Video not mine but I love it :))

TW: Blood, self-harm, and disturbing descriptions. Skip from bold to bold, Will put a summary in bold at the end of the chapter.

{ Sam POV }

I don't usually check the video feed in Pandoras Vault, it isn't usually interesting, and the video quality is horrible since the Vault is so far underground, but I glanced at it by chance, and I can't help but to notice that Technoblade looks... Odd. He's curled up in the fetal position but crouching, with his head between his hands. It looks a bit like he's trying to block something out. Quackity's still incredibly upset that we haven't found Dream yet, but right now, Technoblade is my top priority. Besides, Quackity'll find Dream soon enough anyways, the man needs at least some urgent medical care, so he can't just escape into the wilderness. He needs help, and for him, help will be preeeetty hard to come by. So when Quackity finds the inmate, I'll just turn a blind eye to whatever he does, throw him back in the cell, and everything will be back to normal! I glance back at the low-quality image on the computer screen. 

"That- that doesn't look so good." I mutter to myself. Techno had a long gash on his arm. Nowhere lethal, but if he kept letting it bleed, the wound would certainly be fatal. I grabbed my sword from where it hung on the wall, and after a moments pause, I grabbed slowness and a weakness splash potion. Better safe then sorry. I rushed down the stairs from my office, and through a hallway or two, before finally reaching the main room. Not wanting to hesitate for a moment, I force the lever that lowers that lava into the down position. It creaks, and I worry that I pulled on it to hard and damaged the otherwise sound contraption. Tapping my foot impatiently, a sigh of relief escapes through my lips as the lava inches down through my vision. I flick another lever and quickly hop onto the moving bridge. The lava is still draped over the cell as the bridge slowly chugs its way across the lava lake. A droplet of lava lands on my armor and sparkles where it landed for a moment, before gliding off the chestplate like rain on a windowpane. A thin layer of lava covering the mouth of the cell slowly peters out as the bridge docks. I have two minutes in this cell before it will start heading back on its own. Well, now technically I have 1 minute and 57 seconds, but that's besides the point. I hesitantly step of the platform, and onto rough, bumpy, midnight colored, obsidian. Walking up to the netherite blocks that will fall any second now, I call out to the man sitting- rocking back and forth in the corner,

"Technoblade?" Then a bit louder, "Techno?" With a soft schunk, the  netherite blocks sink into the ground as I breath in to call again, taking a step closer. My enchanted netherite boot makes a small clink as it lands gently on a block of the same material. Within half a second, he is at my throat, hand clasped firmly around my windpipe, but with his head down as if sleepwalking, or- or like a marionette. A shiver runs up my spine, Did Dream get the Blood God too? I ask myself, praying to XD that isn't the case, or we are all royally screwed.  "T-t-technobl-lade," I choke out, his head jerks up, but I'm to busy kicking his knee to see. The Blade drops me out of suprise, as I expected, slipping away to the far side of the cell. "TECHNOBLADE CALM DOWN." I don't know why I'm so afraid of the Blood God in his current state, I have armor and weapons for crying out loud! But my instincts are all screaming for me to run. Run and never look back until this man is a wall and a lava lake away. I still have 53 seconds until the bridge returns though, I have to survive until then. A deep sound echoes around the cell, it's somewhere between a growl and a scream. It sounds almost primal, and sends shivers up and down my spine, causing my body to convulse. The warrior charges at me again, still not facing me. The way he moves is almost catlike. He leaps above me, launching off the floor, and I block his tiny knife with my own sword, grunting with the unexpected effort it requires. He rebounds quickly, and I barely dodge the stab to my stomache. 36 seconds til I can leave. The pinkette fakes a retreat, and swoops my legs out from under me as I make a break for the lava. My jaw grinds into the ground as I get pinned to the floor by a heavy hand. I struggle violently, forcing the man to focus on securing me instead of stabbing me. Remembering his gash, I kick violently at where I assume his arm is located, hoping it hits the wound. His hand springs off of my back long enough that I flip myself over, and push myself away from the blunt knife in his hand. Just 15 more seconds. I think to myself, securing myself on the wall, trying to get my breathing under control, I look at the pink-haired warrior who bounded over to the other wall when I escaped his grasp. He looks as if he's trying to cradle his arm without me noticing. The lava casts a bleak glow onto his now exposed face, his face is unusually pale, but that could just be because of the bloodloss. I don't focus on it, and instead try to calm my racing heart. It's kinda hard to calm down when you feel a death stare being directed to your soul though. I glance up again, and meet eyes with Technoblade. He looks murderous. This look is worse than the one Quackity would get when he was torturing Dream, and Dream wouldn't let Technoblade take any hits. His eyebrows are furrowed into a glare strong enough to drill through the obsidian behind me, and his usually orderly braid is all mussed up, with short pink strands falling elegantly into his face. My breath hitches. I didn't notice before, but his eyes... They are usually a lighter red, like ruby's illuminated in moonlight, but not right now, now, they are the color of blood. They look like cut ruby's that have been drowned in blood. I hear Redstone from my left ear. I sprint over to the bridge, The Blade intercepts me, stabbing my exposed forearm, but I'm moving to quickly already, and the blade gets dragged across my skin, then onto the midsection of my chestplate. I leap, and land on the platform, throwing a roll of bandages and a golden apple to the floor, leaving a bloodied Technoblade behind a wall of obsidian, netherite, and lava. My instincts have stopped screaming, but adrenalin still courses through my veins like electricity, crackling beneath my skin. As I climb the stairs back up to my office, I hear a crash like glass shattering, dread and annoyance fill my head,

"AW COME ON! I JUST GOT THAT REPLACED!"

{ Philza POV } 

I AM HERE. I barreled through the office window again, and as I land haphazardly, knocking over a mug and a pen holder on Sam's desk with my wings as I catch myself, I hear the man in question yelling about a replacement or something on the stairwell. Sam enters the office, shooting a glare my way as he takes in the broken window, but doesn't say anything as he walks briskly to his desk. The warden groans slightly when he sees the mess on his desk, but instead of cleaning it up, he just opens a drawer and pulls out a roll of bandages and a smaller potion of healing. Fluffing my wings awkwardly, I watch as he readjusts his chestplate so that he can bandage a rather savage-looking cut on his forearm. I don't offer to help, and he doesn't ask, so we are both silent while he fails miserably to bandage his wound effectively. I clear my throat slightly when he drinks the healing, and he sighs, forming the bottle.

"Okay Philza. Why did you come through my window again? You better have a good reason." I step more into the office, drawing my wings closer against my body.

"I had a feeling Sam. I need to see Techno." Sam barks out a short laugh.

"Oh yeah? Well guess where I just was." He gestures to the poorly done bandaging, though I assume he means the wound beneath.

"Techno doesn't have a knife." I say, confident Sam is just trying to make another excuse for why I can't see my favori- son.

"I gave him one." 

"Why?" I ask, disbelief lacing my voice,

"He should have the right to take his own life." Sam deadpans shrugging, "I'm not a complete idiot though. The knife was pretty dull." I gape at him. So many thoughts running through my mind,

"I need to see him Sam." I blurt. If Techno did that with a dull knife, unprovoked, then we have a problem. Sam sighs again and motions me around his desk to see the computer screen. The warden pulls up the camera feed from Pandora's Vault, and I see a glimpse of pink hair. I relax slightly, then I see the pool of blood. I glance angrily from the feed to Sam, who looks concerned but motionless.

"He cut himself. A long gash on his arm. I visited him to make sure he was okay in the first place. He has bandages and a golden apple. He'll be fine Phil. Sam explains. All the color drains from my face.

"W-what did he look like when you went in?" My voice is shaking, and it's taking all my will power to not collapse.

"Pale. Probably from bloodloss, and he was glaring at me. Well, when he looked at me. His head was usually looking down or something, but when he looked at me, he looked like he wanted to bash my head in then slit my throat, drink me dry of my blood, and roast me over a fire and feed me to his dogs." 

"That was.. Descriptiv-" Sam snapped his fingers as if he remembered something,

"And his eyes. They looked like orbs of blood, and the pupils were really really small." I withdraw from him, incredibly worried. Techno has been like this once before. He couldn't, or maybe it was he just didn't explain it. I don't bring it up, and he acts like it never happened.

"Sam-" I start, then falter. "Sam how are you alive." Sam scratches the back of his creeper skull mask,

"He had a tiny knife, I had a sword and armor. Also he was injured remember.." The warden muttered that last part, as if trying to convince himself that it was an honorable battle. 

"Okay. Sam, you'll be hearing from me soon. Whatever you do, Don't. Visit. Techno." Walking back over to the window, I take a breath, letting the breeze that flows through the broken window ruffle my short blonde hair. Stepping onto the sill, I use my foot to brush off a few shards away, then I launch myself into the air for the second time this week.

"WAIT! PHILZA COME BACK! YOU NEED TO PAY FOR THE WINDOW! PHILLLL!" I chuckle to myself, soaring over the land, heading back to my son, and my sons friend.

{ Dream POV }

There is a warm feeling coming from a hidden pocket in my hoodie. This is the fourth time in the span of ten minutes. Ghostbur is laying on the couch doing something called 'Blue Meditation'. I offered to do it with him, but he happily declined, saying it was his time to be one with the blue. I'm kind of glad he didn't accept now if I'm being honest. My stomach grumbles, and I realize I'm moderately hungry. I walk into the kitchen, checking behind me every few seconds to make sure no one is watching me take more food. Reaching into a chest, I slide my hand in, and quickly walk away innocently with my prize. I check on Ghostbur, who appears to be snoring lightly, and smile slightly, before climbing up the stairs and hauling myself up the ladder to the attic. I look to my hand, surprised to see I have a cooked cod in it instead of a raw potato. I slide my iconic mask off, while nibbling on the cod, trying to make it last as long as possible. I need to fix my smile. Placing the broken and cracked disc gently onto the dark oak planks, I start searching through the numerous chests for anything that could be used to repair it. Standing on my tip toes, rooting through the fourth chest, my fingers close around some c!ay, and I know I've found my solution. 

{ Time Skip: 2 hours }

I slide my smile over my face, my fingers brushing the cooling clay. It fits perfectly, covering my face almost completely. After the warmed clay was fitted, I spent ages painstakingly creating the perfect white paint, and my inner perfectionist had a party with the smile, but my mask looks amazing. I'm always happy, so people will always see my smile. I wonder what Techno will think of the new mask? I hope he likes it. A warm glowly feeling fills my chest area, and I'm confused, until I remember the glowing feeling from before. I remove my hoodie, which is a bad idea seeing as my white t-shirt is sweat-soaked and I'm instantly freezing in the chilly attic. Oddly enough, when I remove my hoodie, the warm glowy feeling doesn't go away, I'm confused for a second, before I focus on finding the hidden pocket. I run my sensitive fingertips along the stitching, searching for any inconsistencies. 

"Yesss!" I hiss excitedly, I found a small opening between fabrics. Reaching two fingers into the small opening, I retrieve a worn piece of paper. I instantly know what it is. A large grin blossoms across my face before I can suppress it. Unfolding the yellowed paper, I snicker. On it, is a crude smiley face that looks unintentional, and a hallo. With awkwardness I can feel from here. I write back,

You really are hopeless aren't you bacon.

I wait for a beat to see if he's going to respond, but seeing nothing appear, I refold the paper, putting it in a more easily accessible pocket before climbing back down the ladder.

"Hi Dream!" Ghostbur chirps as I make my way down the stairs.

{ Ghostbur POV }

I'm admiring a drawing of Blade when I hear Dream make his way clumsily down the stairs.

"Hi Dream!" I pick up the drawing and float over to the stairs so I can show him,

"Hey Ghostbur!" He sounds excited, and I don't know why until he makes his way down the stairs and is bathed in lantern light. He looks positively radiant. His dirty blond hair is poking out of his lime green hoodie, almost glowing gold in the light, his mask shimmers, and his hoodie is making his muscles look like fanart style. I gasp,

"You fixed your mask!" I don't know why, but looking at the mask makes my stomach twinge uncomfortably, so I smile and look down to hands where I find myself looking at the drawing.

"Yeah!" He seems pleased that I noticed,

"Oh! Look what I found! Did you draw this?" Dream bends over slightly so he can see the paper in my hand. A bit of his cheek is exposed, and I swear that I saw a smattering of pink bloom, but I let it go,

"Yeah, I did. It looked kinda sad, so I added some color." I admire the shading, and the extreme detail put into each millimeter of the sketch. "Would you like to keep it Ghostbur? I wasn't going to, so you can have it if you want." He sounds a bit hesitant, but a huge grin blooms. I hug him tight, still holding the drawing, and look up slightly to where I'd usually be met with a beautiful emerald eye, all I can see now is a slightly off-putting smile, but I don't care. I release my friend and run back to the couch, sitting through the cushions as I admire the piece more. 

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This is from my draft, its the summary y'all get: sam pov comes to check on techno, techno stab now Sam injured and Phil here. Phil & Sam both confused Phil wants to go see son Sam says no. techno being manipulated maybe? Also techno hurt cRi is he still sane

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