Chapter Text
Tw for this chapter: Fighting and violence
Red.
He was covered in red.
At this moment it wasn't just the red of the other person's blood on his hands, no it was also the red that painted his skin all the time. A ghostly reminder of the people he's fought, the lives he lived.
The lives he taken.
Growing up Techno was raised to fight first and ask questions later. By the time he was 11 he was covered in red to the point where kids at school would stare. He felt them look down upon him, in disgust and fear.
He started wearing longer sleeves.
But he couldn't hide the yellow that covered his knuckles. He caused himself pain when he fought, when he chose to do it, so they showed up yellow instead of red.
His dad tried to help him, convince him that this wasn't the way he should be living his life. But Techno had already chosen this path.
He started to crave being covered in red. Red was better than yellow.
His few friends, Wilbur and Ranboo made slight jokes about how he was covered in red, how it looked like someone else's blood, and he should be some sort of god of blood.
His brain began to say "blood for the blood god" when he craved being covered in the color.
And he was fine with it. Fine looking how he looked, until suddenly it wasn't just red and yellow on his body.
He was out in the woods, his father near by trying to start a fire. Something about the great outdoors and time away from everything. Techno knew it meant time away from people and time away from fighting.
But suddenly they weren't alone out there. As Techno collected wood for the fire he heard a noise, and out from the shadows of the line of trees came a bear. A big one too.
Now he fought a lot, took a lot of people down, but he couldn't fight a bear that was at least 5 feet taller than him.
And suddenly he was on the ground, his back felt like it had been torn open, and when his dad rushed over to him, after the bear had ran off, he knew his back had.
It took three weeks in the hospital, a lot of stitches and surgeries to try and fix what happened, but he would be stained orange forever.
His friends began to joke that now he looked like an old Tupperware container that someone had put sauce in, and then stained it red and orange when they didn't wash it soon enough.
That made Techno smile.
But the stares he got on the street, in coffee shops and grocery stores made him loose that smile.
He wasn't a bad person, he just made bad choices, and he was paying for it.