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Technoblade paces around his cabin, his body shaking in both pure fear and consuming rage. He normally had Phil or Wilbur to ease the voices as they bounced around his head, piercing through any coherent or rational thought and replacing them with intrusive and sometimes downright cruel ones that only quietened when acted on. He didn't want his baby brother dead. In fact, everything he had ever done was to prevent him and his loved ones from death. From whatever the fuck the revival book would do to them if used and yet all he could think about was how good it would feel to have his lifeless body crushed in his hands, by his own hands. How the screams and the begging would perhaps be a good enough payback for every time that godforsaken child screwed him over.
He had, at this point, fully lost himself to the voices. He didn't know what time it was, where he even was or how much time had passed and he didn't care. Nothing got through to him except the chanting, taunting voices echoing so loud to the point he didn't hear the door go. There was, in his mind, no one at the door, no one trying to reach out. It confirmed what he feared was true. No one was actually there for him, as Techno. They were only after the Blade so the Blade is what they'll get. To some it will seem cruel. To others, it will only confirm the bias in their own minds and to his family…. They didn't matter.
They don't matter
They don't matter
They didn't even come and visit you
Betrayal
Betrayal
BETRAYAL
Blood
Revenge for the blood god at last
Revenge
Revenge..
Technoblade curls fists into his hair that at this point, had now become a knotted mess, very different from his usual neat and tidy braid, often decorated depending on how he was feeling. He pulls, the tension somewhat easing the increasingly loud thoughts.
And then he screams. It's loud and bloodcurdling. His voice is hoarse from hours… days..? Of crying and shouting at nothing. He stops just for a second, feeling as if the surrounding forest was suddenly and finally listening to him. Listening to the anguish that came with losing the only people he truly cared for over someone else's personal greed and disdain for others around them. He takes a deep breath and for the first time in what felt forever, he collapses onto the floor, entering a dreamless slumber that would later bring him an odd sense of peace.