that” Dream stated.

Seems like the blob shape shifter would do most of the talking. Another note for Philza.

“Alright, show me your injuries.”

The two stared at Phil. Confused.

“What? I did say I'm going to nurse you till you’re fully healed. Right, little blob?”

“Hey… I have a name old man! And it’s Dream.” He stated with a light glare.

Philza chuckled at him. “Then it’s Philza, not just old man” He then turned to the silent pinkette.

“Techno.” The pig-hybrid simply stated.

“There you go, little steps of getting to know each other...”

Philza pulled a container of bandages, disinfectant and other unfamiliar bottles before moving on a stool. He sat closer in front of them.

“Your anatomy's really different now. There might be some injuries that weren’t present or visible when you were on your other form. But since you’re human now, It will be easier for me to heal you both, so show me… That bruise on your chest Dream is definitely new to me.”

“Then you could start on him. He's not breathing comfortably because of it.” Technoblade spoke.

“Not before that stupid stab wound is done. I’m not dying from this bruise but some stubborn little pig might just drop dead.”

Philza sniggered at the small exchange, before turning to Technoblade.

“I would bandage you first, then. It’s true, you did bled too much from that and the cut on your head. The potions did so much help, by the way drink this.” Phil handed him a small bottle.

Technoblade eyed the bottle skeptically. “Why would I?”

“Because I said so.” The avian hybrid spoke with sudden sternness that made Techno slowly drink the liquid.

Dream laughed with amusement. Surely that is something new for him.

“You too, little blob. Drink this one.” He received a same bottle.

“We’re dying together, Techno.”

“It’s not a poison, you little shits!”

It only took Philza a short while to fully bandaged the two. Technoblade mostly have lacerations and stab wounds. He also broke his left wrist. Dream got bruises mostly. Biggest ones were on his back and chest. Phil is sure the young blond broke a rib. However, compared to pouring the healing potion, having them drink it did a huge difference. Nothing more threatening now.

“There! A rest and good meals, then you two would be fully healed! It would probably be in a couple days.”

Both Technoblade and Dream are amazed by how better they feel. It’s definitely the fastest healing they experienced. Healing potions were new to them. Perhaps they could ask how can they got one before leaving.

Philza was about to stand when Dream tugged on his clothes. He would coo at the gesture but it’s not needed. No!

“I-… well, can you check my right foot? It’s not injured… I think, but it hurts when I stand on it for a long time so… maybe your potions can help?” Dream asked timidly.

“…Sure, let me see.”

Turns out, the healing potion Phil poured on the blob healed a broken leg, but in a wrong way. Philza has to break it back and apply another potion so it would be fixed.

“So are you ready?”

“I-…” Dream grabbed Techno's hand. “Yeah.. I'm okay.”

“D-Dream.. you can let go now… My hand might break..” Technoblade stated tapping the said blonde.

“Guess having a taste of goodness just to be on a sudden pain… is not the best feeling.” Dream choked out.

“It would pass. The potion would be on effect in no time.”

Dream remained on his seat leaning to his companion as he quietly whimper. Meanwhile, as Philza organized the materials, a crow entered through the window to his shoulder. It then produced a caw which then followed by the caws of increasing number of crows.

The avian hybrid turned to stare at Dream and Techno which made the two highly confused.

It wouldn’t be the same for the shape shifters, but Phil could clearly understand what the crows are chanting.

It's Mumza! It’s Mumza!

Primes! Tomorrow would be something.

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The loud intermittent caws of crows rang in Techno's ears. The distant look Phil was directing at them wasn’t something pleasant for him as well at this moment. Seeing Dream appeared to be out of it or he's just good at ignoring such annoyance, Technoblade knew he had to talk— at least ask what's wrong, for the sake of saving his hearing.

After a flick of his ear he looked up. He just had to ask, as simple as that.

“Why are there a lot of crows?” He stated.

No! The question came out more like a retort. It did snap the Avian back who immediately whipped his head to the crows to shoo them.

“Yeah! Okay, okay… I get it. You guys can go ahead now. You're going to cause disturbance.”

Two pair of eyes stared as the crows slowly flew away. Techno heard a silent exclamation of relief from the blonde on his shoulder before Philza sheepishly turned to him.

“Sorry about that” The old man stated, scratching the back of his neck. “I often had to deal with that and I ended up getting used to their noise.”

“…Hope it won’t be as often as that while we’re here. I don’t think my ears could handle it.”

“Oh yeah. I'll try to make them aware of that.” Phil spoke with a small smile. “Quick question though, how would you like to handle another person?”

“Huh?”

The pig-hybrid peered at the old man as he try to overthink the implications of the other's question. He didn’t know how long he stared. Philza was being patient anyway. Technoblade had stop when he heard Dream spoke.

“Who's coming, though? And if ever, how would you want us to meet them?” the younger blonde asked slowly.

The Avian flashed an awry smile. He was clearly quite nervous.

“It’s… I-it's my wife…” He exhaled. “You see, the crows were not just there to be noisy. They actually tell me things that may or may not help and this time, they announced my wife's visit. Obviously, there isn’t much problem with that but I'm not sure how she will react with two random young men in our house.”

“We meet her as a pig and blob then.” Dream decided.

“Y-yeah but I also got troubled once for taking too much pets, before…”

“…Not to be rude old man, but you're making it sound like she's some… unkind person.” Technoblade butted in. “Or you're just a troublesome husband.”

“No no no… I don’t mean to do that. She’s a lovely woman! And really really pretty! She’s also great with kids and animals! She is the sweetest person once you meet her! You will like her undoubtedly!”

The other two were silent. Even the once sluggish Dream was looking straight in the old man’s eyes. An eyebrow raised with a slight surprise. It was the pinkette that broke the silence— somehow forgotten the anxiety he was having just to say

“I don’t know man, but you're giving off strong simp energy.”

Philza choked in sudden realization while Dream shamelessly wheezed. It did reduce the atmosphere in a much lighter mood, mainly for Phil and Techno. In the end, they all agreed to make Dream and Techno pretend as two normal creatures Philza rescued. It’s half the truth anyway. The pinkette also thought that in that form, he doesn’t have to deal with small talks. He could just lie lazily at a corner or anywhere in the house. It’s a win-win.

“…How long is she staying?” They heard the young blonde mumbled. He’s back again at leaning groggily towards Technoblade.

It is kind of a stupid question for Techno, but the old man phrased it us ”visit” making an assumption that she would eventually leave seems justified.

Philza displayed a bittersweet smile that it made the two feel a little bit guilty.

“Well… she usually stays for a couple of weeks. The longest I'm aware is about two months, shortest was a night.” The deep breath the old man obviously took added to the weight of guilt the other two were feeling. “You see… we could just say we’re not the most normal couple out there. We have duties to fulfill. Sadly, it is mostly her and she would always be far away.”

“I-I'm sorry…” Dream frowned. He shouldn’t have asked.

It startled him however when the old man chuckled at him.

“Why? It’s not something to be sorry about. We are actually doing great with this. The distance never affected our feelings. And every time we were together… it would always feel like the earlier days of our relationship.” The Avian's eyes were once again distant, but this time… it glistened with an emotion the two were probably unfamiliar with. Not to mention the soft smile that complements distant loving eyes.

“It couldn’t be better.”

Dream with half-lidded eyes, smiled from the old man's expression.

That was love isn't it?

He didn’t want to assume, but the way the man spoke about his significant other made him felt something. Somehow, he could almost see the woman through Phil's words and expression. He could somehow feel what ”Love” might feel. As far as Dream's aware he's not really familiar with the feeling or at least with that specific feeling like Philza and his wife have. And it seems nice. He would have thought about letting himself find something like it but he has more important things to face.

Not to mention he's stuck with an annoying pig. And that would probably his situation for longer time.

Then there is Technoblade being Techno. That instead of letting the man had his moment, the pinkette wrinkled up his nose bridge

“Disgusting…” He intoned.

He persistently dodge any sappy shits he would encounter. For other people, it would have been a terrible decision to do that, but the old man somehow understood it as a clear sarcasm.

“Sure, sure… I'll remember that until you get to the same point of your life.” Philza laughed.

But they would eventually leave though…

“Anyway, I need you to tell me things I have to know to understand you two. Anything actually that could familiarize me with your shape shifting and form.” The Avian requested. “First, what’s wrong Dream? The potion should've been on effect now, meaning you would've been better.”

Yes, Dream actually felt better. Better than being injured at least. But since Philza asked anyway, it is one of the things they need to disclose for their sake. Dream and Technoblade would just say that they are not the same “type” of shape shifters. Technoblade could shift at any time he pleases and within a second. Dream on the other hand drains almost half of his energy. His transformation is also a matter of seconds, but after the shifting he would feel tired. Two consecutive shifting with short interval would left him sore, fatigued. Obviously they were working on his stamina and he actually got better. Before, he would just collapse. Another one of concerns is still on Dream, because his body is set to involuntarily shift if he stayed in one form for too long. It’s like his body itself wants Dream to drain his energy. The two wouldn’t tell Philza the reason behind that and he decided to drop it.

Another, if Dream defies his body's involuntary shape shift, he would face some consequences which they again wouldn’t want to share. He could compensate it with eating or sleeping and he seems to get over it faster that way than just plain resting. With that, Dream is currently on the verge of sleep simply he's tired. The eating he did was a compensation from the shifting he did earlier this day, and the injuries they got from a rough night.

“You two are travellers?”

“…Yeah. That night was unfortunate because we ran out of supplies— literally starving, then we got swarmed by mobs.” Techno explained.

Before they end the day, they formed a plan to communicate and also hide their ability to Phil's wife with regards to Dream's situation. They also agreed that if a situation ends up having no options but to reveal themselves they would do it.

With a timid goodnight, Technoblade walked inside the room they have entered before (which is actually the guest room) carrying a long asleep Dream with him. He decided to just inform Dream anytime he woke up.

Philza woke up early that day to prepare meals and everything for Kristin's arrival. To say he is excited was an understatement. And the second he heard a knock, he immediately went and open the door revealing his lovely wife. A woman with jet black wavy hair that reached her waistline. She wore a wide silhouette hat that holds a see-through veil covering her face. Philza gently wrinkled the veil to the side, from the slit of it. He stared lovingly at the vibrant dark purple eyes before removing the hat completely. Two arms snaked its way around his neck as his own wrapped around her waist— feeling the soft fabric of her dress.

Their lips touched in the lightest way when a creaking and quiet thump made Kristin whip her head towards the direction of the sound.

A Pig came waddling outside the room dragging a red cape with him (which he asked to Phil in the middle of the night because apparently Techno sleeps better with his favorite cape.) and a still asleep blob on his head. Kristin gasped and completely turned to the pig. Eyeing it for a short moment before looking back at a bashful Philza.

“How many this time, Phil?” His beloved wife asked with her sweet yet somehow anxiety inducing tone and voice.

“…Just them.”

Kristin narrowed her eyes to him.

“I mean… it’s just two of them, I promise!”

The raven haired woman continued to stare down her husband for what it feels like half an hour for Phil. Kristin then, walked towards the pig who slumped on the carpet by the couch. She crouched and observed the pig.

Philza however sighed and ever since Techno walked in, he could only repeat one question: Why? It didn’t help that some crows outside are making fun of him.

He hadn’t seen his wife for a long while! Was a peck too much to ask?

Technoblade glanced to the old man wanting to let him know that being watched is uncomfortable. Yet the avian had his mind somewhere. If Techno didn’t know better, he would have thought the old blonde was pouting.

“This is a peculiar pig hybrid…” Kristin muttered to herself before noticing a white thing lying on the pig's head and neck junction. “Is that a— what is that?”

She carefully stretched a finger to touch the white thing on his head when the pig stepped backward. It was a reflex! Technoblade had his mind running miles per hour thinking he might've offended the wife of the guy who kindly took them and nursed them. He didn’t want to come off as rude, did he? The woman won't glare and kick them out right?

Then Techno finally registered the expression of Philza’s wife.

“Phil!” Kristin squealed turning to her husband with bright eyes and smile.

Of course Philza immediately came closer.

“He’s adorable! Did you see it? I came to poke his little friend and he— he stepped back! It was so cute! You should've been looking Phil!” His wife rambled enthusiastically.

Primes! She's so lovable!!!

“Are you sure you're not gushing at the wrong thing?” The avian chuckled. “I mean I know they looked really adorable….”

“What do you mean wrong thing?! He's being protective! Isn't that endearing?!”

Right, he knew Kristin would say that. They've been together enough to memorize everything about them even the strangest ones. Philza would bet a hundred thousand diamonds that if it was her who found the two, she would bring them home crying. Not entirely because they were injured but more because of the behavior the blob had shown.

“You heard that, Techno? You managed to swoon my love in one step.” Phil giggled hearing an unimpressed snort from the pig.

“Oh? You've named them already?” Kristin side eyed him as her lips tugged upward to a little smirk.

Philza looked everywhere except his wife's eyes— not because he's embarrassed but because he felt like he just revealed some important secret.

But Kristin didn’t know that and took her husband's expression to cause more mischief in his heart.

“Is poor little birdie feeling lonely?” She purred and leaned closer to her beloved's face.

If Phil said he was not embarrassed before, he is utterly flustered now! He felt his face heat up because he was busted! He is lonely! He just realized that now. And probably touch-starved too! Primes, he just want to hold his wife! Please!

He was shouting in his mind when he got pulled out of his stupor by a sweet pair of soft lips on his own. It lingered for a little longer and he melted by the feeling.

“You tend to malfunction sometimes…” The raven haired spoke softly after pulling away from the kiss.

Philza opened his mouth to talk when a loud huff made the couple whip their heads to the pig.

Again Techno, Why?

The pig sharply turned his head with one last huff, prompting to go back in the guest room. Technoblade was grumbling mentally when he missed the feeling of the blob slipping off his back. Turning around to find blob Dream on the hand of Philza’s wife who lifted Dream close to her face to gaze.

“This— woah it moved!” Kristin gasped when the blob lightly stirred.

“Of course! He's sleeping, love.” Phil dramatically whispered.

“I-I thought it was a toy you bought for him…”

Philza laughed at the flabbergasted Kristin who went back watching the little blob. Phil then, felt a tug from his clothes seeing Techno nervously trying to say to give Dream back.

It's like a child wanting his teddy back!

“I-I think Techno wants his friend bac—”

“I-It's… it's waking up, Phil! What should I do?” His wife slightly freaking out.

But too late, since blob Dream is finally awake. Dream dazedly looked up at a woman's face and blinking a few times. Unable to recognize the face as someone familiar, the blob's first instinct is to growl which ended up startling both Kristin and himself. Blob Dream finally remembered that Philza's wife is coming and this must be her. Blob remained awkwardly still on Kristin's palm. Once again, Phil watched her wife squealed in such delight like she did with Techno.

No, his wife shouldn’t be cooing from an act of aggression, especially if it was directed to her.

Even if it came from a cute little being!

The reaction however, shaken Dream. Someone is gushing at him… for growling?! His eyes went searching for Technoblade which he found looking up at him, ears flicking from what Dream assumed as impatience.

“I-I thought you mean two pig hybrids… I didn’t know they were two completely different species!” Kristin spoke without taking her eyes off the little guy. “And did you say they're friends? Oh Primes! They're friends!!”

Kristin looked at the pig hybrid who's staring at the blob on her hands. The blob was looking down as well, as if they were mentally communicating. Feeling bad for seemingly snatching the blob away from the pig, she gently lowered the blob. Dream hopped towards Techno, going under the pig's neck before looking up again at Philza's wife to let out a shy grateful chirp.

Kristin giggled at the action.

“What’s the little guy's name?” She asked to her husband.

“Oh, his name is Dream.” The avian responded which immediately followed by an enthusiastic greeting chirp by Dream.

Both Phil and Kristin want to hug the two so bad! Primes, help them!

And that’s when the pampering started.

Don’t get the pig and the blob wrong, Phil is a kind person with a delicious cooking but here them out… His wife's deserts!! Also her cooking matched if not, surpassed Phil's.

Or maybe the two were just picking favorite. No one would know! Who could turned down the care Kristin was offering though? Right, not even Technoblade.

Blob Dream loved every moment of it since it started while pig Techno was shy and in denial in the beginning. However, as soon as they were handed a food, specifically a baked potato for Techno he surrendered to the unfamiliar warmth of receiving such affection from two strangers. Blob Dream is currently on the table being spoon fed by Kristin. His eyes formed into slits, arched in a way that shows joy especially when paired by the soft flush on the blob's little face. Pig Technoblade was on the chair beside Kristin lying on his stomach as he held the food by his two front limbs. The action startled the couple, but refrained from talking to avoid disturbing the pig who is munching the baked potato with his eyes closed from the bliss he's currently having.

Philza sat across them. A warm drink on his hand and leaned back to the chair as he watch the three. A soft smile formed on his face. The ambiance felt like when their family were inevitably together. It’s so pleasant.

Until he slowly realized he's not having enough attention from his wife.

It’s not that he would start hating on the two, but he’s babying two young men probably the same age as Wilbur— he didn’t know, he forgot to ask. Yet again, he wouldn’t want to bet if that would change her beloved's behavior towards the two— it might lessen but would probably end up mother-henning anyway.

Nah, whatever… his wife is enjoying herself anyway, and the three looked lovely…

It was in the middle of the day and Philza just finished braiding his wife's smooth wavy hair. Kristin turned around and Phil took a moment to admire his love's beauty. She always been looked divine for him.

A goddess, indeed.

He felt a gentle pair of gloved hands, slowly guiding him to rest on Kristin's lap. The same hands caressed his hair.

He closed his eyes.

“I saw that, you know?” His wife gently spoke.

“Hm?” He remained his eyes closed. Philza's whole consciousness focused on the glee of finally having Kristin's attention.

Kristin giggled.

“I saw the look of jealousy on your face honey… are you seriously jealous of two little guys?”

Phil's eyes shot opened seeing his wife smirking with half-lidded eyes. The avian's face is now undeniably beet red.

She surely live up to her name as the goddess of death, for Philza was certain she will be the death of him.

“I—…” He sputtered. “I guess I am… I'm allowed to desire some alone time with my wife, aren’t I?”

Kristin can't help but giggle as her husband cover his face with two hands.

“But you know… I— you looked… so happy. And I can see you loved being able to take care of some little beings. You were showing a certain smile that made me sit back and watch.” Philza had removed his hand from his face and was currently talking softly, eyes closed.

“I don’t think I have the heart to take you away from that moment” He added.

It took him a moment to realize the silence of the other and was about to open his eyes when a palm covered his sight.

“H-hey! Kristin?”

Of course, Kristin covered her husband's eyes because she can't let him see. The raven haired woman's face would put pig Techno's cape in shame. Eyes glistened with overwhelming feeling. She loved making Phil flustered but PRIMES!! Why does she have to be swooned by the dumbest things this guy would spew!?

Unbeknownst to the couple, a pig and blob—who were once chasing a butterfly (Dream's idea as climbing on Techno's head as the latter run), sat in front of them. The blob watched intently at the action, while the pig let out an annoyed grunt and picked the blob.

“Where do you think you two are going?” They heard Philza’s wife speaking in a sing-song tone. “You two will be taking a nap with us…”

The two inescapably got picked up to the couple’s lap—who looked like they got over their lovey-dovey inner world. Phil sat up and stretched his wings to envelop them together. It was a nice feeling that the two once again let themselves enjoy it.

Above the soft breathing, a small squeak managed to wake pig Techno and it didn’t take him a second to pick the half asleep blob. Carefully waddling towards the room and making sure to lock it before letting the blob go under the covers of the bed.

Immediately the blob turned to the blonde young man as Technoblade shift as well.

“How'd you know?” Dream whispered, choosing to just wrap himself with the covering.

“Are you seriously asking me that now, after being with me for the most of our lives, Dream?” Techno whispered back as he fix his robe. “Don’t worry, tell me immediately if you can shift back again. I'll put you back with them.” He added, looking away.

Dream sat up flashing the other a gentle smile. Technoblade sat on the floor in the corner of the room and Dream decided to join him.

“No, I think this is good.” He leaned to the pinkette's shoulder as he hugged the blanket closer to his body. “I’m allowed to desire some alone time with you… aren’t I?” The blonde added as he snuggled more to the other’s shoulder.

Techno, in lieu of responding, sighed through his little smile hugging his friend closer and finally closed his eyes.

An old couple snuggling on the couch in the living room and these two in secret. Such an interesting view in the Minecraft’s household only the crows had the privilege to be able to coo and watch such scene.

Chapter Text

It had been a couple of days. A couple of days since Kristin came home, a couple of days since Philza brought home two shape shifters. So far, those have been a great time.

It’s morning and Phil can already here the small thumps from the living room which he already associated with the blob and pig. Those two have always been an early risers which makes sense since those two claimed to be travellers. Although until now, they still haven’t disclose more than that. Probably because they’re still trying to hide the whole shape shifting fact from Kristin. Until when? They don’t know. Either they get busted or they reveal it themselves. What Dream and Technoblade's say is what matters for Philza with that.

The avian finally made a decision to get out of the bed. After a peck on his wife's head, Phil walk out of the room— still in his pajamas, and saw pig Techno leaning his two front limbs to the door with blob Dream on top of his forehead who was about to twist the knob with his mouth. However the two were frozen in spot as they seemed to anticipate Kristin instead of Philza.

The two shape shifters visibly sighed.

But then, Phil is still a problem considering the furrowed brows and the arms crossed by his chest.

“Yeah… and what are you two doing?” The older blonde asked. Voice lowered to not disturb his sleeping wife.

Pig Technoblade avoided his gaze while blob Dream stared back at him with almost the same defiance as Phil and huffed.

“Wha— Listen here young man, you two are finally free from bandages but I'm still not letting you outside.”

The blob chitters back at him and as if actually understanding what the other imply, the avian hybrid had a response already. He remembered that one time the two tried to go out. The two still have bandages that time and Philza had no total plans of letting them out. But then the two were unforgiving and guess what? Phil was ready for whatever they'll throw. Unfortunately for the old man, the two went to the most devious plan of all.

Acting all cute

Yes, even Techno! Philza didn’t understand. With the short time he was taking care of them, he thought he at least was familiar to the basics of each’s personality. And Techno should've been opposed to that stunt!

And then suddenly he was standing

Outside

With his wife.

The pig on his arms and the blob with his wife. Joyful squeals, snort and giggles were heard as the crows fly around them— others showing them things to entertain.

“I don’t know what you two did that time, but that was a one time thing! You probably targeted my wife, it won’t work on me this time!” He declared.

Blob Dream hunched over and shortly growled at Phil. Poor Technoblade awkwardly watching the two until something happened. However, he would love to remind Dream, or even Philza, that in this form he is not accustomed for standing with two feet. Despite leaning to the door… it’s starting to hurt!!! To be fair, the pig would highly appreciate to be let outside as the boredom of staying inside was starting to get on his nerves. They want to at least move freely in a wider area if they can't just openly shift to their human form and do things like sparring. Then he felt Dream moved.

“Uh-uh… No.” Philza warned

Dream inched closer to the knob

“I said No, Dream”

Dream leaned.

“You don’t want to test me young man…”

The blob opened its mouth to hold the knob

“Don't.”

“Techno, I noticed you helping him up!”

“Twist that knob, I dare you…”

Blob Dream was about to twist it out of spite when a sudden sound startled three of them— making Techno lose his balance.

“What’s happening?” Mumza's voice came out from behind Phil.

A silence is what the woman received first before Philza uttered a single syllable and the house was filled with Phil's blabber and blob Dream's loud chittering.

The two were complaining about something, that’s only what Kristin knew.

“Okay okay” She waved her hand as she walk towards the sofa. “Don’t you think it’s too early to be this loud? Look, your making Techno uncomfortable.” Kristin added, lifting the pig to her lap. Technoblade on the other hand stiffened— still trying to get used to physical expression of affection from them.

Philza and Dream was staring down each other with growls before stopping to look at the woman of the house— who stared back at them. Neither make a noise until pig Techno snorted to Dream. The blob let out an embarrassed squeak before hopping towards Kristin and creating a noise which could be recognized as apologetic.

She giggled.

“No, little guy… I think you should apologize to Dadza!”

“Don't introduce them to that nickna—”

The old man stopped when he caught the blob staring up at him. Then Dream huffed again and turned his head away.

Such huge sass in a small body!!

“ooooh… getting sassy now. I see.” Mumza remarked, amused.

“Look what you've done.” The avian stated, pinching his nose bridge.

“What?! What did I do? I just wake up…” Kristin questioned and somewhat indignant.

“You’ve been spoiling them… now they're in rebellious phase…” Phil whined.

Isn't that usually for teenagers?

“I don’t think their rotten eggs, Dadza…” She chuckled

“Stooooop…”

His beloved laughed at his embarrassment a little bit more before asking.

“So what was the matter?” Kristin turned to the blob. “Why are you fighting with Dadza huh, little wild blob?”

“They were trying to get out without us knowing…”

Three of them noticed Kristin's body language faltered before she started speaking again.

“Do… they wanna leave now?”

Philza was too stunned from her tone that it was blob Dream who immediately reacted by violently shaking his head— squeaking as he does. For a second, both Mumza and Dadza wanted to worry Dream might get some serious whiplash.

“Right…” She smiled. “Mumza was just thinking too much! Remember, we wouldn’t force you things you won't like but…”

Kristin took a deep breath.

“If you decided that you need to go… let us know okay? Don’t just disappear.”

It was just silence. How… what are they supposed to say with that? What does Philza supposed to say? He promised the two— specifically Dream, an absolute free will to just go if they felt so. And Philza still stands with that. Yet why is it… what is…

Did they get themselves... atta—No. He won’t say it. He should stop right there.

He is a man of his words.

Dream exclaimed a loud chirp he accompanied by a nod and Phil felt himself sigh.

The chirp was so enthusiastic. So promising. So… reassuring.

Reassuring them what?

No… No Philza. They aren't pets. They aren't kids. Stop it.

“A-anyway…” Mumza cleared her throat. “I think we should listen to what Dadza said. I mean, no one has even eaten a breakfast yet!”

She set down the pig on the floor.

“We'll figure it out later. Wait here while we cook, okay?” Kristin stated and the two nod simultaneously.

The two watched the old couple made their way towards the kitchen before Dream felt Technoblade nudge him. The blob looked at the pig which made Techno pick him up. A confused cheep was heard from the blob as the pig waddled towards their room.

Blob Dream, who was now settled on the floor watched as pig Technoblade went under the pile of clothes and shifted. Dream fell backwards after getting flicked by Techno which he immediately responded with a half-hearted growl.

“Sometimes, you're really embarrassing you know…”

The blob glared at him before jumping to his own clothes and shifting to his human form.

“You're not the one to talk. You were unhelpful!” Dream whisper-yelled.

“Hey, you heard the old man reprimanding me that time I pushed you up…” The other remarked.

“That wasn’t supposed to stop you!”

“Yet it did… it’s called respect, Dream.”

“You—”

A low chuckle made the young blonde pause.

“Anyhow, you have to make a proper apology to the old man. You're quite a child when you shift to blob.” Technoblade emphasized his point with playful pokes on the other's forehead.

“Why am I getting scolded by you about my attitude. We're the same age…” Dream muttered as he stroke his forehead.

“Because apparently your mind didn’t mature in corresponds to your physical growth.”

“...smartass”

“I'm just saying, since we've been staying here— and still can not leave, we should at least mind our attitude, Dream. It shouldn’t be that difficult.”

The young blonde didn’t reply, choosing to pout instead. From outside the room, Technoblade picked up footsteps that casually approaching the room they’re in.

“Shift. Someone's coming, probably the quote unquote, Mumza.” The pinkette informed.

“Aww… you badly want to call her that.” Dream sniggered.

“Shut it.”

Not long after they shifted, the bedroom door opened revealing exactly the woman of the house— Kristin, flashing a sweet smile and kindly invited them to breakfast. The blob hopped on the pig's back and followed Mumza to where they would once again taste such heavenly cooking of the old couple.

Breakfast was done and Philza was walking around the house— did the dishes, organizing stuff and whatever else he found that needs to be taken care of. As he was doing those things however, he felt being watched or followed. He turned once thinking Kristin was up to something. And then he remembered that his beloved was actually… somewhere. He forgot.

So he shrugged off the suspicion, but then he heard a familiar soft thumping and he was convinced. He turned around once again, hands on his hips.

“Okay young man, you're busted… What do you want?”

From behind of one of the table's legs, a little blob head peeked at the avian. Then it hopped once to fully show himself— face flushed and head lowered.

Dang it!

As Philza's thoughts fight to whether interrogate the well-known mischievous blob or just surrender his weak self to the adorable sight, the blob pulled out something from behind the table leg and jumped towards Phil. The avian crouched as Dream approach, setting down a single poppy. The old man gaped as he picked up the flower and saw blob Dream looking up at him with a sheepish smile. Philza finally realized the whole gesture as an apology.

Oh the world is unfair…

“You idiot little blob…” The avian sighed with a fond smile before offering his palm. “Hop on.”

Dream's smile grew wider before leaping on the other's hand with a squeal. He was put on Phil's shoulder before he squeak again to gesture to the opened window. Looking outside, they saw Mumza crouching with pig Techno beside her. The two turned when blob Dream let out a calling squeal. Kristin grinned at them seeing, the poppy on Philza’s hand.

“We should listen to what Dadza said she said…” Phil spoke first, teasing his wife.

“Hey, in my defense, physical activity is good for the body. And since they were once injured, they deserve some wider space to get physical you know.” She answered a little bit flustered.

“Sure it does…” A chuckle.

Philza, with Dream made their way outside seeing clearly now what the other two was doing. Crows were flying around them making Mumza giggle. Some crows settled on the ground having an intense staring contest with Techno who would just move a little and the crows would flee before coming back again. Much to the crows' dismay, Technoblade had no hesitation to ignore them to approach Phil and Dream. The old man knowingly placed the blob on top of the pig's head and neck junction.

Just on time, a butterfly fluttered across Dream's sight. The blob looked down at pig Techno with a squeal before they went running after the innocent butterfly. Philza and Kristin sat down on their bench and watched the two run around the front lawn. The raven-head woman mentioned she— with Techno, was able to feed the fishes in the pond and the horses much to the old man's relief. He sighed in bliss. He could actually take a rest this early in a day.

“Oh, but no. I haven’t wash them and haven't cleaned their parcel. Not that it’s that dirty.” Mumza added.

“Nah… we're good. That could be done later when these two tired themselves.”

He heard his wife chuckled. Kristin was happy, at least his husband isn't as restless as before. They continued to watch the two. Technoblade had stopped when— for some reason, butterflies started fluttering around them or more on the blob. One yellow butterfly settled down on the pig's nose. Pig Techno awkwardly stiffened, ears flittering. At some point, blob Dream started producing chittering sound that could be interpreted as a giggle. Technoblade jerked violently and sneezed which made Dream stumbled on the pigs head and disturbing some of the butterflies.

It didn’t take the two long to get back in relaxing with the butterflies and some of the crows. Philza stared at blob Dream's smile.

He stared and stared until at some point the smile didn’t look as sweet as it started. He furrowed his brows and prompting to shake his head thinking he's starting to see things.

Silly old man

Dream was still and looked like a smiling blob figurine on top of Techno's head. A butterfly fluttered close to the blobs face, then he suddenly opened his mouth for a chomp taking the whole butterfly in his mouth.

“WHAT THE FUCK—”
“Cute…”

Phil whipped his head towards his wife, slightly disturbed with what he just noticed. Kristin had one hand on her cheek, head tilted and smiling. Her expression looked weirdly fond.

“C-cute?!” He questioned.

“Yeah! Look at his munching face.”

Okay it was a cute face but… He… Dream just ate a butterfly! What?! It’s not a big deal considering even Techno had no reaction, he was just startled because isn't Dream still a human?

Blob Dream looked around confused when the butterflies moved to a distance and some of the crows flee. Like he did not just munched a butterfly right in front of them.

The blob decided to get down from Techno to chase after crows. The pig also joined. It’s almost as if the two were competing for having the most catch.

Oooh, some crows might end up injured.

Suddenly, pig Techno stopped and hurriedly picked up Dream to dash towards Phil and Kristin. The old couple stood up, alarmed from the pig's behavior until a soft breeze blew. His wife immediately picked the two.

“Kristin— you three, stand back!”

The avian caught a whiff of gun powder before an explosion erupted. Philza engulfed the three with his wings waiting for most of the debris to cease. When the time deemed right, the old blonde stood— wings puffed up as he glared through the thin layer of smoke. Kristin remained sitting with Dream and Techno who were also on high alert.

The smoke slowly cleared up and Phil managed to recognize an awfully familiar figures— one was flapping his wings and carrying the second one.

The old man can already feel a headache coming.

“THAT WAS A WARNING! RELEASE MUMZA AT THIS SECOND, DAD!” A voice shouted.

Kristin peeked from behind Phil, beaming at the sight of two male, while Philza facepalmed.

“Oh my PRIMES! WIL! TOMMY! MY FRONT LAWN!”

“That's what you get for hogging all the Mumza moments all by yourself!” the other guy— another avian spoke as they slowly went down.

“What do you mean Mumza moments, Tommy. You could have visit here with Wilbur normally!”

“Nah, Mumza contacted us first saying she would visit us before you!” Wilbur stated.

Phil peered to his wife.

“Hehe… oops.” Kristin simply stated, sheepish.

“Mooom…” the other avian—Tommy whined, his wings twitched with slight irritation.

“Oh shut up and hug us!”

“No hugs for Philza Minecraft.”

“WHAT?!”

His sons and wife laughed before Kristin tugged him towards them. He sighed and relaxed in the embrace. It’s them— his sons, his wife. They are all here now… finally.

Oh shit, Primes! He's going to tear up!

He pulled away before he actually do it and embarrass himself. Putting a stern expression, Philza crossed his arms.

“Now, my front lawn.” He commanded “That or none of you will get a taste of your mom's dessert.”

“Yeah, sure… who would eat it. The rats?” Tommy grumbled but was about to work on it anyway. “This bombing was Wilbur's idea!”

“You agreed, child. Now let’s rush this. I need that dessert!”

Both Wilbur and Tommy seems unaware of the existence of a blob and pig currently. Dream and Technoblade just watched having no clue of what was happening and just settled on a non-verbal agreement of going inside.

Tommy and Wilbur were in the middle of their work when they saw their parents silently talking and were about to go inside the house. The younger avian perked up seemingly remembered something.

“Wait wait wait! What— Why are we being left here when one reason me and Wilbur came here is to cockblock!!” He exclaimed.

“TOMMY!!”

Philza's face turned furiously red while Kristin buried her face on her two palms. Wilbur doubled over laughing at the scene.

“W-Wilbur! What the hell did you implanted in your baby brother's head?!” Their mom squeked.

“I'M NOT A BAB—”

“I have nothing to do with it!” Wilbur cackled. “It's half the truth, anyway…”

“I SWEAR TO PRIMES, I'M GOING TO CRAFT YOU TWO A BELT.”

A chill run up their spine from their father’s warning and hurriedly went back to work. Both of the old couple's face were still a little bit flushed as they quietly entered their home. Right when they got inside, a clatter was heard from the kitchen. Both rushed and there, Techno was soaked while helping a struggling Dream who got trapped inside the thick glass cup. Kristin went immediately to lift the cup before the blob ran out of air.

Wet anyway, Mumza suggested to give the pig and blob a bath. However, with the way his wife beamed a smile towards Phil, he can't help but think that something more was running inside Kristin's mind.

And as it turns out…

He was right. After drying the two, her beloved pulled out a bag that contains a pile of fabrics— No, they were clothes. Philza, blob Dream and pig Techno peered inside the basket. The raven-head woman pulled out one outfit revealing a… pet outfit.

“Woah! You have this for them?!”

“Of course! They're too cute to share just one boring velvet cape. They deserve to look the best!” She exclaimed, eyes sparkling. (Techno will remember that.)

“I also have there outfits with your sizes. Good thing I put Tommy and Wilbur's own in there as well.”

And then an impromptu fashion show happened, except… No.

It actually didn’t happen.

The pig and blob were hesitant to try the outfits however, Dream eventually gave up and let Mumza do what she wants.

Technoblade on the other hand…

He backed on the corner yet it wasn’t him who felt helpless. Philza was apprehensive, holding the an outfit in front of a growling Techno. Dream was probably in his second or third outfit while Phil is still trying to coax the pig to try one.

His beloved and the blob were laughing at his misery D: …

After a while, he noticed Techno redirected his growl to the approaching blob. Unfazed, blob Dream stood in front of pig Techno before beaming his outfit proudly. Face flushed and bead eyes closed in a form of slits. He's wearing a blue royal cape. Fluffy fur curled around him and two little golden chains hang loosely where his ‘chest' is supposed to be. And a golden crown decorated with emeralds placed perfectly on the blob's tiny round head.

You could almost see twinkles and sparkles around blob Dream as he present his appearance to Techno.

As pig Technoblade seemed to be mesmerized, Kristin and Philza took the chance to hold him. Eventually, they managed to put the outfit that matched with Dream's, except Techno had an additional clothing that resembles a white dress shirt under the cape. Kristin and Dream squealed while Phil sighed because fucking finally!

Technoblade was not happy

Dream leaped towards him and looked at him in an admiring way, but Techno glared. He felt betrayed! He was genuinely… well, admiring Dream's look, but it was just a ploy to distract him!?

Fake friends it is…

Blob Dream jumped closer at him, leaning to touch lower parts of his face and nudged him. A gesture that they both knew as endearment.

Okay, maybe he’s a little bit happy.

He let the other continue his nudges and the blob joyfully keep doing it, letting out a quiet chirp at some points. They were blissfully unaware of the old couple crying at the sight.

Kristin carefully took out a camera and snapped a picture.

The two stopped but yes! she got one! She deserved a pat in the back which she immediately received from her equally delighted husband.

“I-I'm sorry… but that was so cute!”

The sound of the front door opening was heard

Then a scream.

“Tommy—!”

“What the f— WHAT THE FUCK!! We were out for a moment and WE ALREADY GOT REPLACED?!”

Blob Dream winced at the volume of the young avian as pig Techno grunted and unconsciously tucking his head to Phil.

“Tommy, tone it down honey… Techno's hearing is too sharp.”

“YOU NAMED—”

“TOMMY!”

“—THEM ALRE-“

A hand clasped the young avian's mouth and Wilbur appeared behind.

“Mom and Dad said Shut up, so shut up gremlin!” The brunette stated as Tommy slapped his hand off.

“YOU DARED PUT YOUR DIRTY HA—”

Philza felt the weight in his lap became heavier and saw the pig fainted. Dream noticed it immediately and growled, livid.

Oh no…

The blob hopped towards Tommy who was stunned by the tiny bizarre creature in front him. He was too late to register the aggression directed to him until

A loud smack and thump.

Tommy ended up on the floor with a furious blob on his chest glaring down at him.

First, Phil didn’t know the blob could jump that high and forceful.
Second, Remind them, crows to not pissed the little blob ever.

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Silence fell in the household.

Wilbur, Philza, and Kristin gaped at the little creature and the poor child lying on the floor. There was absolutely no one who expected the blob to go from a gleeful goofball to a completely different attitude and went straight for an attack.

Phil remembered the first time he encountered the blob. If… the blob wasn’t injured that time… will he end up lying in the ground like his stupid youngest son right now?

It's better it turned out the way it did.

Wilbur, however, knows none of that and the pure instinct to make fun of his little brother made him the first one to react.

He cracked up.

The brunette was clutching his stomach, leaning to look down at his brother’s face. There he realized Tommy was just too shock from the impact and not actually unconscious, but the fact that he's wake just gave Wilbur more reason to point and laugh at his face.

While the eldest son was drowning in hysterics, Kristin managed to get her husband's attention.

“I’ll take Techno in the room, honey. You go check on Tommy… He'll probably have a huge bruise.”

Philza nodded before giving his wife the unconscious pig. When he turned, Tommy was finally sitting up, however highly apprehensive due to the blob which continues to glare daggers at him. His youngest was red with probably a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. Wilbur felt the tiniest form of mercy and tried to stifle his laughs.

It infuriated Tommy even more!

Their father approached them with a first aid kit in hand as Wilbur started talking.

“I… I like this little guy” He remarked in between his giggles. “You know, Dad… Tell me about this guy. What's his name? Where’d you find him? I want to get to know this little dude more.” Wilbur added as he reached a finger to give pokes on Dream's round head.

The avian chuckled, more to Tommy who tried to say something but was afraid to feel more pain, therefore just settled on a scoff.

“He is Dream a— as you can see, a blob. You'll discover the rest sooner than you'll expect.” Phil responded while checking and tending the younger avian.

“Sure!” The brunette stated getting more into playing the blob's head with his forefinger.

They may have forgotten that blob Dream is still a little bit mad and getting more and more annoyed by the constant jabs of Wilbur's finger.

And so at one poke, he didn't think twice to bite.

He caught the brunette off guard and Wilbur flinched, ready to retract his hand.

“A— wait…”

Tommy grimaced at the fact his brother doesn’t look hurt.

Because it actually didn’t hurt!

Wilbur stared and he could clearly tell the blob genuinely intended to cause pain from the bite. And as if hearing his thoughts, blob Dream released his fingers. He forgot he actually can't hurt a human with a bite in this form! The blob felt himself heat up in embarrassment and looked up to the older brother.

It was a mistake!

Right after he looked up, the guy was looking down at him with an unforgiving Cheshire cat smirk.

“Was that supposed to let me feel something aside from tickles or were you actually just going to nibble my finger?” Wilbur relished the increased flush on the blob's face.

“Getting along with Dream?”

Kristin came with a tray of cold drinks and snacks that he immediately prepared after tucking Techno in the bed.

“Yep!” Wilbur beamed.

Their mother snickered, seeing Dream does not seem to share the same enthusiasm the eldest son radiates.

“How are you, Tommy?” She went to asked her son, crouching beside him.

“Mom…” the young avian whimpered. “Those three are bullying me…” He held the ice pack on his jaw.

“What?!”

“Hush, Phil… let our boy ask for comfort from his mom.” Kristin told Philza who just stood up to put the kit back.

“I'm not a boy! I'm a MAN!”

“Yeah sure, Tommy.” Wilbur remarked before laughing once again.

Blob Dream's smile seemed to look more like a smirk, directed at Tommy.

“Piss off! You all are mean except Mumza…” Tommy remarked before hugging his mom.

“I see who’s the favorite parent…” Philza spoke and went to sit on the couch.

“I’m surprised it took you this long to realize it.”

“Oh, you—”

“Shhh… Techno's sleeping just there and him fainting is the reason why the blob attacked you in the first place, Tommy.” Mumza reminded.

Dream squeaked at the mention of Techno and went hopping towards the room. Tommy stared as blob Dream squeezed his little body through the small gap in the doorway.

“What’s up with that… little shit anyway?” the young avian glared at where the said guy disappeared.

“He just whooped your arse.” Wilbur remarked.

“Fuck you!”

The youngest snuggled closer to his mom, still embarrassed from that fact and Kristin happily brushed his hair.

“Okay, enough of that. You two wash your hands and go have some snacks.” Mumza stated.

Dream peeked one last time before turning to his human form and quietly locked the door. He went to pick up and wear his shorts then gently went to sit on the bed where his beloved friend currently sleeps. Albeit the reason Technoblade's out right now wasn’t really pleasant, the blonde was glad he looked so serene. It’s not often that he could have a chance to watch the other like this.

He was so tranced, he didn’t remember when was Techno begin to wake up. Dream blinked at the pig who sat up and has been staring up at him this whole time. He somehow recalled how unreadable Technoblade is, even when he was on his human form. The pig remained sitting still, looking directly at the blonde's eyes. The other's probably still groggy.

Dream was starting to feel a little bit weird when he decided to break the gaze and clear his throat. He fidgeted to the fabric as the other moved. Dream expected him to shift, but he felt a weight on his lap instead. He froze for a moment while Techno shuffled for a little bit until he relaxed on Dream’s lap. Dream can't help but to quietly giggle, a soft smile stayed on his face as he offered soothing pets to his lovely little friend. Again, it isn't that often for him to have chances like this.

And he felt so happy right now.

Strange, one may say, yet he can't help it. Dream knows for himself he liked it this way sometimes. Watching his friend let his guard down in his sleep, or just let Dream seeing him like this, because otherwise, it just infuriated the blonde. He won't admit it but Technoblade is a better fighter, therefore— somehow, their travels would be: Force Dream to rest and Techno would sleep with one eye open. It wasn’t that obvious during fights since they are both highly capable of defending themselves, but Dream noticed how the other would take some of Dream's fight as his own.

At first, he felt somehow insulted.

Yet now, he just felt… guilty? Useless? But he knows for sure he wanted to do something for his dear friend in return.

Because, Why?!

What's the point? They're together, they are a duo. The responsibility should be equal. However, Dream no longer insisted the topic. It would be times like this that he felt like he was offering the other something. For once in a while, He could let Technoblade feel that he would always have his back. He would love to take care of him too…

Afterall, their world has always been like this

Techno, Dream and anyone else.

Philza, as his family engages in a long-awaited moment to tell their tales from their journey, still can’t help but glance at the closed guest room door. He turned his gaze to his family once again. His beloved wife sat beside him on the couch, listening intently and saying some things as she stared at her sons with such loving motherly gaze. Wilbur, despite prioritizing to tease his brother had a sparkle in his eyes since they all sat together, a contented smile rest on his face. He radiated some form of pride when the youngest rambled about some adventure they did together. Speaking of the younger, Tommy talked really loud. A kind of loud that makes you chuckle but listen anyway despite how ridiculous the story might sound. He flung his arms around, emphasizing every word and action he narrated. He blabbered with such enthusiasm as if he did not just get decked a while ago.

Phil sighed in contentment.

Though, something felt odd.

And that was when he found himself gazing at the guest room door. He suddenly felt a gentle touch on his hand and Kristin was looking at him with soft understanding. He squeezed back to his wife's hand and walked towards the aforementioned room. Just before he knocks or twist the knob, a small click from the inside was heard. Still, he decided to knock gently and opened the door. At first, he just saw Techno lying on the bed until the blob jumped up with a chirp to show himself.

Oh Primes…

“I think I should introduce you properly to my sons… They want to know you too.”

Blob Dream tilted his head with a small cheep while pig Techno had his ear twitched.

“I… promise Tommy won't screech again.” He giggled. “Sorry about that by the way… Dream did give him some remarkable first impression so…”

Technoblade side-eyed Dream, curious about what the old man meant regarding Dream and the loud kid. The blob sweatdropped and froze in spot without looking back at him. Philza who badly want the two to join them, cleared his throat

“Mumza made snacks.”

That’s what it only took for Techno to lift his head and fully turn to him and Dream to hop with a beam.

Do they also like Mumza more than him..?

“Seriously…” He sighed but smiled regardless. “Let’s go… you might end up with nothing. The boys love Mumza's cooking too, y'know.”

The pig and blob duo gleefully followed their caregiver. They were met with different reactions when they reached the living room. Tommy scowled at the sight of Dream, Kristin offered a warm smile and Wilbur cooed.

“Oh… You little—” A sneer

“Hello~” A sweet greeting.

“Dream! My guy! Oh they're in matching clothes!” A squeal.

“Tommy, don’t start again.” Philza reminded him with a snicker.

The rest of the time went on with them rambling about random subjects while taking snacks. Tommy still doesn’t appear fond of the blob and maybe it’s mutual for Dream as well but he ignored every grumble and quips the young avian makes. They all bet it would pass though since that’s usually how Tommy starts friendship— either annoy the shit out of them or fight. What a nice kid. Technoblade on the other hand was thankful he won't be going to be deaf anytime soon but he finds the child obnoxious. Tommy has some odd curiosity towards Techno and stared at him as he has never seen a pig before.

It’s already known that Wilbur liked Dream. At first, it was mostly a joke to mock his little brother to the fullest, but he slowly finds the blob endearing. There is also this playful aura from the blob that slowly convinced the brunette to be fond of him. He finds blob Dream's expression amusing like when he would offer a bite from a bread just to pull it away right before the blob could take a bite. The blob would look up at him with a glare. It makes Wilbur cackle. The brunette discovered he finds the pig interesting and liked him too! While he was messing with the blob, he caught the pig watching them intently. Nothing from the pig gave away the meaning of the stare, but it certainly meant something right? And then he saw pig Techno blinked like he just noticed something and immediately looked away after noticing Wilbur. The Cheshire cat smirk was back. He offered a bread right after Techno finished his own.

“Take a bite!” He stated with a smile.

The brunette figured he could make the pig overthink while he had the blob chitter complains at him. Messing with the two simultaneously! Except he didn’t predict a sharp pain coming from the bite Technoblade did on his hand making him let go of the bread. Pig Techno managed to snatch and Wilbur felt like if the pig could smirk, it would probably do it right now.

His hand might hurt a little bit now, but that doesn’t change the fact that he liked his parents' pets.

“I’m proud of you, Dad…”

“…What?”

The avian received no context as his eldest son offered him a dramatic pat on the back.

At some point with all of them together, the old man's house became too lively. It's deafening!

“AHHHHHHHH GET THIS SWINE OFF MY TRAILS! WILBURRRRR!”

Tommy was screeching after bolting out of the house. For some reason, he thought that messing with the pig was a great idea. He was wrong. His second mistake is using mumza's last cooking as a tool. Tommy ran with the last piece of cupcake in his hand that he snatched from pig Techno.

At this point, Technoblade was just chasing him to cause terror.

Wilbur's in tears laughing at the sight of his brother, enjoying the show from the window. Blob Dream chitters on his shoulder definitely finding the situation funny as well. To be honest, Dream wanted that last piece but this is fine. Wilbur took pity for his brother and decided to shout him some instructions and guides to help him when the blob chased after him as well. Despite how the situation looks, small chuckles can be heard from Tommy, and sometimes he would show a competitive stance as well.

Well…

That’s no longer the case after Wilbur found him at the corner of a room curled in a ball with the two menacing creatures. The two cornered Tommy at some point and now he sat there with pig Techno and blob Dream on top of the pig's head staring down at him. The light was against the two and with the way Tommy backed himself in the corner, their shadow seemingly loomed over him.

The young avian reckoned if the blob had arms, he would be T-posing.

Suddenly, the two were lifted and Tommy saw his father who whipped his head to Wilbur immediately after picking up Techno and Dream.

“Wilbur…” Philza spoke with a tone dancing between disappointed or fighting back to laugh.

“I-I'm sorry…” The brunette gasped as he clutched his stomach from hysterics. “I’m sorry… they— TOMMY LOOKED RIDICULOUS!”

And just that his brother doubled over, laughing again.

“Primes… Tommy would be traumatized…” Their father stated.

Kristin came and took the youngest in a hug.

“I’m sorry.” She spoke although she’s giggling as well. “I should've made more. Don’t worry tomorrow I’ll double the number, that would mean you have to fetch me more ingredients, hun.”

“Sure!”

“I hate this.” The youngest grumbled as he stared at the two who got themselves comfortable in his father’s arms.

“You were just laughing a while ago.” Wilbur quipped

“I don’t know. Maybe if it were you in the corner with them, you'll fucking understand…”

“Unfortunately, I can't curl myself the way you did. I'm too tall for it.”

“I'm 6’3!”

“Stop adding to it, we all know you're 6’1”

The brothers for Techno and Dream are exhausting. They've just dealt with them for one day and they feel drained! Just in time when Dream's body felt the need to shift, they're finally on the bed. The blonde sighed audibly as he flopped on the bed and buried his face in the pillows. Technoblade shortly stretched before prompting to get in the bed, but then he felt uncomfortable as he liked to sleep without a shirt. And so, he looked down to remove his… dress shirt?

He still has a blue cape…

And to further confuse himself more he reached above his head and there he felt the crown

He still has the crown…

In his human form?!

Did… did the outfit grew with his body?

He was convinced when he looked at Dream— already softly snoring, still has the now large blue cape and a short. The crown was on the floor, fell when Dream literally jumped to the bed. Does Dream knew it already? The other doesn’t seem worried or confused. Maybe the blonde was too exhausted to notice. Regardless, it seems like he needs to talk to Phil tomorrow.

Did someone know? Maybe this was a coincidence?

A fabric that grew with the body of a shape shifter...

He shook his head. Tomorrow. Now, they need to sleep. Technoblade took a breath before removing his and Dream's extra clothes and went under the covers.

He still felt anxious.

But he wants to trust Phil.

A screech loud enough knocked him out of the slumber. They groaned, however, it seems like the exhaustion from yesterday was just enough that they still can't completely wake up. Not to mention the familiarity of each other’s warmth seemed to soothe their sore muscles and perhaps lull them back to sleep.

And then.

“WILL!! SOME BANDITS MANAGED TO SNEAK IN AND DECIDED TO FUCK IN THE GUEST ROOM!!!”

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Tommy woke up a little bit more tired than what usually his own version of “tired” is. Walking out of his room, he saw the door of Wilbur's room slightly open and he guessed the guy's already awake. Well, why is he checking whether his older brother's awake or not?! That was younger bitch boy Tommy's lame habit! Nope!

Living in the house where they grew doesn’t mean he has to retain their old habits or mannerisms.

Well…

It doesn’t mean those are bad if he was being honest… It gave him some sort of feeling. Nostalgia?

Wait.

No

No

No!

Big man Tommy doesn’t do emotions! Leave him aloneeeeeeee!

He scowled and grumbled as he made his way downstairs. He could feel his wings twitch but on top of that, he heard the soft rumble of his stomach. He’s more excited to eat breakfast now, considering the food would be either his mother or father's cooking. That is a whole lot of difference compared to his brother’s or from some small eateries.

The stairs is right beside Philza and Kristin's room and a few steps from the living room. Tommy immediately noticed the ugly brown-head of his brother. Wilbur sat on the couch that made him turned his back at the stairway. He has his guitar which he just found and mindlessly strumming and fiddling with its strings. Tommy beelined towards the kitchen.

No Mumza…

No Phil?!

“Wil! Where's mom and dad?!” The young avian asked standing right at the junction of living room and kitchen.

“Oh! They went out.” Wilbur stated and took a sip of his hot choco drink. “To buy something, I guess. Mumza took Dad with her. They missed flying together and they looked so smitten. I had to let them go.” He added

“Wha— WHY?! We are going to fail our mission, Wilbur! What the fuck?!”

“I—what?! Oh my fucking Primes! It’s not like they are going to—” The brunette slapped himself on the face. He's not really on the mood to deal with what his younger brother is implying.

Seriously, that mission cockblock was just a joke! Primes, What did he do?

“Just, shut up and take some pancakes right there.” Wilbur made a shooing motion. “Oh right! Can you also give Dream and… Techno— I think that’s the name, their breakfast. There’s a separate plate for them right there. You could take it in their room.”

“Why didn’t you do it yourself?! You've been awake this whole time!”

“I forgot. You're there already so I think you should do it.” Wilbur simpered.

“They're not my pets! Didn’t you like the blob bitch?!”

“Yes, I do. But I told you… you are closer there, you could do it! Perhaps, they'll like you. Also you're literally playing with them yesterday. Stop lying.”

“You— You fucking Suck!”

Tommy grumbled but he took the plate for the blob and pig anyway. He stopped right in front of the guest room which two little pets occupied. Why would Mumza and Dadza have to give a whole ass room for the two?! What the hell!

He shot Wilbur one last glare. His brother isn't looking but he knows Wilbur could feel his stares. Oh this man! Tommy will kick him in the balls if a screeching pig started to chase him down once again.

He slowly twisted the knob, the same as he opened the door. But what he saw confused him. No, stunned him perhaps.

No pig

No blob.

In the bed are two FUCKING STRANGERS sleeping…

Are they… are they bandits? Wait…

Are they…

The young avian squint. One guy had his head resting at the exposed chest of the other while the pinkette holds the blonde by the waist…

They're… naked— No shirts… there’s probably nothing underneath the blanket—

They..

They..

They fu—

He screamed

“AAAAHHHHHHH! WILL!! SOME BANDITS MANAGED TO SNEAK IN AND DECIDED TO FUCK IN THE GUEST ROOM!!!”

Wilbur was sipping the last amount of his drink only to be forcefully spat out, leaving him coughing on the couch.

“OH MY FUCKING— MY DAMN EYES!! WHAT THE FUCK! THESE DISGUSTING PEOPLE!” Tommy exclaimed as he stepped backwards, slapping his hand on his eyes. “GET A BLUNT BEFORE THEY GET AWAY WILBUR!!”

Except, Wilbur stood there stunned. After all the screaming and the curses that Tommy continuously spat in the air, One of the men— the pink haired one, woke up groaning and now's staring at Wilbur, horrified. They probably remained that way until the glint of an iron sword caught their sight.

“Tommy, Wait!” “Wait!”

The pinkette and Wilbur exclaimed simultaneously at Tommy who stopped but still held the sword, ready to attack.

“Don’t dare me to stop, Wilbur! I'll fucking stab these shameless bastards!!”

“No, just listen—”

“They did the dirty— NOT IN THE HOLY MINECRAFT HOUSEHOLD!”

Okay

Forgive him, Primes but…

Wilbur fucking wheezed!

It’s definitely inappropriate to laugh now considering the pink haired guy seems genuinely apprehensive about the situation, but Dang it, Tommy!. The other guy— a long haired blonde, who somehow still cuddling on top of the other even if the pinkette had sit up, woke up annoyed by all of the noise, rubbing his eyes sluggishly.

However, all of the blonde's drowsiness got kick out of him as he paled at the scene. Both unfamiliar men tensed at the sight of the sword. Not to mention, Wilbur's laugh sounded maniacal in both Dream and Technoblade's ears.

“O-Okay… listen… put the blade down and let us explain…” Dream spoke.

Wilbur forced himself to stop and listened. Tommy, however…

“What else is there to explain?! You— you disgusting bandits!”

“What? We're— we're not—”

“Philza!” Technoblade blurted, cutting off Dream. “If you don’t want to hear anything from us, then you could ask your father.”

“Like HELL I'M GOING TO CALL MY DAD! Consider yourselves lucky actually. If he's the one who found you two… you'll be dead in a second!” Tommy exclaimed, pointing the sword at them.

Dream looked at Wilbur, knowing the older is way more smarter than the loud child wishing the brunette could do something to help them. However, Wilbur seemed to have something else in his mind. Hand covering his mouth and chin, and eyes fixated at the floor.

He was laughing a while ago and now, he's not paying attention?! He's really doing a great job at being unhelpful.

“Just… just let us talk. Call your, Dad or whatever… Put the sword down.”

“You two don't get to talk! After… After what you've done!? Seriously?! That’s how you're going to react?!”

“What do you mean—?”

“YOU TWO LITERALLY SNEAKED INTO SOMEONE ELSE'S HOUSE AND FUCKED IN ONE OF THE ROOMS!!” Tommy snapped. “THERE’S A CHILD IN THIS HOUSE FOR PRIME'S SAKE!”

Dream and Technoblade froze

Before both of their faces explode in red, sputtering.

“Wh-What the hell are you saying!?” Dream squeaked. “We didn’t —”

“Shut up! Shut up! Release our pets! Give us Dream and Techno before I fucking kill you both!”

“G-get off my lap, Dream…” Technoblade whispered, beet red as he bury his face on his palm.

Dream looked back and forth to Tommy and Techno, face hot with embarrassment. He slowly got off the pinkette's lap, lifting the covers in the process and the young avian is screaming again!!

“NO! NO! FUCK YOU BOTH! I DON’T HAVE TO SEE IT!!! AHHHH!!” Tommy slapped himself to cover his eyes, carelessly swinging the sword in the air.

“I told you, we didn’t—”

“AHHHHHH”

Dream turned to Wilbur once again who finally seems to be paying attention, however the brunette has that smirk again! It’s never good whenever he does that!

“HOLY FUCK— THEY REALLY— MY EYES! MY EYES!! TOMMY COVER YOUR EYES…” Wilbur suddenly yelled

Dream and Technoblade snarled at him, but he wasn’t looking as he was busy stifling his laughs.

“So you two really—” Tommy stated still covering his eyes. He growled as he lift the sword with two hands, closed his eyes and rushed towards the direction of the two ‘bandits’.

Wilbur's eyes widen in alarm and dashed forward to pull Tommy. Dream and Techno scrambled out of the bed leaving the blanket to get slashed by the young avian's swing.

Oh so they’re actually wearing pajama pants and shorts.

“Dream and Techno…”

“Dream and Techno”

“Did not…”

“Did not”

“Fuck.”

“Fuck.”

“Dream and Techno did not fuck.” Dream repeated.

“You disgusting perverts!” Tommy stated.

The long haired blonde lunged forward and Tommy wasn’t afraid to stand up. Technoblade grabbed Dream back while Wilbur yanked Tommy downwards.

The house was filled with screams and clatters before the four of them end up sitting on opposite couches facing each other. Wilbur has to hold Tommy down by his wings until he eventually calm down and confiscated the sword. Dream and Technoblade did stop when Tommy was apprehended so it was easier from that point.

They were all sitting in a short silence. Dream and Techno wore their robes over their shorts and pajamas (respectively) to make things less awkward than how the Minecraft brothers started their day. Within the silence, Wilbur looked around the house and Primes, It’s a mess! A couple of shattered plates littered in the kitchen, the pancakes are wasted as well, blade marks could be seen on some furniture, cushions have opened slash displaying its cotton/foam content and the blankets and curtains are ripped and cut. The brunette sighed. He felt a little bit responsible for the mess.

“Listen, Tommy… there's… there is really nothing that happen. You need to stop insisting that to them. It’s actually starting to make the atmosphere uncomfortable.” Wilbur explained.

Tommy opened his mouth to talk, but Wilbur cut him off.

“No, Tommy… Didn’t you chase them around the house?! If you would recall, they're wearing shorts and pajama pants idiot!”

They could see Dream slumped his shoulders and Techno peeking at them— hand still on his temples after hearing Wilbur.

“Then… then— how?! Who are they? What the fuck are they doing here? What did they do to the blob and pig that occupied that room? How can you all explain those?!” The young avian asked, throwing his arms in the air.

“That’s what we've been trying to explain, but you keep on interrupting us with your screams!” The blonde responded.

Tommy glared at Dream and was about to quip something when Technoblade raised a hand and walked inside their room to get something. They all watched as the pinkette emerged from the guest room with the blue cape that the brothers recognized as their mom's gift. It was after a couple of seconds and the tall pink-haired guy shrunk then under the pajama pants and robe, the familiar pig popped up with the blue cape.

Tommy stared with wide eyes and bewilderment. Wilbur, despite understanding this just a while ago whistled with pure amusement.

The pig stared at them for a while with utter indifference. A flick of his ear and pig Techno was walking back to the room, dragging his clothes with him.

Dream turned back to face the flabbergasted brothers.

“See… We want to tell you we're literally Dream the blob and Techno the pig…”

“W-wait so… you're the blob?!” Wilbur exclaimed.

“Yes, Wilbur… I am.” Dream rolled his eyes.

“I wouldn’t have noticed! You have no resemblance to your blob form!”

Dream chuckled at Wilbur.

“Yep!” he popped the ‘p'. “But I do have to tell you that I could literally bite you now. And this time, it will hurt.” Dream smirked.

Well, what a wording…

The brunette lowly chuckled and tilted his head to look at Dream with half-lidded eyes.

“Was that suppose to be a threat?” He taunted. Dream would've sputtered if not for the sudden voice of Tommy.

“…So, they're actually mom and dad's ‘pets’?” The young avian slumped on the couch. “They’re the bitch blob Dream and wild pig Techno…”

Tommy spoke as if he has no intention to let anyone hear but does nothing about it. He just feels exhausted… he might cry from exhaustion actually but he wouldn’t admit it to himself.

“You're actually worried about the ‘pets’, right? You panicked when you saw no traces of the Techno and Dream you knew…” Wilbur concluded based on his brother's initial reaction.

It was Tommy's turn to sputter, especially when his brother said that exactly when Technoblade came back.

“N-No! Fuck you! Wh-Why would I worry about them?! They chased me around yesterday!! I hate them! I hate you, Wilbur!” Tommy glared with a flushed face.

Dream purposely cooed. The gremlin could still be cute! Wilbur stifled his giggles. Even Techno snorted! Tommy's face burned with embarrassment. He stood abruptly and was about to book it when Wilbur once again yanked him down.

They have to fix this mess before Mumza and Dadza come back.

“Th-they're not nearby… are they?”

“Nope. They're not. They are probably in the main village. It's where most of the trading and businesses happen. Why'd you sound nervous asking?”

“Right... Your Dad and us talked and decided to hide our shapeshifting ability from your mother. We had to pretend like a normal pet until she has to leave again. But as you may conclude, a lot of things happened unexpectedly.”

That includes the visit of the brothers, huh…

“But why would Dad decides to hide it from Mom? I could assure you she doesn’t have any problems about things like this.”

“The issue is on your Dad… Ask him that when they came back.”

After that, all four of them silently worked on fixing the mess in the house until it all went down to the ripped garments which what they currently staring at on the floor.

“Wh-what are we going to do now?”

“This is Tommy's fault…”

“Shut the fuck up!”

“I could say that Wilbur caused Tommy's outburst, technically so…”

They were about to start with another argument when the front door suddenly opened. Philza and Kristin went inside immediately with bags on their hands.

Everyone ended up frozen on spot.

Philza felt like his heart stopped beating.

Techno and Dream paled.

Wilbur and Tommy tensed.

What will happen now?

Philza noticed his wife's mouth opened to speak and he sputtered immediately, trying to at least be able to explain.

“I-I could explain! Let me explain first Kristin…”

The brothers winced hearing their father use Mumza's first name to call her with such anxious voice.

Another beat of silence came and they all— probably just the boys, felt breathless under the heavy atmosphere. Imagine how startled they were when a soft giggle was heard and eventually turning into an actual laugh…

“What's wrong? Why are you all so tense?” Mumza spoke, wiping a single tear from his eye.

Now the boys stared at her with utter confusion. She beamed at Dream and Techno who jumped under her gaze and skipped to them with an embrace.

“So this is how you two look like” Kristin muttered, happy. “I've been waiting for you to be comfortable enough to show me. I'm sorry it has to be like this, but I'm happy that this happened!” She smiled.

“Wh-what? YOU KNEW?!” Philza exclaimed.

“She knew?!” Dream followed.

Kristin can't help but laugh again at their reactions.

“Oh honey… You may have forgotten you're not the only one who can understand the crows!”

The old man paused before whipping his head to the flock of crows by their window. They all flew out of his sight. These snitches…

“Oh right… Literally all of us could understand them, Dad” Wilbur voiced.

“But how come no one told us?” Tommy wondered.

Mumza chuckled once again.

“And by the way Techno looked at me… I guess he's aware I knew the secret, am I right?” Kristin looked at Techno.

“Y-yeah…”

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” Dream spoke.

“I just discovered it last night, when I accidentally shift without removing the cape. It grew with my body, Dream and so is yours but you were too tired to notice.”

Kristin perked up at the mention of her gift.

“I'm so glad you caught it!” She clasped her hands together and continued. “You two looked stunning! Especially your long hair! I want to do a lot of things with it— of course if you'll allow me, and oh! I still have a lot of clothes that I picked hoping it would fit you two! I want to see you dress up with my boys!” she rambled.

Philza snickered at his beloved's excitement. Look at her literally sparkling with enthusiasm!

“We have outfits too?” Wilbur asked.

“And why not?!” Mumza responded.

“Fuck yes!” Tommy cheered.

Although relieved, both Techno and Dream flushed with mixed emotions. They don’t know how to react to this… they're silently panicking despite feeling flattered. But they both met Philza's gaze from behind Mumza and he's smiling at them gently. Encouraging…

They felt a small smile on their face. The blabbering became silent in their ears as Techno and Dream looked at each other with reassurance and agreement. Simultaneously, they took a breath and lowered their shoulders, calming down.

In the middle of their cheerful chatter, they finally noticed the increasing number of crows cawing compliments to the two shape shifters. The family laughed at the crows making the other two confused.

They heard a breath hitched and they all looked at the shape shifters.

“A-are they saying something about how we… how we look?” Dream muttered. Technoblade also looked at them with the same insecurity swirling around his eyes.

It made them frown a little bit.

“Nope. No… quite the opposite actually..” To their shock, it was Tommy who spoke immediately to reassure the two, albeit scowling.

“Awww…” Wilbur cooed. “Tommy, admit you're a softie” He added, ruffling Tommy's hair.

Once again, the young avian sputtered curses to Wilbur.

A couple of shameless crows flew towards Dream and Technoblade. Some chose to land on the two's shoulders and head, the other settled on flying just near them. The Minecrafts were chuckling at the duo's stiff posture until a caw emerged from the crows and they all stared.

Hot Daddy!

Like, WHAT THE FU—

It didn’t take long when various caws rang which all can be understood by the Minecrafts as something inappropriate. The longer they listen, it seems like the more… worse the supposedly compliments the crows were throwing.

Tommy's disturbed.

Wilbur's annoyed.

Philza's in his father mode.

And Kristin smiled… menacingly..

Technoblade and Dream were left unaware.

Philza, who had enough, swings his wing to shoo the creepy crows he never knew existed with the flock he's been taking care since the beginning. As these crows fly around to escape, Kristin grabbed one by the neck with one hand— the crow she specifically chose, remembering it to be the one who made the most disturbing comment.

She held it down firmly and smiled at it. The smile was sweet…

Terrifyingly sweet

It taunts the crow. It sends chill to its feathers. A smile that would probably haunt it.

“Well, you have some… interesting flowery words… are you?” The woman of the house spoke, cold.

Everyone later, just forgot what happened especially Dream and Techno who had no clue what just happened. But they do noticed the crows were surrounding something. It almost looked like a bullying scene where someone is being ganged up.

Also the amount of feathers that were falling was concerning.

They— especially Mumza was about to go back to the cheerful blabber when rumbling sounds made her pause.

Three faces turned red.

The other three cackled before Kristin sent Dream, Techno and Tommy to take their breakfast. Then, she called Wilbur handing him the damaged garments from the floor. Some kind crows told Phil and Kristin what happened while they're gone and that, Wilbur caused the outburst.

He better start learning how to sew.

Chapter Text

The chaotic start for a day had gradually calmed down with a luscious breakfast and now with a warm bath.

A foggy view filled his sight as thin clouds of steam float featly around him. Sleek strands of long pink hair flow gently along the movements of a slightly opaque water.

Technoblade exhaled a pleased sigh. And despite his built and big physique, he sank deeper into the water, submerging his mouth. This bathroom really was constructed to accommodate one man or at least someone of the size of Phil. It’s been a long time since he had a blissful bath like this and by a long time, he meant when he was a kid— probably barely a teenager.

Dream and Techno have been travelling for who knows how long. Nomads. And for baths they usually do it in their smaller form together in the closest river they have stumbled upon. Since travelling, they rarely give their human form the feeling of a proper bath, simply because washing with their other form is easier and some people who may saw them just choose to ignore two stray strange creatures.

And now that he thinks about it

This is also the first time in a long while he took a bath… alone.

And he damn well remembered how Dream basically tried to squeeze them together, persisting it would be fine. If Technoblade didn’t know better, he would say the other just threw a tantrum over it. He couldn’t blame Dream, though. They have been accustomed to taking a bath together in either form and if not because of Tommy's constant comment of it being weird, he would have insisted on it as well.

He sighed and prepared to get out.

He was wrapping a towel around his hips when the door abruptly swung open. Dream came rushing to him, bumping on his chest, and Techno subconsciously wrapped a hand around him. The pinkette felt himself tensed after the other looked up at him with slightly teary eyes and a nervous expression.

“Sh-She's going to cut it!”

“What?!”

It didn’t take long when Philza's wife, came with a small peek then showing herself fully with a pair of scissors in hand. Dream scoots behind Technoblade, he doesn’t want to show any aggression towards the kind woman, but the pinkette doesn’t really know what’s happening.

Oh, wait.

“Dream…” Kristin called.

“I-I don’t want to cut it! It’s my and Techno's… little connection… or something…” Dream's voice slowly turned into a whisper as he talks and slowly hides behind Techno's broad shoulders. Both Kristin and Technoblade caught Dream shook his head before he peeked out from behind and spoke once again.

“I would cut it short if Techno does the same! But I know he won’t so, nope! I’m not cutting it!” The blonde huffed.

Techno could only raise an eyebrow to Dream.

“I know…” Kristin sighed. “And I wanted to tell you that I’m not even planning on cutting it short, but you ran immediately after you heard the first snip!”

“Then what are you planning to do? Hair is still cut.” The other insisted with a small pout.

“Silly…” Kristin giggled and crossed her arms feigning an indignant expression “I need to fix your hair! Split ends, dry ends and tangles! I was only going to trim it, Dream.”

Technoblade side-eyed the blonde.

Dream received a sharp flick on his forehead.

“Seriously… busting inside a bathroom where someone was taking a bath…” Wilbur has his palm on his face as he silently giggled.

Dream rolled his eyes and remained sitting on a chair. A cloth— slightly wet after he hugged Technoblade's soaked torso, wrapped around him as Mumza snipped his hair. She's about to finish. Mumza literally dragged Dream out of the bathroom and the house to trim his hair on the front lawn. It would be easier to clean the mess considering she has to do Techno's hair next.

“It’s Techno and Dream…” The youngest avian sighed. “At this point, it may not even surprise me if you tell me Techno's butt naked and Dream didn’t even flinch.”

Tommy grimaced from his sit by the window, looking outside to his mom and the blob bitch. Their first encounter as humans is still fresh in his mind. It's just a while ago!. He knows what he thought about them isn’t true, but it was still a shock!

That’s why Tommy finds himself trying to convince his mind that their stay with these two would probably involve some weird things. And when it happens, he's not going to act surprised.

Or maybe Tommy's just being exaggerated. But still!!

“Well, we know every scar in each other’s body so it’s definitely not going to shock us anymore.”

“Ah yes, homies being homies…” Wilbur remarked.

They just heard a slap sound from the house when Tommy just smacked his face from what he just heard. Kristin laughed while Technoblade blissfully ignored the conversation in favor of sitting comfortably on the bench beside Wilbur and quietly munch cookies. Who knows where he snatched that.

“So what's your favorite scar?” Wilbur asked, purely satire and someone choked.

“Wha—”

“—The one on his chest!” Dream beamed before catching a cookie that the pinkette threw with an intent to hit his head. Techno didn’t look like he minds that it failed, just peered at the blonde who started eating it with a smirk.

“Hey! Don’t waste food!” Mumza remarked.

The four boys laughed and talked as Kristin started with Technoblade's hair now. Like Dream's, the pinkette's hair has some tangles and split ends however, she stared with admiration at the taller man's long hair. It could almost reach the ground when Techno sat on the chair, maybe the chair's too low but, what amazed the raven-haired woman is whenever she combs her fingers between the long pink locks. Fingers slide smoothly despite the occasional stops that easily entangled by a hairbrush. Akin to a satin silk, streaks of shine pass across the strands as she moves her palm following the flow. It fell like the finest curtain of a royalty.

And it’s fricking entrancing!

“I-Is there something wrong?” A deep voice suddenly spoke. She must have been staring and mindlessly combing his hair, concerning Technoblade.

If there are things she was able to understand about the two, one of them is that Dream and Techno could get really self-conscious.

“Ah! No!” Mumza reassured. “I just find your hair really pretty!”

“Hah! Suck it, Dream!”

“Dream's hair is actually pretty as well! More like, really fluffy I can't help but constantly pet it that I unintentionally mess it up and I have to brush it again…” She sheepishly giggled as she started snipping.

“Is that why it took you so long to finish mine?”

“No, it’s because you’re hair is a fucking mess!” Tommy butted in.

“Shut up, Tommy!” Wilbur spoke. “It’s true! Dream's hair is a fluff. I don’t even have to touch it to know!” He reached out anyway to pet the said hair. “Techno’s hair is pretty in a way that it looks awfully like that of a shampoo model. What the heck are you two hiding from us?!”

“How did you get this much of a hair in your small head? It’s fluffy thick!”

Dream didn’t answer as he slowly melted to the sensation on his head. Tommy, who was watching from the window right above Dream silently reached down to touch the annoying long fluff of blonde hair. No, he won't look at his brother, he's probably smirking. Okay, it’s actually true… The young avian won't admit that to them.

They both felt Dream leaned to the touches and hummed in bliss. Tommy smirked, devious, and planned to furiously mess the hair when a short high-pitched sound was heard. They were only left by a short uncomfortable cold of grabbing air.

From the pile of clothing on the bench emerged Blob Dream who squeaked in surprise, as if he himself didn’t realize he became a blob. A shadow cast over him and he looked up to see Technoblade with a fresh hairstyle, smirking down at him.

“Enjoying yourself?” the pinkette snickered.

“He did look like he was about to purr if his human form could.” Wilbur remarked.

The blob violently chittered at them with a flush face before he and his clothes got picked by Techno. Wilbur went to take the chair from his mother's hand and went inside the house where Philza just got out of the shower. Kristin paused, looking at her husband as Techno put Dream in their room with his clothes to change and Wilbur went to the kitchen.

Philza and Kristin just stared at each other while Tommy raised an eyebrow and look back and forth between them, confused. Kristin eyed his husband even more that Philza could feel his face starting to heat up. Philza with a towel hanging around his shoulders, wears a white sleeveless shirt and gray shorts, his hair drips a little as the staring continues. Suddenly, Kristin pulled out a purse.

“You're my favorite stripper…” She chirped as she threw money towards Phil.

Tommy gasped. Philza took a little bit of time to process what was just said when Dream came into the living room.

“Oooh! Didn’t know old man hides some muscles underneath those robes.” The younger blonde teased.

Philza flushed when the thought has finally been processed.

“My favorite stripper!” Kristin once again with a sing-song voice threw money which disappeared with a blur of yellow and dark brown.

“TOMMY!”

“Mission Cockblock!”

“That’s— THAT’S JUST STEALING OUR MONEY!”

This family is weird… and also apparently, really rich.

“I thought we were going to try out a few outfits for a little bit. Choose then go outside, somewhere...?”

“…Yeah!”

“Mom… I don’t think that’s how THIS seems…”

Wilbur spreads his arms as a gesture to everyone's outfit. Animal Onesie, something that, albeit cute, is totally not for casual walks.

The brunette, in a bear onesie, looked at his mom who was giggling by herself as she clicks her camera.

“You said something?” Mumza blinked at him with fake innocence. Wilbur just slapped his face.

“I'M A WINGED RACCOON!!” Tommy came blasting. Chin up, hands on his hips and wings outstretched.

Technoblade, in a pig onesie, fiddle with the fabric as his ears flickered inside the hood. Eventually, he removed the hood and went to sit on the couch. Philza buried his face in the crook of his wife's neck, sulking.

“Why am I a yellow duck..?” The old man whined to his wife. Kristin could only giggle apologetically for not being able to find any other bird-related onesie. Prime knows how the woman was squealing inside finding his husband cute anyway, especially sulking like this to her.

Over Wilbur and Tommy's antics, a manly squeak caught their attention. All of them looked at Dream, in a tiger onesie, on the sofa beside Techno. He's holding the long slender tail of his attire staring at it like it’s some extraterrestrial object.

“I accidentally sat on it.” The blonde simply stated like that explains everything.

Wilbur who decided to move on, noticed his mom being the only one not changing her attire. And Mumza answered him with simple

“I can't miss taking photos.”

And it went for a couple of… perhaps hours of them changing outfits to outfits and Dream accidentally wearing a dress. Strangely, the size fit him so well that it amaze him more than the idea of wearing a dress. It’s a white backless dress with a gathered asymmetrical skirt— the back longer than the front.

Even Tommy— totally fooled it was just a coincidence, looked amazed. The three other men knew based on how the woman of the house circled Dream and snapped photos, it's definitely intentional.

And after the whole activity, Mumza concluded that her boys…

are awfully good looking men

She loved the royal attires the most. Primes! She could die happy!

Oh! Right…

Before actually going out, Mumza handed them the final and actual attire she promised, especially the ones for Dream and Technoblade.

Wilbur, instead of his usual yellow wool sweater, walked out dressed in a long brown coat over a well-fitted cream shirt with a thick high collar. Across his chest is an accessory harness and his hands are in black fingerless gloves. Gray pants and dark boots.

The young avian, Tommy abandoned his generic white and red shirt for the comfortable white sleeveless shirt with a back opening for his wings. Over it is a short red cloak with excess fabric that circles his neck like a scarf. It fell enough to conceal most of his brownish-red wings. A white forearm bracers hug each of his arms. All of those partnered with an umber brown cargo pants and high combat boots. His grin shows how he's planning to show off this attire to Prime knows who.

Philza who had receive probably too many clothing gifts from his beloved wife, wore a fitted black, short sleeves turtleneck shirt with an opening at the back for his wings, tucked in a dark green hakama pants with straps around his ankles. A green sash tied around his waist and a lengthy green cloak hangs around his torso down at his ankles and only secure by his neck. He also has fingerless gloves, forearm bracers and low-cut shoes.

Eventually, Dream and Technoblade came out with Kristin's special gift.

Dream wore a fitted black sleeveless turtleneck shirt under his short dark green hooded cloak that goes down by the hips— perfectly circling his torso with a slit that opens only when Dream had moved his arm. Long dark fingerless buckle gloves that covers his palm and pass his wrists and high combat boots that tucked the hem of a gray breeches. Kristin also handed him a pouch with a strap that he chose to attach around his right thigh.

Technoblade, the same as Dream, has dark breeches tucked in the same colored high combat boots. A white tunic-like long sleeves shirt is under a red thin sash tied around his waist. A one-shoulder harness on his right arm with a protective cover for his shoulder and upper arm. A strap also went across his chest. On his forearms are also maroon-colored leather bracers. To finish it off, Kristin gave him his modified favorite red cape that he could wear on one shoulder across his back and now decorated with white fluffy fur and golden dangling chains.

Mumza eyed them all with overflowing admiration and fondness, that she may have overlooked the appreciative gazes the others shot back at her. Especially Philza, who felt like falling in love again for the first time with this wonderful woman standing in front of them. She is a gem. His gem. Her long wavy raven hair seemed to flow with the littlest wind and shimmers with the littlest of light. The purple see-through mantle hanging by her bare shoulders and over the violet dress created a twinkling sight in his eyes— he could barely ignore the twitch in his hand. He realized himself staring at her dark painted plump lips reminiscing the first memory of feeling it on his own. Bright dark purple eyes, curled eyelashes… Fuck! Not even the veil around her favorite silhouette hat could lessen the beauty he could see!

One could say Philza is really a lucky fucking man. Tell him someone with a goddess wife, he'll wait…

Yes, that’s right! No one! Sucks to suck.

He slowly got out of his stupor as he slowly recognize an adorable tint on her beloved's face. Tommy suddenly came blocking his vision.

“I'm going to start a Mumza protection squad and you'll be the first one we'll going to hunt!” The young avian huffed at him.

“Yeah Dad, What the hell!” Wilbur spoke, going beside Tommy.

Philza huffed, annoyed, but an obvious blush can not be hidden.

“Lewd old man” He heard Dream whispered with a snicker.

“Hey!”

“You guys need to stop bullying, Phil!” Mumza laughed softly.

“The queen has spoken!”

“This is discrimination…”

Kristin went to hug his beloved husband and gave him a peck on the lips. They half expected Tommy or Wilbur to start another taunting which never happened. After all deep inside, the brothers are happy and grateful to see their parents' unwavering love.

“Let’s go?” Kristin asked, smiling at them. Everyone nodded. “Alright then!”

And so they all marched near and towards the mainland. Dream and Techno's eyes are everywhere! Never really tried to stay in places like this— bustling and crowded as it makes them antsy so why not enjoy it while feeling safe with the Minecraft family, right?

Dream raised his hood as they continue to get near the thicker part of the mainland. Kristin who was leading the group beside Philza suddenly stopped with a sharp gasp. She whipped her head to look behind, her gaze landing immediately on both Technoblade and Dream.

“I FORGOT TO STYLE YOUR HAIR!” She shrieked.

Philza had a cold sweat of worry, now he doesn’t know if he wants to laugh it and be relieved or collapse on the ground.

“No, Mom! You've done enough preening.” Wilbur groaned. “Besides, we've walked so far. I want to get to the destination already.”

“But—”

“Wilbur’s being a whiny bitch.” Tommy remarked. “But Mom, as much as I hated to say this… They already looked fine after you cut and fixed their ugly ass hair. It's already more than what they deserve!”

You like them, Tommy…

“Yeah, But—”

“It’s true, Ms. Kristin… We're good! We appreciate it, but… yeah! The hair cut's more than enough.” Dream chimed in.

Dream's hair when they first saw him in his human form is like a permanent bed head. Puffy, strands sticking all over the place and looked shorter than it seems. Now, brighter golden blonde hair fell gently on his shoulders. Fluff looking more irresistible, framing his adorable handsome face. It turned out wavy with the V-cut style Mumza did. The shortest end of the cut rests exactly on his shoulders and the tail extends to the middle of his back.

Technoblade on the other hand somehow had fewer issues. The long pink locks have always been straight and sleek however, its end was cut messy and uneven. Dream did mention to them that one time in their travels when Techno's hair got stuck in annoying twigs and vines and he never waste a beat to just cut it with a knife and continue walking. Thanks to Mumza, those cuts were fixed as a neat straight line by his waist and the short, out-of-place strands that get in his face turned into bangs that he parted sideways.

So if Kristin would really going to do something more to that… Primes! What is going to happen! She had done something similar to Wilbur and Tommy before and boy! Women of varying ages could get really annoying. (And some old men could be acting creepy)

And so before Kristin could insist, Philza scooped his wife and started to move.

“Phil!” Kristin squeaked, her face tainted with soft red. “Put me down! I’m not finished yet!” She cried as she hit his husband's chest.

“You heard them, hun… They had politely declined.”

“No! They're just shy!”

“Sure… sure.”

“NOOO! DROP ME, PHIL! DROP ME!”

“I might, if you keep flailing like that! You'll fell!”

“This looks like something your young brother would do.”

“I kid you not, Technoblade. He even managed to make Dad's nose bleed! The gremlin threw the wildest fucking tantrums over the most ridiculous things.”

“I AM RIGHT HERE YOU FUCKERS!”

“Hey, Wilbur I think this crow said something.”

“…I’m not gonna tell you what it said, Dream.”

“It said you look submissive and bree— hmp!”

“I will banish you with them, Tommy”

“I'm not submissive!”

“Yeah. We know, Dream.”

The four idiots— yes including Technoblade, followed Phil as they talked and teased each other loudly with Tommy and Wilbur trying to ignore the crows. It did get to a point where those type type of crows became more infuriating that a swift glint of a knife flew past them and barely missing one certain crow. A calculated shot with a hinting message of ‘one more caw, the next one won't be a miss’. They could only stare at a glaring Kristin who simply went back from muttering directions to Phil with a pout.

Philza slowly stopped and put Kristin down as they came closer to a huge cottage, looking like he had made the biggest realization he ever had. The raven-haired woman was staring at her husband softly when the avian looked at him.

“Oh, you cringey lovebirds!” Wilbur teased.

Their parents— especially Kristin, only responded with a cheeky chuckle.

“What?” Tommy inquired. “What’s up with this?”

“You really can't recognize this, Toms?”

“I wouldn’t ask if I did, dumbass. An orphanage, sure! But what else?!”

“Orphans…”

The brothers looked at the source of the distasteful mutter and Technoblade didn’t make an effort to mask his dislike but subdued it for the sake of the kind couple that lead them here. Dream, in order to divert the attention— also because he's curious, spoke.

“Is this a special place for your family?”

“Technically, it is! But I think it’s more for them.” Wilbur tilted his head towards his parents who looked ecstatic seeing the boys showing curiosity.

“It's basically where Phil and I met!” Kristin chirped.

…

“..You two were orphans?”

…

“…Tech,”

Chapter Text

A gust of wind swirled in the air and slowly fades to reveal a young woman. It is the young goddess of Death. The seemingly ominous appearance immediately vanished from a childish huff the woman had let out.

“Stupid old man…” She glared at nothing as she continued to grumble. “He complains about his daughter quote-unquote rebelling yet he doesn’t even listen to what I say!”

A soft chuckle caught her attention.

“Bad!” She chirped.

“Lady Death.” The person— Badboyhalo, offered a small greeting nod.

“I told you not to call me like that…”

“I'm sorry. Let me have time to get used to it, Kristin.”

“We have the eternity, Bad…”

Lady Death— Kristin pouted and stared at Bad. She looked unsatisfied with the way the other treats her like a royal. Well, she’s definitely more than a royal but they’re in the mortal realm. As Kristin stared at the other, she felt like something is different. She squinted her eyes.

And she gasped. “You improved your human form?!”

Bad giggled at the lady's reaction.

“Oh, my Primes! Your eyes looked like the shiniest green marble! It’s much better than blank boring white!”

“Yeah… I figured that much…” Bad scratched the back of his neck. “Kids here tend to freak out looking at them. And sometimes the visitors too! But they’re okay with my horns and tail.”

Bad's tail that has been swishing for seeing a friend slowly stopped seeing Kristin faltered. Bad put a hand on her shoulder and Kristin was met with a comforting smile.

“Hey… Don't think too much about it. You've visited us a couple of times now, I'm sure the kids are already familiar to you. Maybe they just don’t know how to approach you or express it.”

“That’s the problem, Bad.” Kristin looked down. “Even if they did try to approach me, I might just end up harming them… I want to take care of them… I want to understand. But how can I do that if I can't even protect them from myself?”

“You’ll get there, Kristin. Maybe not the way you wanted, it might be a little different from what you expect. But eventually… it would happen. As long as your intentions remained pure.”

She doubted it. At that time, she made herself believe that she's fine watching on the sidelines— looking at the bright and innocent smiles of the children running around. They came into this world without knowing who their parents were, never felt the care and love a parent could give… they are the earliest victim of how cruel this world is. They are the first victim of how fleeting mortal bonds tend to be. Somehow, she felt just like them. A mortal mom… Of course! Her own mother left her with her father. Can she even call him her father?! He's just a talking void who literally abducted a mortal woman that would conceive a personification of death itself for him. So what? So he won't be alone in that lonely fucking realm. So someone would take over to manage the unending march of the souls in there?! She doesn’t want that to be the sole purpose of her birth!

But that doesn’t change the fact that she is the goddess of Death she doesn’t like how it sounds, and it's evident from what her single touch could do.

Kristin doesn’t know how long she’s been lost in her thoughts, but she never expected to see a swarm of hostile mobs in the supposedly safe forest area for kids to play. The kids are running and their alarmed screams rang in her ears. She could try to attack the mobs, but she doesn’t think she could take that many! And how can she protect them all? She can't touch them, not even accidentally. Where's Bad? Where is anyone?!.

And that’s when a sharp blow of wind moved through the air leaving trails of dark feathers falling gracefully. An unforgiving glint of a blade glared at their eyes as it slice through the mobs— a quick effortless work.

She had heard of it.

Of the large pair of dark wings, propelling him in the skies, to move like one with the wind. The tales of deaths by his hands, the scarred fools who thought they could step on the same battlefield with him. She'd heard of him and every time, the mere mention of his title creates a little flash of fear to most of the mortal's eyes. But no innocent has been harmed by him.

And this man… is the Angel of Death.

Despite them sharing something in common, they never really met. Kristin wanted to think that's funny. However, she remembered the situation... Right, the mobs, the kids! She was not able to think— or panic, from it when those calm cerulean eyes met her dark purple ones.

“…the angel?”

“It’s the angel!”

“Guys! It’s him!”

The children cheered running towards the hero. They're safe… The children are saved! The Angel of Death saved them… and they all love him! That’s what matters… right?

Kristin let go of the breath she wasn’t aware she was holding. It came out trembling as her vision slowly went blurry. Salty drops of tears fell while she doesn’t even know what it meant. Was she crying out of relief? Or something else?

Whatever it is, she won't be stopping anytime soon. It was never this good to cry…

Well, after that embarrassing scene she did in front of the guy and the kids. Kristin doesn’t think she could face them— and the whole orphanage anymore. Well… that's what she thought because not too long after that, she made a constant visit to the orphanage. Kristin wanted to know how he did it. How did the Angel of Death— which is named Philza, managed to be loved and feared at the same time. But mostly, loved by the children. And so she did the most normal thing to do.

She befriended him.

Kristin followed him. She kept her distance but she watched him. That counts, right? That’s how she knew his name! She asked Bad the patterns of Philza's visits. She made sure to leave little gifts for him and sometimes cook something!— she's confident with her cooking skills. She would watch somewhere when Bad or some kid hand him the gift she would prepare. Philza would always be confused or sometimes, annoyed. And Holy Primes, Philza throws the most swear words in the air when that happens!

…Maybe her way wasn’t actually right.

Because Bad who used to just go along with her, started signaling her things she doesn’t think she would understand. Even a small flock of crows which talked to her started following her to either support or tease her.

And also she got cornered by the angel himself.

But if someone would ask Kristin what she remembered from that encounter, it would be Fucking Primes! This man is gorgeous this close!! Kristin doesn’t think she ever felt that flustered before.

But it worked!

They were able to awkwardly talked it out, and Kristin actually managed to befriend Philza! They would hang out, tell stories and sometimes play with the kids. She bugged her father to teach him the right enchantment she could wear to suppress the ability of her touch but her father didn’t back down. It would be rejecting her nature as the goddess of Death and oh how Kristin wanted to say Fuck you, Father dearest!. She begrudgingly settled on a half-assed enchantment (she worked hard to search and learn it) that could wear off. She put it on a pair of gloves. That was also the day that the world seemed to toy on her heart because, Philza came with a gift of gloves— with the right enchantments! And the man spent a couple of minutes staring at her already gloved hands. A brief flash of disappointment came in Philza's expression and Kristin ripped her gloves off her hands and took Phil's. The man was dumbfounded. It didn’t last as Kristin showed him how fitting the gloves are on her hands. When he smiled, it was Kristin's turn to be dumbfounded.

Maybe she just realized something…

And damn well, she did!

It was just a random day when Philza and Kristin were cooking for the orphanage. Kristin had gotten close to the kids and she has never been so glad. Kristin has always been told how good her cooking is, but with her and Phil's cooking combined? It was like a damn holiday! They were about to finish they just have to taste it. Kristin gave that privilege to Phil. Those cerulean eyes that she loved to see brightened from the first taste. With a faint flush on his cheeks, Philza whipped his head towards her.

“HOLY FUCKING PRIMES! THIS IS THE GREATEST FOOD I'VE EVER TASTED IN MY WHOLE DAMN LIFE!” He exclaimed. “KRISTIN! YOU'RE SO AMAZING!!”

Kristin— as the goddess of death, never thought her face could go red that fast.

”…Ph-Phil?”

“Hm?”

“I—..” Philza waited patiently as he took another taste.

“—I’LL CONCEIVE YOUR CHILD!” She blurted out.

She panicked when the blissful expression of the avian, became a choking and coughing mess.

He's beet red though.

Technoblade, Dream and Tommy stared at them after telling the story while Wilbur just stood there nodding— he looked really proud knowing he knew it first.

“Mom..?” Tommy was the first one to spoke.

“Yeah?”

“You're a simp!”

The group erupted in chuckles when Mumza briefly sputtered and blushed.

“Th-The only Philza simp allowed!” She huffed, dignified.

“No, but seriously mom” Wilbur interjected with a chuckle. “That was a weird marriage proposal— or at least, a confession!"

“You think I didn’t realize that?!” Their mother squeaked. “In my defense, it’s Father dearest's fault!”

“A love from the orphanage, huh…” Dream muttered as he looked around.

Technoblade side-eyed him and sighed. “Whatever… I'm glad they weren’t actually orphans…” He made an exaggerated expression of relief.

“Technoblade…” The blonde beside him sounded so disappointed.

“I think it was sweet of him…” Mumza remarked.

Dream and Techno didn’t say anything about that. Soon after, a brunette with glasses came out with a gasped.

“Kristin! Philza!"

Closer, they could see horns and tail that swished excitedly as he hugged Mumza and Phil.

“Bad! It’s been a long time!” Kristin spoke.

“It definitely is! Just because you and Phil finally settled your pining, it felt like you forgot about us here…” Bad stated, half-hearted.

“Erm… It just got a little busy…” Philza remarked.

“How about your love life then, huh, Bad?” Mumza smirked at him.

“Eh, uhm…” Bad sputtered and looked around until his eyes landed on the boys at the back. He gasped. “Wilbur and Tommy?! You guys brought them here?!”

Kristin opened her mouth, but the other had already skipped towards their sons.

“Oh my Primes, you guys have grown up!”

“Hello, Uncle Bad!” Wilbur chirped.

“What the fuck!”

“Language.”

“HOW THE FUCK I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THESE!?” Tommy exclaimed.

Bad just cooed at the kid that is taller than him. “You used to be so small!”

“He may be tall now, uncle Bad but he's still a fucking child!” (language!) Wilbur remarked.

“Agreed.” A deep voice spoke slightly behind Wilbur.

Bad stared at two new faces. “…Four?” He muttered. Neither Kristin nor Phil let him meet these two… That is not fair!

“Oh, I see!” A metaphorical bulb light up in his head. “So That's what you meant when you said you guys are busy, huh?” Bad stared at the old couple with a knowing look.

“..What?”

“NO—!”

“It’s fine, it's fine!” Bad interjected. “I got it… but you should've let me meet them sooner!” He chuckled before looking at the other two. “What are you guys's names?”

The old couple can't explain more and just let it happen.

“I'm Dream! And this is Techno!”

Technoblade nodded.

“You guys might have heard it but I'm Bad! Short for Badboyhalo.”

“Orphan?” Technoblade questioned.

“U-uh, not.. really..?”

Dream didn’t speak anymore and just thwacked the pinkette on his head.

“A-anyway… I'm glad you guys are here! The kids are going to be so happy to see you all!”

Oh please… Technoblade would like to have nothing to do with the orphans!

But it seems like that wasn’t what the world has planned for him. Right after he recited his wishes in his mind, a sharp high-pitched gasp caught their attention.

An orphan!

Shortly after, multiple tiny heads came peeking from the door and windows to look at them.

MORE ORPHANS!?

“ ‘Za!”

“Papa bird!”

“Mumza!”

Tommy perked from the nickname he heard. Mumza!?

“W-WHAT THE FU—” Wilbur clasped his mouth which he simply slapped and continued. “HOW DID THEY GOT THE PRIVILEGE TO USE THAT NICKNAME TO MY MOM?!”

The kids— age fourteen and below, stared at a verbally aggressive child named Tommy like he’s an alien. To be fair, they have no clue that this fellow child is the son of two of their favorite adults— they do recognize Mr. Wilbur though. Some of the children then, answered him why not?, and other reasons because… they are their Mumza and Dadza! What else is there to explain?!. Kristin and Philza had already gone inside with Bad and some other kids while Tommy is arguing with the other children. The other three with Tommy just watched with amusement bug also ready to but-in if ever either side started to get too serious. A few kids stared at Techno and Dream.

Technoblade felt his eye twitched at that.

One little kid tried to walk closer, presumably to him and all he had to do is stare at the kid with his blood-red eyes. Yes, you orphan, cower in fear!! Know your place!

Dream and some other kids felt chills run up their spine when they heard low, dark chuckles. Dream was about to punch Techno out of his thoughts when he felt a tug on his cloak. Black doe-eyes stare up at him and politely, the little girl asked him.

“C-can you help our friend?”

The boy arguing with Tommy and looking like the oldest of the orphans whipped his head to the little girl, a realization hit him.

“Right! We left Fundy on the tree!!”

“What?!” Wilbur exclaimed. “FUNDY?!”

“Who is this Fundy guy this time…” Tommy remarked, exasperatedly.

“Continue your shenanigan, Tommy or whatever, but I'm going to see what happened to my son!” Wilbur ran following the oldest kid.

“Wha— SON?! Since whe—”

“I'm coming with you, Will!” Dream followed but grabbed Technoblade. “C’mon, Techno…”

“Pain…”

They found themselves in the backyard of the orphanage, a peaceful vegetation and forest perfect for the hyperactivity of kids. Wilbur noticed a familiar short-haired woman with pink hair but brighter than Techno's (It’s close to the shade of fuchsia). She was looking up the tree anxiously.

“Niki!”

“Wil! I— uhm… Fundy is—”

Wilbur looked up and there is the dumb kid, clutching on the branch with an unnerving grip. Fundy looked like he was holding something on his chest.

“Fundy!” Wilbur called.

“Wha— No! W-Why di-d you call the creep? No, I'm not going to let you n-near me!”

“Fundy, this is not the time to be stubborn.” Wilbur looked around trying to see if there is something that could help Fundy. However, there seem none.

“How did the kid even got up there?” Dream mumbled.

“I-it was just a joke!” They heard a kid talked. “We didn’t think he would actually do it.”

Wilbur just slapped his face. “You kids have been living together. You should have known Fundy could be stupid.”

“I-I’m not stupid.”

“Yes you are, my son.”

“I'M NOT YOUR SON!” The little fox screeched from the tree.

However, the little banter did not take them away from the fact that Fundy was still hanging on the branch. The longer they wait, the unnerving the situation tends to be. They didn’t know how long Fundy had been there.

“How about let go and y'know? Freefall?” Technoblade deadpanned. No one—not even Dream was sure if that was a joke or…

“Techno, you can't just—”

Dream was interrupted by the cracking sound which everyone heard. They all tensed from below and Prime knows what little Fundy was feeling! The kid trembled violently and paled from the sound.

“On a second thought, we have no choice.” Dream muttered. “Wil!”

Wil nodded at him and moved just below Fundy. “Fundy, just let go! I'm here to catch you!”

“Oh! We're doing my advice? Cool! Ask him to do a fli—”

A thwack was heard. “Shut up, Technoblade.”

Fundy, however, shakes his head stubbornly despite how scared he looked.

“No! I-I don't want you!”

“What?” Wilbur spoke, broken-hearted. “In my defense, the first time I didn’t catch you was done on purpose and as a joke! I'm not joking this time!”

Niki and Dream widen their eyes while Techno snorted. The other kids were blissfully unaware of what Wilbur admitted could do on a child's trust— specifically Fundy's. If the kid doesn’t want Wilbur then… Dream looked at Niki.

The pink-haired girl shook her head shamefully. “I-I don’t think I could catch him…”

Dream hadn’t been able to fully turn his head to Technoblade when the said man had completely looked away from him to stare at a single tree— like it’s the most interesting thing!

“Oh, you—” Dream pursed his lips and sighed. It is up to him then.

Dream walked beside Wilbur who was stood looking defeated.

“What about me then?” Dream shouted but his vice remain gentle. “Fundy, right? Would you trust me?”

The kid just stared at Dream for what feels like an awkward amount of time. However, the kid let go. Dream's eyes widen and braced himself for a weight. He didn’t know what Fundy thought but at least he let go now. And he's safe. Dream hugged the little fox on his chest a little bit. A mew emerged from Dream's arm and both of them were startled by a cat jumping out of Fundy's hold. The little fox made grabby hands towards where the feline had run off, looking dejected and about to cry.

“Hey, hey… Well, at least you both are safe now right?” Dream whispered and once again Fundy just stared at him with teary eyes.

“FUNDY!” Wilbur shouted and snatched the kid from Dream. “What were you thinking!?”

“No! No! L-Let go of me! Let go!!!”

Niki came to them, a hand on her chest seeing Fundy safe and thrashing on Wilbur's hand. Some kids came to apologize for Fundy, just watched and the others proceeded to do something else after knowing their friend was fine. Technoblade suddenly laughed.

“What?” Dream spoke. “Tough guy Technoblade— hater of orphans soften at this lovely scene, huh?” The blonde smirked at the pinkette.

Techno smirked back at him. “No, fuck off.” One little kid whispered Language and Technoblade could already feel a tick of annoyance. But to taunt, he spoke again.

“But y'know, we could've call Phil. Your so-called father bird to take him from there.”

Everyone— mostly the ones listening to him, gaped at the pinkette.<

“What the fuck!” language. Wilbur exclaimed. “Techno, why didn’t you tell us?!”

Techno snickered. “I don't know, man. You guys seemed too into it, I don’t wanna ruin it. Also, it’s amusing to watch so…” He shrugged.

The fox-hybrid kid looked at him with doe eyes and paled at his statement. Oh primes, did he just traumatized an orphan over that? Totally not intentional.

“Alright, Techno” Dream started walking up towards him. “That’s it!”

“Ah no no no no no.” Technoblade turned to the forest. “You won't catch me.”

“Come back here!” Dream ran after Technoblade.

Wilbur, with Fundy in his arms, also followed the two. The kids seeing three guys chasing each other simultaneously thought It's a tag! and ran following the three. Niki could only stare at their backs, unable to react earlier. Oh well… Wilbur's there and the forest was secured for the children. They could go back by themselves. And so she went back to the main house.

Technoblade and Dream are exhilarated. When's the last time they ran like this?

“Why are you even chasing me?” Technoblade laughed.

“Why did you start running then? Huh?” Dream snarked.

“Fair point. But I'm sure you really don’t know what to do to me.”

“I’ll figure that out once I caught you.”

The pinkette turned his head to flash Dream a smirk “Good luck to tha—” He noticed Wilbur, although with a good distance, is tailing them with the orphan in his arms and…

What?

WHAT THE FUCK?!

ARE THOSE ALL THE FUCKING ORPHANS IN THIS PRIMEDAMN PLACE?!

He turned back his head. “No no no no no. Why are they chasing me too?! Get those little devils off my trails, Dream!”

“Eh…” Dream briefly looked back pretending to consider it. “I don't know they seemed happy! Also it’s amusing to watch so…”

“Oh no… They're giggling and smiling! This is the worst day of my life!!”

Technoblade, then, decided to take it up to another level and climb up the branches and swings and jump away. He could already imagine a smirk from Dream— being the best in parkour. Just because Dream's specialty is this, doesn’t mean Technoblade can't be good. He could match Dream at good days. Techno grinned seeing the distance between him and the orphans grew and HOW ARE THOSE OTHER KIDS DO PARKOUR WITH THEM?! Technoblade growled. He underestimated these little goblins, especially that fox orphan as the kid was literally leading the other kids in the parkour.

We are not playing! At least not with the intention of including any other orphans!!

“Oh Technoblade~”

At some point, Dream picked up a thick wooden stick and jumped to attack the pinkette. Technoblade dodged swiftly and tear off a branch to match Dream's. They stayed at that one place having their pseudo sword fight. They both had competitive grin on their face until Technoblade notice the swarm of approaching little nightmares— orphans!!

“Heh?!”

Techno managed to run back to where they came while entertaining Dream's attacks. The orphans, Oh the orphans were still on his tail, stubbornly and foolishly!

At some point, both of their sticks broke and Dream and Techno had a moment of silence before a series of claps and cheers startled them both. The kids and Wilbur had been watching the little performance the two had created and everyone who witnessed it was amazed. The children— with wide smiles and squeals, rushed towards the two. They all flocked to Dream and Techno like the old man's crows but thus time, Technoblade didn’t feel any positive out of it!

No! This is not what Techno wanted to happen! Primes! Take him away!

Alas, the kids with their annoying loud voices and animated expressions, bombarded them with amused comments and questions. At any day, Technoblade would smirk and puff his chest from the words of affirmation however these are orphans! and holy primes! They're too close!! Even Dream was getting a little bit overwhelmed— raising his hands and taking a step back and bumping onto Technoblade. The children were tugging on their clothes, hair, and grabbing their arms like their fucking shouts were not enough! Technoblade could feel a ticking bomb.

“Stop! Stop! Everyone calm down!” Little Fundy appeared out of nowhere, standing in front of Dream and spread his arms in a protective manner. “They might get mad! Grandpa ‘Za will get mad! This is rude!” He asserted to his friend.

Okay, maybe the bomb was slowed down a little bit.

Dream sighed when the kids calmed down a little bit. “Oh, thanks Fundy…” He pats the little fox's head.

“Oh! You're a suck-up, Fundy!”

And then a series of complaints and whining followed with an intensity the same as a while ago. Except for this time they weren’t exactly so close. But that didn’t make Technoblade less annoyed!!

Screw what he said about the bomb a while ago, he might just drop a nuke instead!

“You little shits are going to shut your mouths, or else..” He snarled. The fact that the kids have to look up at him and against the light, makes Techno's stare darken and his blood red eyes glowed within the shadow. Veins were popping up on his forehead and his teeth gritted— his fangs visible.

Chills run up every kids' spine and they paled before scrambling to hide behind Wilbur. A single drop of sweat run down the brunette's face. Technoblade could feel Dream's glare at him but ignored it as he noticed the fox hybrid remaining still and standing near Dream.

“Hey…” The pinkette called. “Go to your Dad too. We're not playing with you guys anyway.”

“H-he… he's.. n-not…”

“He's going to say He's not my dad!, but you literally froze him in fear, Techno. What the heck. “ Wilbur remarked. “Also, stop being mean, c'mon!”

“True!” Dream nodded.

“Shut it! They were loud!"

“Oh, you're right!”

“Dream, you switched side too quick—!”

>At some point, Fundy just closed his eyes and ran towards Wilbur with a tackle. Forget about arguing with Dream and Techno, Wilbur smiled with delight and cradled the slightly trembling little fox. Primes, he wants to adopt him so bad! If only someone isn't judging his capability of parenting. looking at you uncle Bad!

Technoblade cringed at Wilbur— he's clearly judging the other. He could almost see the sparkles twinkling comically around him. Techno stole a glance at Dream and find him smiling amused by Fundy and Wilbur's interaction— Fundy finally realized that Wilbur is enjoying himself too much and again, he's not his father. Albeit, Dream's body was tense and Technoblade caught a reoccurring twitch in the other's hand.

He grabbed the said hand. “You need to shift?” He whispered.

“I-it's fine.” The other responded as silent. “I could hold it.”

Techno huffed. “No, you're not.” And dragged Dream away.

“W-wait! Techno!”

“Where are you taking him?”

Technoblade stopped and looked at Fundy who completely ignored and moved away from Wilbur. The other kids were staring as well— curious and quite disappointed as if they actually intended to play with them. They were muttering questions trying to know where are they going and why; what are they going to play and other annoying, nosy things.

“Didn’t we tell you we're not playing?”

“No, it was just you who said it! Sir Dream is—"

“He didn’t disagree with me, right? Maybe because he wasn’t actually playing!” Techno smirked— thrilled with the pouting Fundy who trembled with frustration this time.

Fundy didn’t have anything to argue back. He just knows he doesn’t want Dream to go away. He's not going to let that tusked monster take him away. But then again how? In frustration, he yelled his lungs out.

“I DON’T CARE! I'M NOT GONNA LET YOU TAKE MY WIFE!”

His what?

Wilbur— who was the first one to recover (other than the curious and cackling kids), called Fundy. He's baffled… and concerned.

“F-Fundy, honey… what do you— uh… what did you say?”

“I said wife! I yelled it!”

The three young adults were so caught off guard that until now Techno has an open expression of combined confusion and… disturbance. Dream squirmed uncomfortably. Why does he looked embarrassed? Is the motherfucker flattered about someone having some sort of crush on him?!

“I-I don't think that’s how it works.” Wilbur stated.

“Your papa is right, Fundy!” A kid spoke. “Wives are girls!”

Just when Wilbur thought he was going to get help to convince Fundy…

Fundy gritted his teeth. His eyes slightly watered, but he doesn’t want to back down.

“Th-then… b-boy.. wife..? M-man… man bri—”

“You mean husband?”

“—HUSBAND!”

Fundy pouted and raised a wooden stick which they didn’t notice he's been holding and glared at Technoblade. The said man who finally got over the shock, stared down at the kid— matching the intensity of the gaze. Although the glare remained, Fundy's knees started to wobble once again. Dream started to felt bad and spread his arms to stand between the two. Little Fundy flinched and flushed.

“I, uhm…” Dream cleared his throat. “Fundy, I… I appreciate your adoration, but…” Dream looked everywhere but the kid. “um, I think it’s really good that you could fully understand your own feelings and emotion but… wife—or husband rather, don't you think those are kind of…”

Dream made a mistake to look at Fundy before finishing his sentence. He was met by a pair of wet eyes. Tears were ready to fall from those widened eyes. Small button nose already red and sniffling, ears pressed down his head and mouth slightly agape. Fundy looked a heartbeat away from breaking down and throwing a tantrum.

This is so unfair!!! Dream wants to cry, himself.

“I—” Dream cringed at his voice crack.<

All of them, including the kids— except Fundy, could see the struggle and internal panic of Dream. Just when Wilbur or Techno tried to help a sharp gasp caught their attention.

“Fundy, you're a dum-dum!” A little girl exclaimed. Finally! An actual help! Tell him, girl! “Maybe sir Dream is already married!”

NO! IT GOT WORSE!

The rest of the children made sounds of realization and agreement like they just solve a fucking puzzle! Then the three young adults could only hear excited voices asking Dream who was it. But the man couldn’t care less when little Fundy stared at him with questioning— almost pleading look, tears finally fell. Dream took steps backward when the hectic children started to get closer.

Dream glanced at Wilbur and Technoblade and the two could swear that is almost how Fundy looked like earlier.

“Tell us, tell us!”

“Are they going to play with us too?”

“Are they good person?”

Some of the kids turned around when a cough emerged to catch their attention. Eventually, the rest looked back too.

“Do you guys know?” One kid asked Wil and Techno. The two exchanged looks.

“Uh... Actually…”

“Yes! Yeah, we do.”

The children's eyes light up while Fundy looked like he was preparing for the worst. Dream just watched— hoping he could just blob his way out of here.

Okay. It's now or never both Technoblade and Wil thought.

“C’mon, tell us please!”

“It’s …”

“It’s me.”
“It's me…”

The two whipped their heads towards each other. What (THE HELL) are you doing!? they both screamed internally. Dream smacked himself on the face. Is there any way he could dig up a grave instantly? The children were silent for a moment.

“…You two?” Little head tilted, confused.

Technoblade huffed. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter! Because the point is who could take Dream. And in that case…” He snatched the said man away from the orphans. “That would be me!”

Techno smirked in triumph but it didn’t last long when Wilbur clicked his hand as if realizing something. Last time the brunette did that…

Wilbur exaggerated a gasped. “The villain will take away the princess!”

The children gasped excitedly, even Fundy perked up— perhaps relief because maybe this was just a…

“A play?!”

Wilbur grinned and nodded. “Yup! A play!”

Technoblade, realizing Wilbur's plan had a comical look of betrayal. He scooped Dream up, slinging him on his shoulder.

“Wilbur, you wretch!” And Technoblade books it.

The brunette laughed. “Get him, kids! Charge!”

The children squealed as they run after Technoblade with Dream hanging limp on his shoulder both due to surrender and a painful urge to shift. All the kids are armed with wooden sticks.

“Save him, save him!”

“Save Dream!!”

“It's Princess Dream for now remember?”

MOTHER.

FUCKING.

ORPHANS!

Technoblade will get Wilbur back for this! Now, he just wants to pig his way out. WHERE'S PHIL WHEN YOU NEED HIM?!

Chapter Text

A soft sigh came out of Kristin's lips as she sat in the living room with a warm drink in her hands. She didn’t want to say it but they definitely forgot to visit here in a long time. Things did change from their last visit although more on the physical aspect. She felt like swaying from the nostalgia— ironic but the screaming outside is part of it. Now that she thought about it, what is her little Tommy doing in here? If there is Tommy, there is chaos— at least in a minimal amount, instead, she's staring at a quiet Tommy in front of her. Tapping on the table as he silently nibble on some snacks Niki and Bad had brought.

Primes, should she be concerned?

She haven’t opened her mouth to ask when a cacophony of children’s voices came louder as a bunch of them rushed inside looking for something. It almost made Niki let go of the tray of snacks she just prepared.

“Where are they, where are they?!”

“Poor princess, we can’t save him fast…”

“Sir Wilbur said the villain is a God of… uh… TICKS!”

“I think it’s tricks”

“Fundy will cry if we can’t find his husband” A giggle came.

“N-no! Sh-shut up…”

“…Mumza?”

Kristin noticed Tommy flinched from the nickname the little boy said. His face turned a little bit sour, clearly annoyed that some other kid used the nickname to his mom. Okay, seems like Tommy is fine

“Y-yeah? What is it?” She responded with a little pat on the little boy's head.

“We’re looking for a princess! He got kidnapped by the villain!” Another kid chirped.

“Fundy’s Hus—!”

The other kid's mouth got immediately shut by a flushed Fundy. His two little fox ears twitched as he try to keep the other kid's mouth but also the nose. The kid was writhing clearly getting out of breath but Fundy seems too distracted by being embarrassed that he was not able to notice it. Niki and Kristin had to split them or else an innocent murder would have happened in an orphanage that holds Kristin and Philza’s pleasant memory. Niki bounced to hush the crying kid. Fundy could only look at them apologetically though a little bit confused.

“I-I didn’t mean to—”

“We understand, but next time be careful okay?” Kristin replied softly which Fundy responded with a nod. “Okay, so who’s this poor princess you said? Maybe Mumza could help…”

“Yellow hair!” A kid raised her hand as she spoke.

“Yeah! And the Villain is pink!”

Ah, descriptions

“We’re playing with sir Wilbur and sir Dream and… sir…”

“Pig” Fundy blurted.

Tommy who’s fiddling at Philza’s discarded cloak, snorted.

“Oh… so that was it.” Mumza remarked. “…And the screams”

“Yeah!” Another little boy chirped and raised his stick. “We’re going to beat the villain and let Fundy marry!”

Fundy flinched and flushed but decided to do nothing about his friends' mouths. Although giggling a little bit, Niki can’t help but ask

“Why are you guys trying to have Fundy marry, anyway? It’s that part of the play?”

A little girl shook her head. “We do it as a sorry because we forgot him at the treetop!”

“We want to prove we're good friends!”

Niki blinked and looked at Fundy who’s redder now than she remembered, but she could also see how the little fox has a tiny hint of a smile— maybe he's trying to suppress it. Clearly, Fundy is appreciative and happy from his friends' words.

How can they explain now how love and marriage work when the other looked like that!?

Niki does not want to be a part of destroying Fundy's innocent happiness. Niki and Kristin softly sighed, both non verbally agreeing to reserve the talk for later.

Tommy scoffed.

“Horrible decision.” He muttered. “Really…”

“Imagine a little angry demon blob running around and then call it your spouse?!” Tommy grimaced as chills run up his spine, remembering the blob's actions towards him before. “I wouldn’t even wish that to my worst enemy…” He continued and glanced at other people with him.

At this point, all of them are looking at him and they definitely heard that. And so he abandoned trying to be quiet and stood up— slammed his palm on the table as he looked at the delusional little fox.

“What do you even know about the things you goblins are saying?!” Tommy exclaimed and flung his arms in the air. “Marriage!? Bet you can’t even bathe yourself properly.”

“I can!” A little girl raised her hand.

“Shush.” Tommy put a finger on his lips, looked at the said kid and continued. “What’s up with this obsession towards a lame-ass bitchy blonde—”

He could almost hear a squeak of complaint.

“—You just met him today! You're too young for him, he's too old for you. You can’t just say shits like that out of the bat.”

“He’s kind!” Fundy shouted. “He’s kind to me! And sweet! And pretty!”

“Wha—” Tommy gawked. “That’s not enough! Do you even know what L—” Tommy stopped, looking like he's suddenly about to gag.
“Do you even know what L—” He tried to continue. ”W-what L..L-Love is?!” Tommy finally said but it looks like that took a lot of energy than all of his shouts at the beginning.

“I-I know!” The confused-but-stubborn little fox replied. “I-It’s like Mumza and Dadza!”

Mumza who was just worried about the argument between the two, gave an appreciative nod and had a little blush on her face. It’s true… Love means Mumza and Dadza. Primes! Mumza is proud of Fundy!

Although still worried, Niki on the other hand can't help but chuckle at the woman. Kristin looked like she totally got side-tracked.

“NOW I'm really pissed off!” Tommy growled. “Not only you’re too dumb but also you used those nicknames! You furry goblin!”

“I'M NOT A FURRY!”

“Yes, you are! A delusional little furry! Just accept you don’t know what you’re saying. You can’t be together, that’s just a little admiration!”

They all stood in silence as Fundy looked up to Tommy with glossy eyes and puffed out cheeks.

“J-JERK!” Fundy finally exclaimed and threw a stick at Tommy's face before running away. Most of the kids ran after him and Tommy stood with a hand on his hurting nose.

What?! That stick's thick!

Tommy remained standing and touching his nose as the little kids slowly disappear— even the little kid Niki was holding. He then noticed one child who was about to touch his Dadza's discarded cloak.

“HEY!” The little kid squeaked, looking up at him. “Touch that and I'll punt you to the moon, little shit.”

The kid just ran away and Tommy followed him with his eyes before sitting down. Niki and Kristin were silent as they also took a seat. It’s starting to make Tommy feel a little bit embarrassed. D-did he go too far?

Suddenly, a pig head and blob head popped out with a snort and squeak from Phil's cloak and Kristin's thick, long hair. Tommy stared at pig Techno from Dadza's cloak beside him. Technoblade stared back at him hoping the tall child could get that he's grateful, okay? At least the orphans are away from them now and Dream successfully shifted.

Tommy turned his gaze then to the blob on Mumza's shoulder. Blob Dream seems to be thanking Kristin by gently head-butting her cheek, making the said woman giggle. Niki silently coo on her seat as she stared with awe at the previously two tall men, now being two little cute creatures.

“Okay, Tommy…” Mumza softly started. “That was… honestly mean towards little Fundy…”

Tommy looked away and bit his inside cheek.
“But… I think that’s probably the best explanation Fundy got about it.” Kristin continued.

“By being mean?”

“Not exactly, Tommy.” Niki answered. “I think it’s because it came from someone who could understand children like Fundy the best, but still come out a little bit mature.”

Mumza nodded. “Sometimes adults' words aren’t enough or won’t work, you know?”

Tommy sunk a little bit on his seat and pouted with a faint blush. Mumza chuckled and reached to pet Tommy's head.

“I still think you need to apologize to little Fundy. Okay?”

“…m'kay.” Tommy muttered.

There’s a third cute being… Niki mentally cooed.

“That left us with Phil and Wilbur now.” Kristin remarked.

Tommy huffed. “Wilbur’s on his own.”

“He hasn’t changed that much, huh?” Niki sighed, resting her chin on her palm.

A moment of silence came before the door suddenly flung open.

“I got the perpetrator!” Dadza announced and everyone saw Wilbur slung over his shoulder. Wilbur who understood the strength of the old man, hang defeated on his father’s shoulder.

“Humiliation. This is absolute humiliation.” He muttered, hiding his face in his palm. Maybe if he could remain as still and unmoving as possible, he could just vanish from their sight.

“Put me down, Dad. Please, put me down.” Wilbur simply stated.

“This—” Philza ignored his son but put him down anyway, keeping his hands on Wilbur’s shoulders and peeked from behind. “— smart and responsible child o' mine had dragged the sweet little angels to chase down the socially awkward Techno and the probably exhausted Dream.”

He heard his mom gasp. That's low-key condescending, Mumza.

“Oh, my fucking Primes. Shame on you, Wil. Shame. On. You.” His brother spoke in a disappointed-older brother tone. Like, the fuck! Why is he being treated like a fucking child right now?!

Wilbur sputtered. “You— I—! We were having fun! We're playing!”

Tommy made a loud, obnoxious sip of his drink and Kristin turned fully facing them. He barely noticed Niki standing up and going somewhere.

“I don’t know about that, Wilbur. Because Dream and Techno looked everything but having fun when they rushed here.”

Wilbur’s eyebrows raised. “They’re here?!”

Right after he exclaimed that, the fabric beside Tommy shifted and pig Techno completely removed the fabric over him to look at Wilbur. That stare has a lot of attitude… Then a moving white thing caught his eye which turned out to be blob Dream tumbling down from Mumza's shoulder onto the table.

“What?! I made sure to send Fundy's group in here and some crows!” The crows are definitely not on his side. He muttered as he looks at Techno standing up on his hind legs to lean on the table and picked up a swaying blob— unable to move properly.

Philza cleared his throat. “What was that?”

“O-oh! Nothing!”

“Idiot, the crows you sent came here and told Mom and Dad about your shenanigan, instead.”

He'll barbeque those damn birds.

“I’m back!”

Niki came back holding an empty carbon box. Something is written on it although Wilbur cannot tell yet what it is. He heard his father snicker beside him while Tommy made his signature exploding laugh which is borderline sounded like a cough. He could already tell based on his mother’s smile that this is something she planned.

“W-what is that?” He asked. That was also the time he finally read the letters on the box.

Naughty Child it says, followed by smaller letters for timeout corner

He gawked at Niki who smiled and blinked at him in the most innocent facial expression ever before she walked to the corner of the room and place the box perfectly.

“Here you go, Wil!” She pointed to the box nonchalantly.

“WHAT?! AM I GETTING TIMED OUT?” Wilbur shot his arms up the air as he exclaimed “I’M A GROWN ASS MAN!”

“You sure act like you’re not.” Dadza pointed out.

“Either that or help your uncle Bad to bathe the kids.” Mumza interjected.

Wilbur paused, while Tommy protested how that seems like lenient choices. Little did Tommy know the flashes of memories that Wilbur is having with the mention of being near those kids AND water simultaneously. He could almost feel like it was just yesterday when he had an awful amount of water drank from a pool due to children's hyperactivity which was probably about 50% piss.

And that’s how Bad was able to witness a tall brunette sitting in a cramped cardboard box, weeping on his palms while some of the freshly bathed kids gathered around him like people in the zoo. The rest of the adults just acted normal and it baffled the demon. What the muffin happened?

Somewhere in the house though is Tommy entering a room carrying his father’s cloak right before the children return. After locking the door he placed down the cloak and Techno and Dream came out. They figured they should hide for a while until Dream properly gained enough energy to transform back to human form. For a moment, the three just stared at each other.

“Um.” Tommy cleared his throat. “So. Seems like you guys just got saved by the big man Tommy!” He stated as puffed his chest with his hands crossed.

The two shapeshifters created a small sound simultaneously.

“Oh, shut up. Why can’t you just accept the truth.”

And so the other two just stared at him with an empty stoic expression.

He huffed. “Whatever. But! In return—” The two, with Dream being louder, created a noise of complaint. Tommy raised his forefinger. “—In return! You'll do one thing I want.”

Nope. Dream and Techno aren't agreeing to this. This is fishy

“Stop with that stare! I'm not gonna ask you two something dumb!” The two don’t look convinced. Tommy scoffed and looked away. “I just—… Well… I saw… that thing you did in the forest… when the orphans are chasing you…”

Tommy trailed off and fiddled with his hands. He looked back at the two to see a reaction and saw them both looking at him with a curious tilt of their head. He looked away again before he continued.

“I-I was thinking… if maybe you two c-could teach me… how to.. fight.. like that in a sword…” He finally stated only with a softening volume as his sentence comes to an end.

He maintained his gaze away from them until he heard a snort that sounded too human. He turned and saw Technoblade who put his hand on his hair faster than he could react.

“You could've normally asked us to train you instead of trying to pull whatever act you were doing earlier.” Technoblade smirked and ruffled Tommy's hair.

Tommy moved his head away from Techno's hand like he just realized something. An embarrassed flush colored his face.

“F-fuck off! I was not acting, bitch! You owe me! Now you have to do it!”

Technoblade chuckled. “Sure, sure.”

Tommy's lips pressed into a thin line, still, a visible tint is across his face.

“T-that's real… right?”

“True.”

“Like, you really agreed…”

“Yup!”

“O-okay.”

Tommy stood making his way towards the door. He was about to exit when he looked back one last time.

“No take-backs!” And shut the door. Dream and Techno could hear the rapid thumps of his feet from outside as he ran away.

They stared at each other for a moment then Technoblade shrugged.

“I'll most likely regret that. But eh, I'll have you deal with him when he gets too much.” Blob Dream glared at him with a soft growl before he waddle trying to find the best place to lie down.

Technoblade picked him up with the cloak and moved to the corner of the room. He placed Dream on the cloak and transformed back into a pig and moved beside the blob so they could take a nap together. It is important for Dream to sleep if he wanted to turn to Human again after trying to defy the calls of his body to shift.

It’s probably a moment later when pig Techno wakes up exactly when a stomach rumble came from a still sleeping blob Dream. He shifts to human form.

“Okay. They might be still at the large dining area. I'll just grab something from the kitchen then come back immediately.” He muttered mostly to himself and sighed before going.

And he's pretty certain he did not take a long time to get something to it, however, when he came back to give Dream a food he got…

Nothing

There was nothing but the cloth on the ground.

He carefully placed the foods on the floor because that is probably Mumza's cooking and he can't just do the dramatic effect of dropping everything you hold otherwise it’s a sin punishable by death. He then ran and the first one he saw is Wilbur still in his cardboard box. He looked ironically comfortable sitting in that as he munched a cupcake.

Anyhow…

“Wil! Dream?” Techno asked the man.

“Huh?”

“Dream! Did you see Dream?”

“…Not really.”

Technoblade clicked his tongue. “That fool can't transform back to human yet unless he wants to feel more tired.”

Wilbur doesn’t really get what that meant but stood up to help Technoblade search for the blob.

And that’s when they saw the kids outside having some kind of passing game except a smaller kid is trying to get the thing the taller children are holding up.

“G-give me! That’s mine! I found it!”
“Then take your toy from us, shortie.”

Wilbur took a step forward to scold the taller kids for taking the little child's toy.

Oh.

Wait…

That's not—

“DREAM!” Wilbur and Techno shouted. Disrupting the playful noises in the background onto silence and now all of the children are looking at them.

“We meant— Dream, did anyone of you see Dream?” Wilbur laughed nervously.

All the kids told them “No.” and continued their own thing as Technoblade and Wilbur think about how could they take Dream from those kids. Both of them are getting more worried as the color of the blob's face turned sicker and sicker as he gets tossed around.

You know what, screw it! Intimidation. That's the only way Technoblade could think as a solution. Especially when Dream looked like he's at his limit and would probably throw up.

But then one high toss of one kid and Dream never landed on any child's hand, instead, a zooming eagle caught him mid-air. Technoblade rushed to the eagle's direction and multiple crows flew past him as well and came straight to the stupid eagle. Immediately it was knocked down like a plane crashing. Technoblade would've laughed if not for the fact that Dream was also falling and he might not catch him.

And like an overused writing concept, Fundy came— stealing all the glory, and caught the blob. It just so happen that he was playing nearby where Dream fell. Technoblade snatched Dream immediately but the first thing the little fox said is

“That toy's already ugly.” Almost like he was trying to sympathize. It's not Technoblade's toy! He's not even a toy, to begin with!

Later that day— when they are about to leave the orphanage, Dream forced himself to shift just so he could properly throw up and he ended up so sick and exhausted that Kristin and Phil decided to go home early. They are too worried. And so, here they are saying their goodbyes to Bad, Niki, and the kids. When they turned to leave, Wilbur—who's carrying Dream (as said so by Mumza and Dadza), felt a tug on his pants and he looked down and saw Fundy. His ears are low and a frown on his lips as he stated.

“Wh-when he's okay… Come back and visit again, okay?”

Wilbur's face lightens up. It’s almost slow-mo.

“Sure, Fundy… for you.” He replied. Of course, son! Your father would come back for you!

I think he's probably talking about Dream a crow cawed followed by several other caws of agreement.

Shut up.

They were in the middle of the walk far now from the orphanage when Technoblade once again looked at Wilbur carrying Dream on his back. He's been trying to convince the other to just let him carry Dream since he always does. It’s quite a long walk and no offense to Wilbur but Techno is more physically fit to carry Dream with that distance. But Wilbur refused even when he tried to bargain that they could switch after taking half the distance.

And Technoblade is growing more… frustrated that… he can't get what he wants to do. He… he felt weird. It felt weird seeing other people traveling with him. It felt weird seeing… Dream not being carried by him? Does that make sense? Because even though that teletubby isn't injured or ill, he would ask Technoblade during their travels to carry him just because. At first, it was annoying, but Technoblade just let it happen saying It's a good exercise.

However, Technoblade is oblivious to the pressure of Mumza and Dadza's eyes at Wilbur every time he tries to take Dream. Wilbur doesn’t have to guess that carrying Dream is part of his punishment. Oh well, it’s only a punishment if he treats it like one! So, too bad Mumza, Dadza… Wilbur is not mentally weak unstable, perhaps. He's genuinely worried about the other so he's totally fine carrying him. He just doesn’t understand about the shifting thingy. Are there conditions?

He'll think about that later.

Because how can he focus on thinking about something else when he could feel Techno staring from his back!!! I-is he still mad about the getting-chased-by-the-orphans thing?

A chill run up his spine.

PRIMES! IS TECHNO PLOTTING HIS DEATH?!

Techno was in fact…

He was just staring— deep in thought, normally.

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Fuck, he's exhausted...

Maybe Wilbur should've taken a bit of Techno's offer a while ago. That's better than the feeling of eyes watching him from behind! Primes, he was on edge because of that! That's probably why he's panting like a dog now.

"Seems like someone needs some exercise." The voice alone is enough to tick Wilbur off.

Tommy sat on the couch with his arms crossed and lips stretched to a smirk. He fluttered his wings a little as he spoke.

"As far as I know, we don't have a dog-hybrid gene in the family yet look at you..." Tommy snickered.

"YOU— oh fuck." Wilbur attempted to point at Tommy but nearly dropped Dream. He can't hold him in one arm. "YOU FUCKING FLEW TO HERE, YOU CHEATER!"

"Not my fault I was born flamboyant."

"Yeah sure, chicken."

Two Avians looked at him, offended.

Pfft. That was unintentional but Wilbur loved that it happened. Wilbur's chuckles stopped when he heard Dream groaned at the same time someone cleared their throat.

Oh shit. Right. Technoblade.

Techno stretched his arms as if he's just asking to pass a baby. Not that Wilbur's going to say something about it. He scoot closer to let Techno get Dream from his back but Wilbur felt the arms around his neck tightened. He looked— confused, to Dream who groaned again and then to Technoblade who still has his arms stretched but his mouth slightly agape— probably equally (or more) confused. Wilbur gulped and tried to give Dream to the other again only for Dream to hold tighter and snuggled to the crook of Wilbur's neck.

Hehe... his hair tickles.

Then Wilbur looked back at Techno.

DEAD!

Wilbur's D E A D!

Technoblade stared at them with his brows slightly furrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line. Wilbur could swear he heard a growl!

He's starting to feel like sweating in bullets.

"Umm..." Great start Wilbur. "Dream, uh... can you please let go?"

Dream whined. "No..."

WRONG ANSWER, DREAM!!!

Is he trying to get Wilbur killed?! For the love of Prime, just go with Techno, Dream!

"I swear, I'll throw up 'f ya move me..." Dream slurred.

He's joking, right?

Wilbur took a glance at Techno. The other's brows are now fully knitted as his eyes narrowed. His lips are pressed further into a thin line and almost making his cheeks puff. It is as if Techno's pouting...

Pouting...

Pouting?

POUTING?!

TECHNOBLADE IS POUTING?!

No. No. No. Primes, that's definitely a pout!

Hello? Can someone make a reality check?

"Uh.. Tech—"

Wilbur heard a frustrated noise before Dream was snatched from him. Dream gasped and tried to hold. Both Techno and Wilbur expected a struggle but all they got is a gagging sound.

And one could just guess what happened next.

"What the fuck! Ew! You guys better clean that!"

"Shut the fuck up, Tommy!"

Wilbur for some reason went stiff when he saw Technoblade just when he got out of the shower. That can't be helped, he was on edge okay? He thought Techno had some plans for him!

The other was holding a rag and just noticed him staring.

"...I'm sorry about that."

"Oh... Ah. It's okay! I was planning to take a shower anyway."

"I should've known..." Techno continued as if not hearing what Wilbur said. "Dream has an extreme motion sickness. All those tossing were probably the worst he experienced and he can't just feel well in that short amount of time. I should've been gentle..."

Wilbur chuckled.

The Heck? Technoblade's having a bit of a moment!

"I think the last part should be for Dream."

Wilbur witnessed this big guy deflate.

"I did apologized to him but... If he wasn't feeling ill, I think I would've to endure some earful. I consider it lucky he's not denying my attempts to take care of him. He's really grumpy."

Dream. Wife Behavior.

Shut up, bird.

Wilbur can't help but blink, flabbergasted. This is the first time he heard this guy talk this much... Not to mention he's saying that to him. hmmm... Wilbur ended up staring at the pig hybrid with unreadable expression in his face. Techno struggled to remain the eye contact and stay unmoving. All this time, Wilbur was trying to think of the right words but seeing this big guy struggle in front of him made him took pity and sighed before speaking.

"Okay, I know we're not really close and I know almost nothing about you— and Dream, but is there something bothering you?"

Technoblade looked back at him, head slightly tilted with a face asking what do you mean?

Wilbur swear he saw that kind of behavior to Dream as well.

"I mean... Uh..." Wilbur rubbed his temples. "Argh—look... Maybe it's just me but, I just thought you were acting a bit weird today and..." I feel like you have some animosity towards me or something.

Technoblade looked confused himself.

Wilbur sighed. "Forget it... I was just overthinking. Let's just see Drea—"

"NO—" Wilbur halted, turning back to Techno. "um... I mean... yeah. It's just. Dream's a bit grumpy right now."

Wilbur eyed as Techno walked pass him to the living room.

Dream is lying on the couch hugging a pillow when Wilbur came in the living room. Techno's sitting on the ground next to him.

"Isn't it better to rest in your room? Are you fine now, Dream?" Wilbur asked.

The other just buried his face in the pillow with a soft groan.

"I—We actually have something to tell everyone." Philza's voice suddenly came in. "I did suggest that we could talk about it tomorrow when Dream's better but he's the one who insisted to do it today. So I want you and Tommy to sit with us."

What?

"Since Dream and Techno are living with us, it's fair to have you know things— for safety. For all of you—Tommy and Wil, and them."

"For safety..." Tommy mumbled. "Wait! So are they actually— Are they bandits?! I KNEW IT! I've been right since chapter 6!" He exclaimed pointing a finger towards the two shapeshifters who stared at him deadpanned.

Wilbur tugged his brother. "The fuck you saying, child? Sitdown."

Tommy huffed and sat back down, crossing his arms.

"Maybe Tommy meant since last month" Kritin giggled. "It may seem like a few days for us but who knows how long has it been for some... entities."

The three Minecraft men stared at Kristin whose sweet giggles somehow sounds ominous after those words.

"Mom, please don't use your goddess wits on us." Wilbur shivered, his mom just smiled at him.

Phil sighed. "Anyway, it won't be long since we're only going to tell you what Dream and Techno want to say."

"Then should I ask a question?" Wilbur stated. "Of course if the answer is an information they do not want to share let's skip."

The avian looked at the two shapeshifters for confirmation and in turn, Dream and Techno looked at each other before nodding at Philza.

"There you go, Wil. Ask."

"What do you mean about Dream's transformation that time in the orphanage, Techno?"

"Ah..." Techno scratched his cheek, avoiding the certain pair of green eyes looking at him. "I guess that's actually a best point to start... Unlike me, Dream's shapeshifting ability includes conditions."

"Oh right..." They heard Philza mumble before said man faced his sons. "Dream would use almost half of his energy in order to shift from one form to another. If I remember it correctly, he also can't stay too long in one form or else it would also cause a lot of stress in his body. Frequent consecutive shifting would left him fatigued. He compensates through sleeping or eating an enormous amount. That also made me wonder, why?" Phil looked back to Techno.

"Wait!" Wilbur butt in. "I remember he had shifted a couple of times without eating. Dream, are you really doing just fine?"

"...squeaky."

"He definitely doesn't." Tommy sweatdropped. Wilbur agreed.

"Don't worry, he had a little nap. And we've also been working on his stamina." Techno gently stroked Dream's head, running his fingers through the fluffy strands. "And to answer Phil..." Technoblade exhaled.

"It's a curse—"

"It's a blessi—"

"—No, definitely a curse."

Dream glared at Techno. "When are you gonna stop calling it that?"

"When you're finally free from it."

Dream sat up swiftly, making him wobble a bit. Techno rushed to hold him. "I told you It's not going away! Why would I want it to when it literally made us closer— adding to the things we have in commo—"

"—Anyway, it's a curse. That's what I'm only gonna tell you guys. And can you not do that again while you're still nauseous."

Dream scowled but gently and silently lie back down.

It was silent for a while. That's something they did not tell to Philza. Dream is cursed? Is it really a curse? Or a blessing? Which one is it? No one in the family knows how to proceed. First of all, why does that information bother them that much? Both Dream and Techno are doing fine. They looked healthy. That's not something to be worrying about.

Tommy cleared his throat.

Everyone turned to look at the youngest man. His wings twitched as he tried to control his facial expression.

"Uh... How-how old are you..?"

A beat.

"Th-that's..." Dream snorted. "THAT'S the question?!"

"JUST FUCKING ANSWER AND MOVE ON!" Tommy screeched.

Bad move. It just made the blob shapeshifter wheezed— and then the said shapeshifter choked, nearly gagging again.

"STOP LAUGHING!" Techno panicked.

"I'm sor—mmf"

"PLEASE NOT ON MY COUCH!!" Philza is also panicking while Kristin went into the kitchen to take the Chamomile tea she remembered she prepared for Dream.

Thank Primes, Dream did not end up doing it.

By the time Dream calmed down and sipping a tea, Phil, Techno and Wil all looked distress.

"Sorry, Tommy's question caught me off guard."

Can Dream not make it look like a Tee-hee~ moment?

"Techno..." Dream called out. "How old are we?"

"Wait..." Tommy spoke. "What do you mean? Why are you asking Techno?"

"Yeah. Why are you asking me?"

"Why does Techno sounds clueless."

"It's because I don't know what he wants me to say."

"What?"

"WHAT?"

"...You guys don't know your— You're joking, right?"

No, they're not. Technoblade and Dream explained they have been traveling since the ealiest they could remember. They are travellers with no destination. They have lost tract of the time and birthdays are not really a thing for them. But that can't be right! They should have at least a clue, right? They may not do celebrations but at least someone greets them, right? Like the last time a family member greeted them in their birthday?

They heard a mutter that most likely came from Technoblade. However, he doesn't look like he's going to repeat it, given that he's not even looking at them.

Wilbur stared at Dream who were also staring at Technoblade before slowly moved his eyes to look at each one of them.

"We don't really have a family..." Dream stated softly. "We're orphans."

Wilbur thinks that's not the shocking part.

"You could only guess why Techie here hates orphans~" Dream continued in a tone painfully brighter than his previous words.

They're weird...

"That is absurd!" Tommy remarked. "Why do you hate them when you're like them!?"

"Why do you hate being called a child when you're literally one."

"You suck, Technoblade."

"Stop prying."

"Then." Dream suddenly stated. "How old are you, Wilbur?"

Wilbur flinched at the mention of his name. "Huh? Oh..." He paused. "...twenty-seven."

Tommy snorted.

"Oh! Then..." Dream brightened. "Techno and I are twenty-seven too!"

"That's not how it works." The Minecraft Family simultaneously stated.

"Aww.. but Wilbur is the one who looked close to our age!"

Said man sighed, putting his palm on his face. "...Trust me, it may not look like it but we're definitely far from each other in terms of age."

Dream clicked his tongue. "Then how old is—"

"—Stop it!!"

Dream just scowled and hugged the pillow tighter. He took a glance at Technoblade once again. Techno still avoids everyone's gaze but felt the pressure of Dream's. He sighed.

"If you really wanna know..." Technoblade trailed off. His ruby eyes landed on Wilbur then Philza. The two felt something tingles up their spine. "That one case of an orphanage attack that had been a talk in almost everywhere..."

The old couple stiffened at the mention of it. They're both familiar from that. One personally guided the young poor souls to the void, and the other physically saw the place after it happened.

"Ah... That's probably not a good thing to brought up when we're talking about age but that's the only memorable thing that I knew we all share!" Technoblade shrugged, chuckling. "I heard that rumor in almost everyone's mouth and that time Dream and I are probably about to be quote, unquote teenagers"

"Oh..." Dream shuffled in his seat. "Right."

Wilbur narrowed his eyes.

"There you go!" Tommy cheered. "We can just count from that and problem solved! Move on to more important topics and forget that I asked it."

That is true, but...

"That case..." Philza started.

"...was a century and a half years ago." Kristin continued.

The two shapeshifters stared at them with widened eyes.

"pfft—" It was Technoblade. "No way! Just because we completely forgot about our age doesn't mean you could totally fool us about the time." Techno laughed.

Dream was covering his mouth trying not to go full on laughing. "No offense, Mumza, Dadza. But you can't expect us to believe that!"

They stared at the two laughing idiots. Philza could only sweatdrop until he heard a soft giggle. Kristin has her hand over her mouth as she joined the two in laughing.

"Of course that won't work... Sigh, and I thought Phil and I did a great job of setting the mood and all." She half-heartedly pouted.

"What?!" Tommy exclaimed. "C'mon... I was into it as well! I thought I'm in the middle of some mystery novel or some shits. Man, that ruined the vibe!"

Philza ended up laughing as well.

"So, how old are they then?"

"Oh... Based on that, they're probably around 21 years old."

"Ah so Wilbur's definitely an old geezer."

"Fuck off! We don't look that far from age."

They continued to just talk about whatever come in their minds that are usually just trivial or mundane. The Minecrafts— specifically the older three, had a non-verbal agreement of not squeezing more from the two. Things that probably won't be encountered in everyday interactions. By the time they noticed it, the sun has already set and Dream was nodding on his seat. Mumza prompted everyone to just go in their rooms while Phil cook with her. Wilbur stood about to go upstairs when he felt a hold around his wrist and tugged him.

It's a really sleepy Dream hugging a pillow towards his chest with one arm weakly leading him towards Dream and Techno's room. Before Wilbur could even react, another tug— this time from the opposite direction, stopped him and Techno walked towards Dream. He removed Wilbur's arm replacing it with his own saying...

"...You took the wrong arm."

Dream dazedly stared at the arm that was removed and the arm that he's currently holding before looking up between Wilbur and Techno.

"Oh... sorry Wilbur."

Technoblade let the other slowly lead him to their room. Wilbur watched as they enter the room and caught Techno taking a glance at him before quickly looking away. The door closed.

Oh?

"Stop smiling like that alone... You look like a sinister character. You're creepy!"

"Tommy, you won't understand!" Wilbur started making his way towards the stairs. "I think I just discovered something interesting" He snickered.

Oh Technoblade...

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Despite having akin to a hot seat session with the Minecrafts, the next morning just came as usual. No discomfort, no suspicion, no awkwardness, and certainly no chilling sensation of stares that eerily flashes the image of Wilbur at the back of Techno's mind. He gently scratched his eyes and slowly scanned the empty living room.

...yeah, none of those.

He yawned before deciding to head to the kitchen when his now more awake mind recognized the arms clinging around his waist. He doesn't have to look back to the feeling of a face stuffed in the area between his shoulder blades.

"Dream... At least let me walk. I want coffee." Technoblade stepped forward and halted feeling that Dream is just letting his whole weight get drag.

"...A moment." Dream mumbled. "You wouldn't let me sleep last night..."

Techno's ear flicked. For some reason that sounded... weird.

"It was you who wouldn't let yourself sleep. I told you, I'll sleep a bit later."

"Oh yeah!? And I waited but you didn't!" Dream looked up and glared from the back which met Techno's eyes that looked back at him.

Technoblade eventually closed his eyes with a sigh. "We can't be having something like this in the morning..."

"..It's because you keep thinking about last night..." He felt Dream leaned his face back and tightened his hold. "...You worry me sometimes."

Technoblade couldn't reply. He stood there staring at the bare floor his sight had land on, before eventually dragging his stare down the lean fair arms that hug him. Techno lifted his right arm, touching one of Dream's arms. He slid his hand from the forearm going to the other's palm. For a moment it was just a nervous pause for his brain to think, but right now... Techno pressed his thumb on the palm. The hand is relaxed and trusting with his touch. The skin didn't feel soft but neither did it feel rough. It's the feeling of... strength.

But had it always been... this way?

Techno found himself realizing he has no clue. This skin-to-skin contact between him and Dream had been existing the moment they met, but right now it's almost as if he had just acknowledge it.

It's...

"—too early for this shit..." Tommy's mumbling was caught by Technoblade's sharp hearing. His mouth slightly hung, unable to utter at least a retort seeing the young Avian's back disappearing to the dining room. Techno's ear flicked.

He gently removed Dream's arms around him making the other whine. As soon as Techno stepped out of Dream's embrace, a pair of arms wrapped around Dream's neck this time. Technoblade stood there and stared. Dream felt a face nuzzling on his head making him look up.

"What are you doing, Wilbur?"

"Not even a Good morning, Dreamie?" Wilbur whined.

"Good morning, Wilbur. What are you doing." Dream simply stated.

Wilbur perked up. "I also want a morning hug!"

"That—" Techno started. "That wasn't a..."

Technoblade closed his mouth and looked away. Dream was staring at Techno when Wilbur started speaking again.

"Also... I just wanted to confirm something."

Wil moved his arms to better hold Dream. He nuzzled his cheek on the shorter's hair, sighing.

"Somehow, your bed-hair feels smoother and fluffier, Dreamie~"

Wilbur took a sneak glance to the pig-hybrid in front of them. Techno had a blank stare to the arms around Dream. Shortly, he started making his way towards the kitchen, promptly ignoring the two.

"I need my coffee..." Technoblade mumbled.

Dream and Wilbur eyed him until he went inside the kitchen. Never once did Techno look back despite the obvious stares that followed him. Wilbur sighed again.

"A bummer huh..."

"You said something?"

"Ah. Well, I was thinking... You and Techno managed to travel even at such a young age right?"

"Yeah!" Dream beamed, looking up at Wilbur who still hugged him. "We're probably way younger than Tommy."

Wilbur hummed. "I'm sure you were... Were you having fun in your travels? I mean you even lose track of your age!" Wil giggled.

"Oh." Dream chuckled dryly. "I would say there were ups and downs. Forgetting our age just happened. What prompted these questions?"

Wilbur angled his head sidewards, giving Dream a more comfortable way to look at him. Wil stared back at Dream's green eyes.

"...I had a dream." Wilbur started. "Kinda strange."

"What was it?"

"Well first, I was a child. Second, I am an orphan and Third, I'm an orphan child in Uncle Bad's Orphanage!"

Dream laughed. "What's wrong with that?"

"No! What's wrong with you? I clearly have parents! I'm aware in that dream and I'm an adult!"

"Fine, go on."

"In that dream, I was preparing to escape and travel to this house. No, more like I'm already on my way, but uncle Bad caught me saying kids can't travel alone and orphans could only leave the orphanage when they either got adopted or reached the right age."

"...t-that's true."

Wilbur paused, smiling with closed lips at Dream. The other blinked at him.

"I was throwing a tantrum." Wil continued after a fleeting silence. "I insisted I have parents waiting for me but uncle Bad did not believe me. So you know what I did?"

"What?"

Wilbur grinned brightly. " I TNT'ed the orphanage!"

"WITH THE KIDS INSIDE?!"

...a beat.

"Actually, I forgot. My dream's hazy." Wilbur sweatdropped. "Anyway, I woke up after that."

For a moment, Dream just gave the other a narrowed blank stare until they both caught Tommy's wide wings in their peripheral vision.

"I haven't looked at a corner of the house without seeing two people being all cuddly and shit since I woke up..." Tommy exasperatedly put his palm on his face. He sighed and made his way upstairs. "Primes, give me a break..."

Two pairs of eyes just blinked in silence. Wilbur was about to remove his arms around Dream when he saw Techno emerging from the kitchen with a steamy mug in his hand. The pig-hybrid stopped half-way, looking at them. Half of his body is hidden by the wall from Wil and Dream's perspective.

"...Did Mumza make hot choco?" Dream broke the silence.

Technoblade blinked. "...Yeah."

"..Can I have a cup?"

Wilbur eyed Techno who pressed his lips— again that really looked like a pout, and subtly scoot back to the wall. Wil just can't help but smirk. Bless his genetics, he caught a steam that flew from the direction of Techno's free hand, from the movement.

"...Go get one yourself." Technoblade grumbled and went back in the kitchen.

"Seriously that guy." Dream mumbled frustratedly before gently removing Wilbur's arms around him. "Excuse me, Wil."

Dream speedwalked to the kitchen. Wilbur's smirk stretched into a grin. He's already holding a mug for Dream and yet...

Wil chuckled. "Sneaky... Well, I guess that means it's a start for me."

Wilbur turned towards the direction of the shower deciding to let the two alone for now.

Done spending his shower thinking of what he should do, Wil stepped out the bathroom with thin steam still following him to the door. He'd only took one step out of the bathroom door when he saw Dream standing right in front of him. His hand froze lifted, presumably was about to open the door. Oh well. Wilbur smiled.

"Sorry." Dream put his hand down and stepped back a little. "I didn't hear anything so I thought—"

"It's okay. It was locked."

Right, people lock their doors, the opposite is more of just a Dream and Techno thing.

"...but if you say it was you, I might just open it."

Dream gave Wil a look. The taller tried to make it sound like a mumble but it was obvious Wilbur intended Dream to hear it. Silence took over, with Dream having no idea if he should say something or pretend he didn't actually hear it. Wilbur's amber eyes locked onto the other trying to catch any subtle change of expression or a twitch on Dream's face, all while masking his watchful gaze with a soft smile.

Dream however, was not able to notice any of those, or if he did he ignored it for the short escape given by the single droplet of water that caught his eyes. From Wilbur's head, the particular droplet twinkled from the light as it dangles at the end of Wil's wet brown locks. It soon fell right at the other's collar bone and slowly flows down his chest. Green eyes shamelessly followed it until it rolled to the stomach and a short cough snapped him out of trance. Wilbur is staring down at him, smirk still present on his face accompanied with a slight tint.

...

"I didn't know you work out." Dream blurted.

Wil's smirk disappeared, both eyebrows raising at the comment.

"Of course I do! Women like them!" He exclaimed. "—and some men... How about you. Do you like it?"

Wilbur bent a little, matching Dream's height and leaned forward. Dream stood still and stared straight to his eyes, stating:

"I do, actually." Dream shrugged. "It's nice to see something when you've spent an effort, right? Abs are abs and they're a piece of beauty. Also with being chubby! Y'know, when Technoblade shapeshifts—"

"If-if you're done..."

The sentence hasn't even finished when Dream whipped his head. "We're okay now, actually! Wil just got out of the shower!"

Dream beamed a grin at Techno who's holding towels and some clothing. Dream walked towards Technoblade and Wilbur leaned back, watching the other go.

"Speaking of abs, this—"

"HEY!"

"—is my personal favorite."

Dream proudly lifted Techno's shirt, presenting his abdominal muscles as if it was Dream's own. Technoblade immediately pulled down his shirt.

"Pfft— I've seen them." Wil chuckled. "You two literally ran around here topless, remember?"

Oh yeah. Techno thought. That time Wilbur's brother thought him and Dream...

He barely stopped his ear from flicking

"Oh Primes, that day's stressful. Tommy is a menace!" Dream muttered.

Wilbur laughed. "Anyway, are you two going to shower together?" He teased remembering the time Dream tried to squeeze himself with Techno in the bathroom.

"Yeah!"

Dream must be a dork like him. Wil nodded to himself.

Wait...

"..huh?" He uttered.

"You see..." Dream grinned. "In the same manner I feel the need to take a shower, I also feel the urge to shift already. But I can't really wash myself properly in blob form!"

Wil hummed stupidly as he slowly nods his head. At this point he should start to not be surprised at... literally whatever these two do.

"Um... We-we're going in now, since you're done." Techno spoke and held Dream's wrist.

Wilbur smiled. "Oh, yeah! Go ahead." He started to make his way to the stairs and away from the door.

"I'm already hearing some talking inside. I think we should get inside now. Let's cook?"

Kristin stated as she walks inside the shelter of their foxes where Philza is currently working. She, herself has finished taking care of the sheep and she could see her husband is about to be done too.

"Yeah, I'm almost done cleaning this part anyway." Philza responded.

Kristin crouched, reaching her hand to pet the foxes. She thought of silently waiting her husband this way but...

"About last night..." She softly started. "We're not mistaken from that, right? That was really..."

Phil halted and looked at her. "That's also what I'm thinking."

Phil straightened his stand and took off his gloves and hung it. "How often do orphanages here get attacked when all are managed and protected by powerful mages or witches. And the fact that, specifically that case remained unsolve to this day... I know we're not wrong."

The two stared at each other. Both of them have confusion and concern painted on their faces, because when they really know they were all thinking the same case... they weren't joking when they said it was a century and a half years ago. But it's odd Techno and Dream reacted that way. Are they really clueless?

Or they're hiding something... more?

"I shouldn't have been surprised..." Philza lowered his gaze. "..to think that there could also be immortals other than us."

Kristin frowned at the way her husband seemed to falter.

"What's wrong?" She stood and stepped closer to Phil.

There's... nothing wrong. Phil thought. Maybe he just hasn't fully processed that possibility, but the thought of it made him remember how he became an immortal himself. It's not exactly... pleasant. The number of souls he had to send to the Void— even of familiar ones, would sometimes still haunt him in his sleep. He never harmed any innocents though, No. Whatever the Void told him, he and Kristin made sure his words won't fully take over them. It just hurts him that some of those souls could've given a second chance. But at the end of the day, he couldn't take that back... He wouldn't take that back because then, he wouldn't be here... with his wife, with his sons... with Techno and Dream.

Then suddenly, warmth enveloped his hand.

"Phil..." Kristin whispered. "It would be okay. Although it is what it seems, we haven't confirmed it yet. Besides..." Kristin slowly smiled at him. "Whatever it is, it just means we're getting closer to them, right?"

...

"Let's get inside! I think I just heard Tommy."

Philza chuckled weakly. "After you."

It just means we're getting closer to them... right?

Philza had to silently apologize to Kristin. He really can't smile on that thought either...

The moment they enter the house, Tommy's wings— with his arms, enveloped Kristin.

"What took you so long outside!" Tommy whined while Mumza held him back, then he looked at Phil with a half-hearted glare. "Again with hogging all the Mumza moments."

"Again Tommy, what do you mean Mumza mome—"

"—THE CROWS TOLD ME!"

"WHY WOULD YOU BELIEVE THEM!"

"Then would you rather send Phil somewhere else while I cook?" Mumza interrupted.

Tommy stared at his mother then later slowly released her out of his hold with his gaze now turned to the side.

"...No." His wings flapped. "I-I like... Food tastes better when the two of you cooked." He mumbled almost inaudible with the way he seemed to chew every word.

...oh.

OH!

A coo suddenly emerged from behind Tommy. "Aww... Tommy~" It's Wilbur with a crow on his left shoulder— probably snitched, and Dream and Techno— thank Primes they're fully clothed. Both of them wearing white shirt with Techno pairing it with dark sweatpants and Dream with shorts. The three of them— and the crow, stared at him, amused.

"About time you show such a cute side of yours~." Wilbur continued.

"You fucking said WHAT?!" He shouted, face burning.

"You don't have to be embarrassed. I think Phil is quite touched by your words!" Dream remarked.

Then everyone turned to Philza whose hand placed over his mouth. His eyes avoided any contact making the slight tint of the tip of his ears noticeable.

Wilbur burst out laughing.

"Why are you—" Tommy squawked. "I DID NOT COMPLIMENTED YOU OLD MAN!"

"Y-you... You definitely did." Wilbur remarked.

"AAH! I HATE ALL OF YOU!" Tommy bolted away.

"Wha— Why!? I praised you!" Wilbur followed him.

Dream took a hold around Techno's arm, tugging him. "Come on, let's follow them!"

"Bruh, why?"

"It's fun to watch."

Kristin watched them leave, smiling at their banter. She then glanced at her husband who looked like he's actually about to recover.

"My!" She stated. "Now, I think I'm jealous..."

Philza quickly turned at her. "No! He—uh, Tommy doesn't... Tommy probably meant like... HE LIKES YOUR COOKING TOO! Probably more than mine... definitely!"

Pfft...

Kristin can't help her laugh. Phil watched her with an expression of confusion mixed with nervousness.

"Phil... Who said I'm jealous of that? Did you see the expression you made a while ago?"

...huh?

Philza has no clue of what she meant but he could feel hus face heating up as he stared at her. He tried to open his mouth when a soft lips came to peck his own.

"There you go." Kristin muttered. "blushing... for me."

Her lips stretched into a sly grin then she left to wash her hands to actually start cooking.

Oh goddess of Death... Have mercy.

Breakfast was spent with Wilbur delightfully teasing both his father and little brother although it may look subtle, everyone in the house knows it's not— simply because it's Wilbur. And so Tommy was flushed the whole time in which Philza could only chuckle in pity and perhaps a bit apologetic.

As soon as breakfast ended, Tommy stood and gathered the dishes knowing damn well that if he didn't, he would have to spend time with Wilbur and for Prime's sake, give him a break! Mumza seeing him, reminded him to have Wilbur help him. Tommy politely declined. HELL FUCKING NO! Wilbur is already annoying the shit out of him since the day started so he'd rather wash these damn dishes alone.

"I'll help you then." Techno spoke.

"..No need." Tommy responded, not really looking at Technoblade.

"Let me. It's not that I have anything to do anyway." Techno insisted as he took his and Dream's plate.

Tommy's wings flapped. "...Well I guess it's better than Wilbur. I bet you'll do it anyway." The young avian grumbled the last sentence which made Techno grin.

Okay... Being away from Wilbur— at least for now is a success but... Tommy peeked at Technoblade beside him who languidly does his thing— that's probably normal for him, and never spoke. It is kinda awkward.

"I really think it's better I do this alone..." He mumbled.

"And yet we're here." Techno responded which made Tommy jumped as he didn't know he voiced out his thoughts. "It's fine, really. This is not even close with the help your father did and with the time we spent here— eating and stuffs."

"Well... You guys are kind of our guests so, I don't feel good of making you work... If that makes sense..."

Technoblade smiled. He kind of get what Wilbur is saying about his little brother. Beyond the loud and grumpy side of this kid, he's really kind and Techno thinks that is endearing.

Maybe Wilbur should learn how to properly show his affection and appreciate his brother. He won't be getting that lesson from Techno tho.

Tommy then perked up as if remembering something which confirmed it for Techno when the young avian looked up at him saying:

"If this is okay, then can you start teaching me the... you know what I mean!"

Tommy stared up at him with his eyes shining with hope despite the seemingly tight line of his lips. It took Techno a couple of seconds to remember that he promised to teach him how to improve in combat.

"Yeah, sure."

Tommy's wings twitched. Primes knows he wanted to whoop. "...Okay."

Later that morning, Wilbur watched through the window his brother and Technoblade having a slow-paced spar. His little brother has that look of excitement and determination Wilbur thinks he hasn't seen in a long time. Wilbur smiled.

"Look at them bonding..."

He heard steps from behind him. He looked and found Dream looking around which he bet is looking for

"Have you seen Techno?" Dream asked him.

Wilbur chuckled, tilting his head as a gesture for Dream to look out the window. Dream went close and saw at a good distance, Technoblade and Tommy.

"Ah... right, I forgot we're supposed to teach Tommy this." He mumbled. "Oh, they're using swords anyway. That's Techno's specialty, I'm not really needed that much with that."

"Tommy probably suggested to have only Techno to teach him for now, given that you were sick yesterday."

"You think so?"

"No. I know so."

Wilbur bet Tommy played it as a joke to Techno— bragging that he was just being merciful because Dream may not be able to handle his greatness. Or he half-heartedly swear to double the work for Dream next time.

And to be real... That exactly what happened.

"I kind of have the feeling that he will be so annoying when I actually joined in." Dream intoned.

Wilbur laughed. "You better be prepared."

Dream chuckled. They both went silent in a moment, watching as Tommy's wooden sword flew out of his hand. Techno is holding back... right? Dream could just sweatdrop at the thought.

"By the way..." Wilbur started, turning his head away the spar to look at Dream. "Do you want to go somewhere with me?"

Dream hummed as he blinked in curiosity.

Outside, Tommy struggled to look for his only wooden sword because who the hell uses wooden sword?! He tried to insist to Techno for them to use at least an iron sword because he is a big man. But shit man, the pig hybrid has no chill and glared at Tommy with those blood red eyes.

He was looking at the ground without considering it might've been stuck in a tree nearby and there it is! his cool wooden sword... very cool.

"Found it!" He exclaimed, raising it and turning to Techno only to find him looking at a distance. Curios, Tommy followed his line of sight.

"Wilbur?" Tommy stated and squinted his eyes slightly, noticing someone with his brother. "...Dream? The hell are they going?"

He isn't really expecting an answer and looked at Technoblade who is still looking at them. Tommy furrowed his brows. Nothing from the other's expression says anything so he can't really tell what's going on. Eventually, Technoblade spoke.

"...Maybe, this is enough for today." Techno finally tore his gaze from Wilbur and Dream's disappearing figure to look at Tommy with a smile. "Let's head inside now."

The young avian slowly nodded then Techno started walking inside. Well, Tommy is admittedly a bit tired now so he's not really complaining but...

Tommy looked at the general direction of his brother and Dream.

Is there something going on?

Tommy noticed Techno went straight in their room as soon as they got inside. He took a short rest before going to shower. When he got out, he noticed Techno— in his pig form, lying on the couch.

"Oh there you are, Tommy!" Mumza greeted as she stood by the window with the crows. "There's some snack right here. Did you have fun?"

Tommy hummed in confirmation and looked at the half full tray of pastries then at pig Techno. Yeah of course. No one can resist Mumza's pastries whatever one's mood is. He went to take one and sat on the same couch with the pig hybrid. His back faced Tommy and for some reason he has a feeling that Technoblade is watching the front door.

"Mom?" He called, taking one last glance at the pig shape-shifter before continuing. "Do you know where Dream and Wilbur are?"

The young avian caught the pig's ear twitch.

"They went out." Mumza responded.

"To where?"

Kristin hummed in wonder.

Fundy! Fundy!

To Fundy!

Wilbur and Dream visit the orphans!

The crows cawed.

"...To the orphanage?" Tommy repeated as he took a careful glance to the pig shape-shifter beside him. Pig Techno looked like he just sank in the couch.

"You can shift on your blob form. I can carry you till we get there." Wilbur spoke.

To be frank, he was not expecting Dream to agree and go with him. He planned to go anyway, he just thought of bringing Dream with him at the last second to mess with someone.

"Are you sure?" Dream asked.

"I should be the one asking you that. You know the kids could be handful, you don't want to save your energy?"

"Okay..."

Both paused as Dream shrunk into a blob. Wilbur picked him and put him... Uh..

"Where do you want to be carried?"

Blob Dream jumped onto his shoulder with a squeal.

"Okay." Wilbur giggled. "By the way, I need you to distract Fundy specifically. I need to talk to uncle Bad and y'know as my son, Fundy is bound to crave for my attention while I'm present."

Blob Dream feels like that wouldn't be the case but he can't really talk.

"I could feel your judgement..." Wilbur remarked with a sigh. "Well I guess your presence would be enough distraction for all the kids' attention including Fundy..."

Wilbur turned to stare at the blob who also looked back at him with a tilted head. "I probably looked stupid right now talking to what seems like an odd plushie."

The blob chittered, offended.

Eventually, they reached the orphanage with Dream back in his human form. They saw most of the kids playing outside and Bad watching them. They haven't done any noise but Badboyhalo is already looking at them and making his way towards them— probably have sensed their arrival at kilometers away. As soon as they got past the gate, Wilbur with a high-pitched voice called.

"Fundy~ my little champion..."

Bad sighed. There they saw Fundy whose ears perked up and whipped his head to the direction of the voice almost immediately. His face scowled noticing his own behavior but a tint in his face didn't get unnoticed by Dream and Bad, perhaps Wilbur as well. But then, little Fundy's eyes widen before he got up. Some of the kids are already with Wilbur and Dream. Fundy ran forward, his arms stretched ready for a hug. Wilbur crouched and does the same, only for the little fox to zoom past him hugging Dream's legs instead.

Dream sweatdrop at the look of Wilbur— stunned in place and arms still stretched.

"For some reason... I'm sorry." Dream stated.

Wilbur sighed. "Nah... There's nothing to be sorry about." He stood and witness almost every kid now has gathered around Dream.

"My! Someone's a favorite..." Uncle Bad who went beside Wilbur, muttered. "What do you need?" He continued.

Wilbur can't help but smirk. "I'm really thankful, you are what you are uncle Bad."

Bad sighed. Lady Death... Your son's really like you and maybe that's why they also could be handful at a completely different level.

"Let's talk in the office."

Dream has no clue why they went in the orphanage and frankly he's curious... He wanted to know! But he wasn't given a time to think about it when he's occupied with the kids that for some reason keep asking where his husband is— whoever that husband of his that he is totally unaware of. Probably the kids way of messing with little Fundy based on his reactions every time it was brought by one of them. Thank Primes he got some help from Niki.

It was already afternoon when they left the orphanage. Dream thought Mumza and the rest already had their lunch. It makes his stomach rumble. Oh wait... He forgot to tell Techno he was leaving, did he?

Dream thinks It should be fine...

Finally, they reached the house.

"We're ba—" Wilbur was not able to finish the sentence noticing the pig sitting in front the door.

Ruby eyes landed immediately right at Dream. Ears flicking before slowly waddled closer to Dream and looked back at him.

PRIMES, WHAT IS THIS ADORABLE SCENE HE'S LOOKING AT RIGHT NOW?!

Dream flushed putting a hand over his mouth trying not to coo or squeal. He then felt a pressure at his foot. There he saw pig Techno tapping his foot with his hoof.

WHO IS THIS CUTE PIG?!

At the back of Dream's mind, he doesn't really need to be reminded that this is Techno. Dream bent down to scoop pig Techno in his arms.

"Mumza, Dadza, Toms.. we're back! I'll be in the room with Tech!" Dream exclaimed quickly.

Wilbur watched with a fond smile. Phil and Kristin on the other hand, have slightly widened their eyes and mouth agape. Even Tommy blinked in surprise.

Mumza eventually giggled, it sounded like something Dream have never heard before and he felt warm in his chest. "Welcome back... Be sure to go out for lunch okay?" Mumza smiled.

"We will!" Dream grinned before going inside the room.

The family of Minecraft stared at each other in silence the moment Techno and Dream's bedroom door closed.

"O-okay but..." Wilbur started. "D-did he just—"

Kristin once again giggled. Her lips stretched into a sweet smile the moment her giggles stopped, accompanied by a glowing blush on her face. "I'll go cook lunch now..."

Wilbur heard his little brother grumbled. "Toms?! What a stupid nickname..." Yet his expression says otherwise.

Philza, on the other hand, quickly turned away before anyone could tease him about this. He flapped his wings. He knows he shouldn't let this...

But he did not fight the warmth in his chest from hearing those words...

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"Mumza, Dadza, Toms.. we're back! I'll be in the room with Tech!" Dream exclaimed quickly.

Mumza eventually giggled, it sounded like something Dream have never heard before and he felt warm in his chest. "Welcome back... Be sure to go out for lunch okay?" Mumza smiled.

"We will!" Dream grinned before going inside the room.

Right after the door shuts, Dream skipped to the bed and flopped on his back with pig Techno still snuggled on his chest. Although the pig's weight constricts his breathing a little, Dream held him closer and squealed as he remembers and can't get over the adorable scene Techno did the moment he came home.

"Okay." Dream lifted pig Techno holding him up straight his face. "Enough with the gushing, what's up..."

Me.

Techno wiggled for a bit before turning into his human form placing him perfectly on top of Dream. Each of his knees on each side of Dream's hips and his arms by the other's head— caging Dream under him.

Dream, who was caught off guard by the shift, hits the other on the chest.

"You fucking pig! I was holding you up in the air! RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE!"

Technoblade remained silent as he thinks of... words. His eyes fixated on those bright eyes and as he kept on looking, he felt more lost. Yet he can't look away.

He has to say it now. That something that has been bothering him since...

this morning?

That doesn't seem right but then, he can't figure out exactly what it is...

Dream... Wilbur... Tommy... This whole family...

Techno closed his eyes and shook his head a little. Dream... It's Dream. He knows this guy caused this. Somehow.

This... feeling—

"Techno!"

He gasped with the stinging impact he felt on his face from both sides, before he was pulled down and met Dream's annoyed face.

Dream held Technoblade's face after helping him wake up from whatever he's thinking because the other is really out of it right now. He could tell something is up.

"You know how much I've been talking here, huh?"

Techno visibly gulped. His face felt hot on Dream's palm.

"Uhh... Let go." Techoblade muttered.

The other scoffed and removed his hold. "So, will you tell me now?" Dream asked.

Another silence came which shortly, broken by Dream once again.

"I-If..." Dream fiddled with the strings of his hoodie. His eyes remained looking at the other. "If it's about where I was, I went with Wilbur to the orphanage... I don't have anything to do anyway and you seemed busy with Tommy so, I... I didn't wanna disturb. It's his first training with you and—"

Frustrated to his own rambling, Dream groaned and propped himself up with his elbows. "Wilbur talked to Bad and they needed the kids away so basically I distracted the kids with Niki's help... Besides you wouldn't want to go in an orphanage anyway..." He whispered the last part.

Technoblade eventually sighed and moved to sit beside Dream. "Y-yeah sure... Um that's not what I was thinking anyway..."

The other— also moved to sit properly, hummed raising an eyebrow.

Techno opened his mouth with a deep breath.

"Do you think... It's time to leave?"

Dream gaped. "W-wait... What do you— Why are you saying this now, Techno?"

"We're suppose to leave eventually, right?" Technoblade evaded his gaze. "And I think we've stayed for too long."

"W-well it's—"

"Answer me please, Dream... Do you think it's time to leave?"

Dream stared, searching something in Techno's eyes. He relied to the time he's with Techno, the things he knows about his bestfriend to figure out what's going on in the other's head. And Dream knew there really is something more than usual. But it's frustrating that at this time, Dream can't tell what.

What is it?

He lowered his gaze. "I-I don't... feel like it's time to leave..."

"Dream—"

"Y-you see, we still need some time to prepare! We need to... gather resources!" He tried to grin with a chuckle. It's awry. "Besides, we still need to tell them you know? A proper goodbye! Tommy just started training with you— which is supposed to be with both of us, imagine how insufferable he would be if we just leave..."

"Do you like it here? Do you like them?"

"I... I don't hate them... Yeah, I like them." Dream then leaned towards Techno saying "How about you then? Don't you like them?"

"Dream, staying here... would put them in danger."

"But we haven't even done anything that could possibly point this location!"

He could stop now... He could just drop this, maybe apologize. Technoblade doesn't even know if this is actually what he meant. Yet before he knows it, he could hear himself talking.

"We could still comeback... With the cure of the curse."

Dream stood, glaring at the other. "Again with that curse! Not once I ever consider it as one, yet you're here insisting it!"

"Because it is, Dream. You're in denial!"

"Maybe it was suppose to be one, but it only feels like a curse everytime you call it like that—"

"—IT'S A BURDEN!"

Silence took over, with Dream staring speechless at Techno— who can't even look at him in the eyes with the words he just uttered. The sheets under Technoblade's grip wrinkled that it could almost rip. He's being ridiculous...

"When... did you ever hear me claim it was a burden?" Dream muttered, his voice wavering. "Am I... a burden to you, Techno?"

Techno whipped his head to Dream and stood. The other stepped back when Technoblade reached to hold him.

That's not what Technoblade meant.

He doesn't meant for it to turn out like this.

He was just trying to get back on track. This is not how it's supposed to be. Dream was never a burden to him. Dream is everything to him. And that's all he wanted... To have Dream back...

...have him back?

With all the thinking, Techno was late to realize that he has yet to answer Dream. When he opened his mouth to talk, Dream was already out of the room.

Technoblade messed up.

Phil and the rest of the family found the shape shifters who are most of the time seen together, now sat separately by the table in their tiny form. Normally, it wouldn't have been that big of a deal if only Philza did not see how the blob hopped on Wilbur's lap— deliberately ignoring the approach of a nervous looking pig given by the reoccuring flicks of his ear and the soft whimpers after the blob ignored him.

Kristin and Tommy don't seem to notice or put much of attention to it, while Wilbur— though baffled at the sudden appearance of the blob on his lap, doesn't really mind anything else.

But it undeniably affected the ambience of the lunch.

It was a moment after lunch when the rest show some sort of worry— particularly Tommy. Philza was starting to wash the dishes when the young Avian came with the last plate and bowl and told Phil about the two shape shifters. Other than the fact that the blob has been trying to avoid the pig— which now seems afraid or nervous to approach the blob, Tommy told him how Techno acted during that time in his training which is the same time Wilbur and Dream left.

"Also, look at them trying so hard to remain in their tiny form so they could have a reason not to answer if they're asked about the obvious." Tommy remarked. A great observation, Phil thought.

Tommy flinched at the sudden hand on his head, patting him. His dad is in deep thought while Tommy stood frozen, sputtering.

Should he tell him to stop? But headpats are kinda nice

Tommy's face felt warm. "WH-WHAT THE FUCK DAD, YOUR HAND IS WET!"

Philza snapped out of his thought before erupting into laughter. "Oh shit! Sorry!"

He heard the other scoffed and muttered about shower before going away. Then Philza went back to the dishes.

Wait

It's suppose to be Wilbur's turn to wash the dishes.

Where the fuck is Wilbur?

Apparently no one knows where Wilbur is, but outside, blob Dream sat by the plant box on the front yard staring at the playful crows which are also the ones that helped him out.

He also has a feeling of being watched and everytime he turns to the window, he would be glaring at no one. He knows that if he was in fact being watched it would be Techno, but Dream does not know if he actually want to catch him looking or what to do if he did catch him.

Someone crouched near him looking at the flower he apparently has been staring at.

"Hello, Dream!" Kristin smiled at him.

The blob stared back at her, nodding slowly with a tiny cheep. They just sat there in silence for a while until Dream heard a hum.

"You know... You and Techno remind me of... old acquaintances." Kristin shuffled to sit comfortably on the grass before continuing. "But I can't figure out what exactly it is that made me think of them when I met you both, especially as persons. Your appearance certainly don't look like them so you know... I thought maybe it was how you two act together!"

Kristin giggled when the blob tilted his head with a questioning squeak when she paused.

"Yes, they're also gods... rather, were. Because now... They no longer exist. Not an altar, Not a monument, nothing was left as a trace of their existence." Kristin smiled noticing the blob's full attention to the story.

"The God of Chaos and The Blood God... Two of the most powerful gods to ever existed. Doesn't ring a bell? No surprise, by old acquaintances I meant thousands of years— if not more. They had everything..."

Kristin removed the glove of her right hand and reached to one of the flowers in the plant box. "The power... The control..."

She touched the petal hearing Dream squeaked as they watched the flower withered. "...the worshippers... The riches..."

She almost rolled her eyes remembering the Blood God flaunting his riches especially to the God of Chaos who could always be seen with him.

"But they fearlessly dropped everything that for once— after favoring the wishes of the mortals for blood, strength and war, they want something for themselves... No, for both of them... together. Unfortunately, this was the time that while gods could have the power, control and riches, everything else are forbidden."

Everything that Kristin are enjoying now... because of them

"And living up to his name, Chaos was a frequent traveller to the mortal realm despite it being forbidden. The other gods just can't do anything about it because they feared him and Blood. And with the Blood God occasionally accompanying him, they learned something from mortals that I really think the other gods feared. That's why they said: To love is to become a fool.
They want gods to not care about anyone more than the parameters of favors and advantages. And so against all gods, they fought for what they want but gods cannot be killed— not a mortal or a fellow god could kill one. Then with other gods' manipulation... The two eventually lose worshippers. They were forgotten by the mortals..."

A god's power and strength relies on their believers, without them they are cursed to roam all realms with no real purpose...

"...all just because two gods want to be together more than what they were taught." Kristin muttered. "They know how pointless and agonizing it will be to just be here with no real purpose while other gods desperately try to separate them. You see... The only real escape is Death. And given that now they no longer exist, at least I could be happy to say that they succeeded."

"Not a mortal or a fellow god could kill one... But you know who happens to be someone that is neither a mortal nor a god?" Blob Dream gave her a soft cheep.

"It's Phil..."

She remembers her poor beloved wailing at the corpses of the two gods who also happens to be his friends, slowly vanishing into the air. She remembered how desperately Philza wanted to refuse when the two first asked him. She remembered the anguish and sorrow her beloved showed when he finally accepted— shouting at the two gods to fight him for it.

Especially, despite how battered Philza ended up and unbelievably won a battle against the two gods... She remembered how broken her beloved was.

"...I used to hate them for that. How selfish of them..."

Now, I could only wonder where do gods go after they die?

Then suddenly she felt the air beside her shifts. Kristin decided to smile before looking at now human Dream.

"Aha! Finally shifted. Got you!" She smirked. "Now, tell me what's going on between you and Techno."

Dream froze with his hands raised. Was the story a distraction?!

"I-I only shifted because I needed to!" He exclaimed with his voice pitching higher than normal. "And... It's nothing."

"Is it?"

Dream, in lieu of responding, slumped on the ground and hugged his legs closer to his chest.

"You know..." Mumza started. "We can't really tell what exactly is being selfish. When or how does something start to become selfish. Can we really tell people to not be selfish? At least for once? In this world, it's not as easy as it seems to figure it out. But I just wanted to add that after all that happens, the God of Chaos and Blood God followed what deep inside, they know they want. They worked for it; They fought against all odds. And so for me, that's all that matters... I had a feeling you needed to hear that."

Kristin slowly rises from the ground and smiled at the other. "I hope you and Techno could talk about what's obviously going on between you two. Come inside later okay? I might make some snacks."

Kristin started walking back to the house. Dream then quickly rose from his seat. "Wait Mu—"

His sudden movement made him light-headed and lose his balance. Kristin immediately noticed this and caught the other. But what they both thought a save became a horror— at least to Kristin who's aware of what's going on.

Around Dream's arm, the hand that Kristin accidentally used to hold him is lacking of a glove.

Dream's vision slowly blurred into nothing and with the last strength he could use, he muttered: "Would it be selfish of me to abandon everything and just stop?"

For once— after hundreds of years, the Goddess of Death is afraid of death to come.

Philza was on the backyard taking some chopped off logs inside when pig Techno went to sit by the door way. Phil smiled and put the logs down to join the other. He sat on the ground.

"Heya, mate! What's the matter?"

Techno stared at him with a soft snort. His ear flicked before the pog shifted into his human form. Without looking back at Phil, Technoblade asked

"..How do you apologize to someone?"

Philza smiled, understanding. "Dream, huh? What happened?"

"It's stupid... But it's my fault." Techno took a deep breath, thinking about the right words and how exactly does he say this. "I... talked about our travels a-and what we planned to... do next. It's—... I... I asked him— No, I.. it's about..."

Technoblade growled in frustration. Philza was being patient listening and he can't even utter a straight sentence.

Philza could see that. He understands the other's struggle and... he happens to feel like he knows what he was trying to say.

"..Is it about leaving?"

Phil doesn't know if he appreciates to be correct right now.

Techno immediately turned to the other. "W-wait it's not..." Quick, he can't upset Phil. He doesn't want to upset another one. "Yes, but we're not leaving! Not yet! No, not anytime soon at least... Well, I mean if it would be okay for you. I was just being stupid and irrational when I brought it up to Dream but frankly we're not ready yet! We don't have the supplies. We still have some things to do and... and..."

"Hey... Deep breaths, mate..." Phil talked to him in a gentle voice with a soft smile. "...I'm not forcing you to say anything you don't want. Let's breathe, okay?"

Philza carefully raised his hand on Technoblade's back to soothe him. Listening to the other's voice, Techno closed his eyes as he breathe. He soon slowly opened his eyes. Phil watched silently as the other looked afraid to tear up.

"I'm confused, Phil..." He could tell his voice broke. "I'm... I don't hate you, I don't hate Wilbur or anyone here." But the fact that Techno knows that to himself is what shook him. "Dream was never a burden... I just want him to be free and safe, together... because it's always just me and him— Me, Him, and everybody else. Then suddenly... Suddenly it became Dream, Wilbur, Philza, Kristin, Tommy... and Me"

Their world suddenly seems too big for the two of them. Techno doesn't know if it's the same for Dream but it scares him.

"...It felt like I could lose him, Phil" He whispered.

He doesn't want to lose anything they have right now...

Suddenly Techno was met with the comforting smell of Phil before he felt the arms that wrapped around him.

"Techno... I—We would not kick you out, but we also can't just hold you to stay with us." Even if I wanted to. "But please believe me... that the moment I took you two, I knew I would be attached no matter how I try to deny it. And whatever your decision in the end, you two would always have a place in here, because both of you have already been a part of us. Please remember that..."

Philza didn't hear anything but the arms that hold him back speak more meaning than anything.

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Technoblade himself can't fathom how he managed to... do those. How he managed to say all those words.

He's embarrassed... utterly embarrassed.

But... somehow Techno felt better. Although he still thinks there's something else, everything doesn't feel heavy. It no longer overwhelm him.. well at least for now.

Philza silently giggled at Technoblade whose face flushed a little and slowly shying away. But he didn't hide the grin on his face when the other caught his gaze and half-heartedly glared at him.

Giggling soon stopped and so Techno's glaring when Phil noticed the other's ear perked up. Techno turned looking to the direction of where presumably is the noise his ear picked up, before he walked in the house which Philza followed.

Phil only noticed an empty living room. With no actual reason, he walked towards the window and looked outside— exactly what Technoblade did.

There they found two people slumped on the ground.

Kristin sat on the ground, her face looking pale. In her arms— lying limp is

"Dream." He heard Techno whisper. Technoblade already went to the door when Phil managed to take in the scene they saw. As soon as he looked at Kristin's bare hand which is clenched tightly as it trembles, he felt his heart dropped then he too rushed outside.

With Techno gently taking Dream from Kristin, Philza carefully crouched in front of her wife and put the glove in her right hand. Phil caught Technoblade looked back at them. He gave the other a small nod with reassuring smile and with that, Techno made his way back in the house carrying Dream with him. Philza slowly pulled her wife up then they, too, went inside.

As soon as the old couple stepped inside the house, Kristin took a deep breath, calling her husband: "Phil I—"

"He's asleep."

Kristin paused. Her eyes traveled slowly to Techno then Dream who's placed on the couch and back at the former. "...what?" She asked.

"He's... He's asleep. What happened outside?"

Hearing the confirmation, Kristin felt like a sudden exhaustion hit her making her slumped down the opposite couch while Philza went to feel on Dream's wrist.

"Y-yeah... He is." Philza muttered. "The pulse is calm and normal." He looked at his wife as if silently telling her more then turned to Technoblade saying "Let's move him into your room."

Techno paused before responding with a slow nod and picked Dream up. Philza opened the bedroom door allowing ease for Techno to take Dream inside while Kristin followed them— a look of worry is barely hidden in her expression. Techno carefully tucked Dream in the bed. The old couple caught a fond and perhaps worried gesture from Techno who pushed the strands of Dream's hair, tucking it behind his ear. When Techno looked at them, they already have a feeling of what the other would say.

"There's something you're not telling me... What exactly happened outside?" Technoblade carefully muttered.

Kristin searched in Technoblade's eyes which let her know she can't hide nor delay the truth any longer. The genuine worry combined with the slight hint of fright making her feel guilty, but at the same time reassured her somehow that her truth would be met with an understanding.

Technoblade, in his head, despite hearing that Dream is okay can't shake off the anxiety fron how both Kristin and Phil reacted. However, he's also scared of what he could possibly hear. He doesn't want to consider them as a danger but he can't also let slide anything that could risk both his and Dream's safety.

Not now that he could say they finally found a safe space...

"Techno..." Kristin said gently. "I know you're already aware of me being the goddess of... Death."

Technoblade gulped at the mention of Kristin's identity which didn't get pass the other's attention.

"But believe me, all my life I treated that part of me as nothing but a title and my... activities as a chore." She added. "Unfortunately... I'm born as the goddess of Death. I'm born with this title... which also means I carried abilities associated with it."

Kristin jumped a little from the sudden weight on her shoulder but she quickly relaxed recognizing her husband's touch. She took a deep breath. "Techno, my touch brings death to mortals... These gloves with the right enchantment are the only thing saving others from me."

Techno tensed; his eyes unconsciously traveled to Dream's sleeping form in the bed. That... That wasn't it, right? That's not exactly what happened to Dream. That can't be, of course! He's... He's sleeping there— perfectly fine.

Or is he—

"But that wasn't it." Kristin spoke, successfully pulling Techno out of his thoughts. "You see... Having this since birth, I'm bound to mess up despite how hard I try to be careful. And it just so happen that one of my own family fell victim to this."

"Tommy... I watched Tommy collapsed in front of me from single unintentional touch. I was frozen. I was terrified. The thought of killing my own son, and living with that in all eternity would destroy me. But you met Tommy. The absolute joy I felt cannot be compared to anything— when Tommy continues breathing after lying completely limp and eventually... opened his eyes."

Philza looked at Technoblade who have been listening intently— choosing to carefully understand everything he hears. Techno's eyes lightened ever so slightly from what was just said. Philza smiled.

"Techno." Phil called gently. "Tommy is alive because as the child of Goddess of Death and Angel of Death... Tommy— and Wilbur with that, is immortal. The only way to avoid death from Kristin's touch... is when one is already an immortal in which that way, they only fell asleep for a certain amount of time."

Techno doesn't know if he's hearing things correctly or if he is getting what they are trying to imply. "..What?" Once again, his eyes glanced at Dream.

Immortal...

Realization slowly took over Techno and slowly, he looked back at Kristin.

"Are you saying..." He slowly started and before he could finish his sentence, Kristin nodded at him. Both She and Philza looked at him with some sort of sympathy.

"Tech..." Kristin muttered. "The one you said... Both of you being a teenager when an orphanage was attacked... It is a century and a half ago."

Techno let out a trembling sigh. "That... A-are you implying—"

"Tech—"

"No! We're not... We can't be—" He uttered, breathless "B-but how?! We're just some runaway... orphans."

"We had suspicion." Philza spoke. "Although we didn't like it to be this way, this fully confirms what we thought."

"And I don't want to do the same to you but since you've been together all this time... This also means you are the same..." Kristin added.

That's...

That's too much.

That's too... unbelievable, borderline ridiculous.

If everything... everything they said were true and both him and Dream are in fact... immortals

Then all this time...

all this time...

"They knew."

"Who are they?"

Technoblade flinched, meeting Phil and Kristin's curious and concerned gaze. He looked to the side; he can't seem to bare staring back at them.

"I— um... Can we... Can we please not talk about it? This?" He carefully muttered. "At least... at least for now, I want Dream to be awake for this..." He mentally cringed at what he's practically showing to them.

coward

Although still concerned the other two smiled gently. "It's alright." Phil spoke. "It could wait and you don't have to worry, Dream is okay. His sleep depends on how long his body could replace the energy Kristin had taken. She can't exactly control that so we just have to wait for Dream to wake up. But it could also be just for a day."

Technoblade seemed to perk up at some point in Philza's short rambling.

"Wait... take? his energy was taken?" Techno asked.

"Well... Might as well call it drained" Phil grinned and giggled nervously.

"Oh shit."

Philza reassured Techno that with enough rest, Dream should be able to gain the energy he lost and everything would be fine.

But it turns out, that's not what Techno meant.

The moment Dream woke up from his slumber pretty much gave Phil an idea. Technoblade was a little too late to tell him what exactly it is though for staying up as late as he could trying to make sure to be the first one to see Dream awake, only to fall asleep by the edge of the bed and completely missed Dream waking up.

Now, Philza— actually even Kristin, has to deal with an ironically hyper, and dare he say, clingy Dream. The man can't seem to bare to be more than five feet away from them. Phil would take a couple of steps away only to feel a tug, then he'll look to see a young adult clutching the sleeve of his robe like a lost kid. Though the said guy seems to be distracted by something else.

The troubled and anxious state of everyone dissipated since then and Phil sighed, because even when Techno has woken up, he can't do anything as Dream seems to be avoiding the other.

He honestly feels bad for the pig hybrid.

With one last sigh, he shifted his gaze from dejected looking Techno to Dream who's beside Tommy watching Kristin prepare today's snack (cookies as per Dream's persistent request against Tommy's cupcake request).

"Stop acting like a fucking kid and get out of the kitchen!" Tommy spoke. "You're disturbing Mumza!"

"YOU are the kid here." Dream responded.

"And yet I'm way manlier than you and Bigman Tommy does not disturb his parents when they're working."

Philza mentally disagreed.

"Bigman Tommy is jealous tho."

"!!— AM NOT!"

A smirk slowly formed on Dream's face and simply tugged on Philza's sleeve. Phil, who was half mentally absent that moment, looked at Dream with a soft questioning look.

Bigman Tommy is not happy. But he's also not jealous!

"YOU..." Tommy sneared. "—are annoying. You woke up and act like... this, yet you ignore Technoblade! What if someone— no, I steal him away from you!?" He huffed, proudly crossing his arms. "Yeah. Right, he will be my best buddy. Sparring buddy!"

The young avian grinned waiting for whatever the other would quip as usual only for his grin to drop, realizing the other is not saying anything. Even Kristin paused to look at Dream. He is avoiding everyone's gaze and Philza could feel him fidgeting on his sleeve. Phil looked up and caught Techno also looking at Dream with curiosity... perhaps hope? He's not sure but Techno immediately looked away with a flick of his ear the moment he noticed Phil. Kristin caught it too and with a soft smile, she spoke.

"Well, I can't help but notice it too. Why aren't you with Techno like you usually do? It seems like you've given pretty much everyone— even the crows, a hug but I didn't see you give Techno one?" She teased.

Dream glanced at her and looked away immediately, looking guilty.

"I— Techno is... um. Techno is not..." Dream bites his lip, still fidgeting on Phil's sleeve while thinking of the words to say. "Techno is not... What's the word?.."

"Available?"

"Huggable?"

"Techno is not your best friend anymore?!"

"—NO! I... Sorry, mind's fuzzy. I'll think later."

Dream stood and about to leave when some of the crows came flapping around him, squawking, and pecking at him.

"H-HEY! what are you—"

go hug Techno you bastard!

you're being a meanie!

look at him! He's sad, dude

i'll peck your eyes out if you don't give the man some love

i'll be fighting for rivals duo and dnb for the rest of my life!

Of course Dream can't understand them but he kinda gets what they're trying to say. So the moment Philza and Kristin calmed the crows, he marched away. That's when Techno noticed someone standing in front of him. He looked up and saw Dream with hands on his hips and glare on his face, but a noticeable flush coloring his ears and cheeks.

"Hug me!" Dream demanded a little too harsh to mask what he's feeling. But all his facade dropped with how quick Technoblade stood to wrap his arms around Dream's waist and tuck his face in the crook of his neck. He felt a trembling sigh from Techno before he, too, is melting in the hug.

They don't know how long was the hug but soon, Techno jolted remembering there are still 3 other people who could see them. His face heat up seeing Mumza giggle, with Phil and Tommy smirking.

"He did all the effort of ignoring Techno, yet he looks like the one who needed Techno's hug the most." Tommy commented.

Philza chuckled before he spoke. "I'm assuming getting his energy drained, causes him to act like this?"

"Yeah... Usually when he's low in energy he could use those remaining energy to shift into blob. In that small body, he would be able to regain his energy faster. But since he's totally drained of energy, he can't shift and so his body reacted in this weird way of giving him like a... blob mind while in human form."

"What? Is the blob Dream different from human Dream?"

"No. It's still the same Dream you know. Only, in blob form he's more susceptible to his impulses." Techno sighed, holding Dream closer. "This happened multiple times before only this time we had a... small fight."

"Well, you guys are good now tho, right? Wait... Is he alseep?"

Technoblade looked at Dream whose face on his chest and is really asleep. He chuckled a little. "Yeah and when he wakes up again, he should have a clearer mind."

Techno hoist Dream to carry him on his back. "I'm gonna go put him in bed."

"You sleep too, Techno." Philza spoke. "I know you're tired worrying about him since yesterday."

"...okay."

On his way to their room, the arms dangling by his shoulder suddenly tighten into a hug, putting Techno into a stop.

" 'm not mad..." Dream whispered, his face buried on his back. "not for long a'least... 'm embarrassed to get close... 'm sorry, Tech..."

Techno felt Dream hug him a little tighter and like the softest blow of breeze, Dream whispered once again. "Missed you..."

Prime... He hates it when they fight.

"We're literally in the same house..." He whispered back despite knowing the other has gone back to sleep. "but I missed you too... Sleep well, nerd."

And for once in forever, the crows all decided to keep quiet just about this one thing and let those whispers dissolve in the warmth of the day.

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"... It's a promise."

"We'll find you a family where you belong..."

"No need to be scared anymore."

...

"You see... It just happened that a man came here and liked little Sunny..."

"Is it because of her wings?"

"Who knows?"

...

"I disposed of it, so I need a new one. I don't even care what kind anymore."

...

"I'll wait for Techno..."

"Darling, you know how long Techno's study takes."

...

"THIS KID TRIED TO BUTCHER EVERYTHING!"

"HOW STUPID CAN YOU ALL BE TO LET THIS KID SNEAK PASS YOU?!"

...

"Get rid of it. It's useless, not even a hybrid unlike his companion."

...

"Say, Dreamie... Darling... Would you like to meet your new family?"

...

"DREAM!"

"T-TECHNO!!"

...

"...hey"

"...hey, are you alright?"

He slowly opened his eyes and felt a nudge on the side of his head. With a sniffle, he looked up and saw a giant Techno

Wait, no... He's just currently a blob.

He got up and shifted to human rubbing his eyes.

"A nightmare?" Techno spoke again.

Dream went to gently embrace the other around the torso before responding with a subtle nod and hum. Techno, with understanding, hugged the other back and started running his hand gently on Dream's hair.

"Brain still fuzzy?" He asked.

"...not anymore." Dream whispered.

Technoblade hummed. "Doesn't seem like it tho. Are you—"

"Say..." The other interrupted. "How long have we been running?"

Techno flinched. They've been running... ever since.

Since...

"...Since forever." He found himself muttering.

Dream didn't say anything further and witg a tighter embrace, bith of them thought... For how much longer?

"They're surely sleeping, huh..."

Philza hummed at his wife who's smile directed at the room occupied by Techno and Dream. "Well..." He took a sip on his cup. "Trying to avoid each other for a day definitely takes a toll at both of them. And Dream would be sleeping his energy back, so Techno would probably wait for the other to wake up before going out."

At the mention of Dream, Phil noticed Kristin faltered.

"Dream is fine, Techno said so." He tried to reassure.

"Ah... No." Kristin responded.

Philza blinked, confused... And perhaps, a little concerned. What does she mean by No? He waited and stared at the uncharacteristically fidgeting Kristin to elaborate. But she took her time seemingly thinking of her words.

This is concerning... His usually cheerful and assertive wife is flustered?

WHY DOES PHIL FIND THAT CUTE?! Fucking Prime HELP HIM!!

Philza had to put his hand on his face and look away because he knows from how warm his face feels that he's fucking red! Why is he red?!

"You see..." Kristin started. "When the two finally make up, they looked so soft in their hug and it made me feel happy. But then I realized I WAS NOT ABLE TO CAPTURE IT!"

Huh? Philza froze.

"IT'S SAD, PHIL!"

And now Philza is somehow disappointed... It was a cute moment, yeah! But— Kristin...

"And by the way, Wilbur hasn't come home yet." Kristin muttered.

The other perked. "Yeah, and now that you mentioned him, I need to ask him about whatever he's doing."

"What do you mean?"

"You know a bored Wilbur, hun."

"...Do you think he has something to do with Tech and Dream's fight?"

"Well... somehow I think. Based on what I've put together."

Kristin sighed.

For the rest of the day, the household was unusually quiet. Although, maybe it wasn't that bad. Since the two shapeshifters came, a lot of things have happened and changed. It's almost like everything has happened so fast, and considering the recent one, the silence is totally needed and appreciated.

Philza went to the backyard tending to their pets. Kristin went out for a short visit to the void saying Lord Void is getting cranky without his daughter. Until now— in centuries of Philza and Kristin's marriage, Lord Void is still a little stern and strict towards Philza and the marriage, believing it damages Kristin's godhood and duty. Kristin tho annoyed at first, learned to be unbothered by this but much to her annoyance, Lord Void is somehow a great grandfather— doting. He would take a physical form (which he never ever do) to try to spend time with them, particularly on Wilbur— eyeing him as a successor of the void. But Kristin won't let that happen.

Tommy on the other hand is trying to practice swings with his sword alone at this time of the day. He's glad that Techno and Dream made up. Perhaps Dream would join coaching him and maybe they could get to spar. Tommy is looking forward to it.

And until the end of the day, the room of both shapeshifters remained closed.

The next day, someone who's been gone for a few chapters days has finally stepped in the Minecraft property. Wilbur appeared at their front yard gently transported by a smoke-like gust of wind. Said wind fade out in the air with a little clinging on Wilbur's shoulders which he shrugged and pat away as he approached their home.

Opening the door, he was met by an eerie silenced and a... perfectly placed chair in the center of the empty living room, with a familiar white odd shaped object on it.

Wilbur doesn't want to say it but he lowkey feels chills.

He was about to enter all the way in when said white object slowly turned and what the FUCK IS THAT SMILE?!!

THIS IS CURSED! THIS BLOB IS—

"DREAM!" Wilbur shouted. "What do you think you're doing?!"

The blob responded with a chittering which slowly turned into a giggle as Dream shifts into his human form. In the corner, Wilbur also heard a snort which came from pig Technoblade who waddles towards Dream.

"What did you two find amusing to that?" Wilbur intoned.

"Oh nothing... Sorry" Dream chuckled. "Don't mind us. But you need to be mindful tho."

"What again..."

"They have been looking for you"

Dream pointed somewhere behind Wilbur but before Wil could turn around a hit came on his head making him flinch.

Mumza and Dadza are behind him with Phil holding a wooden ladle— that's probably what hit him in the head, and Tommy who went straight inside.

"Wilbur" Kristin spoke with her arms crossed.

"G-greetings, Mumza... Dadza..."

"Where in the Prime have you went?! You just disappeared! You told no one! You bribed the chat not to tell us— how did you even—! Did you even eat anything?! Did you sleep? Did you shower? Did you— I COULD SENSE THE VOID WITH YOU!"

Wilbur flinched at the last part and looked at his dad for a silent cry for help even though he knows that won't happen. Especially the void was mentioned and now Phil is tense.

"Okay. Mum, Dad... I'll explain okay? But first can I please take a decent shower and maybe some snacks?"

Kristin huffed. "Okay. But your not getting out of this one, young man. Especially, with that lingering aura of the void with you."

"Y-yes ma'am."

As Wilbur made his way to the bathroom, he passed by his avian little brother who was shaking with silent laughs looking at what looks like a device.

Sensing the stare, Tommy turned to Wilbur with a smirk. "Everything was recorded by the way..."

"You son of a—

Wilbur attempted to make a chase after the smug chicken but decided not to as he's not willing to get in more trouble in the eyes of both Mumza and Phil. He has more important things to do and so for now he let Tommy get away with this and took his well-deserved shower.

Right when he was done, dinner is ready lucky for him to have a full stomach before getting interrogated by the Goddess of Death that just so happen to be his mother.

Grandpa, help me with mom...

Unfortunately poor Wilbur, if there's a time perfect to have a family talk, it's during a meal so...

"How was your day, dear Wilbur?" Mumza started.

Wilbur didn't even get the chance to chew his food, he gulped.

"G-good... Ha ha. I had a nice walk..."

"It sure is a long walk." Phil remarked

"Hey, you just missed Dream acting like a dumbass because he had an argument with Techno. Did you know that?" Tommy spoke.

The two mentioned flinched with Dream glaring at Tommy and Techno lowering his head to his food while his left ear twitch.

"Wa— No way!" Wilbur exclaimed looking at the two. "YOU GUYS HAD A LOVE QUARREL?!"

Both Phil and Tommy choked, while Techno and Dream looked a bit flustered.

"You really have to jump on that—"

"YOU CAUSED THIS?!" Tommy screamed.

"Fuck off, Tommy. You know I was not here."

"THEN WHAT WAS THAT?!"

"WHAT WAS WHAT?!"

"THAT!" Tommy emphasized. "That one time I caught you smiling— cynical, sinister, alone and then you took Dream away and the next thing I knew they're avoiding each other!"

"I see... So Phil wasn't the only one." Kristin commented.

"To be fair, I put it all together based on Tommy's observation as well."

Though Wilbur wanted to retort that his father suspected him first, he laughed. "SO IT WAS A LOVER'S QUARREL."

"Lov— did you really set this up, Wilbur?" Mumza asked.

"You bast—"

Calming down his short fit, Wilbur looked at the confused but lowkey upset shapeshifters and he asked.

"I'm— pfft— sorry..." Sure, Wilbur... Laugh a little more.

"Okay.. whew" He breathed out and clearer this time, he asked. "Sorry to ask it this late, but

you guys are lovers, right?"

Dream and Techno flinched and everyone else paused, staring at them. Technoblade can't seem to stop the little flicks of his ear and Dream started fidgeting on his spoon.

The windows are now full of crows watching...

They can't look at anywhere without seeing someone watching them. With all the silence and all the stares, where both seeking for something beyond this...

Their eyes met

But as fast as it did, they both looked away.

Dream looked nowhere else but the floor.

Techno has his hand on his lower face, trusting his hair to hide the rest.

The Minecrafts gaped.

And together with the crows...

"WHAAAAT?!"

It was so loud, Techno already felt a headache coming. Unfortunately, that was only the start.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!"

"I-I forgot my camera..."

"Lewd... LEWD!!!"

"What is happening?!!"

oooh they're flustered... THEY'RE FLUSTERED!

the ship is sailing!

sailed! motherfucker, SAILED!!

that was just a stare!

yeah and they cuddled...

in THE SAME bed...

HALF NAKED!

oh I remembered tommy...

Technoblade winced at all the noise and was about to cover his ear, thankfully Kristin was quick to notice and calmed everyone down and herself.

"We're sorry, Techno..." She stated.

Techno nodded with a hum.

Wilbur cleared his throat. "Seriously tho... Did I make the wrong call? Are you guys... Not a thing?"

"...We don't know what you mean." Dream muttered.

"Stop lying!"

"No, seriously we—"

"Wait, so you're plan isn't to make Techno jealous but— assuming they're a couple, to try to break them up?!" Phil interjected.

"...maybe."

"Wilbur, that's atrocious!"

"Oh no, Wil" Mumza mumbled.

"You scum." Tommy added.

"Hey! I wasn't going to be... serious about it."

"You can't separate us."

Once again, the family froze and turned to Dream who has a neutral face but anyone could feel the determination underneath his expression and words.

"You can't separate us." Dream repeated, though that probably isn't the same thing as what the Minecrafts meant... "It's always been me and Techno. We've already went through so much."

Techno, now that Dream is focused to the others, took the moment to stare at Dream. The seriousness and genuity with every words the other have spoken made Techno... perhaps... admire him even more. There's no doubt since they were kids, Dream is such an admirable person. Someone Techno wish he could be. He thought he would be envy and hate him but turns out he gravitated to Dream even more.

It's warm...

He got out of his thought when he felt a hand hold his and he heard Dream speak again.

"It would take way more than whatever you could do to take us from each other..." Dream held his hand tighter. "We won't let you."

Really... it's warm.

Techno held him back making Dream flinch as if unaware he held first.

Their eyes met once again and this time, Techno gave a tiny smile. Dream, with a slight tint on his face, was the only one who looked away.

"Heard that, Wil?" Kristin mumbled, a fond smile visible on her face.

Admittedly, Wilbur can't stop himself from smiling.

He sighed. "Okay then, what was the fight about?"

"...Not about love?" Dream muttered.

"Obviously dumbass! We're asking specifically!"

"Fuck you, Tommy."

"Aren't we supposed to be asking where Wilbur went?" Techno, for the first time in this evening, spoke.

"WAAAH!" Tommy screamed at Wil. "You fucking mastermind, you distracted us!"

Nice dodge, Technoblade.

Wilbur sighed. He was even planning to enjoy this silly mood for a little longer...

"...but I guess there's no more dragging this longer." He mumbled.

Wilbur dug in his pockets, pulling out a folded paper— a newspaper?, which he opened and put at the center of the table, followed by two more smaller paper, posters.

It took a little while for them to look at it, but the moment it was recognized.

Dream and Techno paled.

At the same time that happens in the Minecrafts, an orphanage was ready to close all its lights and kiss the children goodnights, except with the slightly opened door, Fundy stared concerned at Bad pacing in his office.

There's an untouched large book that lay opened on the floor. Is he looking for something?

Chapter Text

For both Techno and Dream, they honestly don't care if they actually find a family for them. It's not exactly a family they want. That's what they both agree with. The adults in this orphanage once told them it's their family that put them there in the first place.

They just want to be with the people that make them happy. That's it.

This place— the orphanage, doesn't feel like it. They both felt like that for a long time. Perhaps it started when Techno noticed that the same couple of people keep coming back to adopt. Or when Dream pointed out how their big sis or brothers don't exactly look thrilled to be adopted. No. Once the younger ones aren't looking, they all looked terrified.

They didn't have to worry about that as the horror soon revealed itself.

The adults told them it's necessary, now that they're older. The families that would adopt them are expecting them to be strong enough.

Strong enough?

To train until their knees buckle? To exhaust themselves until they collapse? Be strong enough?!

But it's okay. It's okay... Dream and Techno are still together.

How foolish. Of course even that could end too. It happened too fast for Dream that time. Both of them were too tired, too hungry to move, but the adults want them to continue. Techno is worrying him. They tried again, but Techno dropped in front of him. Dream was terrified. What happened next was probably the actual start of it all.

Techno lunged at him with a force he didn't know is still there. What he saw didn't look like his friend. Tusks and fangs grew in Techno's mouth, his eyes were all white and his voice all sounded like a growl. Dream got injured before passing out, the next thing he knew, Techno was given a special education as the adults say while he continued the usual.

Because they said, 'Unlike you, Dream darling... Techno is special.'

It took a lot of bruises and broken bones before they finally learned the actual truth. This orphanage is a black market and Techno— a shapeshifter, is a rare, valued item. While Dream...

is about to be disposed.

They can't. They can't do this. They were doing so good following all their commands! They shouldn't do this.

But no, they will. Of course, they'll fucking do what they want! They're protected and covered by a powerful mage! They're just kids!

Yet they tried. Prime, they tried! But that was where Techno witnessed what he thought the end of everything for him... A curse that was supposed to be for him rendered Dream motionless on the ground before him. He remembered feeling the warmth of his best friend's body slowly get colder.

The next he knew is the terrifying amount of blood on his body and arms, and the countless bodies surrounding them. However, it wasn't the end of it. They were still there... The mage is still there...

It's something they should've done before... Techno picked his best friend's limp body... And ran.

He ran... and ran... and ran...

And right now, as both Dream and Techno stared at the things Wilbur has placed on the table, the papers— missing posters of young Dream and Techno made by the people who seems until now won't leave them alone; only one thing they both know too well could be done...

Run.

Things were knocked off, the crows flew away, startled and panicking, and the door flung open.

The family, for a moment, were all too shocked to make a move before they finally follow the two.

Fuck it... FUCK IT!

Techno and Dream will never get a rest. This will forever be their life the moment they escaped that place!

Techno is a fool.

Dream is a fool.

They lowered their guard just because something feels nice.

They stopped running thinking this wouldn't be that bad.

They stayed because they thought... They thought...

This is it...

They thought they found it.

Alas, here they are running again. But this time... it hurt.

______

Fuck...

FUCK!

"Wilbur, what the fuck!" Tommy exclaimed while running beside Wilbur.

"Where did you get those, Wil?" Philza asked following the two as he look around.

"Is this connected to why you went to the void?" Kristin added.

"This isn't exactly what I expected." Wilbur hissed looking up to see if the crows have to say something.

"No shit, dumbass! We don't know exactly where they came from and here you are, pulling out papers— basically digging their past!"

"Tommy, shut the fuck up and let's find them. This could be done better if everyone could just listen first before acting up." He grumbled.

"You'll explain later... everything." Kristin said before vanishing with a dark gust of wind.

Philza went left without saying anything.

"Yeah, you fucked up."

"Tommy, I swear to Prime..."

"Yeah, I know!" Tommy quickens his steps to walk before Wilbur. "Focus on catching them right? We literally have a murder of crows with us... We can find them in no time." Tommy reassured, but to Wilbur it sounded like

"...Are you worrie—"

"YOU THINK?!" Tommy stopped himself as soon as he talked. He took a deep breath. "I— those two still haven't completed what they promised me... So... I'm not letting them run away."

"I'm sorry. I didn't really have the best startegy or timing there. I just... It's— look, It will be okay, Tommy. I promise."

"Wh-why are you apologizing to me idiot?! It's— you literally triggered Techno and Dream's PTSD or.. or whatever."

"I'll apologize to them once we find them, Tommy," Wilbur stopped suddenly making the younger look back at him. "But right now, you look really upset... You're about to cry, man." Wil can't help but smile a little at the noticeable flush on his brother's face right after he said that.

"F-Fuck you!" Tommy exclaimed which coincidentally followed by some crows squawk.

Both of them looked at the direction of the sound and rushed towards it in a dense forest.

"It's just that..." Tommy continued with a sniff. "I know our family isn't exactly common. Hell, it's not even exactly as what I hear from people! We're literally slow-aging, fucking immortals! We could burn with the world but watch it slowly devour everything until it's just us! That's also why I've accepted we would eventually drift apart— it already started!"

He paused panting and sniffling. His vision turned blurry but he continued rushing forward while Wilbur silently followed behind.

"I thought I was contented with that, but when one of the crows told us about them— and Dad, even as just a supposed pets, I felt... to have an actual reason to go home, I felt excited. And turns out mom is already here. It became so great! They..." His voice quited down. "They basically pulled us all together... Finally felt like this long boring life has some meaning or some shit!"

"So..." Tommy took a breath and sniffled. "So if they just... If they could just STOP BEING SO DIFFICULT AND FUCKING COME OUT!" Tommy screamed, stopping in his tracks.

Wilbur was able to catch up, panting before a rustle came out from the tree and a loud thud followed after.

Both Tommy and Wilbur stared at a flabbergasted Dream, laying on the bush and panting with a pig Techno on his chest.

"Wh-why, why are you crying you—" Dream glared not bothering to move from his position. "Y-You... child!"

Tommy flinched then quickly wiped his face. "Fuck you! You're literally the one crying with your snot-stained face!"

Dream touched his face when wings flapped and Philza came down running straight at them.

"Dream! Techno!" Phil crouched giving Dream with now human Techno, a hug. "Why would you— Please... Let's all go home."

Kristin, then made herself known with a touch on Wil and Tommy's shoulder. Three of them stared at the quiet two with Phil and before Techno or Dream could respond, Wil took it to say,

"No, before that... Let me..." He took a deep breath. "Techno, Dream, let me apologize and explain to you..."

"Whatever you thought I was going to do with missing posters and news paper isn't what you think it is. I dug up your past and I'm sorry. But I don't regret it, still listen..." Wilbur looked at his mom. "Grandpa has been talking to me and he's been telling me things. It does help me out sometimesand one of them is the visit of supposed 'cursed marionettes'. I don't usually take him seriously but some of the things he's saying are getting close to what I'm noticing to you— Tech, Dream... So I finally went to grandpa myself and ask him to just stop being cryptic."

"I went to the orphanage— uncle Bad's, digging in the old files and I found those."

"What?"

"Bad?!"

"I don't know how he got those," Wilbur continued. "I just wanted to see it clear and have some evidence.... Dream, Techno, what you and those other kids have experienced shouldn't have happened in the first place... But you can stop running now. Those people are no longer here."

"Mortality. You would see in the news paper how long has it been and for reassurance, grandpa did confirmed how those people are already gone. The mage was never found but I doubt they will be searching knowing they have no one to work for that connects back to you two. And yes, like us, you two have been living for centuries now."

"B-but the black market—"

"Are gone. They're gone now. Bad has a lot connections to other orphanages, if they ever try to start one again... We can stop them." Wilbur started walking towards them and stood a few feet in front before stretching both his arms, forward. "Would you come home now... with us?"

The two shapeshifters may deny it as much as they want, but when tears started rolling uncontrollably down their face, they're grateful the Minecrafts didn't say anything and just let them.

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No one has a clue how late it is in the night when they all came back home. They were all so tired that the next day, Tommy, Wilbur, Techno and Dream woke up in the living room— with Philza sluggishly stirring his cup.

They all slowly do their things— still fully aware that some things are still needed to be discuss. It was perhaps midday when they thought they're all ready, but Kristin is no where to be seen.

"Your majesty..." Bad bowed down seeing Kristin in his orphanage with no one else.

"Let's cut this short... About Techno and Dream..." Kristin stated.

"And about your son— Wilbur."

"Gave you a heart attack, huh?"

"Truly your son. And of course... About those two..."

"Bad... You've been my loyal servant and a friend since I was young. And I know you never told me everything of what you've done or where you came from, and I didn't pry more... You're dear to my heart..." The Goddess of death took a deep breath. "But so are those two... Whatever you have to those two, I can't let you hurt them."

"No, your majesty," Bad let out a small, exhausted smile. "I don't know how much more, but I regret that past. A lot of things happened and I made it my mission to erase, every. single. market. I will not hurt them, Kristin. I understand if you want to distance for some tim—"

"Swear it." Kristin stated, removing the glove on her right hand and pointed on Bad's chest right on his heart. "Give me your truth."

"It's a vow, Kristin."

"And the curse?" Kristin added, not pulling down her arm.

"Curse?"

"Dream's curse on becoming a cute blob involuntarily!"

"That... was supposed to kill him."

Kristin can't help but flinched at the reveal.

"It seems it just unlocked whatever he already had." Bad added. "Given perhaps by the Gods who blessed them? If I'm right, I could say those two are protected."

Upon hearing the words, there's a vague image of two old gods that appeared at the back of Kristin's mind.

She pulled her arm back and put on the glove. "I trust you, Bad." She smiled.

Bad smiled back. "Take care of them."

Kristin huffed. "They're not kids, Bad."

Bad shook his head fondly. You still kind of treat them— including your sons, like one.

Kristin went back home to finally have a talk and settle things properly.

"Are we... really free now?" Techno asked.

"Yes. You don't have to run anymore." Kristin stated. "...You two could stay with us."

The silence that followed felt like it stretched to forever. Both Dream and Techno are still struggling with this. It's hard to get rid of what they get used to. They were so used to abandoning what they want to continue running away and hide. A lot of doubts would run in their minds and what if scenarios that they don't think ever helped as appealing as it sounds in planning.

Whatever path they choose will be their new life now.

It may be hard to turn back.

Whatever they do could be their new hell depending on what could happen.

Techno felt Dream hold his hand.

I will always stay by your side.

He held him back.

And I will be with you wherever you want.

They've always knew what they want.

_____

BONUS:

It's been a while since Techno and Dream started their new lives.

Their life that no longer just the two of them, then everybody else.

Staying with the Minecrafts always felt as natural as the cycle of sun and moon— and that already felt sappy to say.

What's opposite of that is the headache that Wilbur is feeling now that he could simply watch and observe the fucking dumbasses (not including Tommy)— Techno and Dream.

Prime, these two are hopeless!!!

They're currently in the main village again and literally doing whatever they want when Wilbur heard Techno ask Mumza,

"How... How do you know exactly it's Phil that you want?"

And oh... Of course Wilbur's excited because finally! right? And with his clever mom? Hell yeah! Finally!

Mumza giggled and said something before she pointed on a certain direction and said,

"What do you think about them?"

At that direction is Dream probably talking about weapons or gems to a woman who Wilbur could tell gives no shit about all that but pretends to be interested because a cute guy is talking.

Mumza chuckled once again noticing the jerks of Techno's ear as he stare at the two.
"Maybe it's the spark? Perhaps it's—" she stopped, seeing Techno have gone from just beside her to where Dream is— perfectly placing himself between the woman and Dream.

Wilbur groaned and Kristin just laughs.

"Let them figure it out on their own pace darling."

"Sloths are literally faster than this pace."

_____

They were walking back home now. Dream and Techno walks a little behind. When everyone's almost gone inside. Dream halts and faced Techno making the other paused.

"Um... About earlier... I got carried away with a bunch of stuffs I practically ignored you all through that time. I'm sorry."

"Nerd, that's fine I—"

Techno forgot what he was about to say leaving his mouth slightly open when he just felt lips on his cheek just now. He stared at Dream unable to speak.

"T-Thank you for coming that time. I could tell the girl wasn't listening to me. At-At least I got to rant the rest of it to you... that actually listens." Dream fidgets. "I-I... I need to help mumza cook now. I-asked-to-help-and-I'm-not-even-there. Okay, bye!" Dream added quickly before running inside and shutting the door.

Techno stood motionless outside.

"HEH?!

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I've been wanting to showcase this to you guys since it was sent to me— THE FIRST EVER FANFICTION ART I RECEIVED!!!

LOOK AT IT! LOOK AT IT! PRAISE IT! WORSHIP IT! AAAAAAAAAHH! I FINALLY GOT TO SHOW IT TO EVERYONE!

IT'S MADE BY USER no1ķnøwßMə
(>///<)∘˚˳°♡ (I believe they also have an ao3 account but how do I tag accounts here? Can anyone tell me?ಥ‿ಥ)

It's been soooooo long since they sent this to me and I have it treasured inside my gallery for soooo long
(╥﹏╥) It took me so long before figuring out how to do this (I even made a Tumblr just so I could post arts) and it's really embarrassing...

SO YOU BETTER STARE AT IT TILL IT MELTS!

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And here's another one made by me...

I saw it in a community post in YT and I was like— that's me for blob Dream and pig Techno...

wait...

THAT COULD BE PHIL FOR BLOB DREAM AND TECHNO!

And so I started to draw!

And that's it for this chapter! See you guys on the next fanfiction I might post ( ꈍᴗꈍ)