Singularity | Dream X Reader X Technoblade

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• CHAPTER TWENTY TWO•

| Father & Daughter |

The sound ripped from your throat. Guttural and gut-wrenching.

All you could do was cradle her body and rock.

Sonny arrived moments too late, falling to his knees, potion bottles rattling and clanking. It broke the sudden silence that had enveloped you.

You don't think you could scream again. Your throat burnt, sobs inconsolable.

You choked on your breath, jerking awake. Your eyes were crusty from all your crying, a headache throbbed dully behind your eyes, and your mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

It had been almost two years since you'd had a nightmare, since you were assaulted with visions of Tigra's death.

Your throat felt sore just thinking about it; tight as if a hand was wrapped around it.

You stay laying there for several long moments, trying to catch your breath and organise your racing brain.

Eventually, it's the throb behind your eyes that prompts you into getting up knowing it would only be relieved with some water in your system and a sip of regeneration. You hope Phil had some in storage, you dreaded the thought of spending all day with the pain.

"Good morning," was Philza's soft greeting, concerned gaze on you.

"Hey," is your quiet response, slipping into a dining table chair.

A glass of water was placed in front of you. Phil always seemed to know when something was needed. You thank him and don't hesitate to gulp it down.

"It's quite late into the morning," he began, hesitance in his voice, "How are you feeling?"

"Like shit," you answered truthfully.

He winced.

"Right," he was clearly trying not to be awkward, trying not to be insensitive.

"It's fine. Just...feeling raw, I've not spoken to anyone about it," you admitted. Five years and never had you told anyone. Never allowed yourself close to another person since. You had immediately retired to your home, leaving city life behind and all that came with it.

There were some things you missed but they were outweighed by the relief and freedom of your hermit-like lifestyle.

It didn't mean you didn't see anyone. There was a village about two to three-hour journey away on foot which you traded with, and you had Phil visit on the occasion too. So you weren't completely isolated prior to Tommy stumbling into your life.

***

You stared at the door, dreading this but knowing, if you chicken out now then you would never work up the courage. So taking a breath, you raised your fist and knocked.

George greeted you with a smile, "Morning."

"Good morning," you return and he stepped aside to let you inside.

"Teas on the table," he said, closing the door and leading the way, "XD tends to just pop in around lunchtime."

It was quarter to twelve. That squirrelly feeling almost tripled at the acknowledgement your father could be here any moment.

You practically dropped into the chair, fidgeting with the handle of your teacup that George handed to you.

"He'll be happy you're here," George chimed in with, setting a plate of cookies onto the table, "Relax."

"Easier said than done," your voice was dripping with nervousness, "Just, I had an unfortunate trip down memory lane yesterday evening with Phil. Albeit a conversation that was desperately needed but it brought up some rather raw stuff for me."

George hummed, "Sometimes to heal, a wound requires more than just time."

You cocked a brow, "Speaking from experience, oh wise one?"

George chuckled, "I suppose. Sapnap and I had a rocky bump with Dream not too long ago. Speaking and listening to each other's sides made it all that more clearer for us."

Oh? You wonder what it was about, but you don't pry.

"Glad to know you solved your problem. You three are really close," you had observed that very easily from the banter and close behaviour in mere minutes. No uncomfortable flinches, nor flickers of expressions from unwanted touches.

You'd had that once upon a time.

With a soft stutter of light, a familiar being flickered into existence.

Your father hadn't changed an inch in all the years you had been apart. In fact, never once in your entire existence had you seen your father's appearance change. He could not mirage himself to look human, could not change any inch of himself after having pierced his body together. This was the only form he could take.

The disconnected arms, floating head, the singular purple eye with his signature X as a pupil. That shade of hair, wavy and forming a bob cut...the lack of legs, the two halos that crossed over one another to form an X shape...

You weren't sure what you had been expecting in all honestly but...

You meet his eye and your father smiles softly. Your heart breaks, full of guilt and regret, of feeling unworthy of his love.

You swallowed, "Hi."

"Hello, my dear," your father approached and slipped into the chair beside you, reaching out and encapsulating your hands with his, "I'm joyous that you're here."

Your eyes welled up, tears threatening to spill.

"I know how hard this decision must be for you," he said and a low warbled escaped you. He lifted your hands to his face, pressing a kiss to your fingers. You break your hands free of his grip, leaning forward to slump into his arms.

Your father hummed softly, arms curled around you as he rest his chin on your head, "ᒲ|| ʖᒷꖎ𝙹⍊ᒷ↸ ᓵ⍑╎ꖎ↸. M|| ꖎ╎ℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ꖎᒷ ʖ╎∷↸."

A sob escaped you, "!¡ᔑ!¡ᔑ, !¡ᔑ!¡ᔑ."

***

Translations:

ᒲ|| ʖᒷꖎ𝙹⍊ᒷ↸ ᓵ⍑╎ꖎ↸. M|| ꖎ╎ℸ ̣ ℸ ̣ ꖎᒷ ʖ╎∷↸. -> My beloved child. My little bird.

!¡ᔑ!¡ᔑ, !¡ᔑ!¡ᔑ. -> papa, papa