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Okay. Dream knew he had fucked up at some point of the plan. That he could admit, the question was where did he fuck up? Maybe tormenting Tommy additional to making sure that he got exiled was a bit too much. Or the fact that he wouldn't tell Technoblade more about the prison before making sure he got captured in it. Or maybe the fact that he didn't thought for Sam to turn that much against him and power hungry that he wouldn't take real care of him.
Was it also too much to kill Tommy in the cell and laughing about it?
Maybe. Dream wasn't too sure about that one, considering that Tommy wouldn't shut up, make fun of him and even killed the damn cat who was the only welcome guest there. That one wasn't as much as a regret per se, but a mistake that lead to Quackity being able to manipulate Sam even more and let him torture Dream.
Yes. But you know what? All this wasn't too bad, sure, he only ate potatoes, he couldn't walk anymore due to occasionally being starved and beaten up by Quackity every single day. Or the never leaving tremors that went through his body now, making his handwriting so much more. Even the whole lot new scars were okay, or the fact that one of his fingers were cut off.
God damn, even the fact that he had been on the blink of death was better than anyone finding out about him. His secret. One that he had been able to hide from everyone on the server. He had tricked them all, besides Sapnap, Punz and George, but they didn't find out, he told them.
They used to be his family after all. Or his pack would have been more fitting.
Because everyone always just assumed that Dream – tall and fast Dream – was an Alpha. Made sense, considering he was the one to find the server and claim it as his. He was the one to declare war against L'Manberg and fought with his friends. He killed Tommy with that arrow and earned the discs rightfully. He was the one who gave Wilbur all this TNT and who fought at the lake beside Techno. The one who got the revive book from Schlatt only to go against him afterwards.
It was Dream who whispered into Techno's ear when Tubbo became president. The one who later build the obsidian wall to make people behave. Who tried teaching Tommy a lesson to not mess with his pack when he got Tubbo to exile him. He was the one who could make rveryone believe the kid destroyed the community house. He was the one who fought alongside Technoblade, his hound army and withers to get rid of L'Manberg once and for all.
And he was the one who got locked up in the prison by a kid. Yeah, well, maybe that is the part that wasn't too epic.
But yeah, everyone was convinced that Dream was an Alpha when he was not. He wasn't even a fucking Beta. No, Dream was an Omega. One who had done everything he could to hide this certain fact about him. He trained on a daily basis to build up at least a few muscles, he hid his face behind a mask to make sure none would notice that no damn beard would grow. There also was the fact that he used pheromone blockers so people wouldn't smell his sweet Tangerine scent and only the Spruce wood one.
Most important were his heat suppressants that made sure that this damn cycle would stop. No damn fever every three month, no horniness or anything. Sure, he still produced slick but this was easily taken care of with a butt plug.
But now there was one small tiny problem. He was in prison. Everything was taken away from him, even his clothes. Instead he adorned an orange jumpsuit and, well, that was really it. Other than that he had nothing left. Sure Sam occasionally brought him potatoes and he used to have a clock, but after throwing that away one too many times he wouldn't get a replacement.
And then there was the fact that the cell filled with his scent. At first Sam tried to find some kind of reason for it. Maybe Dream's scent changed into that when he was alone or something, pretending like an Omega was near to calm him down. But then it happened. Dream hadn't taken his suppressants in three months so his heat came.
It was devastating. The last time he had a heat was when he presented when he turned eighteen, that was five long years ago. So when Sam came back to the prison to bring him new potatoes, the Alpha immediately let down the lava wall again to get rid of the sweet scent. Dream had gotten rid of his clothing, trying to jerk himself off to get rid of this god forsaken heat. Tears ran down his face because it just wasn't working unimportant what he did.
When he heard the camera, that was located in one of the corners in the cell, he glanced up to it and flipped it off. Only when he had calmed down a week later, his heat gone, did he realize that Sam knew about his secret now. He lay on the small cot, using the dirty disgusting jumpsuit as a blanket to cover himself up at least a little bit when Sam entered the cell.
The Creeper-Hybrid looked down at Dream who was staring at the ceiling, staying silent. “Who knows?” He placed down a new jumpsuit as well as potatoes, a few more since Dream couldn't eat the last few days as he was too busy humping against the cot and fingering himself. He didn't even want to know how pathetic he must have looked on the camera but wondered how often Sam checked on him during his heat.
“George and Sapnap,” answered Dream, not really seeing a reason why he shouldn't. Sam liked them and Sapnap already visited to tell him that he'd be the one to kill him should he somehow escape. And George, well, the last time they talked he thought that Dream hated him.
“That's it?”
“That's it.” Sam just nodded at that and pulled the dirty jumpsuit away, looking down at Dream. He checked him once over, shaking his head before he left him alone again.
Sam was kind. He gave him a bit more food and even a blanket afterwards, probably to prepare him more for the next heat. And Dream was fine for a few days, he regained some strength and thought that staying in there for the rest of his life wouldn't be too bad. As long as people would visit, of course.
But then he came. And he took everything away from him.
Quackity came every day, cutting him open with his sword, breaking his bones with the blunt side of his ax, using shears to pull out teeth and break his fingers. One. At. A. Time. His pickax was good to break bigger bones like arms and legs or ribs. And sometimes he just beat him up with a potato, said it was a homage to Tommy.
With all the violence and blood came the words. Quackity told him how happy everyone was without him. How peaceful it had turned now that he – the monster – was locked up. Told how Sapnap turned disgusted every time he heard his name, how much happier George was now that he didn't have to see his ugly face ever again.
How Puffy dealt really good with Dream's arrest and just gave all her attention and love to Foolish. Tommy finally laughed again without being afraid of him luring around every corner. Punz came out of his tower more often again to hang out with his friends. The server was blooming, buildings shooting out of the ground and laughter filling the air.
Even Technoblade had turned more peaceful when Dream wasn't there to give him dumb ideas. Dream knew it was bullshit. The part with Technoblade. The anarchist wasn't dumb enough to let other people give him ideas. Technoblade was smart and strong, his happiness never depended on Dream.
Sometimes Dream had wished it was. When he watched him fight and plant withers by Dream's side. When he saw the fight with Tommy and how the Alpha had tried to hide his sadness over the betrayal. Dream desired to be the one to comfort him. To take his face in his hand and calm him down with his scent and his purr. To kiss him better.
Fuck. The blonde really had it down bad for the damn pig.
Anyway. The words hurt. Sometimes they were even worse than he physical pain he felt during and after a session, when a healing potion was thrown on him to make sure he wouldn't die. And when Dream thought it couldn't get any worse, Quackity found out about his heat.
Now Dream knew Quackity couldn't do anything in a sexual way, he wasn't that evil and creppy and also he had fiances at home and Quackity wasn't a cheater. But Quackity was an Omega and therefore knew everything about heats. And he made them so much worse. Of course there was laughing at the beginning, taunting Dream for pretending to be an Alpha because he knew how weak Omegas were.
Then he took everything away from him that could somehow help him through this week of hell. Except his boxers which were painful considering they enclosed his boner. And then he got chained to the wall, hands up so he wouldn't be able to touch himself at all.
Dream would hang there for the whole week, withering and whimpering and crying for help. Begging Sam to get the chains off, that it hurt and that he was too hot. At some point he was afraid that his blood would start boiling inside him because he was just getting hotter and hotter. Like that he couldn't even drink, making him weak and helpless, tears streaming out of his eyes until there wasn't any water left to waste for something like crying.
Once the week was over Quackity returned, splashed a whole bucket of water over him to get him to wake up after blacking out. A wide grin greeted him once he was able to open his eyes. Quackity freed him from the chains before shoving a potato in his mouth, forcing him to eat it.
Weeks later Dream was told to write a letter to a certain piglin-hybrid, requesting a visit. When he refused to do so, the dark haired Omega cut off Dream's left ring finger. With a threat that he would lose even more fingers. So Dream wrote the letter, hoping Technoblade would figure out that it was a trap. As a reward he got Quackity's smile burned into the skin of his throat.
…
Technoblade figured it out. And still came to visit Dream.
Dream was in the corner when it happened, not really able to move as he was sure that his ankle was broken. At least it looked like it considering it was covered in blue bruises and his foot was in a weird angle. His head leaned against the rough obsidian wall behind him, eyes counting the cracks in the ceiling. And then he heard the clicking and saw the lava lowering.
“Yoo! Dream!” That was Techno's voice, but surely Dream was hallucinating, right? Technoblade was smart, really smart, he must have known that the letter he wrote was a dumb trick planned by Quackity, right? “Dream, what's up!”
…
Right?!
Dream's glazed over eyes cleared up just a bit as he saw this damn pink hair, pink beard and red cape only one person on the serve had. With all his left power he leaned forward and crawled closer to the barrier. “Techno! No! Noo!”
The piglin tilted his head, one ear twitching lightly as he noticed Dream on the ground. “No, what...?”
“The- Quackity! It's a trap!” Dream tried to warn, but Technoblade had already stepped into the cell, stood on the other side of the barrier as he eyed the cell. The cell he would spend weeks in from now on. “It's a trap...!” His voice was muffled as he buried his face into his hands, inhaling the scent of dried blood.
“Dream, you- I haven't seen you in a long time, Dream,” Said the pinkette, still looking through the cell. It wasn't hard to notice all the blood splattered against the wall, the pools that were partly dried on the ground, partly looking fresh. And it wasn't hard to see that this blood came all from Dream. “You gotta explain-”
But Dream couldn't really talk as he rambled out no, no, no, no, no over and over again. Because Technoblade was here, his only chance to get out of this damn prison was now inside the prison and the platform was retrieving towards Sam. Techno was stuck there now, his last hope had gotten extinguished.
“Sam and Quackity,” Dream choked out, trying not to start crying on the spot in frustration. He didn't even notice the barrier going down and Techno walking towards him. “They work together and-” Techno knelt down in front of him, but the blonde's gaze was concentrated on the ground. “Quackity forced me to- to write this letter and-” he gulped heavily, noticing how dry his throat was yet again because he hadn't found the energy to go to his cold sink and drink. “And- I had to! Because he wouldn't stop torturing me...!”
“Dream, calm down-” Techno tried to stop the man from rambling off, but Dream wasn't listening. His eyes were hazy and tears were streaming out of them. A lot of words were choked out, some not able to actually make it out due to sobbing.
When Technoblade heard clicking he straightened up, making eye contact with Sam. The Creeper-Hybrid stared at them, gas mask hiding his lower face, making him look indifferent to the situation. “Warden! How long do I have to be in here before you let me out?”
“I- I think you could do with a nice long stay with Dream,” Sam – no, The Warden – said as he slowly disappeared behind the sinking lava wall. “You're the main threat to us, but have fun bonding!”
“Warden!” Yelled Techno at the lava, trying to get Sam to listen to him when he most likely had long been gone. “This is not doing much to change my political opinions!” But he never got an answer, a sob and more muffled freaked out words caught his attention though and he turned back to Dream.
The blonde was trembling heavily, hands pulling at his hair as he frantically rocked his body back and forth. “No, no, no, nonononono,” he spat out, failing to breath and choking up over and over again. You- You were my only way...!” Suddenly his voice got much stronger again, one hand clenching to a fist and slapping down against the ground. “My only way out of this damn cell!”
“Dream, you need to relax-”
“So many months! I-I don't even know how long....!”
“Dude, calm down, it's fine-”
“Fine?!” Snapped the blonde, baring his teeth in a pathetic threat, not really working considering that Dream had zero strength left in his sick body. “It's not 'fine'! We're stuck here! Do you understand what this means?! Do you-!”
But Dream abruptly stopped shouting when he felt a heavy and warm cape surrounding his shivering body. His eyes widened and he looked up into ruby colored eyes. They looked soft and calm, like there was no reason for them to panic.
“It's fine, Dream,” repeated Techno, his voice even as he pulled the cape tighter around Dream's shoulders, his head surrounded by the white fur, part coloring red where some of Dream's wounds were fresh. “Do you really think I didn't know that this was some cheap trick to trap me here?”
Dream blinked once, twice. “B-But why...?”
“I had to check up on you, see how you're doing and such,” shrugged the piglin-hybrid as he got more comfortable in front of the blonde, eyeing him and his injuries. One of his hands went to ruffle through the long hair of the blonde, getting stuck in one of many knots. “You have to tell me everything you know, even better when you'd write everything down. Philza will get me out of here with a stasis chamber in three days and I'll take the book with me. You understand?”
All Dream could do was nod at that, already feeling much safer with the Alpha around him. Probably without knowing it Technoblade let out calming pheromones and the Omega bathed in the scent of Campfire and, funny enough, snow. And unconsciously he answered with his own scent of tangerine and spruce wood, the scents mixing perfectly.
Techno sniffed the air and frowned at the scent, glancing at the blonde in front of him. “Dream, wha-”
“B-Books and quill are in the chest,” interrupted Dream, gesturing to said chest with his chin. Yeah, he couldn't really deny it but that doesn't mean he had to actually speak it out loud. Technoblade was smart enough to figure it out without needing the confirmation of him.
With a huff the pinkette stood up and walked over to the chest, opening it and taking out one book. With two big steps he walked back over to Dream, got down next to him and put the stuff in front of him. Slowly Dream took the quill, opened the book and started writing. During the whole process Techno looked over his shoulder, but stopped after Dream had written less than three words in an agonizingly slow pace.
Removing the quill from the Omega's hand, Techno stroked with his thumb over the still trembling hand, frowning once again. “Why are you trembling? You can't really be cold considering you're wearing my cape.” Because people always thought a cell surrounded by lava wouldn't be cold, but the obsidian, especially the crying one, always was cold. The only warmth Dream could feel over the past few months was when he sat only a feet or so away from the lava wall.
And now he had the cape to keep him warm. But it wasn't the cold that made him shiver like that. It had never been the cold.
“...pain,” Dream finally got out, eyes fixated on Techno's way bigger hand. His hands were strong, rough with some small scars. Some veins could be seen and it was visible from his hands how strong he was. In comparison to them Dream's hands looked pathetic. Long and thin fingers, by his hands alone you could tell that he was starved for the past few months. And there were more than two or so scars, they were covered in them. Not to forget the missing finger on his left hand, but Techno had yet to acknowledge that.
Technoblade huffed before pulling Dream against his side, getting the man comfortable. Dream squeaked lightly, not really knowing how to react until he noticed how comfortable the position was. Leaning against the Alpha was so much better than sleeping on the stiff cot or the hard ground. So he relaxed, snuggling even closer and inhaling his scent.
“Alright,” the pinkette said after grabbing the book and the quill again. “Tell me everything, I'll write it down, your trembly writing is unreadable.” Dream weakly hit against his arm, but Technoblade didn't really feel it had it not been for his sleeve of his poet shirt to move slightly.
And so Dream told him everything he knew, everything he could remember. But soon the occasional hum from Techno and the sound of a pencil against paper made Dream feel sleepy. For the first time in a long while the Omega had no problem to fall asleep, it was almost like he wasn't in the cold cell anymore.