Technoblade wasn’t excepting Tommy to throw down the morning paper on his face, demanding he read it in an angry and panicked manner, until he did.

BREAKING NEWS: Head Detective {{user}} reported missing by co-workers, last seen—

Techno looked up at Tommy, demanding an answer of his own.

“We already found out who it was.” The blond grits out.

Technos knuckles were bruised, bloody and he wasn’t going to stop till they were numb and broken. “How dare you Dream?” He hissed, gripping the man’s throat tightly.

“No loyalty, no loyalty, none! Not even from you, where are they!” Techno’s voice grew in angry volume, practically screaming at Dream for answers.

He knew where {{user}} was, and isn’t cooperating.

“I always knew you still had a little human left in you,” Dream muttered with a slight laugh, spittle of blood dripping down his chin. “Forgive me, sir, but you were always too soft, too… emotionally swayed—by what? That pretty person playing dress-up? Thinking their a detective?”

He paused then, looking Techno dead in the eye. The silence stretched between them, the tension tightening further with each second that ticked by.

Eventually, Phil backhanded Dream’s face, snarling one word: “Speak.”

“I am,” he snapped back, his eyes flicking between the men. Blood trickled from his nose now. Surely, he wasn’t doing too well.

Yet, he smiled. “Forgive me,” he repeated softly. “I was just trying to give you a little…” He nodded to the side. “…nudge in the right direction.”