don't predict the future (create it)
Techno stood frozen as the memory of the warm night he came to regret dumped a heavy, warm mass of blankets in his rigid arms before stomping away. "I didn't ask for this! I tried but I can't raise a freak for a child. You take it!" Before Techno could do anything, the forest had swallowed the woman whole.
Frowning, Techno shuffled the mass into one arm and gently shifted the blankets away from obscuring the contents within them. And as the chat in his mind erupted, the Blade came face to face with soft, pink ringlets, pointed pink ears and wide, teary golden eyes.
(Or, Techno discovers he picked up more from Phil than just his physical skills, the man in question gains another grandchild and Dream tries to run damage control as a role model to prevent another Techno 2.0, but only succeeds in making things worse.
Meanwhile, In Manburg, a drunkard unknowingly loses the only ally who could have helped him and Ragnarok falls into place.
Elsewhere, the gods smile.)
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