Soul yawned and sat up slowly, something shuffled next to him and pulled him down on the bed pinning him there in strong arms.
“Dream?”
Dream moaned groggily and peered at him with half lidded eyes, “how do you feel?” he questioned in a deep sleepy voice, Soul cuddled up next to him and sighed.
“I don't want to talk about it…”
“You sure?” He questioned as Soul nestled his head under Dream’s chin.
“Yeah…”
Dream kissed Soul’s head and Soul hummed gently “dream…” he whispered, Dream glanced at him.
“Yeah?”
Soul smiled and looked up at him “sorry i just really like the feeling of your name on my tongue…” he chuckled, Dream blushed and pulled Soul onto his lap to straddle him, sheets tangled around them.
“Then why don't you say it when I please you” Dream purred, dragging a finger down Soul’s bare chest.
Soul scoffed “awe~ is the baby gonna cry?” he teased his lips brushing lightly over Dream’s, Dream sighed against the space between them.
Soul’s fingers dragged upwards gently before slipping under Dream’s boxers “do you get off on me saying your name? Dream…” he purred, Dream drew in a sharp breath as Soul wrapped around his length. Dream bit his lip only for Soul to kiss him gently, a knock sounded and Wilbur burst in.
“Room service~!” he sang, stopping abruptly when he saw Soul sitting on Dream, Dream’s dick practically in his hand.
“Oh.”
Techno glanced in and glared at Wilbur.
“That's on you” Techno said, Wilbur glared and Soul stared at Dream in embarrassment, Dream smirked and laid his arms behind his head.
“You don't have to stop Soul~” Dream purred watching Wilbur glance back before rolling his eyes.
“Get up you horny bastards. Tommy is here.”
Dream’s eyes lit up “oh?”
Wilbur’s eyes narrowed “don't.” he snapped.
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Soul rummaged around Techno’s kitchen, a coffee cup in hand as Tommy and Wilbur chatted, Dream lurked quietly before dipping into the room with Soul.
Dream kissed the back of Soul’s neck and he chuckled.
“Still turned on?”
Dream rolled his eyes and leaned against the kitchen counter.
“Barely” he replied, Soul looked at him with an unamused look, his hand on his hip.
“Still counts”
Dream sighed “it's not my fault Wilbur walked in on the worst time” Soul laughed gently before frowning as he filled his cup of coffee. He turned and leaned against the counter as well, eyeing Tommy and Wilbur now wrestling on Techno’s carpet in the living room.
“Speaking of…what's up with him?” Soul questioned taking a sip of his coffee.
“Which one?”
“Both.” he responded gently, Dream thought for a moment.
“Well, Wilbur used to be President of L’manberg and is now a manipulative anarchist and Tommy…well, he’s complicated.” Dream said, Soul raised an eyebrow.
“Explain?”
“Tommy was Wilbur’s right hand man when L’manbaby was founded” he said, making fun of the name “anyways, when Schlatt ran for presidency he and Wilbur were exiled from L’manberg. After a bit, he got a little out of hand, got pissy over a couple of disks i took from him when Manberg and Pogtopia called a truce which i may add didnt ask long, anyways i exiled him. Lets just say….he went through alot out where i sent him” Dream said in a low whisper, Soul blinked and watched as Wilbur helped Tommy up from the floor laughing with each other.
Wilbur glanced over and frowned.
“Oh”
Dream sighed “and Wilbur, who knows. Mans is a real piece of work, went through limbo for a hot minute and then came back thinking he's all that. I mean he was like that before limbo too but not as bad as he is now” he chuckled, Soul locked eyes with Wilbur and Dream watched a scowl spreading across his thin lips.
Soul didn't answer.
The corners of Wilbur’s lips twitched up almost and he looked away to see Tommy fidgeting with a bandana around his neck, a door opened and then closed and Dream kissed Soul’s cheek before dodging Techno and leaving the room to talk to Wilbur.
Techno sighed and joined Soul in the kitchen, Soul watched as Dream talked to Wilbur before gesturing for him to follow. Tommy ran into the kitchen and hopped up on the counter, Techno laughed and poked Soul’s shoulder.
“You alright?”
Soul flinched and caught his mug, the liquid froze in mid air and then fell flawlessly into the cup and he groaned in relief. Tommy and Techno shared a look before Techno grinned.
“Guess that's a yeah”
Soul frowned and sat on the table in the small kitchen.
“Can I ask you something?” Soul questioned, Techni bit into a golden apple and nodded.
“Fire away”
Tommy zoned out as he fiddled with a small knife.
“It's about Wil…”
Tommy’s attentioned perked and he looked at Soul curiously, Techno sat at the table with Soul leaning back gently and placing his booted feet on the table's surface.
“Okay? What about wil?”
Soul sipped his coffee as he thought of how to word it.
“What's he like? I mean i've only known him for at least a solid two days…plus today and then…” his voice trailed off and Techno weighed the questioned in his head before clicking his tongue and sighing.
“I dont know…he’s kind of bitter sweet i guess. There's so many old things that made him, him. At least before he went through limbo. But now that he's…i guess, manipulative there isn't much about him i like, if i’ll be honest. There are things that make me think back to when L’manberg but not so much anymore, in the end it always snaps me back to reality cause I know its no longer true…he’s just…not him anymore.
“There are times where he has moments where it seems like it was him back then but, i don't know…now it's kind of sour.” Techno frowned and eyed the apple in his hand. “Before he died…went through limbo he was so…out there. Raw and open about himself, he was funny, caring…protective, like a brighterly figure. Just all in all always there for you even when he had his moments there was still enough of his good moments to think back on and love. Now he's…I don't even have the words to explain what he is, I just haven't hung out or talked to him as much as i used to. I would love to but it’s…it’s like he’s Icarus flying for the sun and i’m a mortal trying to reach him, it never works out or he just ignores it.” Techno sighed and Tommy frowned sadly as he peered out at Soul from his shaggy hair.
“He’s still Wil….Tech…” Tommy said quietly, Techno bit the inside of his cheek and looked at Soul.
“Why did you want to know?”
Soul shrugged “it just seems like that's what everyone says…and Dream kind of just calls him so many rude names i don't know what to think” he lied.
Techno tightened his hair in its ponytail and he sat up leaning forward so he could rest his chin on his hands.
“Oh?” he sang gently, Soul’s eyes narrowed and Tommy jumped on Soul from behind latching onto Soul’s neck.
“Does king got a crush on Wilby~” Tommy teased, Soul shrugged him off.
“Fuck off” he smiled gently, Tommy grinned brightly.
“no, you fuck off.” he retorted jokingly, Soul glared.
“Dont make me fucking strangle you.”
“I’d like to see you try piss baby” he snapped back, Techno laughed as Soul wrestled Tommy to the ground and they hit and shoved at each other playfully.
“You. are. So. ANNOYING.” Soul growled, Tommy laughed and tugged at Soul’s horns.
“Fucking horny ass bitch.” He pulled, Soul glared and bit his neck aggressively. Tommy squealed.
“TECHNO, HE JUST BIT ME!”
“He deserved it.”
“You deserved it.”
Tommy growled “shove off.” he snapped pushing Soul off of him clutching his neck, Soul smirked and stood brushing off his jeans.
He helped Tommy up when he was done pouting and Techno smirked, obviously amused by what just went down.
“So…do you like him?” Techno questioned, Soul shrugged and fixed his hair in the window reflection catching a glimpse of Dream and Wilbur talking, he held back a smile.
“I don't know, I haven't known him long enough to know, if that makes sense. I guess I just questioned after…” he paused, Techno gave him a smug look and wiggled his eyebrows.
“after we fucked.” Soul finished watching Techno with a concerned look, Tommy froze in place and Techno’s eyebrows shot upwards.
“You guys fucked?!” Tommy yelled, Soul grabbed him by the collar and covered his mouth.
“Shut the fuck up.” he whispered yelled, Techno scoffed in shock.
“I thought he was seeing Quackity.” Technoblade said slowly, Soul tensed and his hands slowly dropped from Tommy’s mouth like his heart.
“Oh.”
“Good job Techno. Way to ruin fucking mood, dumbass” Tommy rolled his eyes and walked off, but stopped to give Soul the bird. When Soul didn't notice Tommy’s face fell and he left the room.
Technoblade’s hand caught Soul’s shoulder gently as he went to walk by to get Tommy. “Sorry, I may be wrong but I could've sworn that's what was going on. Don't let it get you, again he’s bittersweet. You would have had a better chance when he was…him. Alive.” Techno smiled gently and left the room, Soul stood there in utter shock and frowned.
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Soul rubbed his eyes and glanced out the window where Dream smirked and Wilbur stalked back up to the house, as Dream let out a visible sigh Soul chewed the inside of his cheek and left the kitchen making his way to the room him and Dream stayed in.
He coughed gently and pulled off his baggy t-shirt slowly replacing it with a baggy oversized blue bomber jacket and black muscle shirt, he glanced at his reflection and shrugged. The motivation to change his jeans was not there.
Soul.
He froze.
Alex…
His eyes widened as he stumbled and caught the nightstand with his hand, “Soul. embrace it, don't let good people get in the way.”
His eyes narrowed and he rubbed his temples.
“Shut up.”
“Alex.”
“My name is not Alex.”
“Alex…”
“Alex.”
“Stop. for god's sake, STOP” the voices went silent as glass shattered and things fell to the ground his hands balled up into fists.
The door creaked open as Soul huffed his eyes flickering in and out of white and red.
“Soul…?” Wilbur’s voice was shaky, worried.
That only tipped him over the edge.
His eyes flickered again before his red one seemed to leak red liquid through the veins in his eyes glowing brightly.
He tripped and Wilbur caught him, Soul ripped away from him and made his way to the bathroom before looking in the mirror.
Blindly red eyes stared back at him, the crystal blue had vanished, he flinched when he saw his hands. They looked…black. Like he dipped them up to his forearms in ink.
Wilbur frowned and watched as Soul crumpled over the sink clutching his head.
“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck…what the hell do i do Wil?” his voice cracked and Wilbur stared his eyes almost blank, he frowned and reached for Soul’s shoulder only for Soul to stumble away and catch himself from falling into the shower.
He sat gently on the tub and grabbed at his horns tugging them gently “fuck” he sobbed tears dripping from crimson red eyes as they dimmed.
“Soul…it’s okay, this kind of thing happens it's just a breakdown.”
Soul growled “shut the fuck up. You act like you've had them” he snapped standing up, Wilbur’s eyes widened in an instant as Soul jabbed his blackened finger against Wilbur's chest.
“Don't act like you've gone through this. You manipulative, sociopathic Arshole.” he hissed, Wilbur backed up a step and stared.
“Soul…”
“No. Shut up. I don't want to hear your silver ass tongue say another damn word.” he growled, it went silent and Soul lifted his hands to his biceps digging his nails into his skin just above old crescent scars. Blood slowly dripped and Wilbur shook his head grabbing Soul’s wrists.
“STOP. YOU’RE HURTING YOURSELF.” he snapped raising his voice, Soul flinched, his voice breathy.
“I know….”
It went silent and wil’s grip loosened, Soul ripped his hands from him and turned to the shower “just…leave.” he said, Wil was silent.
A calloused hand interlocked with Soul’s fingers from behind as he was turned to face Wilbur.
“I cant…” he whispered. “I live here.”
When Wilbur walked away, Soul's breath caught and sharp pain shot through his skull, he stumbled backwards and fell gently to the ground. Wilbur shot around and stared.
Soul’s eyes flickered and he gasped trying to find air, any air at all.
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“VOID!”
Soul stiffened and looked up to see Alex reaching into a black orb, black laced through Alex’s forearms like ink before stopping just below his elbows. He pulled and pulled before an arm breached the orb, and soon a body fell limp out of the orb.
Alex caught him and the orb exploded into purple light, A roar sounded and then the sound of loud wings flapping. When the light cleared a dragon appeared, Alex stared in horror and Soul’s eyes widened.
“GO GET OUT OF HERE!” Soul yelled, Alex’s attention shot to Soul and he nodded, falling through the portal nearby.
Soul stared at the dragon who landed gently in front of him.
What…
“You finally understand…”
The dragon spoke, Soul froze.
That voice. It was familiar.
He knew it…but who…
Purple engulfed her and she morphed into red fire, he froze.
The goddess…
“I’m Endorria…”
Soul stared as she reached a hand out to him holding a lily of the valley, Soul hesitated but took it gently and Endorria smiled.
“We never got along before…but I think we can now…just embrace it.”
Soul tore his eyes from the flower.
“Embrace what?”
A wide smile crossed her dark and twisted lips as she teleported behind him and gave him a gentle push towards a dark egg.
She leaned into his ear.
“Embrace the darkness…you know you want to, touch it…”
His breathing slowed and he stared at the egg inches away from him.
Did he want this?
Was he better off violent?
He did enjoy the sight of blood…the feeling of slitting someone’s skin…the feeling of alcohol and drugs and Dream…Dream. He was just as bad. Soul did want this.
The lily slipped from his fingers and hit the ground, a loud sound shattered the darkness and light spilled through, giggles of glee was the last thing he heard.
“Soul.”
Soul gasped and sat up quickly to see Wilbur hovering over him, his face inches from Soul’s, the sight of stapled skin and yellow tinted glasses caught him off guard and he jumped.
Wilbur’s hand caught the small of his back and Soul started.
“The fuck are you doing.” he snapped, Wikbur dropped him and raised his eyes defensively.
“Sorry man, just trying to help”
Soul rubbed the back of his head and rolled his eyes, he stood and glanced in the mirror.
His hands were back to normal, but his irises…they were crimson instead of crystal blue. Given one was already red before but now…they both were.
He shrugged and fixed his hair, ruffling it so it didn't look odd placed around his horns, Wilbur watched and Soul locked eyes with him.
Wil’s eyes narrowed at the sight.
“Where's Dream?” Soul asked, Wilbur sighed and gestured outside.
Soul grinned and pushed past him.
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