What They Don't Know, Won't Hurt Them

Oh god

Hello everyone! just a quick little note! I do not own any of the art used as the cover or chapter images! I will let you know when the art is of my own! Also not to confuse any of my newer readers. If you see - at the start of an indented paragraph, it stands for a POV change. It is normally noticeable right away because a character will be addressed as differently than in the other POVs! Now back to the story!

-         Dream was out the door and making his way down the snowy steps. Oh was the weather cold against his bare legs and feet. He made it down the stairs and as his feet touched the pathway a muscular arm wrapped gently but firmly around his middle. Dream tried his best to bite the arm but the loose muzzle was still in the way of his only chance of freedom. The arm quickly lifted him up to the owner's chest, who proceeded to have his cloak cover the child. 

"What in the world were you thinking! You will die out here in your condition!" Philza stressed as the man carried Dream back into the house. 

Technoblade carefully adjust Dream back into both his arms as they returned to the sheet on the floor. Dream struggled the whole time, but the large man was no teen. He would not be outmatched by a skinny little kid. Dream noticed that Tommy and Tubbo both were successful in what they were tasked to fetch.

 -             Philza carefully cared for his wounds as Techno would readjust the kid so Philza had the access to the wounds. Philza knew that the muzzle and matted hair were going to be a fight to get off the kid. This child has been tortured and abused for a long time. All the scars marring his body alone told details of the tortures. When Phil finally grabbed a strap of the muzzle the child froze every movement. Including breathing. The child's eyes locked with Phil's, terrified. As Phil tried to unlock the muzzle, the kid slowly began to breathe again. When Phil was unsuccessful in unlocking the darn thing, his eyes met Techno's. He could see the worry in his eyes even when he tried to stay stoic in this situation. The kid's hair was tangled into the lock. They were going to have to cut the muzzle and matted hair off.

          Philza knew it was risky but he needed to get this kid cleaned up. 

"Tommy get me shears from the chest please," Philza said meeting the kid's eyes. 

"I promise not to hurt you. I am going to cut the muzzle off and some of your matted hair. Okay?" Philza reassured the child.

Tommy returned from his mission and handed the shears to Phil. When the shears came into the child's view he panicked. Technoblade almost lost hold of him before Ranboo gently grabbed the kid's legs and Techno restrained the kid's arms to his chest. Tommy carefully grabbed the kid's flailing head and held it still so Philza could cut what he needed and not risk hurting the kid. 

"Hold him still. I'll make it quick." Phil told the other three as Tubbo was stuck watching the terrified child.

-          No No NO NO NO! They were going to hurt him! They are just like Sir! They were going to punish him will the shears. He should not have ran. They were kind to him and he fucked it up. He knew it was too good to be true. He had to be bad again. He could never learn! Sir was right! Everyone hated him!

            As the three held Dream, tears started to flow down his face. He was terrified. His heart was beating like it was trying to tear itself out of his chest. Dream's world turned into his dark cell. Sir standing in front of him with no remorse, covered in Dream's blood. That laugh rang in his ears as his beaten body heaved for air. Instead of hearing the steady calming whispers of the four trying to help Dream, all he heard was the repeating words of Sir meant to break his will more and more. 

-          The kid was lost in his own brain. Techno could see that well enough. He already almost lost himself to the voices in his own head when he first saw the kid. He was told to get warm water to help clean the kid up but when he was getting a bucket from his storage room downstairs. He heard a ruckus above him towards the door making Techno rush out his downstairs door. He saw the kid running out of the house and down the stairs. Technoblade rushed forward before gently snaking around the kid's middle. Techno was careful to hold him firmly but not too tightly, before getting his cloak to cover the kid who had no clothes besides the oversized boxers.