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Technoblade and Dream woke up to the sound of the bridge coming. This confused them. Sure their sense of time was messed up but there was no way it had already been a day since they last got food.
Techno pov
Now no matter how alert and quick Techno may seem during the day, he was the kind of person who took awhile to wake up. Being in prison for a good month and a half had done nothing to change that.
Before he could even halfway wake up his ears were filled with the sound of breaking glass. His body went weak and his brain fogged. His system was overloaded with potions of weakness, slowness, and something Techno had never felt before. He might as well have fallen back asleep.
He almost collapsed face first into the obsidian floor but was caught in the knick of time by strong hands. Under normal circumstances, Techno would have found out who the person was and attack his way out of their reach but he was too tired to care right now.
He lightly registered the strong hands moving across his body, one stopping at his neck the other just above his knees, before being lifted into the air.
Dream pov
After months of torture at the hands of Quackity, Dream had learn to to wake up fully awake and alert at the sound of the bridge. He stood and moved away from the wall towards the center of the room. Quackity didn't like it when he hid and he would need as many ways to escape as he could get.
To Dream's relief it was just Bad and Ant. But why were they together? Both of them had been there before but not together. As the guards of the prison they only ever came to drop off food but Ant had already done that today.
Before he could react splash potions came flying out of their hands toward him and Techno. He fell to his knees in a coughing fit as his head began flooding with cotton.
He fell to his side as he began hyperventilating at the potion effects. Soft hands(softness, something he hadn't felt in a long time) appeared on his shoulders and turned him up right. A soft shushing sound cut through the cotton just for more to grow in its place. He felt one of the hands grabbing hold of his and then his hand resting on something soft and thumping. His heart and breaths began to match the ones in front of him, allowing more cotton into his system. The soft hands were the last thing he felt before he passed out.
As Techno awoke he felt something rough and thick wrap around his wrists. The rope-like material made its way down his body, wrapping itself around him in the process. Soon the rope could be felt around his arms, neck, chest, waist, legs, and ankles. His arms and legs were pulled and stretched wide out and secured tightly to the cold stone, entrapping him in a painful star position.
Something rough and thin crawled around in his hair and towards his face. At first he thought it was a finger but then it crossed over his eyes. It was a deep red he had seen before. If his mind were any clearer he would have figured out immediately that it, along with the rest of the rope like material, were the Egg's vines.
The vines slowly swam around his pockets as they emptied everything down to the last crumb onto the ever growing pile on the floor.
They moved to the edges of his clothes and took turns releasing him until all of his layers were removed but one. They rolled up his pant legs, exposing skin that the vines quickly covered. The tiny vines moved towards his shirt buttons, the big ones towards his head, and the ones in between towards his boots. Both boots and the shirt were quickly added to the pile of clothing beside him as the vines moved to cover his skin.
As he started to become more awake, his head cleared itself better than it ever had before only to be replaced with panic and, whether he'll admit it or not, fear.
For the first time in a decade, Techno's ears began to twitch.
"Awwww, his ears are twitching. Don't worry, it'll all be over soon." Badboyhalo stood over him and stared him dead in the eyes. "Just let The Egg do its thing."
Bad wasn't alone. From the shadows of Techno's vision 5 more figures emerged. The figures soon disappeared though as the vines flipped him over, smashing the right side of his face against the floor that constantly seemed to be changing temperature.
To his left he could see the trembling form of Dream. Dream seemed to have gotten a similar awakening as his mask laid on Techno's cloak and his chest lay clad in thick blood vines.
The thick vines that had made their way to their heads now pressed against their mouths. Both men refused to open their mouths to the coarse rope. They however, didn't get much of a choice as knees sharply pressed down into their backs, forcing all air out. The vines shoved their way into the men's mouth and down their throat as they struggled to breathe. There was a moment where black dots dance across the room before the vines were mentioned with a sword. The bleeding ends of the vines gasped opened and latched themselves across the men's faces. The vines were now breathing for them and they hated the feeling.
Both men's eyes widened as blades were pressed up against their backs. Techno could make out the figure of Hannah above Dream and Dream could make out the figure of Ponk above Techno.
The vines in their throats tightened up again to prevent screaming as the blades breached their skin. Deep, outward slanted, circular cuts were made into the center of their backs.
The vines opened up again just long enough for them to get air before they closed once more and the knives were brought down to their legs, a thin cut being made in each before moving up to their arms and repeating the action.
They gasped for air and stifled their cries as their airway opened back up and the blades were removed. They squirmed as vines entered the cuts and moved around within their bodies. It surprisingly wasn't a painful process physically, but instead mentally. Their eyes began to droop as the egg reeled them in.