Singularity | Dream X Reader X Technoblade

Heya, finished making changes and thus, feel ready to post this chapter. I'm going to try and put myself back onto a schedule as I found otherwise I just put it all off. From now on, updates will be Wednesdays.

I've managed to crack down on the outline for the ending of this story and I'm excited ;)

Hope you enjoy the two thousand word chapter! Longest yet! :D

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• CHAPTER TWENTY ONE•

| Way Back When |

It was getting late, you notice, scrunching your nose as you sat back, setting your hoe aside to gaze skyward. You had not realised just how far the sun had already set, colouring the horizon in colours of oranges and reds, giving way for twilight and the moon and stars.

Standing, you brushed the dirt from your knees and began to pack away your farming equipment. You were disappointed at how little you had managed to harvest today, mourning the fact you had gotten sick a week prior and were still recovering, as it had thrown off your routine and sleep schedule and you had yet to get back into.

Your dad had taught you all about routine and how useful they were. Organisation was optimisation, as he liked to remind you. It had rubbed off on you and you didn't have much of a problem with that.

(You push the longing for your father aside.)

You hummed a lullaby your father would often sing to you as you dragged the equipment back to the shack you used to store it all. The remaining wheat seeds were safely put back into its water-tight barrel and the hoe was hung up.

A yawn escaped and you stretched out your wings—finally, you were growing into them. They had always been just a tad too big in comparison to the rest of your body but in the last half-year, having turned eight not long ago, you had shot up and finally, finally you could begin to use them to optimal capacity—well, mostly anyway. Flying took years to master, even to one born with them. Ever-growing, your flight pattern and weight disruption affected how you flew and so it was bound to change as one went from child to adult.

You were a long way from being an adult, however.

But, maybe you could go for an evening flight before going to bed—or maybe even dinner? Put on some stew? That meant you could cook up a few days worth of dinner that way, less time worrying about cooking when you just had to reheat.

Yes, you nod to yourself, that sounded good. Besides, it had been a while since you had stew and you always enjoyed the warmth it left in your belly for hours afterwards.

With a skip in your step, you return to your home in the trees.

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When you had been left in this big and scary world by yourself, your father returning to the End, you should have realistically known at some point you would have come across other people. Maybe it was because you were young that meeting other people had never really crossed your mind, not seriously; not other than to ponder what they might look like or what sort of personalities they would have.

So, you hadn't expected to have sudden company. That soon to be company had come stumbling through the treeline of a clearing you had landed in only moments prior.

(Said clearing was your favourite to stargaze at and one you visited as often as you could.)

You squeaked as a pink-haired man almost burst through the tree line, crossbow raised. He himself froze when his red gaze landed on you.