(Day 34 of doing the whole "Writing rivals centric drabbles to feed #RIVALSTWT until the two of them lore stream again. These asshole are adorable, sh.)
“You mentioned you had something else in this dreary cell.” Techno mused, crossing his arms as he looked around the almost bare walls. Almost—considering there was an empty item frame just above the sink.
“Yeah, I had a clock.” Dream muttered, picking at a scab that was forming on his wrist.
“Where is it now?” Techno moved forward, reaching out and brushing his fingers against the item frame.
Dream watched him with alert eyes before looking down and focusing back on his scab, “Oh yeah, I burned it.”
“I kept burning it cause it would be funny to see Sam come over and replace it.” Dream let out a humorless laugh. “Then he stopped replacing it and my one other entertainment, aside from the books, was gone.”
“That and your sense of time, right?”
“Dream,” Techno turned away from the frame, “how long do you think you’ve been trapped here?”
Dream squinted up at Techno, scrunching his brows together, “Uh… a few months?”
“Dream.” Techno sighed. “It’s been half a year.”
There was a pause.
“It’s been half-”
“I heard you the first time- I just-” His breathing turned ragged as he frowned, eyes wildly searching the obsidian floor. “I just- Last time Tommy came here and visited and I- he- it was just- it was just two months.”
“It’s been six months, Dream.”
Techno pressed his lips into a thin line as he watched Dream spiral into hysterics. He knew that his rival was so obsessed with control. The small fact that Dream didn’t know how long it had been was just another thing added to the list of things that Dream lost control over.
He sighed and walked closer. He crouched down and placed a heavy and grounding hand on Dream’s shoulder. The touch made the blonde man snap his head up, staring at Techno with intense eyes, “Listen, I’m here now.”
“What does that- what does that change-” He choked out, “It’s been half a year, I didn’t- I thought it was just- I thought it was just three months or-”
“I’ll be your clock.” Techno hummed, enunciating every word slowly and clearly. He watched as Dream slowly calmed down and looked at him incredulously, “I’m good at keeping track of things. My body clock isn’t messed up.”
“It’s the least that I can do.” Techno shrugged and settled beside Dream.
There was silence as Dream seemed to soak up his words. Techno hummed, waiting for him to speak once more.
“Right.” Techno nodded. He paused and thought about it. Dream prided himself in his knowledge, right? Maybe it’d be good to provide him with that. “Hey, do you have any questions about the outside world?”
“Why not, we’re stuck here for the foreseeable future and I have nothing to do so…” He drawled, “Question and answer?”
“We provide each other with information.”
“Do I have to give you information as well?”
“Eh, depends on the question I ask.”
“Right.” He paused and glanced at Dream, “So?”
“Well, what’s happening out there, Techno?”