As Techno waved goodbye to Phil, he smiled softly, watching his father fade into the distance while he waved his arms back at Techno. And if he saw Phil trip and fall into a pile of snow when he attempted to walk backwards, he most definitely did not laugh.
Phil was going into L'Manburg to help Tubbo create something, what that thing was, Techno did not know. He didn’t push the subject either, still not knowing what boundaries him and his dad had.
The blood god stood outside for a while after Phil faded into the distance. The only noises were the sounds of wind flowing past him, and the occasional grunt from Carl. All was good for a short time, the world seemed to fade out, and all that mattered was that moment. All that mattered was that breath.
Then reality came crashing back down, very heavily too. Techno wondered for a quick second if Atlas finally let the world fall, for the voices in his head were suddenly screeching at him.
The voices seemed to repeat that word like it was a holy mantra. Although Intruder was the main word it seemed to chant, the war pig faintly heard growls of ‘blood god’, 'anarchy’, and 'bloodshed’.
This was the loudest it’s been since the wither incident, and it seemed to be worsening every second. Techno was about to snap, the voices just seemed to be getting louder and louder. Some screaming in a blind rage, others wailing in agony, and a few didn’t seem to speak with any emotion at all. And of course, Techno’s least favorite kind of voice to hear, the one’s who sounded almost like children. Fucking children.
Suddenly, flashes of blood and screaming and fireworks and the scent of burnt flesh and maniacal laughter and So. Much. C r y i n g .
Techno was on his knees at this point, hunched over with his hands pulling on his ears, he would do anything to get the yelling to stop. He was about to succumb to the voices, his mind going blank with the desire for blood. If it weren’t for his trained instinct he would’ve killed every living being in a five mile radius, the only remaining evidence of them ever existing being stains on the blood gods hands.
But, thankfully, he finally shook his head and bellowed a
His voice was so loud the windows of his house rattled, and Carl started crying out in fear. Techno wouldn’t of been too suprised if Phil heard it from afar as well.
After regaining what sanity he had left, Techno swallowed down the bile that had risen in his throat, blinked back the tears of pain that began to brim, and wiped away the snot that clogged his breathing.
He finally stood up, his knees aching from sitting in such and odd position for so long, and entered his house once more; accidentally slamming the door.
After sitting down next to the fireplace, the gravity of the voices words hit him harder than a train. The word intruder echoed throughout his head again, albeit much more quietly this time.
There was an intruder in his home.
Techno immediately stood up, his right hand firmly gripping the hilt of his sword, and began searching around his house.
The gapples, armor, and scent was the main three factors that helped Techno.
Phil would never take a single gapple without asking, so the missing stack was someone elses doing.
The armor was another dead give-away. Even if Phil took it for some reason, there’d be no way for him to hide a full suit of armor without Techno seeing it.
And lastly, the scent. Due to being part Piglin, Techno’s sense of smell was far superior to anyone elses. And among the normal smells of his home, a new one emerged.
After checking all of the above-ground floors, Techno slid down the ladder into his basement. The smell was stronger here, and must I say, it reeked.
It almost smelt like a rotting corpse.
After resealing the entrance to his basement, Techno followed the scent to where it was strongest, a one block hole hidden in the bottom left of his basement. The blood god swiftly broke the block covering it, and a ladder was revealed.
Suddenly, the adrenaline hit. His heart started pounding, his breathing picked up, and his muscles began to flex. His body was preparing for a fight, it was doing exactly what it was trained to do, even if his mind was having a hard time comprehending what was occuring right now.
I’ll take however many lives they have left.
Techno dropped down, unleashing his sword, poised to strike. His eyes did a quick scan to find where the enemy was, but he faltered when he saw nothing. Guard slightly lowered, he looked throughout the room more thoroughly.
Two grey eyes, peeking out from underneath a mess of wood and cloth, which was probably meant to be a bed.
Whipping around, he swiftly snatched the blankets from atop the persons head, his sword already coming down.
He was one second away from killing the intruder when he froze.
Techno thought he was hallucinating. He had to be, right?
The person before him looked to be Tommyinnit. But at the same time he looked like a completely different person.
Gone was the vibrant blond hair, instead replaced with locks clumped together with mud, dirt, and blood. His hair seemed to be singed as well.
Gone was the outfit that Techno can remember first seeing. The red and white T-shirt was basically rags by now, and what wasn’t torn apart was nothing but dirt, blood, and ash. His pants and shoes had the same treatment, his pants only going to right above his knees. He was also missing his right shoe.
Gone was his baby face and trimmed nails. His skin was covered in bruises, scratches, and scars. Blood and new scabs pooled around recently attained injuries. His nails were overgrown and filled with muck and ash. His face was gaunt and tight, barred teeth taking the place of a smile.
But the worst part of everything, gone were his ocean blue eyes. No longer did the sea itself live behind his eyes. Eyes that seemed to make all other shades of blue look dull and grey. But now, His eyes were empty. Disgustingly prominent eyebags framed his soulless eyes. Every single drop of blue was gone, instead replaced with grey and black.
Techno wasn’t sure if he was looking at his younger brother, or his corpse.
Said person slowly, oh so slowly, moved his head to look up at Techno. Techno could now hear his raggedy breaths with the now closed distance.
Through chapped lips, a small hoarse voice rang out. If it weren’t for his pig ears, Techno doubts he would of heard it at all.
Suddenly, time seemed to slow. For the second after Tommy spoke that word, his eyes rolled back in his head and he was passed out. Tommy was falling headfirst into the floor.
Throwing his sword aside, Techno hurled himself forward, grabbing and clinging to Tommy like he was the last source of life left in the entire world.
Frantically putting his fingers to Tommy’s neck, Techno almost collapsed in relief whenever he felt a pulse.
But it was far too weak and faint.
Gently picking him up, Techno put Tommy on his back, like he was giving him a piggy back ride. Just like they did as children.
Techno blew out the torches to insure no fires started, and slowly but surely worked his way back up the ladder with Tommy on his back. Techno refused to let him hit his head, and if he took some damage himself because of that? So be it.
Finally getting back to his room, Techno laid Tommy down in his bed. He re-ignited the fire, and frantically gave Tommy any and all blankets in the house. He even placed his robe around Tommy’s shoulders.
Finally sitting down to catch his breath, the entire situation hit him like a train for the second time that day.
But this time, instead of shock, pure unbridled hate exploded throughout the blood gods entire body.
Techno gently grabbed Tommy’s hand.
“As the blood god, your older brother, and your friend, I swear on all of my lives to slaughter the one who did this to you.”
He gripped Tommy’s hand a little harder, his breathing suddenly turning raggedy.
“I’ll make zombies rip out all their organs one by one, I’ll keep giving them regen potions to make sure they stay awake the whole time too. Then, if they still have more lives, I’ll beat them and stab them and slice them and hit them and starve them and poison them and torture them until their fucking begging to die. Then I’ll finally put them out of their misery by spilling their brains. And if they had three lives? I’ll slit their throat in front of everyone and everything they ever loved. I’ll make the whole world watch as that bastard finally takes their last disgusting breath.”
By the time Techno was done talking, his voice had so much hate in it even the voices in his head felt fear. The bloodlust that the war pig emitted was palpable throughout the whole room.
Techno finally let go of Tommy’s hand, and stood up, ready to make him some food.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you again, I swear.”
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