This Website’s Easy Watch. *dangles A Bunch Of Greek Gods Like Keys*

wanna play god?

(for @/sufferfunseeker's dtiys on twt!)

I have feelings, and it is very specific ok?

Haha, basically after the last post I just need to see them travelling together >.< you know like the tcg card or end card.

I drew Dream as C.irce

White haired ver below

Freedom? - Chapter 8

TW: panic attack, torture mention, derealisation

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8 <- You are here

Dream was frozen. Not just from the temperature outside, or the biting wind, or the falling snow. He was frozen in motion after hearing a very familiar voice.

“We know you broke him out, Technoblade.”

Sam.

And wherever Sam was, Quackity couldn’t be far.

Some of the dogs were still around him, others had scattered while he was laying unconsciously on the bench. Quickly he grabbed the iron bucket, so there was no possibility for the dogs to alert them about Dream’s existence. Some of the animals seemed to notice his distress and poked their wet noses into his thigh.

Dream stood in the middle of the open enclosure, feeling like his legs were frozen to the cold ground, heavy limbs unable to move. He felt tears prickle at the corner of his eyes but he quickly wiped them away, refusing to let invisible eyes see him like that.

In moments like this, he wished he still had his mask to cover his face with.

“I don’t know what you are talking about. I didn’t even know he was gone.” Dream heard Technoblade’s monotone and tired voice and his heart stopped. He had been convinced that Technoblade was going to rat him out to Sam and Quackity.

He had told Dream a few times already that he won’t send him back and that he should trust the piglin hybrid but after the prison, Dream knew better than to trust anybody. No matter how nice or gentle someone was with Dream, he couldn’t let his guard down. Everybody was out to hunt him, to hurt him, and to send him back to the prison. Dream knew he just needed to make one mistake and Technoblade and Philza would be fed up with him. He would be gone. Back in his personal hell. Forgotten.

Suddenly he heard rustling next to him and something wet touched his palm. Quickly, Dream pulled his hand back, but slightly relaxed when he saw one of the dogs he had shared his room with. His tail was wagging gently and he kept pushing his snout into his hand, demanding pets. As much as Dream wanted to pet the dog, he couldn’t. He had to hide somewhere, somewhere no one could find him.

But looking around, all Dream could see was the open and flat tundra, nowhere to hide.

Dream knew something was approaching when he felt heavy steps coming into his direction. He was immediately thrown back. He was back in his cell again. The heavy steps of netherite boots came closer and closer. No matter how far Dream pressed himself into the wall, begging some god, any god who could hear him, to just make him disappear.

But no one listened.

Everyday was the same and no matter how hard he had tried, he couldn’t escape the netherite boots.

Dream was ripped out of his thoughts when he heard a silent whistle. He almost overheard it but suddenly all the dogs came over to him and surrounded him. On his left towered the giant creature named Steve. He had heard a lot about Steve and even saw him once just before Doomsday. He knew polar bears were aggressive and strong beings, so Dream was unsure upon seeing the animals so close to him.

The polar bear gently nudged him with his giant head, forcing Dream to stumble back.

“Steve!” Dream hissed, trying not to alert anyone. “Steve, stop it!” He kept whispering, pressing against the head of the bear, trying to push him back. But the polar bear was stronger than him. The strength quickly left Dream and he collapsed onto his knees. Steve now towered over Dream and the dogs were still surrounding him.

“You can check if you have the need to.”

He suddenly heard Techno suggest. Dream wanted to force himself to stand up, desperately trying to get his legs to support his weight but he had no chance, his knees were shaking and his arms were too weak to push himself up.

This was it. Sam and Quackity were going to find him in the with the dogs and Steve and he would be dragged back to Pandora’s Vault. Literally dragged because he had no way of standing up, his body still too weak. Maybe they would believe him if he told them that he didn’t want to break out! That he stood no chance! One day, Technoblade just appeared and took him with him to his cabin! He never wanted to leave, he just couldn’t defend himself!

Dream’s breathing was erratic. The animals seemed to notice his distress and Steve flobbed down in front of him, nearly squishing him with his entire weight. His body was still trembling. He felt like he was going to suffocate. Quickly, he pressed his palms against his mouth, trying to stifle the sounds which were threatening to escape. He couldn’t go back.

Not when he had grasped a little bit of freedom. He didn’t want to lose any of this, he couldn’t lose any of this. He would die if they were to put him back into the prison. Dream was sure that the torture would be worse than it had been before, as a punishment for running away! He knew the entire server hated him but he just wanted to be left alone! He didn’t want conflict! He didn’t want to meditate anymore! With the exception of Technoblade, and maybe Philza, Dream didn’t care about anyone on the server anymore. Not George. Not Sapnap. Not Bad. Not Tommy. Not Ranboo. Not Tubbo. Not Puffy.

No one.

Why couldn’t they just leave him alone? He promised he wouldn’t cause trouble! They wouldn’t see him again, in the eternity of their lives! He would stay away from the mainland and once Technoblade and Philza had enough of him, he would even be willing to leave the Arctic Commune! He would leave everyone alone, if it just meant that they would leave him in peace.

Suddenly he was pushed to the ground by a heavy and furry limb. His cheek hit the snow and a gasp left his lips. Dream’s eyes were ripped wide open like a prey trapped beneath a predator’s paws. It wasn’t too far from the truth, after all, Steve was a predator and Dream stood no chance against him, so he laid as still as he could, trying to breathe regularly and shallowly.

There was something comforting yet terrifying about being trapped in a polar bear’s grasp. Dream felt the warm, fluffy, white fur of Steve’s belly pressing against his face, gently tickling his nose. At the same time could feel the hot breath of the polar bear in his neck as Steve curled up around Dream. Claws were hanging a few centimeters away from his eyes and Dream stared at them with respect.

One wrong move and he might lose his other eye.

Dream couldn’t see much apart from white fur and black claws. Maybe a little bit of the grey sky above him but this view quickly got blocked by a few dogs which decided to lay on top of him. It seemed like the dogs had surrounded him and Steve in a protective circle. Some of them were sleeping, others were watching the environment attentively.

Dream calmed down after a while, due to the regular breathing of Steve, the calming presence of the dogs, and the warmth which surrounded him. He had never expected laying in the cold snow to be so very relaxing.

Out of nowhere Steve raised his head and started growling. Dream was still trapped under a pile of dogs and hidden by the body and the paws of the polar bear, so he couldn’t see what Steve was growling at.

“This is my emotional support polar bear, Steve.” A monotone voice, the voice of Technoblade, suddenly boomed over him. “And my hound army.”

Dream felt the cold return immediately and cling to his bones, the second he remembered what was going on. Steve and the dogs had been so distracting and comforting, he had forgotten about Quackity and Sam. The two people who wanted to take him away from safety. Away from a warm bed at night. Yes, he was sharing it with three dogs but he was fine with that! Dream didn’t remember the last time he had spent the night in a bed, even before the prison. They wanted to take him away from the dogs, away from the wooden walls which protected him from wind and weather at night. They wanted to take clean clothes, the chance for Dream to wash himself,whenever he wanted to with clean water, away.

“I wouldn’t approach them if I were you, Sam.” Technoblade said with a slight chuckle in his voice when Steve growled again. Some of the dogs were joining in with Steve, standing up, slowly approaching Quackity and Sam.

“They are very protective animals, you know? And the two of you are threatening their peace and home right now.” Technoblade went over and petted Steve on the head, and Steve stopped making noises. After a few seconds he put his head back into the snow, black eyes still resting on the two intruders.

The animals around the commune were obeying Technoblade’s every word.

“Let’s just check the houses and then leave, Sam. Come on. See if we can find him inside.” Quackity sighed and led the way back to the houses, leaving Dream alone with the animals.

Dream wanted to cry out of relief. It seemed like they didn’t suspect him and would leave soon. He pressed his face into the soft fur of Steve’s side and gently took a few bundles of white hair into his hands. The tears never fell to the snow covered floor, but lost themselves in the labyrinth of Steve’s pelt.

He didn’t know how much time passed when Dream opened his eyes again after someone gently shook his shoulder. Quickly he flinched back, covering his head with his hands, looking to the ground. He could feel how he was soaked in freezing water. For a second he found himself back in the prison, when Quackity decided to put ice cubes into the cauldron and see how long Dream could hold his breath, but before his mind could dive deeper into a panic attack, rough tongues brought him back into the present time.

A few dogs sat in front of him and Dream recognized the injured dog from earlier again. The white dog with the grey snout. He reached out with his bandaged hand and let the dog sniff him. The friendly animal quickly head butted his hand and demanded pets, this time Dream could provide.

“They are gone now. They didn’t find you anywhere, I hope they are convinced that you are not here” The voice of Technoblade echoed over him, forcing Dream to look up. The piglin hybrid threw a big shadow over him, because he was standing between him and the sun, leaving him shivering in the cold wind. “I’m glad my plan worked and Steve and the dogs piled on you. For a few seconds I was afraid your body wouldn’t be able to take it and Sam and Quackity would discover you. But I’m glad everything worked out just fine.”

Dream just nodded, hands busy with petting various dogs, even Steve wanted some attention.

“Thanks” Dream mumbled. “For c-covering for me.” He didn’t look at Technoblade, trying to avoid his eyes. Maybe this was too stressful for them and Technoblade and Philza decided that Dream would only bring danger to their little cottages and they just couldn’t risk that. He would understand if Technoblade were to throw him out, he really did. He was a liability after all.

He can’t really work, they had to look after him, feed him, clothe him, bring home more materials because of him, Dream used up their resources when he needed food or new bandages, and he couldn’t do anything for them. He didn’t replace the materials, he just used them.

“You don’t have to thank me for that. Thank Steve and the dogs. They did all the work.” Technoblade laughed and held out his hand. “Let's get you inside. You need a bath, you look like you are about to freeze to death.”

Dream gladly accepted his hand, being pulled up quickly. The hand of the piglin stayed in Dream’s hand, unsure if he were to fall. His knees were still shaky but they had calmed down and he was able to make his way towards the cabins.

“I hope that you know that you will be responsible for feeding the dogs and Steve now. Let’s just make you feed all the animals. They seem to love you all.” Technoblade laughed and gently hit him on the back. Dream tried not to show how much that little shove upset his balance.

“W-what do you mean they l-love me?” Dream had started to shake terribly, once he left the warmth of the animals, already missing it. It was hard for Dream to imagine that the animals… that something living could actually love him.

“The dogs are usually pretty wary of anyone new coming and I was a tiny bit concerned when I made you feed them… they can be a lot sometimes. And they are war hounds after all, if they wanted to, they could have ripped you to shreds but they all seemed to like you very much. Same with Steve.” Technoblade opened the door for Dream and led him through. “Steve usually stays all by himself, sometimes he allows some dogs around him. But today he accepted the presence of all the dogs to protect you.” He suddenly started laughing. “I don’t even know if he would have done this for me.” He chuckled and went into the kitchen.

“I’m going to make us some tea.” Technoblade offered without waiting for Dream’s answer.

Suddenly there was a whine coming from outside. Both men made eye contact, then looked back at the door. It was one of the dogs who was scratching the door from outside.

“Sit down, I will check.” Technoblade said after putting the kettle on the stove.

Dream did as he was told and sat down on the couch, eyeing the blanket next to him.

“You can take the blanket if you want.” Technoblade seemed to have seen Dream’s inner struggle whether he was allowed to take the blanket or not.

The door was opened and before anyone could do anything, the dog with the grey stripe on his snout which was stretched back to the tip of his tail, came running towards Dream and jumped on the couch. There was a loud “heh?!” coming from the doorway when Technoblade had failed to stop the dog.

But the dog with the injured side and leg quickly curled up on the soft couch and rested his head on Dream’s lap.

“Guess you have a dog now.” Technoblade mumbled. “I could try to get him to leave you alone but from the look of it, you don’t mind.”

Dream couldn’t hear what the piglin hybrid had said because he was too focussed on the animal in his lap. He didn’t understand why the dog liked him even though he was a monster deep inside, the dog still seemed to… accept him. Maybe even like him.

It didn’t take long for Dream to start petting the dog and a few minutes later, both Dream and the dog were asleep.

Spirit of a Sword

In an AU where objects can have spirits, Technoblade is the spirit of the sword called Orphan Obliterator unbeknownst to most. Following the execution, Dream runs away with Techno recharging in the sword.

Story for Day 10 (Injured, "I've got you.") of the Christmas Dreamnoblade Event by @alterdnbweek

Also on Archive of our Own. This AU is basically a remix of an old AU i had which i got new fire for after seeing rainystressed's dpurbyfiarsl AU, plus some additional inspiration by one of my favourite Zelda companions Fi.

Commotion came from the area of the stage. It was rather easy to pick out Techno's voice among the others even with Dream and Punz's hiding spot. They had him. They would lock him on display as the anvil fell.

Dream hoped the piglin found a totem of undying with the map he gave, especially considering both their skills with maps. It wouldn't prevent him from dying, but it would prevent it from being permanent and Dream having to use an item, he'd rather keep hidden from all except for Punz for a bit longer.

They both kept watch as things progressed. Until Dream gave the signal and Punz pearled in. The surprise was working, all of them were caught off guard. Dream headed down towards Carl and guided them both to a place near the van where Techno had to spot them and would hopefully then come to him.

But instead of the green flash of life magic or the white flash from visiting death, there was a pink one. Quick and left behind a similarly coloured mist that moved through the cage and past him towards the hole where Dream had planned to lead Techno to. Where his items were.

Dream followed it closely with the horse, blocking off the entry after and ignoring the yells behind him. The mist didn't stop, heading further down to where he had placed the iron armour and other items that Techno could have used, as well as the few items that Dream had already managed to steal back from the butcher army.

The chest with Techno's name on it glowed faintly from inside before dimming.

When he opened it, the sword, Orphan Oblitorator was still faintly glowing before the glow became a shimmer similar to that of an enchantment except for the colour difference. Instead of the purple, it was the same pink as the times before. He chuckled. So undeniably Techno. He couldn't imagine anyone else with that shade.

His suspicions that formed with the mist were confirmed and he didn't know how to feel about it. Maybe relief that he's not the only one. Maybe curiosity. It didn't matter.

What mattered was getting Techno out. Especially now that the piglin couldn't really do it himself unless the sword suddenly grew two legs or wings.

Considering the height the anvil fell from, he estimated it would take more than a day for Tech to reform. A time he would need to either ensure was spent away from enemies' hands himself or have someone he could trust do it.

Phil would be a good option. A long-time and trusted friend of Technos. If only he wasn't under house arrest and it wouldn't be too risky to try breaking him out now. He'd have to wait. Punz and Sam would be other good options. Both trustworthy and dedicated. But both were busy.

He'd probably prefer to do it himself anyway.

The items left for Techno got put back into his inventory before he gently lifted the sword and put it into the sheath around his belt. It shouldn't prevent him from coming back like putting him in his inventory would. And besides, an inventory slot doesn't fit Technoblade. The sheath doesn't really either but it's at least a bit better.

"I've got you," he whispered.

Dream was about to head further down when he spotted Quackity behind him, expression first surprised then souring into anger. "What the- Dream? What the fuck. Of course. Of course, you are here. Where is Technoblade? Did you help him escape? How did- How did you do it?"

The words "I wish" were on his tongue. If he actually had managed to help him escape, if he had any plan for that, Technoblade wouldn't be recharging inside the sword right now.

Subtly he tried to remove the sword from Quackity's eyesight while starting to gesture with his hands. "You really think Techno would need my help to escape? I mean I'm flattered, y'know? But he didn't need me."

"Sure. Sure. So you have Carl just for fun. Wanted another horse whose leather can be swung in front of your face." Dream's grip on the orphan obliterator tightened, still, he refrained from swinging any weapons, least of all swinging that sword. "Where is Techno, Dream? I saw Punz. You told him to disrupt the execution, didn't you?"

"To be fair, Techno has enough to buy Punz himself. He wouldn't need me for that."

"Everyone knows how you two are working together." They know, for now, Dream thought. "So tell me where Techno is and how you helped him escape or this will get ugly. I will even let you keep the horse if you spit it out."

"Hmm. I mean this would be a lot more threatening if it wasn't coming from you." Quackity for all his skill in getting people to join his cause, wasn't a fighter. "So listen. I'm gonna go with Carl and you go back to your country. Got that?"

"I won't let you leave, Dream. Tell me where he is." Quackity demanded as he held the diamond axe pointed to him.

"No. I won't just tell you where he is even if i knew."

"Okay, that's it." Quackity ran straight at him which nearly made Dream want to chuckle. He didn't pay attention to the words exchanged after the first hit. The fight - which could barely even be called that - was over quickly. A few hits with Nightmare and the duck hybrid crumbled to the floor. Breath wheezing from how it tried to still get in air despite the slit throat.

Dream kneeled down, looking Quackity in the eyes. "Don't waste your breath."

Seconds later, the body dissolved. Slowly fading to signify the first life lost and the other two remaining. With flint and steel, he burned the scattered items, only taking those that seemed useful. Tactics from back when he was hunted more widely still were useful.

After a quick check on his surroundings to ensure no more surprise attackers, he started leading Carl again, hoping the faint whispers of "Blood for the Blood God" he could hear were just his imagination. Maybe Technoblade's influence.

At some point, the path opened up more which also meant Dream could go onto the horse again, which he did after holding out a golden apple to it. It inspected the food with a few sniffs before deeming it safe and biting into it while Dream petted it. A beautiful and strong horse. He could see why Technoblade liked it.

He settled on its back and quickly ordered it forward. The rest of the way went by in a breeze despite sticking to the Overworld. Nether travel seemed risky with how they might predict it.

The cabin was soon in view. The moon is by now high up and reflecting the sun's light down onto the world.

He stepped down and fed another golden apple to it. Ignoring background whispers of him spoiling the horse and being soft. Softwastaken. Dreamwassoft. Not the strangest of thoughts his mind summoned. Though they were annoying nonetheless.

There was no one in the cabin except for the animals and enderman Techno was housing. It felt empty without the piglin’s big figure and warm voice. He should be back soon.

But for now, he racked his brain for whatever Punz usually does if he is like this. Keep out of inventory. Keep close or hidden. Repair of broken. Wait.

Techno was still out of his inventory and in his sheat. His plan for now was to stick around till either Techno came out again or Phil escaped which he should message Punz for. See if they can figure out a way. Later.

Dream remembers feeling his surroundings when he was like the piglin is now. He mulled over it a bit as he ventured upstairs and placed Techno on the bed. The blanket was left off of him. He didn't know how, when or where Techno would form, best to keep it uncovered.

Something Punz would sometimes do is fix him if he had any rips in his other form. But Techno's sword didn't seem in need of any repairs. The blade was as sharp as ever and beautifully smooth. The handle provided a good grip even if it was a bit large for Dream. It's design still left him in awe. It was a masterpiece just like its soul.

Which made him wonder how Techno had become like this. Was he born or rather made like this? Or was he cursed like Dream? Or maybe not a curse but a connection through many battles won and much blood spilt that led to his soul possessing the sword after his death?

But if he wasn't always like this when did it change? How long has he been the spirit of a sword? Did-

A squeak interrupted his mind. Something small, furry and white peaked out from the trapdoor before scrambling further up and along till it was on the bed. Dream was about to rush forward but stopped in his tracks when he saw the fox was just curling up on top of the sword.

It was just cuddling with its owner. Wait, does it know that’s Techno? Can animals sense object’s souls when they are in the object? He’s gonna need to test this once he can. Speaking of testing, he meant to text Punz.

You whisper to Punz: did you get away?

Punz whispers to you: yes. only a few minor cuts. how about you?

You whisper to Punz: same on my end

You whisper to Punz: is phil still under house arrest?

Punz whispers to you: yes. want me to get him out?

You whisper to Punz: yes

You whisper to Punz: Techno is like me

You whisper to Punz: currently recharging on his bed

You whisper to Punz: will wait till Phil gets here or he gets back

Punz whispers to you: alright

He looked back to the bed where the fox seemed asleep by now. On the nightstand, he spotted a few trinkets. A smaller bell, a lapis lazuli, a letter, a stone that looks familiar and a book. Curious he came closer till he could make out the title. “Love Across Dimensions”. It didn’t sound like something he could see Techno read. Even more curious now, he opened it to the first few pages and quickly got even more surprised or rather confused.

It turned out to be an encyclopedia on courting rituals in different species ranging from the common human to the rarest ender dragon hybrid. There was a loose page with different hybrid species written down including dragon, goat and avian.

Dream opened the list of contents again and flipped shortly to the piglin section. He got a few sentences in before another ping got him out.

Punz whispers to you: Btw, congrats on the kill

He messaged back a quick thanks and then put the book back where it was. With nothing else to do but wait, he shifted into a wolf to better blend in just in case anyone came in.

Settled beside the bed, he keeps his ears sharp, listening for any threat.

Nothing happens for hours until the wall gets drenched in a pink hue.

Dream glances up to the bed. The sword is glowing, the fox now moved further down the bed away from it. The pink mist from before exits the sword again and shapes into a familiar form.

Technoblade groans from where he reformed again and Dream forgets for a second which shape he took and lets out a yip, drawing Techno's attention.

“Huh? You’re not one of my dogs. How did you get in here?”

Deciding he’d rather not have Techno know he’s a wolf right now, he heads straight down and out, opening the door with little issue. He hears the piglin call out for him but ignores it. If Techno knew, the shifter wouldn't hear the end of it.

And later when they prepare for Doomsday and Techno mentions the wolf with a smirk towards Dream’s direction, he will deny any relation at all. Denial which Techno will not believe. 

Oh so it wasn't necessary to speak up when the slur slinging slasher called dream slurs, physically assaulted him, and harassed a service worker, but it's necessary to speak up about a tweet?

C!dream did nothing wrong he's just a silly guy who cares if he killed a stupid child deserved

Mucho español

Hi! Doomsday trio prompt- The Most Hated Breakfast Food. Not the best. The worst.

this is SUCH a good prompt and i didn't do it correctly :') here's what my brain did instead. at least it was breakfast themed?

part of the doomsday preparation drabbles

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Breakfasts Prepared in The Days Before Battle (aka how do you feed a young man, an immortal birdman, and a piglin in one meal?)

Day 1: Oatmeal and toast. A simple dish, but sincerely one of the most beautiful and put-together meals Dream has ever seen. He didn't expect them to feed him at all, much less prepare a bowl of well-arranged, colorful fruits in a vintage bowl. He stood in the kitchen, frozen. Eating in front of Techno and Phil might mean taking his mask off in front of them, and he was tempted to grab the food and eat in another room, like an anxious dog. He settled instead on tilting the mask up a bit. They saw his mouth, and they didn't make any indication that they even noticed. Techno had three bowls, Phil had one and a half, and Dream had one (he was too embarrassed to ask for more).

Day 2: Avocado toast with pico and eggs. Techno shyly admitted that they were trying to get through this loaf of bread before it went bad. Then, he went on some nonsensical ramble about how it was Dream's sacred mission to help them. "Forget the battle," he said, "we gotta get rid of this bread." Techno had four slices, Phil had two, and Dream had two.

Day 3: Omelettes and yogurt. There was something a bit comical about seeing Techno use silverware. His hands were too big for them, his shoulders hunched forward, and he used them so politely that you wouldn't expect him to be the most feared warrior this civilization has known. After breakfast, he absolutely dominated in a sparring session against Dream. Techno had two omelettes, Phil had half (but two bowls of yogurt. He was "in the mood for it."), and Dream had one.

Day 4: Breakfast sandwiches. Sausage, egg, and cheese, all in a biscuit-like bun. Dream nearly took his mask completely off at the table, and fumbled with the clip as he desperately tried to put it back on without showing more skin than he already has. Techno had his back turned as he was serving himself, thankfully, but Phil sat beside him. The old man didn't even look up from his plate, unbothered by Dream's dilemma. Techno had two sandwiches, Phil had one, Dream had one, and the dog whining softly under the table got two pieces of sausage from Dream's palm.

Day 5: Sausage soup. It was a piglin thing, apparently. Techno mentioned it and then grew quiet, enjoying the meal but never losing a distant, foggy look in his eyes. Dream watched, unable to think of a follow-up question. Between the three of them, he was not the only one with secrets. Techno had five bowls (the most Dream's ever seen him eat), Phil had one, and Dream had one.

Day 6: Pancakes and scrambled eggs. A classic breakfast. Phil seemed nervous about preparing the pancakes a way Dream would like, so he made them plain and provided a variety of toppings. Dream opted for a variety of fruit and the chocolate spread, but he said (with confidence) that he would've eaten whatever was prepared for him. Techno had four pancakes, Phil had two, and Dream had two.

Day 7: Bagels. Somewhere between preparations and trainings, Philza found time to pick up bagels. Dream found it odd to prioritize food with such a decisive battle on the horizon. He sat, he tilted his mask, he ate, and he talked to Techno about horses. Techno had two bagels, Phil had one, and Dream had one.

Day 8: Biscuits with Eggs. Or, as Techno called it, "Biscuit with guts." A poached egg was poured into a hole in the biscuit, making an interesting mix of textures and flavors. Dream wasn't the biggest fan of poached eggs, but true to his word, he ate whatever was served to him. Techno had four biscuits, Phil had two, and Dream had two.

Day 9: Creamy potato soup and sausages. Carbs and proteins for fuel. The battle loomed, and Dream was feeling anxious. He wasn't sure why; he wasn't afraid, per se, he was simply buzzing with energy that had no where to go (He wanted this to go perfectly). He asked Techno to spar with him again. He asked Phil for a refill of potato soup. "Remind me to get you the recipe, mate," Philza said, "If you can make mashed potatoes, you can make this. Good for travel, too." Dream replied stupidly with some comment about how much he liked potatoes. Techno had three bowls, Phil had one, and Dream lost count of how many times he made it while he traveled. Much later, he'd make it again within the prison walls, and he'd run to a nearby chest to vomit.