“I make the rules here, do you understand me? And if I choose to break them then I will.” Dream pulls his hand up to strike your face and you can do nothing but brace yourself for the incoming pain. 
However it does not arrive.

“You make the rules huh?” A new voice sounds from over Your shoulder.

Through your squinted eyes you can make out the form of a muscular arm, adorned with golden bracelets and bangles, holding Dream’s wrist.

“Technoblade.” Dream's quiet greeting does nothing to dampen the sound of his fury, snatching back his arm with a clean click of his wrist.

However You are no longer concerned with whatever tantrum the Hunter had been throwing, the real threat lies with the creature looming behind you.

A heavy hand settling on your shoulder. 
You can only see tendrils of flowing pink hair in your peripheral, but you already feels as though you had been speared.