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Dream huffed a sigh. Having resorted to staring at the clock tick by tick to ensure he was awake for the event, his eyes were growing far too weary for his own liking. He sat on the cold, hard, obsidian floor, purple dripping from the crying obsidian placed to prevent a Nether escape.
He knew the plan. He knew the plan. But he couldn't help but also wait for the comforting arms of Techno. Not just Techno... no. Techno as in his boyfriend, his soulmate, his lover. His Techno. He waits excitedly as more ticks go by, his happiness and anticipation growing stronger at the thought of finding safety in the wonderful hiding spot pressed against his pig's chest. Stuck in the safe warmth that he so desperately craved.
He got swept in a far-away daze dreaming about it. Being in the near-stupor, Dream could just about feel and see everything about Techno as if the man was standing there already. He could imagine the pink and rather long strings of hair, the pezzottaite strands always skillfully twisted into a plaque that fell down along his spine. He could imagine thoughtful, zircon-shaded eyes staring directly into his own tourmaline ones. They were fire opals, red jasper, agate, spinel, yet they were prettier than all of the gems combined.
It was such a sad commodity that Dream had been put into prison so quickly. Such a pain that Techno had been away when it happened. Ridiculously awful that the whole server had turned on him when his lover had gone on a mission for once in forever.
When had they started dating again?...
Right. It was just a while before Doomsday for L'manberg. The final one. They had started dating, and they somehow continued all through Dream's cell-life. They stayed desperately in hope of his escape to gain each other's presence again. And they both knew it. Once they were back together, nothing would separate them. Nothing at all. Ever again.
He let out a loud breath, and the clock wound over to eleven. "Techno, Wilbur, confusion, Phil, power, chaos, break, nukes, obsidian, Sam... and one more hour."
He had been naming off one thing for every strike of a new hour, the list of important factors in his life ever increasing. This would be his final one. This will be the last, damned hour he stays in the stone-cold prison cell. Although he was safe, he couldn't be free. He had no power, nothing essentially besides time on end to waste away. He began counting the ticks for the final hour.
He only had a bit more time in comparison to how long he'd been in the cell. He only had a bit more time until his grandiose escape...
Technoblade shoved Wilbur forward, growling for him to go faster. With less than an hour remaining, they had limited time for this prison break. Phil diverted paths from the two boys, as he had a much different job to prepare for.
The other pair headed towards the entrance of the prison. Techno had an appointed visit loaned for Dream, and he would be hiding Wilbur to bring items. After Wilbur assimilated his invisibility potion, Techno walked up to the prison gate.
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Sneaking Wilbur underneath Techno's cape and into the cell was the easy part... the hard part was when Wilbur had to watch the other two be friendly. But in a much different way.
"What the fuck?" Wilbur muttered loud enough for both Techno and Dream to hear as the latter collapsed into the anarchist's comforting grasp. "I didn't realize you two were an item."
He said it with his words wrapped up in venom, the enveloping as comfortable as the other boys' hug. When the two men don't separate at Wilbur's words, he clears his throat. Loudly. "Ahe-he-hem. You know you can have your time to be lovey-dovey when we aren't on a time crunch."
Dream was the one who responded, "We still have seven minutes in this hellhole. Shut up, Wilbur."
Wilbur could only grimace as he watched Techno smirk, yet they still pulled apart. He almost sighed in relief until they pressed their mouths together instead of hugging. Wilbur stage-gagged and rightfully turned away to give them their "privacy."
Many thoughts raced through his head, such as Remind me why I agreed to be the one to come inside the prison cell?
His mock-jealousy of Phil's position only heightened as minutes passed and the two barely split apart even for a moment.
Hadn't Techno visited before this? They've had time besides this very moment for god's sake.
Luckily, when time struck a minute 'till the escape, they parted, and Wilbur pinched the bridge of his nose. He was just happy for the strained amount of time to have stopped the nonsense he had to put up with. Techno and Dream hastily took the things they needed from Wilbur's backpack that had been wonderfully snuck in.
They were all ready and suited up as they heard it. A loud, ear-splitting boom echoed out. It was easily audible from inside the cell, and the three braced themselves for the collision of bricks and hard obsidian to start shattering down onto them.
Techno covered the frail figure of Dream with his cape, ensuring his, ah-boyfriend's?-protection. Wilbur muttered a sarcastic, bitter thanks to Techno for watching out for all three of them and not just the one. Still, at the same time, he was laughing to himself since Techno wasn't even guarding his own skin.
Soon enough, the room began to shake, and they could see the lava being blown away from the crumbling cell. The prison cell was quickly blown into shambles, with a soupcon of motion-whiplash onto the three figures from the heavy impact. The two visible men ducked down simultaneously, covering their heads. As soon as the dust and little shards of obsidian settled onto what remained of the deteriorating floor, the three gained a standing stance.
Glancing upwards, Wilbur found Phil with his feathery wings spread high and flapping at the top of the wreckage. He was surrounded by dust and rubble clouds, yet they matched his bright surroundings. The sun was a vivid illumination, overwhelmingly bright as it appeared to perch on the father-figure's shoulders. Phil looked like an angel with devil-colored wings, with the sun itself as his halo. The flying man briskly spotted the trio and made his way down. As soon as he landed, he nodded. Techno had to pull away from Dream, and he did so reluctantly. He left Dream with Wilbur, as the two needed to take their leave and do so quickly.
Wilbur grasped Dream's wrist since he knew Techno would obviously be bothered if Wilbur took Dream's hand instead. The two fleeing drained their individual invisibility potions and took off their armor.
The escape was halfway done.