𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙮-𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚

ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ
ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏʙʟᴀᴅᴇs ʙᴀsᴇ

Everyone was gathered outside Technoblade's base when he and Vienna had emerged from the depths. They looked deadly in their new armor, and with their new weapons. Vienna looked at the people she had spent many months with and seen the person they all grew to be from these awful circumstances.

To put it simply, she was proud of them.

"Took ya' long enough!" Tommy shouts as he spots the two coming from the closing doorway in the side of the hill, Vienna smiles and shakes her head, watching as the boy looks between her and the pink haired man walking beside of her. He smiles.

The pair join the others, each holding a weapon glowing a royal blue, lighting up the ground below them. When they were close enough, Vienna felt the energy shift in the group, noticing that the moment was settling in, finding a home in their nerves to scare them later as they slept, if they ever did. Technoblade could feel it too, seeing some hands shaking, peoples faces turning pale as if about to be sick, and of course the emotionless one like Wilbur.

The man wearing a dark beanie, not to be confused with Quackity, was standing more off to the side, yet still in the circle the others had formed unknowingly. He stares holes at every 'friend' gathered around him, not knowing if he could trust any of them. Wilbur had many plans, so many that the walls of the button room couldn't even begin to store, but every one led right back to the people who stood before him, if they survived that is..

with the plans Wilbur had, he knew he wasn't going to see these people again, or this land.

Minutes before the battle now, the outcasts were on the move, again Wilbur near the back while Tommy and Technoblade led the way on the rolling hills and fallen trees. A broken railroad sat patently for repairs, unaware that it would never get them after today, that would led them straight to the heart of Manburg, the heart of Jschlatt's empire. They were easy with their steps, shaking hands still very much real, most of the revolutionist didn't know what to do, what to say, in this situation. everyone just sort of nodded to each other as they snuck through the bright day sun.

they were scared, and weren't ready, yet they pursued despite the reigning fact that most of them would never see the light of the sun again. Or feel the grass tickle their skin, or the heat radiating off of the sun. They wouldn't feel the cool water of summer rush over their heads, or the salty breeze as they stand on the beach.

They wouldn't feel anything at all, but everything at once. They would be everywhere, yet no where at the same time.

ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴀʀʟɪᴇʀ
ᴇʀᴇᴛ's ᴄᴀsᴛʟᴇ

Deep within the comforts of the Dream City, a man wearing a silver crown sat atop of his throne in his castle, watching as a man wearing a deep forest green sweatshirt with dark purple armor strapped overtop walk in with his goons. They conjugated at the doorway to his throne room, swords drawn and devilish plans.

The man wearing the crown is Eret, a close friend of Vienna, though is seen as a traitor to everyone else who was once apart of L'Manburg. Eret had his reasons for betraying everyone, but no one cared to listen. No one cared that he did it for safety, and not for power. Of course, seeing as he was the king now, the only message that came off to the ones he betrayed was that he did indeed do everything for power.

He didn't want power, he wanted friends.

"Gentlemen, what brings you here?" Eret asks politely, though a small part of him knew the answer. Dream, the man wearing the forest green, walks slowly up to the king as he stand, crown staying put on his head. Under the mask, Dream didn't have his mask, and he was smiling.

Not a happy smile, no. This was a smile of a mad man, of a boy turned into a psychopath. Dream had come to Eret for one thing, and he was getting it weather he had to run him through with a sword or not. Though he was liking the sword idea better then the conversation part.

"Eret," Dream started, staying one step down from the king, while the others blocked the doors and watched the windows. Eret counted six people entering the room, each decked out in netherite armor and weapons. Bows strapped around their shoulders, arrows loaded into quivers. They looked ready to kill. They were armed and dangerous.

"I have a question for you," Dream says, his voice echoing around the throne room. Eret was standing, waiting at the top of the stairs as Dream was positioned at the foot of them. Eret waited for the man to continue as he glanced at the others who surrounded him, all holding weapons, some pulling back arrows and aiming them at the ground.

"What do you think gives you your power?" Dream says, stepping up to be right under Eret, looking right into his sunglass. "Why do you think I made you king?" Eret struggles with his answer, knowing that he would be dead instantly if he said the wrong thing in front of this man, this very powerful man that is. It wasn't like Dream was harmless and didn't have many other people in the room, who were also very powerful.

No, not at all..

Though, Eret never had to form an answer, dream wasn't going to let him finish anyways. "I made you king, after you betrayed L'Manburg and after Vienna left- nor much damage done there though-" Dream waves off to the side, as if the dark haired woman Eret called a friend was there, shooing her away. The others gathered around the perimeter laughed, everyone but two. Sapnap and George. "I made you king after realizing you were the most likely to switch, Eret, like Vienna did." Hearing his name being spit out the way it was by Dream made Eret flinched.

"I needed to keep you in check, but now, I need you to take off your crown." Eret has to replay the words Dream said over in his mind a few times, seeing if he had heard him right. Dream took the final step to be right up in the kings face, gripping the sword in hand dangerously tight.

"I need you to bow down to a new ruler, or die." the men gathered around the sides drew their weapons up, pointing arrows and swords towards the two in the middle. Eret noticed that Dreams face was serious, that he would kill the man right here and now if he didn't concede, if he didn't yield to the man standing in front of him. If he didn't take his crown off.

"You're trying to dethrone me?" Eret asks, staring right into Dreams green eyes, seeing the true intentions behind the front he had set up. "You're trying to take away my crown, while threatening me in my own home?" Eret defends himself, defending his throne. He may not have wanted the crown, but he didn't want Dream to rule over everything either. He knew the danger that was this man, the terror he would cause to those Eret held dear.

He couldn't let that happen, there was already enough pain.

Dream smiled again, seeing how Eret was beginning to get angry. Dream admired his confidence, his will to challenge him. But everyone knew that Dream would end up on top, he always did. The man wearing green shrugged, continuing with his current plan.

"I'm not trying anything, King." Dream starts, a sickening smile crossing over his face as he lifts his sword, and digging it into Eret's gut. Dream's followers are shocked, this wasn't the plan they were told to follow, this wasn't what they signed up to do. "I'm doing."

Eret feels the sword run straight through his body, piercing right out the other side. He felt the blood running out of him wound as Dream retracts his blade, not moving to clean the blood off of his sword. Dream still smiles.

The men gathered around the edges of the throne room are shouting protests, they didn't want to help kill Eret, they all respected him in all honesty. The only reason they were here was because they were afraid of what Dream would do if they said no, if they didn't follow through with his twisted reasons. Dream said that they were just going to dethrone Eret, and give the crown to George, give the throne to his friend. They never knew that Dream was going to kill Eret. They weren't aware that they would witness the murder of a man, of a good, kind man..

The crown falls first, then goes Eret on his knees in front of Dream as the last life runs out of his body, spilling onto the floor with his blood. He falls over, limp on the floor as the bows are dropped, and the swords are relaxed. Dream leans down, and picks up the crown, not bothering to clean the blood off of it either. He walks to George, who's face is pale, and his mouth open in shock.

"You killed him.." A man wearing a hood, dark red horns peaking out from his forehead that curved into ones that resembled a bucks almost, spoke. Dream turned to him, staring into his red eyes, his jet black skin, and nods.

"Yes, Bad, I did kill him." Dream says proudly, like this was a competition he had won, like this was something to be proud of. "He was an obstacle in the way,"

"He didn't deserve this man, and you know it." Punz says next, anger and hurt evident in his facial expression. He wasn't the closest with the king, but he was considered a friend. Everyone stares at the dead body on the dais, the blood dripping down the stairs onto the marble flooring, coating everything in the red liquid. Dream turns his head around to Punz, the silver crown lifting to the motionless George, and glares at the blonde man.

"Maybe not, maybe he didn't deserve to die, but he would have been in the way." Dream says calmly, placing the bloodied crown atop Georges head, seeing his eyes still focusing on Eret's lifeless face, knowing he'd never see him again.

No one else dared to speak, or move until dream said something. They didn't dare step out of line, not after seeing how easily it was for Dream to change his mind. George didn't dare take the crown off, not even as the cold blood drips into his hair, and down his face.

They follow Dream as he leaves, closing the doors behind them, not looking back to the cold body on the floor. They couldn't bring themselves to look back at the man who lies with a pool of blood circling his figure.

Standing outside, Dream smiles.

"Long live the king."

𝟷𝟾𝟿𝟺 ᴡᴏʀᴅs

ᴀ/ɴ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ sᴋɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʏ! ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ

ᴀʟsᴏ, sᴏʀʀʏ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs:/