Stuffed...|technoblade x reader|

y/n sat in the room they were confined to a heavy sigh escaping their lips.
          "Mr.blade, when we get out of here I swear to you I'll make sure to make everything I've put you through up" they said, their voices drained and quiet from exhaustion. everything had caught up to them... they were locked in the cell with nothing more than Mr.Blade a few books and their cape. sure here was a small bed and a dresser with a night stand. but it still wasn't homey. It was so torturous. they were getting sick of it and it had only been two hours.
          "Mr.blade, why did I accept wilburs plead for help? i could've gone on with my life, i could have dealt with just being in my home and without answers about you and the potion. but here i am now. and were stuck in a prison cell." y/n spoke their voice still quite.

            they sighed and stood up from where they were on the ground. they grabbed mr.blade from the pillow he was sitting on and collapsed onto the bed, not bothering to slip off their cape and shoes. they were beyond exhausted and just wanted to sleep at this point.

two knocks were heard on the door later that evening. luckily y/n was just starting to wake up.          "we have food for you. we want you to eat with us in the dining hall though" dream spoke his voice calm. great. He didn't see them as a threat. that's amazing to know.
     "mmmmm fine" y/n spoke their voice drawn out and tired. They heard dreams close the door and stand outside of it, considering there weren't any footsteps following the closure.
      y/n sighed as they wake down into hall following dream before being directed to a seat next to him. on the plate was some vegetables mashed potato and meatloaf. great. y/n sighed and dug in hunger creeping into their stomach and up their throat.

"you're a pig" y/n heard the british accent coming from the other side of the table. y/n looked up to see george staring at them with a disgusted face.
      "and you're the farm." y/n spoke calmly an unfazed expression on their face. George just lifted his nose and looked away. leaving y/n to go back to food. and with that the table broke out into talk between the dream team.

The meal was about halfway through with y/n just fiddling with their fork when the doors opened and someone else came in. when y/n woke up they were filled with rage. it was
eret.
"i'd like to go back to my room" y/n spoke abruptly standing up in their chair.
            "alright. up the hall and on the left. I'm sure you knew that though. oh and don't try to be funny." dreams said pointing his fork at them with a nonchalant manner. eret looked at them, hut by all means.
     "thank you" y/n spoke curtly their forced manners coming through as they excused themself from the table and strode past eret with a swish of their cape and a hard stare.

by all means they were not as mad as the rest, but they would not go near a traitor if they could help it. at least the dream tea was fair and square and admitted what they did was wrong. eret betrayed his country, stood up and tried to kill them. that was something that doesn't get past a bad influence by any means.

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two days in encapture

y/n was writing to wilbur now. Mr.raven came by the night before nsd y./ was able to write out a letter explaining they were fine and not to worry about them yet. The window was just too high up to climb out safely. they would find a way though.
In a few hours Mr.raven had come back with his own letter. it read:

dear y/n

imma murder that green bitch. if it's the last thing i do. if anything is wrong, if he touches you in any way, if he so as looks as you wrong, write to mr.raven and i will take care of him... im sorry this happened to you... we didn't even get our revolution....
oh tommy!
        he's doing great by the way! I know you were worried. He's already sitting back up. He said tomorrow he would be standing and starting to walk around. I'm still worried though. He's quieter than usual. like he's thinking of something. i don't like it when he thinks of things.
       either way tomato, tomato, have you read the book? the pages i marked? I hope you don't mind me spoiling it but be more careful around Mr.blade, we don't know who he is after all.
                                     sincerly
                                          Wilbur
                           P.S. send Mr.Raven back with a head scratch he loves those

they had read the last few sentences about five times over each time looking at Mr.blade with a curious gaze. the book wilbur gave them was the only book that was taken from them. and now their interest has peaked.

"who are ya little guy?" y/n spoke softly picking up mr.blade and setting them in their lap. they sighed knowing they wouldn't get an answer. "maybe i can go ask dream for that book again...wouldn't hurt anything would it?" y/n said, smiling as they patted mr.blades head.

it hurt things. og how did it hurt things.

Dream locked them in their room saying they were getting too comfortable around him. They were the prisoners and he didn't want that. great. absolutely amazing.

Later of course George came in with a sheepish smile and apologized, apparently someone broke something of his and he was in a pissy mood.
    doesn't mean he could take it out on them though! rude ass piss baby. but whatever they'd deal. it just left them alone staring out the window till 12 am patiently waiting for mr.raven to come by so y/n and wilbur could have their small chats. luckily none of the dream team noticed the small black bird flying between lmanburg and the prisoners high up window multiple times in one night.
          y/n gently hummed sitting and staring at mr.blade who was laid carefully in their lap.

The tune was a simple one. though in their mind it was extravagant, mysterious, blood thirsty. The tune was from a song they heard on the road, 'warrior'.
            y/n gently hummed on and on letting the music take them elsewhere in the world of songs. it wasn't commonly known but y/n actually quite liked music, it was their favorite thing to listen to. though that was probably from when y/n and wilbur became close and he sang them songs quite a few times. y/would give feedback and reasons why something might be messed up and or hard for someone else using. It was a gentle reminder of the closeness the two shared. even if one thought the closeness meant something completely different to them.

tap tap. oh good, Mr.raven has arrived. y/n turned their head completely expecting there to be mr.raven but instead they saw,

"Tommy, tubbo what the fuck are you two doing here?!??!" y/n whisper yelled going up to the window in a quick daze.
"we came here to save you dumbass!" Tommy whispered back in a bit more of a loud voice. y/n put their finger up to their mouth in a rushed daze hoping not to make aware of the dream team.
        "well get the fuck out of here. how'd you even get up here??? I'm on like the fifth story!!" y/n looked at them completely and utterly concerned at the fact they found their way up onto the sill.
        "Well we ender pearled! we have three more. one for each of us! come on! quick! we can take you to the nether portal and you can go home!" tubb said before tommy could input. y/n stared at them in a shocked daze.

"y/n? what's all that racket?" fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck it was a dream. fuck. y/n looked over at ommy and tubbo signalling to hide. A moment later, the dream walked in. tubbo and tommy barely hanging on for their lives as they dangled from the window cell on the outside.

"oh it was just a bird... it kept flying into the window trying to get in. I shewed it off, don't worry." y/n said waving their hand dismissal.
         "Oh, I could've sworn I heard voices." dream said grudgingly, putting his hands in his pockets and turning to leave. He stopped though. "oh and just a little heads up, forgot to tell you earlier, tomorrow we're leaving. I'm taking you to a training room so you can get your energy out. i could only imagine being locked up here by yourself" dream said waving his hand like i/had done. "get enough sleep i'm waking you up early" he said once more before leaving.

y/n waited for three minutes before pulling tubbo and tommy back onto the window cell so they wouldn't fall.
     "we have to get you out now!" tubbo said a rushed panic filling his little goat like senses. y/n shushed them tough.
  "go back. let me say. he's staying here so i dont escape. I'm giving you time to make a plan for your revolution. just. stay safe okay?" y/n whispered quietly putting both of their heads.

Tommy was quiet for a moment before nodding looking at them with wide pleading eyes. He sighed though and nodded, taking a pearl and handing it to them. "if you need to get out, here." he said before throwing his extra one back to his home in lmaburg. tubbo followed suit after a short hug with y/n

"those children"

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WOOOOOOO sorry for not posting sooonneerrr. also sorry for the begging and like the entire chapter being stupid boring. I had... n o ideas. also guess who didnt proof read completely again! uh yeah if you find something comment and ill fix it :> sorry i just really dislike proofreading)