"Dream, I swear it'll be just like old times- you, me, and Philza against the world."
Dream huffed, watching his breath form a small cloud of fog in the cold, winter air. "This is nothing like L'Manberg," the ex-dictator muttered.
The rhythmic crunching of Techno's boots against the freshly fallen snow came to a stop. "Oh, yeah?" the piglin challenged, his back to his ally. "Let me see if I got this right: Dream, Philza, and Technoblade are planning to overthrow the government of Wilbur Soot- the megalomaniac." The mighty warrior finally turned to face the ex-con, his expression solemn and full of dread. "It's not like L'Manberg. It is L'Manberg."
Dream sighed, rubbing his hands up and down his arms as they continued their journey. "I just don't understand why this keeps happening," he protested. "All these wars. They're endless."
Techno shrugged. "That's how it is with history," he explained. "These things come in cycles, with the fools in power repeating the world's tragedies 'til the end of time." The piglin paused for a moment, then added, "But I'm sure that dreamon has something to do with it, too."
Dream let out a laugh, and shook his head with a smile. "I guess you're right," he said. "You know, if history keeps repeating itself, then I could just call-"
"Shh!"
Techno suddenly stopped at the edge of the pine wood forest, his senses alert to his surroundings. "Do you hear that?"
The ex-convict was puzzled. Not a sound could be heard across the plains of The Syndicate. "No. I don't hear anything."
"Exactly."
Something wasn't right- Techno could feel it in his blood. Usually at this time of day, he'd hear animals grazing nearby, or the playful squeals of a certain baby piglin. If there was no activity, neither humanoid nor animal, then something had to be amiss. Something or someone had scared them off; he would have to investigate.
Like a predator chasing after its prey, Techno bolted out from the shelter of the woods, his eyes set on Philza's cabin.
"Techno!"
Dark thoughts formed in the piglin's mind as he neared his destination. What had happened while he was in prison? Had an unknown being entered the compound? Attacked his family? Techno silently cursed whoever had tampered with the order of things. If any harm had come to his family, blood would be spilt.
The Blood God plowed through the front door with a fearsome Sparta kick, and charged forward. "Philza!! Michael!! Where are you?!" The piglin tore through the house like a violent tornado, hell-bent on finding his father and nephew.
Meanwhile, Dream had finally caught up to his ally. He leaned heavily against the front doorway as he attempted to catch his breath. Maybe he should have stuck to that prison workout routine after all-
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Midnight Arson (Platonic! Ranboo x Tubbo)
FanfictionRanboo 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...
