Golden Blade (Being Rewritten)

by I_held_Potential

Summary:

Honestly Tommy though that his life was boring.

Now he wishes he could take that back.

 

I can't write summaries

Notes:

• Inspired by The Plutarch Paradox by Charnel

Chapter 1: The beginning

He ran. Each footfall dragging him deeper into the foliage, the terrain grew unfamiliar but that didn't matter. The forest gave great cover with the branches that he had to duck under. He could only pray that it would be enough to save him. Give him some kind of advantage or even just a head start. But it wasn't enough, nothing ever was. He felt something bite into his shoulder, and pain exploded. Glancing to the side he could see the arrow that pierced through his shoulder. The momentum of the arrow knocked to the ground. Every inhale was pain, dizziness was all he could see. Struggling to push himself back up he was pushed back down, a weight heavy on his back. Tommy tried to inhale, but everything was just pain. 

 

“You really thought you could run?!” A crazed laughter came from above. Turning his head, he could see Dream. More accurately, his creepy white mask with a crudely drawn smile. He never knew if it was made of wood, clay, or some kind of stone. It was basically unbreakable and had survived Tommy's multiple attempts to shatter or burn it.

 

“As fun as this has been, I really need to get started.” The pressure on Tommy's back increased, and he cried out. "You wouldn't want to drag this out any longer right?" Tommy saw him lift something that glinted in the very little light that streamed through the trees, and then felt more pain. He saw the edges of his vision grow dark with Dream’s voice fading out. 

 

“So this is what death feels like. ”

 

Apparently not, because what came next was nothing compared to what happened. Though it wasn’t just painful, it was extremely hot. Almost like being burned by fire, but worse. Maybe like falling into lava without fire resistance. It was feels like the old man at the tavern described to be struck by lightning. A burning in his bones that overwhelmed any other thought.

 

And with that the world seemed to end. "Maybe this is death?"

no

He could open his eyes and look around, but that was about it. Everything was dark, the sound of nothingness filled his ears. He tried to move, but found he couldn’t. The darkness was all encompassing, like the tales of the void that lies beneath the overworld. Looking around into the void he only saw a gold dagger. It was the only thing in this empty space. He reached out to touch it. The blade was cold, but not cold like freezing. It was the cold that came when fear replaced every thought in his head. A settling dread that churned his stomach over and over. He tried to let go of the weapon but it would fall from his hand.

 

A voice cut through his thoughts. Entering into the void and filling every thought in his head.

 

“Well that works I guess. 'Kinda hoping you would be netherite Tommy. But at least now you can be useful.”

 

They had been walking forever, and Tommy was glad that he didn’t have a stomach. Dream had been swinging the dagger for the last hour, turning over the blade with some kind of obsession. The way that he held the blade sent shivers down Tommy's spine. After screaming at the psychopath for an hour and a half, it was apparent that Dream was extremely apparent that Tommy could not be heard. Either that, or the man had suddenly become patient within the unknown amount of time after he had murdered Tommy. He couldn't walk too far away from the creep either. He was stuck walking next to his murder, unable to do literally anything.

 

They soon came to a village, the houses and buildings were nothing out of the ordinary. But there was a sinking feeling in his gut and Dream continued straight onto the library. Tommy could only think of one reason for using a village library, and he didn't like this. Glancing at Dream, the golden blade glimmered in the sun casting spots of light on the ground. They reached the library was as normal as any other, but after passing a few emeralds to the book keeper, Dream entered deeper into the building. The enchantment room was dark, and Tommy could see words floating all around. Which was normal to an extent. Normally he could see slight silver whisps whenever he enchanted. But now he could see words clearly. Each of the enchantments written in the old language that usually took years to understand. Silver words, clear as day circled the table in front of them.

 

Unbreaking III

 

Mending

 

Fire Aspect I

 

Sharpness II

The list went on. 

 

“Come on Dream you’re not really going to enchant me right? I’m a person not a weapon!” But per usual, Dream didn’t respond.

 

The dagger, was placed on the table and Tommy was pulled towards it. The enchantments encompassed him, filling his vision. Each enchantment looked like it was trying to grab the dagger, to attach itself to the weapon. Tommy could only watchin in horror as Dream pulled out a book, and started to speak. But this time Tommy could not understand him, the foreign words felt harsh on his ears. They were grating and sounded close to shrieks. Distracted, he didn't see the wisps of words that gathered around him, closing the gaps and the very little space he had left to stand in. The words surged towards the dagger and were burned into the hilt, and in turn his soul. The silver enchantments attacked him and felt like brands as he cried out. He screamed, though no one could hear. Begging for the pain to end. Hurt and anger that built up tried to escape, only managing to hurt himself further as he tried to grab onto anything. Only his own body, leading him to tear at his hair and arms in an attempt to numb the pain, or in some way stop it entirely.

 

Screaming he forced his eyes open. He could see the whole experience as if he was standing in the room. The golden dagger on the table, and Dream standing reading from the book. A smile on his face. He cried, but Dream only continued to speak, adding onto the painful enchantments.

~~~ 3 Years Later ~~~

Tommy had desensitized himself to the quick movements, the swift attacks that would end up always covering his blade in blood. Because it really was still Dream's Tommy. The blade was still not him. The cold that had been with him in the endless void for the first moments of his new life, was persistent. There was never warmth, not even the blood that he constantly had on the enchanted dagger. That was more like an uncomfortably lukewarm slime that just made him feel dirty. Tommy half-heartedly looked at the opponent that Dream faced. A rather buff man with reddish-pink hair. He continued to think to himself. 

 

It had been 3 years, or more accurately 2 winters and then some, since he had been turned into a dagger. Tommy could tell by the trees and the cold winds that turned his metal cold, that snow was coming. After all this time, he felt more in tune with the world around him. Maybe the gold dagger that he was connected to, knew it was supposed to be in the ground, it felt the changes that the overworld experienced.

 

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt the dagger go flying. Tugging him towards the fallen blade, he sat up as the pull overwhelmed him. He had a kind of ghost form that allowed him to fully see what was happening. No one could see or hear him still. He couldn’t even interact with the world, just watch. He had first done it when he was forcibly enchanted. He had perfected finding the best place to relax that let him enjoy the world while Dream fought. Close enough that he wouldn't be teleported anywhere, but far enough that he would tune out the sound effects of the fights. 

Dream’s opponent was proving to be a difficult challenge, causing Dream to pull out his netherite axe. This piqued his interest. Tommy had become Dream’s main weapon after finding that a dagger made from a person’s soul was more powerful than most other weapons. Who knew? Apparently Dream did. It always felt like a backhanded compliment that he was only useful after he died.

 

Looking closer at the other person, he realized that they were some sort of piglin hybrid. Given away by the pointed ears, slightly pink tinted skin, tusks, and the excessive amount of gold jewelry they wore. The whole package. Honestly this was a first for Tommy, usually Dream fought random humans he came across on the road. Maybe a few tournaments here and there, but Tommy suspected that he didn't want to draw to much attention to the dagger that had too much power.

 

The dagger had been cast closer to Dream's opponent, letting Tommy get a closer look at them. He walked over to the stranger, seeing as there were floating red wisps around the man. Some of them turned to Tommy. He waved at them, and some came over. 

 

Child?

 

Child?

 

e

 

Gold Child???

 

BLOOD

 

E

 

HOW CAN HE SEE US????

 

new phone who dis

 

GOLD!

Tommy laughed at the absurd voices, gaining more attention from the ones around the man. Some of them swarming around him, and going right up to his face. They were almost like the enchantments, but a little less uncomfortable. He swatted them away, talking to them while the two guys fought in the background. Asking the floating red whisps what exactly they were, and who this new opponent Dream was facing is.

 

Out of the corner of his eye he sees that Dream gets knocked to the ground. He turns and looks in shock. Dream, in the three years that Tommy had been with him, had never been beaten. He had always come out on top, always . The voices around him cheered, chanting something about blood, and gods. Tommy didn’t pay too much attention. He just walked back over to the dagger, shocked and getting more panicked by the second. Returning into the void area, he considered what would happen, how would Dream take out his anger at losing. It was never a pretty sight. Maybe some broken trees, target practice, or just mindless death of zombies and creepers.

 

Tuning into the conversation of the two of them only caused more panic.

 

“I want the gold dagger.”

 

Technoblade had been having some fun going against this opponent. They were almost equally matched in strength and speed. The quick and relentless attacks, one after the other. But after he was able to knock the dagger out of their hand, that is when the real fight started. Well according to him. Daggers were used for up close attacks, personal and quick. Nothing that was glorious or satisfying. That dagger was rather insulting, that is what a piglet would use. But his man had been efficient with it. The fight carried on for a while, both of them starting to tire. Finally Techno was able to sweep out their legs and win. Both of them were breathing heavily. Though, Techno could only tell by the rise and fall of his chest, and the slight movement of the white mask. He smiled, bearing his tusks.

“That was certainly something. Now let's talk about spoils.” He didn't care particularly for this ritual of the overworld, but sometimes it was worth it.

 

Chat was going wild. Lots of ‘blood for the blood god’ and all that, though some were getting very entranced with the golden dagger laying forgotten in the dust. And the usual fighting that went on constantly. 

 

“As far as I remember I can take anything that I wish, and I really don’t know what you have or if you have anything.” This caused no reaction. The rise and fall of their chest was the only sign that they were even alive. 

 

“I have some money if you want that.” Techno raised an eyebrow.

 

“I think I’m fine without it. Though I think I do have something in mind.”

 

He stood up to his full height. Tusks on full display, crimson eyes that glinted in the light. His posture screamed that he was in charge. He watched as the loser flinched slightly, cowering slightly at how much better of a fighter he was. Obviously.

 

“I want the gold dagger.”

 

That caused a reaction, not a big dramatic one. Just a slight tense up, grabbing some of the dirt road, but a reaction nonetheless.

 

“Sorry, but that one can’t be given away. It’s uh, you can’t have that. I can give you golden apples instead.” They attempted to stand up, but was forced back down when the sword pointed at his chest sword didn’t move.

 

“I don’t think that the rules of fights have changed that much in the last few years. The winner picks the spoils. Not the loser.”

 

This again caused a reaction, but bigger this time. Their curled their fists gripped at the dirt, creating small dents into the road. “The dagger can’t be given away.”

 

Techno huffed, and walked over to the dagger. Hearing the man start to get up he turned around and held him down with his sword once more. “If you want this dagger so badly, you can beat me in another fight. In a hundred years or two if you want.”

 

They didn’t say anything as he picked up the dagger. Tossing it up once in the air and catching it. Nothing stood out to him about it, but the voices were screaming, reveling in the fact that he had the golden dagger. His instincts were also quite pleased with the new addition. He lowered his sword. “I’ll be off then.” Walking only a few steps before turning again. 

 

“By the way, the name's Technoblade. Yours?”

 

They stood up. 

 

“The name is Dream… And I’ll be back for my dagger Technoblade.” They started to walk the opposite way, their green cloak starting to blend in with the forest. Soon enough he disappeared, leaving Techno by himself.

 

“Well I think that went well, huh Chat?”

Notes:

Chapter has been revised!

Chapter 2: Two Weary Travelers

Tommy was officially screwed. Like majorly screwed. How could did Dream just let him go? Just like that? Dream literally killed the last person who tried to take the dagger. Using the dagger to assassinate the man as a cruel act of irony. It still haunted him, it was brutal. The sound of Dream hunting down the thief brought up way to many fresh and unpleasant memories at the time. As Tommy lost himself in his thoughts, he recognized the sounds of a Nether portal. The deep echoing sounds that had slight screeches that accompanied them. Looking around, they were in a thick part of the forest. The obsidian frame with the purple portal standing out. The netherrack slowly creeping from the portal, thankfully no lava. As that would start to burn everything in the surrounding area. The sound of forest fires sounded a little bit more painful within the last few years.

 

When they entered the nether, even as the dagger, Tommy could feel the heat change. He could also see the red wisps that were trying to talk to him, but he wanted to ignore them. The void that he hid in had a small opening for him to travel through, almost like a mirror or a door. Looking out of the opening was always less strenuous than walking beside the dagger. As he ignored the voices that surrounded the man, he considered his situation. Fully.  He knew in his heart that Dream would have probably never changed him back into a person, but he still held onto that weak hope. No matter how ridiculous it was, Dream probably didn't even know that he was still conscious for the past years. Now that already frail hope, was dashed to pieces. This Technoblade had no idea that he was actually a person, or at least was a person at some point. 

 

Technoblade didn't know that Tommy's favorite color was red, or that he was really good at climbing trees. That he was the fastest runner in his village as a child, and could always outrun the officers. Technoblade didn't know that he loved to sit in bars and listen to the traveling musicians that sang of heroes and adventures. Technoblade didn't know that Tommy hadn't wanted to die, that he had spent his last moments being hunted like an animal. 

 

“What would even happen if he knew that I was…” Tommy stopped that train of thought, not liking where it was heading. The possibilities that could come of him being found out as not real gold. Much less what Dream was capable of.

 

He chose instead to focus on the terrain of the Nether. The red and heated light that came from the lava. The uneven floors that didn't bother the hybrid, the journey was very smooth all things concidered.

After what seemed like ages, Technoblade finally stopped to rest. Meaning that Tommy could come out of the dagger. He had tried before to walk beside Dream while they traveled. Often it just ended with Tommy being exhausted and irritated at how boring the journey was. He had started to figure out why Dream was so messed up. The guy did not even talk to himself as he traveled, walking purely in silence. It was unsettling, so Tommy usually filled the silence with songs, stories, animal impressions, any noise really. But there was also another reason he would rather stay in the void as Dream traveled.

 

Whenever he was a certain distance away from the dagger he had a forced teleportation next to it. Unfortunately that also took a lot out of him, making him feel as if he had been running for hours. And while he was trying to recover, Dream would keep walking further and further. Causing multiple teleportations, until he was so drained all he could do was touch and return to the dagger and basically black out.  He never found out how long the black out lasted for, but he was fairly certain it was almost a week. Probably more. 

 

Not like time mattered much to him

 

Sitting down on the ground, Techno pulled out some food and started to eat. Tommy came out of the dagger and looked around for a second. The Nether was a very new place to him, he never had any opportunity really to travel between worlds. If anything the nether is what he imagined the desert to feel like. He walked towards an edge that looked over the ocean of lava. If Tommy could actually affect the land, he would have kicked a stray piece of netherrack over the edge. Imagining it falling over the edge and sinking into the lava. Melting under the extreme heat, following the flow of lava for the rest of time.

 

Preoccupied with his thoughts, he didn't pay much attention to the voices that came over to him. The little wisps of red that had a unique voice to each of them.

HI 

 

Hello child

 

E

 

Backflip?

 

(Deleted by Moderators)

 

Who are you

 

Talk to us!

 

Why are you following dagger?

 

bloodbloodbloodblood

 

HI

 

hi

 

pog

 

POG

He laid down on the ground. 

 

“Name’s Tommy innit? And well I’m a dagger cause Dream is a b*******. I think he killed me. Made me a dagger, and now I’m stuck here with whoever this is.” Maybe he just wanted someone to talk to. Someone to hear his voice and know that he is was real. Someone that would know his favorite color is was red.

 

That caused a riot. Many of them cussing out Dream, most insulting him, and asking more about him. Tommy was just glad to finally talk to someone, other than himself. Mindlessly chatting to the voices. He stood up.

 

“Want to see something cool?”

 

YES

 

what are you doing…

 

…..

 

Cool how

 

E

 

backflip?

He turned his back facing the lava, and fell backwards. Even though he had no physical body, gravity still worked on him. He shot towards the lava, and seconds before he hit it, he teleported next to the dagger. He sat down, exhausted from the teleportation. The voices around him went crazy from the feat.  He touched the dagger, going back into it to rest. A rumbling voice came from above him.

 

“Chat... CHAT! Calm down, what are you even talking about? I haven’t done anything.” Tommy looked at the piglin hybrid. The piglin looked back at him the dagger, causing him to blanch. “Why are you all going on about the dagger?” Tommy started to cuss out the red wisps, or Chat more accurately as Technoblade called the collection of them. He started an argument with them, yelling and laughing at their poor explanations of the dagger magic.

 

“Will a story calm you guys down?”

 

That caused everything to stop, the voices and even Tommy.

 

“Of course that's what gets you to quiet down.” His monotone voice started to get to Tommy. That mixed with the exhaustion from forced teleportation, he was ready to pass out.

 

“I guess we should pick up where we left off hmm? Prometheus had created all the humans from clay. And he loved his creations, they were simple and innocent. He felt that there was something missing, and as night fell he realized what was missing. Looking at his brother, he realized that they had no way to keep warm. They didn’t have thick coats of fur or fat….” Techno’s voice droned on, and slowly Tommy drifted off, slipping into the darkness that the void offered.

 

 

Technoblade got to about the middle of the story before drifting off himself. Though usually he never dreamed, this time he did. 

 

A child with golden hair stood with his back to him. He called to them, trying to grab their attention, but they would not turn back to him. Walking up to them he tried to look at their faces, but they disappeared. Looking around the dark room he spotted another glimmer of gold off in the distance. Walking closer cautiously, he saw it was the child again. He tried to discern any of their facial features, but it was impossible. He wore a golden vest, with a white long-sleeve shirt. They dragged his attention away from him, by holding something out to him. Reluctantly he took his eyes off the undiscernible face

 

It was the golden dagger that he had won from that Dream guy. Taking the dagger he noticed an inscription. It was recognizable as old Galactic, language of overworld itself. The words seemed to bleed, red filling the crevices made by the indentations.

 

Ḫ̴̡̖̳̣͎̬͍͇͈̈́̍̿͛͋̅̏̾̉͆͆̽̀͜͠E̷̡̛̯͚̳̫̻̣͍̦̥̬͋͐̏̅̽͂͋̒̿̃̃́̕͜ͅL̶̙͍̬͙̖̓͐̄̄͌͂̔͌̆͊̅͗̅̌͘͝͠P̶̢̨̨͉̩͙̠̬̙̳͌̈́̓̐̆̽ ̶̼̗̲̪͗͛̈́͛͋̋̂͋̈́̆M̶̨̩͍̟͔̺̱̺̹͑Ę̷̨͕̖̖͉̳̻͔̰͌́̍̾̐̽̇̈́̾̉̚͘͝

He awoke with a start. He looked down at the dagger that was tied to his belt, laying against the netherrack innocently. He picked it up, scrutinizing the appearance. There was some blood that was flaking off near the hilt. There were inscriptions on the hilt, the enchantments. Maybe a little wear, a few scratches in the blade. That person on the road did not take very good care of his belongings.

 

Nothing out of the ordinary.

 

A screech filled the silent air. Techno whipped his head around. An enderman had unhinged his jaw, and was letting out its blood curdling scream. He looked around to see if something else had set it off; but the creature was dead set on him.

 

The sounds of the enderman teleporting broadcasted its location. Swinging the dagger, the enderman stumbled back. It’s inky blood spilling from its chest. Technoblade ran at it and hit it again. This time it died, and all that was left of its presence was a pearl. 

 

He looked at the blade once more. No wonder that Dream guys were not willing to let go of it. It was a two hit kill. It was very odd, especially for a gold weapon. They were mostly for show, collecting and craftsmanship. He thought back to their fight. Dream had never actually drawn blood from him with the dagger. Maybe that would have created a whole other scenario that me might not have been entirely prepared for.

 

The innocent gold dagger was now stained again, the black blood covered the tip and the edge. He turned it over in his hands, lingering a little bit longer on the hilt. Searching for any sign of the ancient language in his dreams.

 

He needed to check this dagger out with Phil.

 

 

 

Look Tommy was really not feeling it today. So when he looked at the enderman, he forgot that he could still cause aggravation to other things. They couldn't even see him, much less attack him. If anything he guessed it was kind of like that gut feeling that someone was watching you, except for enderman it translated to aggravating them. So in reality he really didn’t mean to set off the enderman. And he really didn’t mean for Technoblade to see how powerful he was as a weapon. Hitting an enderman twice before getting an enderpearl

 

So an already not good day, just got worse. Thank you, Prime. Maybe XD as well.

At least Technoblade was decent enough to clean off the blood. Even the old crusted blood that Dream didn’t care enough to reach. Tommy could feel how dirty the dagger was, even if he couldn’t physically feel stuff. It bothered him mentally. The void felt a little bit lighter after the dagger was well taken care of, being cleaned.

 

Soon they were on the road again, with the voices more active than ever. The void opening was being bombarded with the wisps of red, voices entering the once peaceful area. Tommy opened up to hear what they were saying. 

Phil

 

Dadza!

 

Philza

 

Old man

 

Bird Bird Bird Bird

 

Oh wait he can hear us—

 

Hi Tommy!

 

Child

 

Gold

“Wait, who is this Phil? Who is that?” He asked Chat. This only brought a surge of Phil and DADZA! To his ears. None of which answered his question. So instead he tuned them out and opted to sing a song to pass the time. Watching the world through the opening in the void, observing the floating particles that so often bothered the piglin hybrid.

 

The song was one that he had heard from a bard, while Dream was in a tavern. He rather liked that bard. They had a great voice, and had everyone one there entranced. The bard had left the tavern with a lot of coins that night. Tommy wished dearly that he could listen to that voice again. So instead he opted to commit to memory the tune that they had left behind.

 

Tommy felt that they had been traveling for ages. Leaving him to emerge from the void area, and walk along side the piglin hybrid, just enjoying nature. He listened to the voices, but not much, if anything he avoided thinking altogether. That didn't work as the walking dredged up memories of moving for hours at a time with Dream. But Dream often was caught up in fighting someone that he met along the way, so it had some entertainment from time to time. The rustle of leaves put an end to his thoughts. He was quite familiar with the signs that someone, or something was approaching. Techno didn’t falter in his walking, but Tommy saw that his ears were twitching, turning every which way. Listening to what was coming. Perks of sensitive hearing he guessed.

 

A rush of wind, and Tommy watched as Technoblade stopped walking entirely.

 

A figure dived down from the sky, landing far enough away that Techno couldn't hit them. Tommy prepared for the on coming battle. Instead he was surprised when Technoblade just huffed, and started walking towards the figure that had emerged from the sky. 

 

But something was off. The closer that they got, the more that person seemed to change. Soon it was the bard that Tommy had been wanting to see. But that didn’t make sense. The bard was off somewhere near a city, that's where they always stayed. The image of the bard seemed to fizzle and reappear as figure with wings. It was rather confusing. Observing a little closer, all around this mysterious figure were little silver wisps. enchantments

 

“Wait, wasn't that someone else just a second ago?” Tommy spoke out loud to himself. He walked further away from Technoblade, drawing closer to the newcomer, and it clicked. Tommy could see the illusion that surrounded the thief.

 

“Chat you need to tell Technoblade that it’s fake. It’s an illusion!” He screamed at the little red wisps. They stilled for a second, and then started to swarm the piglin's head. Warning him, and screaming in his ear. Tommy winced. It could not have been a good feeling to have thousands of voices scream at you. But that might be the only way to get out of this situation.

 

Unfortunately that only caused the mountain of a man to just stop moving forward. His movements stilled and it was quite obvious that Technoblade was not longer believing what he saw. The eyes of the piglin turned a deep red. The thief had realized that his trick had faltered somehow, and decided to rush. This was not good. Techno still wasn’t moving, his eyes flicking all over the place. As if trying to find the figure of the sky from earlier. 

 

Tommy really didn’t want to switch people again, it was actually nice to talk to something for once. Even it was just a bunch of red wisps that made no real sense. He screamed at Chat, at Techno, to hear him. To lift his dagger and fight before he was hurt or killed. He didn’t know why he wanted Techno to defend himself so bad. He hadn’t really cared for Dream all that much. But somehow this was different. Maybe it was the fact that for the first time in a few years that anything interesting had happened to him. That he didn't feel just like a ghost haunting a dagger that contained his corps.

 

He grabbed onto his dagger and tried to force Techno to lift it against this person. To defend himself.

 

Miraculously, he did. He lifted the dagger and the thief was barely able to stop himself from running into the dagger. Then Techno snapped from his trance, and then began to fight.

Notes:

Chapter has been edited!

Chapter 3: Slipping Through the Cracks

Techno had been minding his own business when he heard noises from the surrounding area. The bushes rustled, but not like they contained a small animal. It was larger, something that was trying to hide but failed. He continued walking, but kept his guard up waiting for the attack. Curling and uncurling his hands, getting ready to fight. He strained his ears listening closely to anything that might give away the position of the would-be attacker.

 

Instead he heard a familiar sound. The sound that wings made beating against the air is very distinct afterall.  He turned to see Phil come down from the sky. It was a little weird though, he never messaged Phil where he was. He had only told the man that he would be back soon, but that was maybe a month ago? But there he was. The crow wings and everything, his blond hair glinting in the sun. Maybe his crows had told him, those birds always had some way to communicate with the voices.

 

Where was the bucket hat though? Phil wore it everywhere, ever since Techno had gotten it for him as a gag gift so many years ago. It was decorated with different little trinkets from his flock. So where was it?

 

He shook it off, and started to walk towards his friend. He really needed to talk to him about the dagger. It was acting rather weird. A two hit kill on an enderman, the fact that it was only a gold weapon. The way that chat seemed more restless whenever he brought out the dagger. Drawing his attention to the voices, he realized how loud they were. The voices were screamed at him.

 

NOT PHIL

 

faker 

 

ĐØ₦'₮ Ⱡł₴₮Ɇ₦ ĐØ₦'₮ ⱠØØ₭

 

WHERE IS THE REAL PHIL?

 

blood  for the the blood god

 

DEATH

 

BLOOD

 

BLOOD̷͓̺͓̱̮̘̲̉̎̒̅̐͋

 

 

B̸̢̛̪̦̠̼͔̲͙͔̻̫ͨͨ̀ͭ̈ͪ̂͂ͦ̓ͨ͌̀͘͠_̢̣̪̩̠̳͗̍̌̽̅̃̒͊͢͟L̨̥̂̊̉O͖̣̠̭̠̔̇̒ͪ̋ͅO̴̱͖̻̮̣ͦ͛̋̉̕D̷͓̺͓̱̮̘̲̉̎̒̅̐͋

The screams dissolved into chants for blood.

 

His head was filled with the screams of the voices. That this was not Phil. What had they done to Phil? Where was PHIL?! He almost ignored the stranger that was approaching him, trying to block out the voices devolving into chaos. Focusing hard to control in the building hatred, focusing hard that he almost missed it. In the corner of his eye he saw him. The golden boy from his dream was there. His hair shimmering in the light, and the face of this child still obscured. They were lifting his hand against the stranger. Dragging the dagger into the air.

 

Obviously this pretender did not expect the blade to be raised against him, Techno saw as their eyes widened almost comically. But unfortunately for them, Techno was now paying attention. Phil would never have been afraid of Techno raising a weapon, Phil would not have forgotten his hat. Whoever this was, they chose the wrong person to attack. 

As the dagger was already raised, Techno lunged and feinted right. Slashing at the now flickering form of the stranger. They swing at him with a sword, but its heavy and awkward in their hands. Techno ducked beneath the chipped blade, and aimed for the shins, making several injuries. They try to fight back, but Techno drops low and sweeps their feet out. The fight lasted less than a minute. Flickering between the green robes of his friend, and that of dusty brown cloak. Features of their face twitching and contorting in uncanny ways. It was quite disgusting, and Chat agreed. Murmurs of condescension, and hatred echoed in his mind

 

“That was a cool trick. But unfortunately,” He squatted down looking them in their shifting eyes. “You picked the wrong person to perform it to.” He held the dagger to their throat. Ready to slit it.

 

They looked at him in fear, slowly shifting to a smirk. A small pain came from his leg as they kicked at him, and transferred his focus. Pretending to throw a pearl, they disappeared in a cloud of purple particles.  But it wasn't the right color, more of a silverly purple than anything. Likely in imitation of it, meaning that... Techno rolled his eyes, slicing the dagger downwards, a little lower than the throat. A cry of pain came from the ground. The thief reappeared on the floor, the illusion gone once more.

 

A buzz came from his pocket, and techno reached for it. Standing up he pulled out his communicator. The wanna-be thief basically threw himself backwards and darted away, and Techno didn’t make a move to chase after him. Just watched him out of the corner of his eye. Focusing back on the communicator, he saw who was calling him.

 

“Hello Phil”.

Admittedly when Tommy had originally thought that the day was going to be bad. He was only partially correct. The day turned out to be horrendous. Technoblade talked on the communicator with this Phil guy for what seemed like hours. Talked for hours about literally nothing important, just random things that needed to be done and old stories that never made sense, but that was mostly because he could only hear one side of the story. And after that fight with the thief he felt weirdly drained. He didn’t even teleport or anything, but now he just felt tired.

 

That thief was also very confusing to him. That illusion was smart, but when did common thieves learn how to do magic? That advanced as well. Tommy just sighed and wandered around Technoblade. Maybe things had gotten more advanced since he had... left. Now common people could learn magic? He scoffed to himself.

 

He decided to rest, and wake up when something interesting happened.

 

As it turned out, interesting was only an hour away. Tommy woke up to seeing a small cabin covered in snow. There standing on the porch, barely illuminated by the flickering light, was a man with black wings. Which brought the first onslaught of questions. Why did he have wings, why did he need to stand like a gargoyle? Tommy recognized the figure as the person that the thief had originally turned into. Which only answered like 1 question.

 

The voices were going wild at the sight of the bird-man. And Tommy didn’t really until the sky seemed to darken. Tommy looked to see hundreds upon thousands of crows descend from the sky. ...huh..... No wonder a pack of crows is called a murder. If he was just walking down a road and this many crows descended on him, that was just basically a death sentence. All of them were, talking? This interested him greatly, and cautiously he came out of the dagger, to hear the chatter a little better. This caused an uproar from the crows. Many of them flocked to him, standing in the snow around him. Some might have tried to land on him, but they just fell through his form. He laughed as they all started to talk.

 

Child! 

 

GOLD CHILD

 

who is u

 

SHINY

 

SHINY

 

is no one else concerned where this kid came from

 

He started walking around making the birds follow him. It was fully to see all the little footprints left in the snow, all of them making a small circle around where he stood. Almost like a weird cult sign. And when he told the crows as such, it caused an uproar that only made him laugh harder. He looked back to Technoblade and the stranger at the house. They had been talking to one another, but now they were looking at him. Or more accurately the crows that surrounded his invisible form. He wanted to know a little more of what they were talking about, so he walked closer.  Bringing the mass of rows with him. 

 

“Phil, has this been happening since I’ve been gone? I thought your birds liked staying on the roof or something.” Techno was focused on the miniature flock of birds that had gathered around Tommy.

 

“Usually they do, mate. I don’t know what's got their attention.” Phil looked curiously at the crows. “Chat, what are you doing?” All crows looked at Phil, then at each other, and finally back at Phil. All started talking at once. Most nonsensical, some repeating the same things over and over again.

 

This caused them to only sigh and walk inside. Tommy followed them, gaping in awe at the interior. It was well lit, and thoroughly decorated. He walked around the room. There were lots of pillows decorating the couch, a fire burning brightly in the fireplace, and chests lining the wall. Glimpsing into the chests, some had an assortment of items, he moved on from those ones. The one that caught his attention was the chest filled with golden apples, potions, gold, diamonds, any kind of riches that people could imagine. 

 

He turned to look at the two owners of these riches. Techno held out the dagger to Phil. The latter took it gently into his hands. Tommy was slightly concerned at their fascination with his dagger. A crow pecking at the windows grabbed his attention. He walked over and started to coo slightly at the bird. It was a bit larger than the rest of the birds, and seemed very insistent on talking to him.

 

 

Techno had handed the dagger over to Phil, but this had upset his instincts. All of them were screaming to take it back and put it into the hoard. Safe and sound…. He huffed, clearing out the feeling that had started to rise. 

 

“Well mate, looks like a normal dagger… except that.” Phil leaned in closer to look at the inscriptions. “That’s an enchantment that I haven't seen before.”

 

Techno looked closer at the blade as well. Sure enough at the edge of the grip, next to the pommel, was an inscription. It was hard to read since he didn’t have his glasses, but he knew that it was there. “Well Old Man? What are we going to do about this mysterious enchantment then?” Techno avoided a weak attempt to swat him. Phil laughed.

 

“I’m not that old. Anyways I can read this, but only barely. Let’s see if I can try to read it out loud.”

 

"If something explodes I blame you, and you must fix it."

 

"Oh hush...."

 

The room was filled with silence, except for the crackling of the fire. 

 

Phil started to speak, but the words blended into each other. The world seemed to lose its sound. The only noise was the language that Phil spoke in. And when he stopped everything stayed silent for a few more seconds. Some shuffling beside them drew their attention.

 

There standing next to the window was the child. Golden hair that glinted in the fire light. The same golden vest resting on a white shirt, brown pants fit into darker boots. He turned away from the window, and Techno was amazed at the color of his eyes. An electric blue flaked with gold. But his skin was littered with golden pieces, growing every which way.

 

They noticed the gazes, and looked at the wall behind him, back to them. And finally at the wall once more, before putting his hands on his hips. “What are you two idiots looking at?” They took a step forward but stopped as they heard their steps. The boy looked down, lifted his foot again, and stepped. 

 

“Hey mate,” Their eyes snapped to Phil, unnerving him a little. The kid looked at their hands, to his clothes. “It’s alright.” Drawing their attention once more. The child’s eyes flicked to the dagger, and Techno realized that Phil was still holding.

 

“Oh,” Phil realized that he was holding it as well. “Here I’ll put this down.” Letting go of the dagger. Techno’s instincts rioting at the sight of mistreating his hoard. But his attention was dragged to the kid who was now diving towards the falling dagger. The light of the fire hit the gold pieces that littered their skin, and Techno inhaled slightly. For a brief moment, the walls danced in light. Reflecting the beautiful gold etched into them.

 

Techno tried to hold out a hand to stop him, but the kid grabbed the dagger. By the blade. Wincing as it sliced his hands, still refusing to drop it. This caused Phil to flinch back, but Techno stepped forward. Eyes still darting to the walls that had since stopped dancing with light.

 

The kid breathed out, but then realized who he was standing in front of. Scrambled backwards. His eyes shot around before looking at the window, simultaneously fixing his hold on the dagger. Techno stepped forward and the child threw the dagger at the window, shattering it. The dagger sailing through the frigid air, shattered glass everywhere.

 

Techno raised an eyebrow, that was rather counter productive. Throwing away the only weapons they had access to? That wasn’t smart. Phil opened his mouth as if to speak once more, but the child smirked and disappeared.

 

Effectively quieting both of them.

 

“Phil, where did the child go.” 

 

Tommy forced a teleportation, by throwing the dagger through the window. He didn’t even have time to process the fact that he now existed. Or what that entailed. Only focusing on trying to run as far as he could away from the small cabin in snow.

 

He grabbed the dagger buried in the snow, gripping the cold dagger that had been his prison. At least now he could move the prison himself. He could carry himself to any area he wanted now, a grin spreading across his face. Losing focus of his task of running away, his foot slid a little, causing him to nearly fall. He forgot about the snow. Nearly slipping he continued to run, albeit way slower. The teleportation caused him to weaken, but now he had determination to finally be free. 

 

His mind raced with every possibility of experiences he missed out on. The feelings from actually existing to the world was something that he knew he missed, but actually feeling it. It was euphoric in everyway, each pounding breath felt better than the last.

 

He held his cut hand to his chest, cradling it slightly. It wasn’t bleeding, nor did it hurt anymore, but he did catch the dagger by the blade after all. An infection would probably kill him in this state. But he couldn't let them just treat the dagger like that. He didn’t even know how this whole situation worked. He was still tied to the dagger, based on the forced teleportation. But compared to being free after all this time, that mattered very little.  All he had to do was keep it safe and keep it close. Shouldn’t be that hard right?

 

There wasn’t much sound around him, so when he heard the heavy beats of wings, he panicked. His mind raced to the man with wings who was friends with Technoblade. If he was caught he might be in worse trouble than he already was. But what he didn’t realize was that he had begun to slow down.

 

Being dormant within a dagger for so long had taken its toll on his body. His stomach yelled at him, his muscles screaming. His vision was beginning to go out of focus, blurring and spots danced. The only thing that seemed to be working was his sense of hearing. The beats of the wings above him, multiple this time. One large pair of wings and a multitude of smaller ones. But there was another sound, distance, but still there. They were following him, and most likely gaining on him. But being so focused on the sound of the birds proved to be his downfall.

 

He was so focused that he didn’t realize two things. 1, That he was about to run over a pond frozen over, and 2, there had also been a piglin chasing him.

 

He stepped out onto the ice, and immediately tried to back track. Slipping on the frozen pond, and sliding towards the middle of it. A whistling noise flew past him. Turning his head he saw Technoblade, holding a fishing rod.

 

Now that was just insulting.

 

He contemplated throwing the dagger again, but that would really put him out of commission. 

 

A crack split the air. Tensing he looked down, the ice was apparently very thin. And he was right in the middle of it. He looked towards Technoblade, who had seen the ice starting to crack. If a stick like Tommy was cracking the ice, what would the tank of a man like Technoblade do? Tommy really didn’t want to find out. The world was getting rather loud, and there were too many things to look at and comprehend. He saw that Technoblade was talking to him. Probably.

 

Technoblade swung the rod once more, and Tommy flinched backwards away from it, taking a step backwards and falling down. Hard. 

 

The ice gave way, and Tommy was once again submerged in cold. Trying to gasp from the sudden cold, he almost tried to inhale water. He couldn’t swim, and here was the consequence of that. He clutched at the dagger, realizing that his victory would be short lived. Darkness overcame him as the barely shining sun was blocked out. That's got to be some kind of metaphor right? Maybe about how his new life was so shot lived. Whatever he could truly accomplish was gone. A dark blur came in closer. What a horrible way to die.

Notes:

Hello! Thank you all for reading my story, don't worry this isn't the end.....

Maybe

Anyway where did any of come from, for a few days there wasn't even a summary?????

Have a great day and don't forget to touch some grass! =]

Chapter 4: A Hunter's Trap

A crushing pain spiked everywhere in his body, causing him to gasp. He tried to sit up fully, but that just made everything else hurt worse. Instead Tommy settled for looking around the area that he was in. 

 

It was rather plain, there was dust covering many surfaces. A bookcase with an overflowing amount of books. On the bedside table there was a glass of water, and cut up slices of a golden apple. He picked up a slice and started to eat it while continuing to look around. He got through a majority of the slices before realizing.

 

His dagger wasn’t there.

 

He grabbed the blankets piled on top of him and ripped them off. Literally. While grabbing them the sound of ripping filled the air. Tommy stilled, slowly looking down. There were tears in the fabric, and lifting his hands. He noticed that his nails were sharper than they normally were. His eyes traveled up his arms. Looking at the gold that seemed to be embedded in his skin. Touching them, they weren’t sensitive, but picking at them proved to be futile. Only managing to draw a few drops of blood that cleared up instantly. Looking down he also realized that neither of his hands had a scar or even a cut on it. He was pretty sure that he had cut one of them stopping his dagger from hitting the floor.

 

Remembering the dagger he launched out of bed and ran to the door. Shaking the handle, he found that it was locked. Angrily he punched the door. It shook and groaned from the hit. He looked once again at his hand. The redness was slowly starting to fade before his eyes.

 

He looked back at the door and felt a smile form.

Techno perked up at the sound of breaking wood. He grabbed his ax, and patted his leg to make sure the hidden dagger was still there.

 

He had been recovering from jumping into the frozen pond after the child. He still doesn't know why he did it. He could have gotten them out with a fishing rod… Probably.  

 

He walked slowly up the stairs, getting closer to the sound of pounding on wood. When he had reached the top he looked towards the door that the golden child had been in. Watching as the door fell off its hinges. And there stood the golden child. Golden hair flying wildly, the slowly rising sun coming in through the window glinted off the gold covering his arms.

 

He hadn’t realized how GOLD this kid was. But his instincts certainly noticed. He felt himself starting to reach out towards the gold. The sun apparently chose that moment to come out in its full glory. Lighting up the runt entirely. 

 

And Technoblade was gone.

Tommy looked at the piglin who was now blocking his way out. Looking back up at them, he saw that their red eyes were now replaced with black. They raised a hand and started snorting and purring? Tommy stepped back and caused an instantaneous reaction.

 

A whine filled the air, and the piglin hybrid shuffled closer to him, hands outstretched. Tommy crouched and sprung out, dodging underneath them. Nearly losing his footing as he ran down the stairs. Hearing a series of grunts from behind him.

 

He was racing down the stairs fast enough that he couldn’t stop himself from running into the wall. Quickly shaking his head he looked around the room for an exit. THERE ! The door that he had first followed the two men inside with. He ran towards it, still hearing the sounds of distress from the hybrid behind him. 

 

Yanking the door open, he came face to face with the bird man.

 

“Hello there mate. Going somewhere?” They raised an eyebrow and their wings puffed up. They filled the entire door frame. The look in his eyes made Tommy feel uneasy. It was far too possessive for his liking. In fact there were many things about this situation that were not to his liking. 

 

Then he was being picked up, shouting in surprise. Struggling to free his arms.

 

“Ohh mate you're really in deep aren’t you?” Tommy looked back at Phil, who looked close to the way that Technoblade had a few moments ago. Their pupils expanded the more that they looked at him. The looks made him squirm internally. He hated that look.

 

“How about we go to the nest, then everyone can be safe.” Phil touched his cheek, and Tommy tried to bite it. The bird-man moved his hand unfortunately, and started to softly coo and trill at him. 

 

Technoblade maneuvered Tommy, and was now carrying him, bridal-style.  Tommy was still unable to escape. He could only watch as he was carried deeper into the house. Going down more hallways and through more doors than he thought possible for the house. Considering that it was a very small house, well at least from the outside. 

 

They entered one final room.

 

In the center was a giant nest, made out of blankets and furs. And gold covered the walls, swords, to crowns, to small necklaces and nuggets. Tommy was dumbfounded by the intense amount of riches that these psychos had. He was carried directly to the center of the pile of blankets. 

 

He tried to move, but was pulled directly towards the bird man. Who was now obsessed with cuddling him. Taloned fingers crading through his hair, and scratching at his scalp. Causing Tommy to relax against his will. It was still off putting to be experiencing things. To feel the fur, to taste the fresh air, smell the wood, and hear the coos and purrs of the maniacs who kidnapped him.

 

Tommy watched as Technoblade gathered many gold objects, and came over to the nest. Placing a circlet on his head, gold necklace around his neck and placing many rings on his fingers. Technoblade made a whine and gently touched his ear. He shook his head, getting the touch to leave. Looked at the ground, embarrassed and extremely confused as to what was happening.

 

He basically broke into their house, broke the house while trying to escape, and nearly died. Why in Prime’s name did they look at him like he was the most valuable thing in the world? 

 

While he pondered this, he realized that he had been moved once more. He was still pulled into Phil's lap, but Technoblade was doing something with his hair. He never got to see how long it had gotten, as he didn’t have a reflection for 3 years, but he guesses that it must have continued to grow. This was mostly because Technoblade hadn’t finished the braid yet.  

 

He fiddled with the rings trying to clear his mind. Touching the gold made his brain go a little fuzzy. He felt as if he always wanted to have it. He would never take it off again. He couldn’t really tell what was going on around him, but he did know that he was safe.

The Golden Runt was perfect. Perfect for the sounder. Techno purred with satisfaction, but something was off. A breeze coming in through the window made the problem obvious. The den wasn’t safe.

 

Standing up, he walked to the window, shutting it and making sure it was securely tight. He walked out of the room, looking back to see the runt looking slightly unfocused but happy in the nest. Covered in gold, surrounded by furs, and being looked over by Phil. Satisfied he started walking through the house, the dangers became apparent. Windows that were partially open, the doors that were not fully locked, all of it. So Techno went around securing everything, checking locks and making sure the property was safe. 

 

One last look out the window revealed nothing that it hadn’t already. The world covered in white, the dulled green of the forest standing out. A figure could barely be seen, but when Techno looked again it was gone. This set off some alarms in his head. He scowled. 

 

He was the best protector. 

 

He stopped by his weapons room. Grabbing several weapons along the way, securing the other ones, so that they wouldn’t be stolen. It was an advantage and a liability to have so many.

 

Walking back into the room, he set the weapons down carefully against the wall. After making sure that the window was tightened securely, Techno settled down in the nest once more. Phil smiles at him watching him as he looked at the golden runt  sleeping peacefully, the sun coming through the window sinking, and glinting off the runt. Sinking him deeper into his instincts. 

Phil watched as Techno left the room, probably to go off and secure the house. Good. What a good flockmate. A hum coming from the fledgling caused him to focus on the chick.

 

The small golden chick was entranced by the gold that Techno had showered them in. He let out a small coo, the fledgling looking so perfect. Brushing through their hair with his talons, causing the chick to relax. Leaning heavily into him, trills and coos spilling from him. The child leaned into him, and his breathing evened out. Meaning he was asleep.

 

Grabbing some furs, the chick was dwarfed by the large amounts of fur. He could feel himself sink deeper into his instincts. Not noticing as he started to softly call out for the missing flockmates. Techno was close; he knew that but his other son, he missed them dearly. They would love the gold fledgling.

 

Phil heard Techno coming up the stairs, and looked expectantly towards the door as he came through. Smiling, teeth on full display, as Techno entered the nest once again. The two of them staring at the golden child, watching him sleep. Before the moment was inevitably ruined. 

 

The sound of woods smashing made them both move to action. Techno grabbing the weapons and Phil puffing up and raising his wings. A death rattle growing steadily louder.

Notes:

That's two doors down.

I feel bad for them.

Anyways school came and punched me in the face, sorry for the weird pause.

Chapter 5: How to Get Rid of An Intruder

Tommy woke up to a horrific noise. Even when he was half asleep his mind was screaming at him to stay still. To not drag attention to himself, to not be the subject of attention. 

 

A resounding crash caused him to flinch. 

 

He felt something descend over him, it was fuzzy and heavily weighted. He refused to relax, and stayed as still as he could. He tensed when he heard someone speak to him.

 

“Stay here little chick. You’ll be safe in the nest.”

 

He didn’t recognize the voice in the slightest, but something in the back of his mind told him that where he was was safe. He had no idea where that notion came from, but he knew that it was likely wrong. Considering that he didn’t know where he was, there was danger somewhere near him, and someone he didn’t know was telling him to stay where he was. 

 

His life of freedom really wasn’t going the way that he had planned.

 

He really didn’t know if he should stay here or try to leave. If these people managed to save him from dying, and keep him from running away, who says they wouldn’t just do it again? But, if someone managed to break into this house in the middle of nowhere they were here on purpose. And the only person who would do that would be someone with a grudge, or a death wish.

 

Dream .

 

Tommy realized he was either going to be stuck with Dream again, forever. Or with Technoblade and Phil in unknown circumstances and no idea of their goals.

 

Tommy had heard of the expression, “Rather the devil you know, than the one you don’t”, but he really hated the devil he knew. Probably more than the devil that he didn’t. 

 

He really wanted to go back to sleep. Making decisions was hard. And doing them in life threatening situations, no thank you. 

 

Tommy started to move the blanket off his head, before a sharp click filled the air. His body froze again. He didn’t know where that noise was coming from, all he knew is that he hated it and it made him feel scared. He started to fidget with the golden rings on him, starting to lose focus on the world around him. The darkness made him nervous, he couldn’t see what was going on around him.

 

Voices started to speak but he really couldn’t understand, they were too far away. And besides he was safe .

“Dream was it? What exactly are you doing here… In my home.” Techno watched every move that the intruder made. They had ruined the front door and now the cold wind was coming inside. The fire grew weaker.

 

“You said if I wanted my dagger back I could fight you again. Technoblade .” Pulling out their ax they raised it at him. The enchantments glinting off the netherite. “And I want it back.”

 

Technoblade grabbed his ax as well. “And you seem to have forgotten the timeline I gave.” He heard the swarm of angry voices overtake his thoughts.

 

“I remember saying you could challenge me in the next 100 years .” Techno tightened his grip on the ax, “And for as long as I have lived, 100 years never pass that fast.”

 

They ran at each other.

 

Dream sung first, and Techno dodged. Feeling the wind of the ax bush past his arm. He swung his ax and aimed for Dream’s torso. Dream pulled up a shield barely blocking him at the last second. They pulled the shield back, causing Techno to jerk his arm a little, but not by much. Dream dropped his shield, and Techno pulled back the ax and pulled out a potion of weakness. Dream tilted his head, and pulled out a potion of his own. Invisibility. Both threw their potions at the same time. Both hitting Dream.

 

The two similar potions took effect immediately. Techno saw Dream disappear, but heard the grunt of pain when the weakness hit. He readied his stance and listened closely for the shuffle of feet. He knew that Dream hadn’t fallen down, because he could hear a slight pant near him. The floor squeaked. There .

 

Techno swung his ax, aiming near the spot where the floor had sounded. The sound of fabric ripping filled the air. He was close, but not close enough. He stepped back and tried to listen again, but was struck in the arm. Barely managing to lift his ax in time deflect some of the blow. But was not as lucky as he would have hoped. Taking the advantage of Dream being near he swung the ax, his arm shooting spikes of pain though his body. 

 

He struck his target, hearing a body hit the floor. He pulled out some water and poured it on them. They were still invisible, but he could see where the water had soaked through. 

 

He walked over to his fridge and pulled out the milk. Walking back over and pouring some on Dream. 

 

They were sitting on the floor, hands pressed against a slash on his side. As he walked over Techno kicked their ax away from them, sending it skidding across the floor. Techno knelt down and ripped off the mask. Toxic green eyes met blood red. 

 

“I don’t think you realize the consequences of your actions. Seeing as I found out your little secret about the gold dagger.” He grabbed Dream by the neck and lifted him. “So I suggest you start talking about it, or more specifically him .”

 

Dream only smiled, blood filling his teeth. The golden dagger in his hand. Slashing at the arm that held him. Techno dropped him. A crazed laugh filled the air followed by coughs. 

 

“Like I would ever tell you.”

 

A screech filled the air, and both men turned towards the stairs. A door was slammed shut, and in front of it stood a child.

 

There, in all of his golden glory was his runt. Techno saw a flash of gold glide by his face. The dagger flew through the air to the child. They caught it with ease, and stared at the intruder, eyes glowing golden.

 

“Dream, that dagger doesn’t belong to you.”

Techno turned to see Dream look panicked. Taking a step back, but looking straight at the runt. His runt . He lifted his ax, but the glint of gold drew his eyes once more. The runt was walking towards the intruder. He wanted to reach out and hold back the golden runt, but the voices screamed at him to watch.

 

He watched as the child walked slowly up and held the dagger at Dream’s throat. Dream laughed

 

“Tommy! I’ll be honest that I thought I was rid of you forever. But good things never last, do they?” A sneer crossed his face. “Couldn’t you have just stayed dead.”

 

The runt, no… Tommy , only stared at Dream. “I never died. I was there for the three years.” Techno could barely see Tommy’s face, but could hear their voice clear as day. “But unlike you, I know how to properly rid myself of you. forever”

 

“You make sure they're dead first.”

 

If Techno hadn’t had his enhanced hearing he would have heard that last bit. But he didn’t need enhanced eyesight to see the clear, and concise movements that Tommy made. The white shirt slowly becomes red like a blooming rose, moving outward from the golden dagger now protruding from Dream’s chest.

 

 

Tommy stepped back, letting the dagger leave his hands. Horrified at what he did. He didn’t even know what he did. Five seconds ago he was in the nest thing, next to the bird man. Then suddenly he was basically clipping through walls and stabbing Dream. 

 

He had always wanted to be free of Dream, but at this cost?

 

Eh it was worth it. 

 

He turned his back to face the rest of the room. Technoblade was looking straight at him, and suddenly he felt very small. He was used to not being seen, or even heard.

 

“So… Uhm…..” Tommy tried to start, but he noticed as Technoblade’s demeanor shifted. Hearing the floor creak Tommy tried to turn around, but felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down, his shirt had the tip of a golden blade protruding from it. 

 

“Thanks for the advice. I’ll take it to heart.”

Techno watched helplessly as Tommy was stabbed. The roar of the voices overtook any possibility for thought. Shifting his grip on the ax, he swung. The head of the intruder rolled on the floor, staining it with filth. 

 

He looked to the runt, who had foolishly pulled out a dagger somehow. Which would have been impressive if it wasn’t so stupid. He saw as their eyes closed, their face screwed in pain, before relaxing. Tommy's whole body tilting forward.

 

Techno looked up to see Phil, who had decided it was the perfect time to finally come downstairs. Feathers in disarray, and pupils blown wide. They latched onto the child who was now falling forward. Letting out an ear piercing screech at the sight of his fledgling’s blood. 

 

The dagger was still clutched in the child’s hands, and Technoblade was considering throwing away the cursed blade. He watched as Phil picked up the child and ran to the potion’s cabinet. They threw open the doors and grabbed a pink swirling potion. Techno grabbed some bandages and walked over, watching as Phil carefully removed the stained white shirt. 

 

But nothing stopped the shock that came next.

 

Phil dropped the bottle, and Techno blacked at seeing the skin neatly knit itself back together. The blood that had been staining the shirt had moved back towards the wound. Slowly moving.

 

Techno watched as the boy’s eyes fluttered open, and stared at the two of them. 

 

“Uhhhhhh hi?”

Tommy realized that as soon as he managed to pull out the dagger, that it was a bad idea. Remembering something about plugging up a bleeding wound to stop it from bleeding out. Mentally shrugging, and cursing himself at his stupidity. He wasn’t even sure if he would always have self-healing. He had just decided to act without thinking, yet again.

 

But apparently it had worked when he woke up to his chest exposed and the piglin and bird-man standing over him. “Uhhhhhhh hi?” He tried to sit up and the bird-man started to freak out, so he continued just slower.

 

“Are you two alright? You look like you just had an aneurysm.” Tommy felt his stomach drop when he remembered Dream. Trying to twist around was a little difficult, but it became more so when Technoblade and Phil stopped him from doing so.

 

“How are you alive right now mate?” Phil’s hand hovered right above the now faint scar in the middle of his chest. He scowled and swatted his hand away. 

 

“I don’t really know. To be honest I don’t even know how I’m not a dagger anymore.” He looked pointedly at Phil, “You did some weird magic thingy and now I can actually be seen. So forgive me if I don’t know what is happening.” He threw his hands up in the air.

 

Both men flinched at the sudden movements, causing him to giggle. 

 

The piglin sighed, and Tommy looked at him. 

 

“Do you care to explain anything about what just happened?” Tommy looked down at his hands.

 

“I guess I could tell you about it.” He looked up to the two hybrids. “It’s a rather long story though.”

 

Techno crossed his arms, but stopped when Phil grabbed one. 

 

“You can tell us your story mate while I clean up Techno.”

 

Tommy nodded and began to ramble. Talking about how Dream had chased him through the forest, and said some weird magic thing and then the next thing he knew was that no one could hear him, but he could see and hear everything. How Dream had enchanted the blade, and how that had hurt. The 3 years had become a blur of blood and fights, until Technoblade had challenged Dream. He had realized that he could talk to Technobalde’s voices that followed him around. 

 

Both men just stared at him. Tommy continued and pointedly chose to ignore the stares,

 

The trip to Phil with the magic thief. “It was weird to look at him, cause I could see that something was up, but I couldn’t figure out what. I yelled at the voices to tell Technoblade that the guy was a fake, and fortunately the message got across.” Tommy kicked his leg out and started to swing them as he talked, still sitting on the table. 

 

“Then we got here and I guess you know the rest. You said some weird magic thing and then you could see me.” He shrugged and stopped swinging his legs when he looked at the golden dagger in his hand. He brought it up to his eye level, and examined it.

 

He picked at the blood that had started to scab, and ran his fingers over the engraved words. 

 

He perked up when Phil started to speak to him. “That is a very interesting story mate. But you never mentioned what your name was.”

 

Tommy hummed, “The name’s Tommy!”

 

Phil nodded, “Well Tommy, it seems that you are exhausted. Why don’t you go back to the nest and take a nap? I’ll help you up.” 

 

Tommy shook his head, “I think that I’ve taken enough of your time, I think I should be leaving.” He hopped down from the table but was stopped when he felt two hands grab his arms.

 

“What do you mean by that little fledgling? You are home now. You should rest. Little fledglings need their rest.”

 

Tommy stared in horror as he remembered how he had gotten into the nest in the first place. How weird and creepy the two of them had acted. “I really think I should be going tho-” He was cut short when he felt himself rise into the air. 

 

He was being carried up the stairs by Technoblade, unable to fight back. 

 

They made it up the stairs and into the nest, where Techno stopped him from leaving. Heaving many blankets of fur onto him. He tried to fight off the sleep that came easily with exhaustion. After all, he was safe .

Many miles away a young bard looked at his communicator. A message from his father. 

 

“Co me home, we have a little surprise for you”.

 

Attached was a slightly blurred picture of a child with bright yellow hair, peacefully sleeping in what he assumes to be his father’s nest. 

 

He crooned at the thought of holding the golden child. 

 

Placing his guitar in its case and putting it on his back he set off back home. Home to his family, and the new golden child.

Notes:

Thank you guys for reading my first fic!

And yes I did add some puns. No I am not sorry.

Sorry if it feels rushed, I couldn't really figure out how to end it.

This was a fun concept to write about though.

Have a great day and don't forget to touch some grass :]