i was in the mood to write angst because i do be mental ✌️✨
anyway,
plot: techno lost another mcc and his ego died, dream comes in and support the fellow :*
techno pov. (which i havent done in YEARS)
my back glides down the brick wall as i scrape my crown against it, leaving cracks and ugly marks which for sure were going to ruin my crown. tears streaming menacingly down my face, i pull out a pocket knife from my belt and slowly slit the skin.
blood droplets slowly pouring out of each cut, i hummed a tune to calm myself down. "do you guys know where techno went?" a voice said, it sounded like dream and probably, most definitely was dream. "i havent seen him in a while, he said he was going to the bathroom though." another voice said, "alright then ill go look for techno," dream said. "techno! where are you, were going home!" his voice approaching me, becoming louder every millisecond. out of pure instinct i cleaned up my wrists and put away the pocket knife,
3rd pov?
"tech- oh hey, are you okay?" dream said while rushing up to the messy pinkette, voice laced with worry. "mhm, im fine." techno assured dream, dream now knowing hes clearly not okay. "uh huh prettyboy, once we get home im giving you so much love and youre going to take it." dream leaned down, holding out a hand for techno.
"uh huh.." techno rubbed his neck, clearly embarrassed in his current form. "see you next mcc..!" techno tried to sound excited but burned out, dream smiled at the olders attempt at interaction. "i love you so much hon," dream confessed, techno had a soft smile on. "i-i love you too." techno stammered,
this was bad but elise is funny
haha a a a
sorry if theres a few hiccups i havent wrote in years HhahHaa
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