Alrighty I've been in a Writing Mood™ lately with no idea what to write so here! Sorry if it gets long, I know ADHD can be a bitch when it comes to longer posts but yeh. Some little headcanons I have:
Tommy can't stand explosions anymore. If a creeper explodes next to him he panics and drops his whole inventory onto the ground, apologizing over and over, begging Dream to forgive him.
Phil will occasionally jump off of roofs and trees, forgetting for a moment his wings no longer work. Every fall hurts a little more.
Techno vented everything to Edward, and was so torn up when he died because Edward was the only one he felt fully comfortable talking to.
Ghostbur remembers everything. He just pretends not to so people will like him again.
Techno has a hidden, sound-proof space somewhere in his home, and he uses it to cry and yell in peace, without anyone seeing.
Techno constantly jokes about his 'property value' because his home is the only thing he's known since he was a teenager(he found it and fixed it up) and it hurts him to see it damaged or used like it means nothing.
Techno was raised in a fighting ring, forced to fight to survive. After a string of lost matches he was beaten to near-death and thrown out into the rain. Phil came along and found him huddled in a box and took him home to care for him.
& to top it off here's some angst drabbles!
"It stays in the pit, Tommy." Techno stood over the kid, knuckles bloody, lip cracked and bleeding. He grit his teeth and growled, pushing away the memories of his childhood, of fighting his own kind in a ring as people towered over them with diamonds and netherite ingots in their hands.
He grunted and pulled himself out of the small pit, shouldering away the others as he moved through them, ignoring the ever-hungry voices that demanded more.
"You knew! You knew Friend was in your house!" Ghostbur flickered, blue trailing down his cheeks like tears, eyes white with rage.
Philza waved his hand, dusting gunpowder from his robes. "Don't worry mate he has infinite canon lives-"
"I DONT WANT TO HEAR IT!-" Ghostbur screamed out, a blast of energy nearly knocking Phil off his feet.
Blue soaked Ghostburs chest and ran down his cheeks. It dripped from his mouth and dissapeared as it hit the ground.
"I don't want to hear it." Softer now, shaking hands fruitlessly wiping away his tears. "You knew Friend was in your house..."
"Everything. In the hole."
"Sorry doesn't cut it, Tommy. You messed up. You haven't changed a bit since you got here and now you're being punished for it. Put everything in the hole."
Tommy shuddered, gulping as he worked up the guts to speak. "N-no."
"What was that?" Dream tilted his head, looking at Tommy. The small, cold eyes of his mask were more than terrifying to look at.
"I said....no. I'm not...I'm not putting my stuff in the hole Dream. I'm done. I'm done playing your games!" Tommy squared his shoulders, trying to appear confident.
Dream chuckled. He moved closer to Tommy, grabbing the boy's shirt collar before he could move. "Say that again."
Tommy whimpered, mouth opening and closing, words barely sputtering out. "I-Im not....p-putting...my stuff...i-in the hole..."
Dream tossed him onto the ground and stepped on his chest. "Fine then." He pulled out a stick of tnt. "You leave me no choice, Tommy." He lit the stick and tossed it to the ground beside the now screaming and pleading boy.
Tommy screamed out, yelled to Dream that he would listen, that he would give him his stuff.
At the last moment dream kicked the stick away. It exploded next to the beach, leaving a sizeable hole in the ground.
"Then listen." Dream hissed, kicking Tommy in the ribs. "Go put your stuff in the hole, or next time I won't be so merciful."
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