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"HAHAHA! TAKE THAT, COWARDS!" Techno shouted, his squared avatar placing a two-block wall, causing the hunters to fall into the lava below. "TECHNOBLADE NEVER DIES!"

"NO!" Tubbo and Wilbur shouted in sync. Tommy was focused, desperately trying to place a block to stop the fall, which only killed him. Phil was laughing, repeating about how much of an idiot they all were.

"When we all are eating bacon tonight, don't ask where Techno went!" Tommy hissed, but even he couldn't contain his laughter.

"Ha! Well then, good luck getting me now." Techno smirked, leaning forwards slightly. They were all gathered in the main room, controllers in hand, Wilbur being the only one using a laptop. The five were all invested deeply in the game, barely talking, but also shooting accusations and insults to the others.

"No fair, you looked at our screens and saw where we were!" Tubbo fake whined, giggling when Tommy bonked him to be quiet. "Hey!"

"No, you guys just chose bright skins." Techno rolled his eyes, noticing Tommy and Tubbo look at each other's skins for a long moment.

"...Shit." Said the one with the bright pink, blue, and white skin.

"Yeah, that makes sense." Said the one with the bright green, pink, and black skin.

[an hour later]

Techno couldn't help but find himself really wanting someone's warm blood seeping through his coat, wanting to violently kill another person that deserved it. Killing random people wasn't as fun, because you don't know their past. But when you do know someone's past, like, say, a pedophile, then it was more entertaining. 

Blood. 

We want blood!

Tear someone limb from limb.

GET BLOOD, FUCKING COWARD!

BLOOD!

BLOOD!

BLOOD!

"Shut up." Techno accidentally whispered aloud. 

"What?" Wilbur gave him a weird look, turning  back to his screen to see that Tommy had killed him. "Son of a... You fucking gremlin."

"Nothing, just talking to mysel- WHAT?" Techno shouted when Tubbo shrieked, his character coming up to Techno's from behind and damaging him lots. When the 'You Died!' screen came up, he let out an overexaggerated "NOOOOOOOOO!"

"The blood god really can die!" Wilbur chuckled, earning a light punch in the shoulder from Techno. 

Tubbo stretched, yawning. He leaned on Tommy, looking light he was fighting to stay awake.

"You better not fall asleep on me." Tommy said, but didn't make an attempt to move or make the boy get off. Tubbo smiled, whispering 'now I'll fall asleep on you in spite, dumbass.'

"Awww, look, your kids are bonding." Wilbur teased Phil, earning a joking 'awww' from the man. Tommy shot a strong glare at them, still not moving Tubbo away. In fact, it looked like he was trying to make the boy comfortable.

"Aw, is that a heart Tommy has?" Techno smiled wide at the intensity of the glare that he received. Standing up, the man muffled a yawn in his sleeve. "Wilbur, where would I be staying?"

"Oh! Right, that'd be important. Follow me, you too, Phil. You guys get to share a room." Wilbur led the two to a guest room beside another one, showing them the bathroom that connected the two rooms. Techno and Phil would get the one farthest, while Tommy and Tubbo would get the one closer to Wilbur's.

Techno, who had picked his bags up previously, dropped his things on his side of the room, the one closer to the window. Phil had already picked the darker side of the room, after questioning Techno.

Laying his things out, Techno got comfortable in his own bed. Murmuring a goodnight to Phil, his eyes slowly fluttered shut. Sleep came over him like a wave, crashing over him and lulling him into a deep calm.

He woke up in the middle of the night, chest hurting and body trying to heave. He snapped up quicker than you can say Blood God, at attention in seconds and opening the door to the bathroom.

He blindly tried to close the door to the bathroom, heaving and coughing violently into the toilet. Scarlet red blood fell from his jaws, gaping for any kind of air.

Techno internally begged that this would just stop, just- just go away. He wished so desparately.

It took a few minutes, but eventually Techno stopped retching and coughing his heart out. He still stood over the toilet, his knuckles white from gripping it so hard, panting. Drool mixed with blood ran down his chin, but his eyes searched the contents of what he threw up. No food, no... Actually, was it his stomach that hurt, or his chest?

"Techno?" Phil asked from the doorway, causing the tranced man to flinch. "Jesus christ... I- You need to go to a hospital, this isn't... I'll go tell Wil."

"No!" Techno wiped the blood from his mouth, turning and facing Phil. "I'm- I'm okay. Don't bother him for me- please?"

"Wilbur won't care, he's not going to be mad. This is serious, he'd risk the world to keep you safe, I have to tell him." Phil tried to reason, "I know you don't want me to; I get it. But this could be deadly, Techno, you could be dying."

Good.

You'd be better off dead.

Blood for the blood god.

Blood.

We want blood.

Kill him now, suffocate the young ones, kill the other in his sleep.

Good idea.

E.

Blood.

KILL THE BOY, TOMMY MUST DIE!

Stop quoting the fucking roleplay, Jerald.

Don't tell me what to d- BLOOD!

Blood.

Kill.

Death.

Death wouldn't be so bad, then the voices might finally leave me alone, Techno thought, eyes wide and pleading as he watched Phil go.

"Oh fuuuuck." Techno whined to himself, turning and staring at the blood he had choked up. It shimmered in the light, taunting him, knowing it messed so much up for him.

"Techno? Holy fuck, are you- what the hell- are you okay?" Wilbur rushed over, gently putting his hand under Techno's chin and making the boy look him in the eyes.

His lips were dark, and his attempts to wipe all the blood away didn't work very well. It was evident that he had coughed all of that up, but what was weirder was the

petals stirring around. Tiny black thorns were visible on top of the petals, blending in when the white-pink color wasn't beneath them. "Did you eat a flower or something?"

"No, I did not eat a flower." Techno rolled his eyes, "Who do you think I am, Tubbo?"

"I'm taking you to the hospital then."

"No, wait, I did eat a flower!"

"Stop joking around."

"I'm fine, I swear. Just coughed something up." Even Techno couldn't keep his voice from shaking. "Trust m-"

"No." Wilbur moved forwards, flushing the toilet, and wetting a rag. He pressed it against Techno's mouth, patting gently to get rid of the blood on his lips. He also

wiped it just beneath the boys nose, getting rid of what looked like a nosebleed. "I'm driving you to the hospital, and that's final."

"You sound like my mom." Techno rolled his eyes, "Really, Wilbur, I promise you I'm fine!"

Wilbur and Techno locked eyes for a moment, and Techno felt small under the look of searching, the weight of the worry. Guilt tugged at his gut, and he held his breath

for a moment. There was no way to get out of this, was there?

"Now go get dressed, be out in five. Yes, five minutes. No more, no less." Wilbur walked past Techno, waking Tommy and Tubbo. Closing the door behind him so they didn't

try to look at the evidence, Techno had to strain his hearing to hear what he was saying. "Toms, Tubs, I need you guys to wake up and get dressed, we're heading to the

hospital in ten minutes. No questions, hurry up."

Techno knew Wilbur would drag him whether he was dressed in sleepwear or not, so he decided that he should make himself presentable. Flushing the toilet and trudging

back into his room just as Phil left, he searched his bag and fit himself into a simple light blue sweater and dark jeans. Quickly fixing his messy hair, he brushed his

teeth and for once enjoyed the sharp mint taste. Much better than the taste of blood and probably stomach acid.

He made it out just before Tommy and Tubbo, trying to beg his friends to not take him- he was American, surely that wasn't how it worked, right?

"Well, good for us, we don't have a totally fucked medical system." Wilbur rolled his eyes.

(i dont actually know if this is possible, uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh i assuuuuuuuummmmmmeeeee maybe? just go with it)

"Please, don't- I assure you I'm fine, I'm okay, I-I- Come on." Techno winced at his stutter and how fast he was talking. Why were they worried? Were they really about

to let a murderer be helped? Someone who's probably killed loved ones? He thinks he's killed a man that looked kind of like Wilbur, just older- maybe. Right? Why was

he so panicked? Oh, right, he'd have to talk to someone he didn't know. That was all that he was panicked about, yeah, yeah, sure.

"What the fuck is going on?" Tommy yawned, entering the room with a wide-awake Tubbo. Tommy was practically clinging to the boy now, tiredly trudging after the older.

"Techno here is a little sick." Phil tipped his head to Techno, who tried to protest. 

"A little sick?" Tubbo asked, glancing at Techno, "It sounded like he was dying!"

Wilbur only looked sadder at Techno, the murderer curling in on himself slightly. He wasn't a kid, he was okay- he is okay. He's fine. 

Maybe.