Ranboo is triggered into an enderwalk trance, leading to the death of his husband and the burning of his house. When he finds a mysterious line written in his journal, Ranboo suspects the terrorist Dream is behind the plot. But even the simplest ans...
A raw, throaty yell boomed throughout the house, echoing down from the second floor: "PHILZA!!" The ex-convict flinched. Dear, gods, he thought, what had Techno found?
Dream raced up the stairs and down the hall to the source of the cries. There, he found the warrior piglin on his knees, desperately trying to shake his father awake. "PHIL?! PHIL, WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU?! PHIL!!"
The slight graying of the old man's skin and his muted mumbles all pointed to one thing: "They nightmared him."
Techno snapped his head in Dream's direction. "They WHAT?!"
"Nightmared," the ex-con repeated. "A dreamon trapped him in an unholy nightmare. It's..." He sighed. "You can't wake him up because he's being possessed."
"HEH?!"
The Blood God turned back to his father, and, with a new sense of vigor, shook the man's limp and frail body. "Philza! Philza, listen to me! You have to wake up!"
Using what little strength he had left, Dream yanked the mighty warrior away from the elder, letting the unconscious human drop down to his bed. "Techno, stop it! It's no use!" Dream yelled. "He can't hear you!"
The piglin wrenched himself free from the ex-con's hold, and gave him a resentful glare. "Then how are we supposed to save him, huh?! Wait until he's an abomination from hell?!"
"Yes," the other monotoned. "Yes, that is the only way to free Philza. We have to wait for him to turn so we can cleanse his spirit. That is the only way!"
Techno scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn't particularly like the idea of waiting out a demonic possession, but if that's the way it had to be, then wait he would.
A tense silence lingered in the room before Dream's quiet question broke the ice: "You mentioned a kid, right? Where is it?"
The piglin seethed with rage, releasing a powerful exhale through his nose. "Gone," he snarled. Techno raised his fist to the ceiling, and roared, "I swear to all the gods who hear me that I will have justice!! I will avenge my family like the hero I never was!! Just give me a sign-"
"Oh, hi, there!"
The two allies whirled around to find a viscous, green goo oozing out the far wall. They watched in horror and disgust as the slippery substance coagulated into a semi-solid, complete with human clothes and a pair of glasses. The being smiled. "My name is Charlie. Who are-"
The warrior piglin took a menacing step forward, murder in his gaze. "I swear to everything that's holy that if you're one of those dreamons, I'll-"
Dream leaped into the fray, holding the hybrid back by grabbing his bicep. "Techno, no! It's fine. He's a slime!"
The Blood God's blood-thirsty demeanor instantly gave way to one of suspect. "Alright...What are you doing here, then? Spying on us?"
Unaware of the blatant threat, the slime lightly bounced on the balls of his feet, happy to have their attention. "I was just scooting on by down below, and I thought I heard something about dreamons. Am I right?" The two allies nodded. "Well, I've seen a lot of dreamons recently, and they're pretty scary. One time, at a morning meeting, Quackity said-"
Techno's vision went red, his focus fixating on the one name in the slime's sentence. "Quackity? Quackity's behind this?!"
Dream's face fell. He knew that tone of voice, the one that stood so close to the edge of sanity and chaos- the warrior piglin was about to explode. "Techno, wait. That's not what he meant."
"Of course!" the warrior ranted, now pacing the length of the room. "It has to be him! He's doing this to get even with me. I give him that ugly scar, and he goes after my father. An eye for an eye. I should've known."
A look of sudden epiphany flashed over the piglin's face, just before he dashed out of the room. "Come on, Dream! We gotta go!"
The ex-con ran to the doorway of the bedroom, sticking his head into the empty hall. He could hear the piglin causing a ruckus in one of the other rooms. "Where?!"
"Las Nevadas! Let's go!"
"But we don't have any weapons!"
"We'll use Phil's!"
Loyalty to his ally drove the man out of the room, leaving Charlie alone with an unconscious Philza. The slime hummed. "I was just wondering if they knew about that secret dreamon lair I'd found. Oh, well! Back to helping Quackity!" The gelatin-based humanoid reduced itself down to a syrupy sludge, and seeped back into the walls.
As the two men prepared for battle, the slime unknowingly prepared for war.
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TECHNO'S GOING ON A RAMPAGE!!
Vote to help Dream keep up Lol XD
As always, thank you so much for the support!! Starting now, chapters will be 500-1000 words or more in length, so yayyy longer chapters!! Stay tuned for updates!! <333
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[Image Credits] "Green Slime" (Cropped Slightly) by Justin Ennis (https://www.flickr.com/photos/averain/6709246017/)
