#technohelps | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

corpse-mira · 3 years ago

Text

"it shouldn't be that long" he whispered after engraving another line in the wall of the prison cell. He was slowly losing count of how long he's been stuck here but he knew it was way too long.

"It shouldn't be that long..." he repeated, looking at the small stack of raw potatoes in the corner. The only food Sam was willing to give him. It was awful, it had no taste or maybe he just got so used to it that he no longer could differentiate the taste?

"It shouldn't be that long!" he screamed, throwing another book into lava. Another book full of words and drawing that made no sense to anyone but him.

He was slowly losing sanity, he could still hear the ticking of the clock that hasn't even been there for at least a month. He didn't know if he was cold or hot, was he tired or bored, was he alive or dead?

To him, this cell could as well be his limbo. Everything in the cell seemed to mock him. The lava that was as hot and bright as the sun that was always shining over dream smp, the empty books that would normally be filled within hours with the tales of his adventures, plans, and even messages to Sapnap and George...

Sapnap and George... Where were they? It shouldn't take so long. They'd come for him, right? Or at least visit him? He vaguely remembered Sapnap's visit. He came when Dream THOUGHT he was at his lowest. Oh, if he only knew how high above the bottom he was back then.

Sapnap seemed serious but Dream could hear his slightly trembling voice when he promised he'd be the one to kill him if he ever escapes. Would he keep his promise? "WILL he keep his promise?" Dream corrected himself. He will get out of here. He will break out. It just... It shouldn't take so long.

What about George? Dream could swear he heard him once, as if from behind a wall. Crying and apologizing. George sounded... distressed. Dream couldn't make out what exactly was George saying, all he knew was that it didn't sounded good.

On rare occasions that Dream would fall asleep, he often dreamed of George. He dreamed of early days of Dream smp. Just him and his friends.

At least that's how it was at first. Now all his dreams were set in the same prison cell that he spent his days in. Each time it looked worse. The place was becoming more and more dark and dirty and gloomy and moldy... The water in the sink and in the corner smelled like shit. The cell itself smelled like shit... and blood, obviously. Quackity cared to always come and "play" with Dream but he never cared to clean up. Why would he?

Quackity. He was the only one that would visit for so long. He wanted the revive book and he wouldn't take no for an answer. Each day... Each day he would come and bring his set of "play toys"...

"play toys my ass, fucking torture devices..." Dream scoffed. He no longer minded having conversations with himself. At first he wanted to appear sane and brave to Sam, as if being locked up wasn't affecting him at all. He wanted Sam to look at him and see a man that KNEW he was getting out soon. But Dream was wrong, it's been months and he still was there. Once he gave up on that thought, he decided he no longer cared to appear sane in the eyes of the Warden.

"It shouldn't be that long!" Quackity yelled, striking again Dream's arm with netherite axe, making sure the cut is not deep enough to slice off the arm but deep enough to not heal too quickly, even with the weak regeneration potions he would give Dream. "Why is it taking so long, Dream? Why don't you just TELL ME? Is your memory so hazy or are you that fucking stupid?!" he wiped the sweat of his forehead, leaving a bloody trail instead. He laughed but to Dream it sounded like he's one step away from going crazy. He knew he was right, he was there not so long ago. Dancing on that crumbling edge of insanity. He often heard people saying "I might be crazy but at least I'm free". He was crazy... but he wasn't free. He didn't even have a freedom of choice whether he lives or dies. Quackity and Sam made sure he stays alive, even if all he does is barely breath.

Yet he hoped, each time the blurred shadow of Quackity left his cell, he hoped that today he's gonna stop breathing.

"It shouldn't be that long..." if it wasn't for the deafening silence in the room, no one would hear his words.

Unbeknownst to him, at the same time, George was once again standing in front of the prison. Looking up at the dark building that never failed to send shivers down his spine. He was standing there, trying to calculate if there is any way in or out of prison that doesn't involve meeting the Warden. Trying to figure out all the little tricks and traps, planning what would he need if he came to break out Dream. He wanted to break him out, right?

Of course he did. Dream is his best friend, his soulmate... He loved him and Dream loved him... At least that's what George chose to believe. And it was this thought that kept him motivated to come here every night.

He stared again at the walls keeping him away from Dream. Thinking once again about the plan to get him out. Yet, in the back of his head he knew that the thing that was stopping him from trying wasn't the complexity of the challange... It was his own feelings. Because if he has to reassure himself that he wants Dream out, maybe... maybe it's not true? George knew he had to make up his mind soon, why was it taking him so long?

"it shouldn't be that long..." he lowered his head and slowly walked away from the prison.

When Technoblade came to visit Dream and instead of saving him, he got stuck with him, Dream broke down. He viewed Techno as his last hope. He gave up on Sapnap and George weeks ago. He wasn't mad at them... He was hurt but he hoped that they were doing okay.

Techno's mild optimism was getting on Dream's nerves though he had to admit it was a nice change to all that time he spend in prison, a bit of... normality.

With Technoblade in his cell and Quackity and Sam absence, Dream allowed himself to relax a bit and for the first time since being locked up he even slept for around an hour without any breaks. It wasn't a nice sleep but it wasn't the worst. When he woke up he felt a heavy, furry cape on his back. He looked at the pink haired man, only to see him looking through one of the notebooks.

"It shouldn't be that long." Techno said and looked at confused Dream. "The hallway, it seemed much shorter when Sam was bringing me here." Dream grunted and got up to sit properly and reached for the notebook. He studied his drawings for a moment before saying anything.

"He must have changed it... I wasn't here till the very end. Last time i willingly visited this place was around two weeks before Sam finished building it." Techno only nodded before getting up and walking over to the potatoes he put near the lava. He grabbed one and handed it to Dream."Eat. You can't die on me from starvation."

---

"IT SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN THAT LONG, QUACKITY!" Sam was currently yelling at Quackity. Both of them met up on Sam's little island. Quackity was just telling Sam about his new plan to get his hands on the revive book. "it was a mistake to let you in once, yet I kept doing it for so long... I shouldn't have... You promised you'd-"

"I promised and I will deliver, Sam. You just need to let me do my thing, you know?" Q smiled wildly at Sam and put his arm around the Warden. "it's taking a while cause Dream- he just... He just CAN'T get it straight, you know? He still thinks he has power. He still believes he's in control even though i SHOWED HIM. Over and over again... How wrong he is." Sam observed in horror as his son was going from happy and confident to crazy and dangerous in a matter of seconds. Even though he knew he shouldn't let him in the prison ever again... he knew he would.

"It shouldn't be that long, Sam, before Dream finally breaks. Don't worry, man!" Quackity bid Sam farewell and left the creeper king to pounder by himself.

---

"YOU ASKED FOR A BELL??? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? WE COULD BE FREE! ALL YOU HAD TO DO, TECHNO, WAS TO WISH FOR US TO BE OUT OF HERE! YOU- I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" Dream was frantically walking around the cell, pinching punching the walls, yelling at Techno, and trying to stop the tears from falling. Why would he do that? Was it some sick joke? Was he also there to torture him?

"Bruh, chill out, i need my bell." Techno ignored the cries of the masked man and kept on ringing his brand new bell. Dream dropped to his knees and clenched his jaw. He could feel the taste of blood on his tongue from biting his lip too hard. Soon his cheeks were wet from tears. Everything was becoming too much. All the anger, all the emotions, the darkness of the cell with the brightness of the lava, the ringing of that GODDAMN BELL pissed him off so much. He didn't notice when he fell asleep from exhaustion.

Techno looked at the limp body of his cell mate when he heard shuffling and some whispers. Dream was talking in his sleep. "it shouldn't... It shouldn't be that... long... I'm- help- I'm sorry, sir... Yes, sir"

Suddenly all the voices in Techno's head seemed to copy Dream's words.

Yes, sir

yES SIR

SORRY

HELP

HELP HIM

IT SHOULDN'T be that long

HOW long???

Long! Help him

Blood

Sir? He said SIR?

We getting out?

Technohelp?

"Dream... Dream, wake up" he shook the boy, trying to wake him up as gently as he could.

"no. You're a fucking dumbass, i don't wanna talk with you" Dream tried to turn around but all the pain in his body stopped him.

"even about an escape plan?" Dream slightly raised his head to look at Techno who had a big, cheeky smile on his face. Maybe if it wasn't for the tusks he would find more comfort in it but it was good enough for now.

After talking and brainstorming for a few hours, they came up with a plan. A seemingly easy but time and energy consuming plan. They decided to break the blocks below the water in the corner. They'd switch places after every block, then once they dig deep enough, they should find themselves in the dungeons. There they'd defeat the guardian and move on to run away as fast as possible.

It's been days since they started. Good thing Sam didn't visit ONCE, though it also meant their food supply was running low. If Dream's calculations were right, he would only have to dig three more times.

He was wrong, thankfully not too wrong. After two additional blocks, they finally found themselves face to face with the guardian. With no weapons the fight wasn't that easy. Good thing they both were excellent fighters, even in their current form. Once the guardian was down, they run for their lives. They run... and they run... and they run...

"IT SHOULDN'T BE THAT LONG! WHAT'S GOING ON?" Dream started to panic a bit, all the corridors making him confused. Before he could say anything else, he felt Techno's hand cover his mouth and shush him. He wanted to protest but before he even tried, he heard Sam and other wardens running around and screaming at each other, trying to find them. He also finally heard the sirens. They had to act fast before even more people come to hunt them down.

A sudden explosion on the other side of the prison was like a miracle. All the guards run towards the source of the noise while Dream and Techno finally catch a breath. Dream wanted to move along but Techno didn't budge. His ears were twitching as if he tried to listen in on something.

"what are you doing? We need to move." Dream looked at the him irritated.

"i think our exit is right... here" as he said it, a block broke and sunlight hit Dream's face for the first time this year. He was almost blinded by it. Escaping at night would be much more convenient but without the clock how could they know?

He slowly moved towards the light, shielding his face with his hand and squeezing his eyes, trying to see anything. Once his eyes adjusted a bit, he could see a shape of a man... A man he missed so bad all this time. One he gave up on, the one he loved so dearly and maybe he still does.

"George?" he asked shyly.

"Dream..." the man in white goggles came up closer to Dream. "Dream, i- it shouldn't have taken me so long... I'm-"

"DREAM! WATCH OUT!" Technoblade screamed when he saw the sword in George's hand but he was too late.

George looked at the shocked face of his best friend, his body slowly falling in his arms. Blood spilling all around them.

"I'm sorry, Dream. You'll be truly free now, I promise."

A painful smile on George's face and a few tears rolling down his face and falling on Dream's mask were the last things Dream saw before he finally felt the last breath leave his body. George took off Dream's mask and put his hand on his cheek. It looked kind of grotesque as his normally pale hand looked so tanned due to the contrast with Dream's white and bruised skin.

"I'll see you soon, Dream. You'll be safe in my world."

0 notes