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Technoblade grinned, crouching beside his expanse of farmed land. He had spent so much time developing and caring for the vegetables and the satisfaction he felt was enough pay off. He wiped the sweat on his brow with his sleeve as he stood up. He straightened and looked at the vast fields of his creation and nodded.
“So, this is what you’ve been doing for months?” A voice flitted over and Technoblade turned his head to face the newcomer. “I’d expected something… different.”
“You can spread your chaos and I can farm my potatoes.” Technoblade pointed out.
Dream hummed, leaning against the tree, “You’re right but farming?”
“Why not.” Technoblade shrugged.
“You’re just doing this to spite the other one, aren’t you?” Dream smirked, his green eyes glinting.
“Why did you even visit?” Technoblade snorted, dusting his pants. “To complain?”
“Not this time.” Dream let out in a sing-song voice. “I’m just bored.”
“Then why don’t you go out and do your famous little manhunts?” Technoblade raised an eyebrow.
Dream’s eyes glinted before he sighed, “That’s too tiring to set up.”
“You’re a god.”
“So are you, yet here we are.” Dream mused.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Technoblade rolled his eyes.
“I will never understand why you enjoy acting mortal.” Dream huffed. “It’s only fun if you’re doing something worthwhile.”
“I’d like to think winning this potato farm is worthwhile.” Technoblade chuckled.
“Whatever you say, Techno.” Dream whistled, shoving his hands into his pockets.
Technoblade paused, reaching down to grab his crown and cape. He dusted off the golden object before he placed it on his head, “What are you planning?”
“Tommy is so adamant over the discs.” Dream puffed his cheeks out.
“Understandable.” Technoblade drawled.
“What?” Dream looked taken aback and Technoblade cracked a smile, “He doesn’t deserve to have the discs, not after what he’d done.”
“Go easy on him.” Technoblade rolled his eyes as he passed him, patting his shoulder lightly.
“Hm, Techno do you want to join in?” Dream grinned, following the king with a skip in his step.
Technoblade glanced back at the shorter man, “Nah, that isn’t my thing.”
“Whatever, you’re welcome anytime either way.” Dream waved it off, matching his pace as he walked towards his castle. “Anyways, how long are you going to stay anonymous?”
“For as long as it takes.” Technoblade hummed.
“You’re really looking for a way to be mortal.” Dream looked at him, his eyes glowing.
“So what if I am?” Technoblade’s eyes glowed right back.
The two stared each other down before Dream looked away with a laugh, “Even the longest of gods had fallen to humanity… Do you not know what happens?”
“I do.”
“You’ll forget everything.” Dream leaned forward, his eyes darkening as he regarded Technoblade. “Do you really want that?”
“Somethings are worth sacrificing for.” Technoblade shrugged on the cape, “It’s tiring to stand above everyone else.”
“You won’t be able to come over here anymore.” Dream lightly commented, turning his head to look around the castle.
“Sacrifices can be made, Dream.” Technoblade waved his hand.
Dream chuckled and followed him, “What bores you?”
“Maybe I missed being mortal?”
“You were never one.” Dream snorted, leaning to look out the wide window. “How can you miss something you never experienced?”
Technoblade rolled his eyes, “Whatever, nerd.”
Dream laughed and leaned against the window frame, giving Technoblade a look, “Anyways, I’ll see you around then. I have a war to fight.”
“Don’t you mean you have a war to direct?” Technoblade shook his head.
“What have you done.” Technoblade narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms as he stood before Dream.
“What do you mean?” Dream laughed, leaning against the tree.
“Wilbur has gone feral.” Technoblade deadpanned.
“He’s just letting his real feelings show.” Dream shrugged.
“Did you do anything?” Technoblade narrowed his eyes at the masked man.
“Other than encouraging it? Absolutely nothing.” Dream brought his hands up in a surrender position. “That’s all Wilbur. No mind games, no little pushes-”
“No little push- He’s like this because of Eret!” Technoblade hissed, throwing his hands into the air.
“I didn’t plan for him to keep the grudge.” Dream snorted, shaking his head. “The whole Eret thing was only to keep their morale low.”
“Yeah, well look what good that did.” Technoblade drawled, running a hand through his hair.
Dream snorted, “If you had had stayed you would have been able to stop me and my plots.”
Technoblade looked up at him, his eyes flashing as he grunted, “You-”
He stopped and brought a hand to rub at his temples, feeling a spike of pain all of a sudden. He huffed when he noticed Dream’s smug look and shook his head.
“I told you you’d sacrifice a lot-”
“It was enough.” Technoblade snapped. “Aren’t you tired of always sitting up there with all your fancy powers?”
“It will never be boring if you have something to do.” Dream crouched down, moving the mask away from his face to show his large grin. “That’s where you failed.”
“I fail at nothing.” Technoblade scowled, crossing his arms.
Dream hummed before he settled down on the grass, leaning back on his hands as he looked up at Technoblade with a grin. He sighed, running a hand through his braided hair and settled down just across from the masked man. Dream chuckled and tilted his head.
“Regretting it already?”
“No, never.” Technoblade huffed, leaning back and lying down.
Dream hummed, tilting his head back and looking at the sky. The sun was setting and the skies were slowly turning dark. With a sigh, Dream stretched and stood up, placing a hand over the hilt of his sword.
“Seems like I’ll have to take my leave.”
“Off to spread more chaos?” Technoblade scoffed, turning his head slightly to look at Dream.
“Nah, I’m feeling a bit tired.” Dream paused. “I might speedrun another world.”
“You are a deity of chaos and destruction.” Technoblade deadpanned.
“Coming from the anarchist.” Dream dusted off his pants and stretched. “Enjoy your blissful ignorance then.”
Technoblade glared at him as he disappeared from sight. He sighed and rubbed his forehead. He knows he can’t control these blackouts. It was the condition. The one condition that Technoblade had accepted so he could be mortal. He didn’t think it would go this far.
It is so easy to live as a mortal. You had no worries, all you had to live for was yourself and those whom you love. Then when the time comes, you are taken away. Whether or not you have regrets. You are taken away and you cannot go back. You’ve fulfilled your duty in the world and you can finally rest.
But gods-
Gods have no such privilege. They are constant. They are immortal. They stay alive whether they wish to die or not. They have no goal, they have no reason to be alive. They are alive as spectators or instigators. Whether they are peaceful, neutral or aggressive. They will live forever.
Until they can’t.
They say the only way to kill a god is with another god.
This was the solution that Technoblade came up with. This was the solution Technoblade used. The solution to his problem. The problem of immortality.
“You what?” Dream laughed, shifting his mask to the side to look at Technoblade in the eyes. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m absolutely serious, Dream.”
Dream paused, his laughter dying down. He searched Technoblade’s eyes and waited. When he didn't find any spark or any glint, he straightened and frowned. He tapped his mask, watching it disappear. He dusted his jeans and walked up to Technoblade with narrowed eyes and a tilted head. There was a pause between the two as they stared at each other.
“You’re actually serious…”
“I am.”
“Technoblade, you’re my friend…”
“Exactly why I’m asking you.” Technoblade deadpanned. He turned away and sighed, running a hand through the messy locks of hair that escaped his braid. “Don’t make me ask Skeppy to do this…”
Dream cringed. While he and Technoblade were close, he could never reach the same type of relationship both Skeppy and he had. He could never do that to the trickster. He could- “Fine, only because I don’t want Skeppy to do anything he’ll regret.”
There was a pause as the two waited. The wind blowing past them as they stood in the middle of Technoblade’s garden. Dream closed his eyes and let out a sigh.
He knew the other god had always wanted to become human. He didn’t keep it a secret from any of them. He had always wanted to join the mortals, stay closer to the people he’s found. He wanted to die along with them and Dream can’t fault him for that. Dream knew how it felt once upon a time but that time was long gone- he never thought about it ever again. Now, he just learned to enjoy the things that he has and make do with what he can achieve.
He found a way to enjoy immortality, Technoblade didn’t. To each their own, after all.
“Fine, I’ll help you.” Dream repeated. His eyes glowing a bright and toxic green, “I only have one condition.”
“What is it?”
“You won’t regret it.”
Technoblade paused, staring back at those glowing eyes. The very same eyes that stared at him with stubbornness as they sparred together. The very same eyes that stared at him with excitement and joy the very first time they met. The very same eyes that will undoubtedly stare at him at his last moments as a god. He licked his lips, looking down and smiling, “I won’t.”
Dream took a deep breath and smiled, “Good. Great, then give me a time and place once you’re ready.”
Technoblade smiled. That was one thing he liked about Dream, the god would do anything his friends asked him to- especially if it means they’ll be happier. He just hopes he won’t be on the receiving end of Dream’s little chaos projects. “I’ll see you then.”
“Oh, by the way.” Technoblade looked up and noted the darkening of his eyes. He blinked, not knowing what caused Dream to be upset. It was a common thing for a god’s eyes to truly show how they feel, it is the window to their soul after all. Perhaps this was why Dream wore a mask, to hide such a vulnerable part of him. “Tell Skeppy about this yourself.”
Technoblade felt dread settle in his stomach. He watched as Dream flashed him a cynical grin and disappeared. He cursed internally as he realized he’d have to confront his longest and closest friend about this. Despite him not exactly hiding his want to be mortal, Skeppy always had the safety net- the assurance that Technoblade wouldn’t do it.
And now… That assurance is gone.
“Oh, hey Skeppy.” Dream grinned from behind his mask. The two decided to speak to one another after the chaos that was the fight between Sapnap and Tommy. He chuckled internally, remembering the ultimate chaos that happened at that time.
“So… Techno huh.” Skeppy muttered.
Dream paused, stopping in his tracks and his mind went a mile a minute. That had always been a conversation the two held ever since Dream had ki- turned Technoblade mortal. Dream wished that the younger man would drop the topic but apparently some wishes cannot be fulfilled.
“It’s been a few months already, Skeppy.”
“Did it have to align with him coming and joining Pogtopia?” Skeppy’s voice cracked, his eyes glowing a bright and deep blue. “This just- this just opens himself to even more danger and death. Much more with those stupid memories.”
“He wanted this.” Dream turned around, moving his mask away so he can smile sadly at Skeppy. He knew it was easier to speak to someone with a face rather than the cold and unforgiving porcelain of his mask. “What are we- as his friends- to do but to accept that?”
Skeppy huffed, moving his face mask down to expose his downturned lips. Dream shrugged, stepping back from the agitated god. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “Whatever, Dream.”
“Admit it.” Dream muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. “You couldn’t stop him if you tried.”
“Yeah well, he looked damned happy so who was I to take that away!” Skeppy threw his hands into the air. “Just don’t screw around with him like you do with the mortals.”
“If you promise to do the same.” Dream grinned, taking an experimental jab at Skeppy.
The younger male stopped and remembered the multitude of pranks he pulled on the other god and cracked a smile of his own, “Please, it’s in my blood.”
Dream grinned and moved to stand beside him, playfully bumping their shoulders against each other, “Yeah well, it’s the same with me.”
“Mess with Tommy?” Skeppy extended a hand.
Dream laughed, taking it with a shake of his head, “Mess with the child.”
They both hadn’t expected the storm that came for them the next few days. Who else would’ve expected Wilbur to turn villain, after all?