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He draws his sword back to its original place, strangled by a belt on his right side. The man scoffs as he notices annoying red marks on his white shirt, or it used to be white. He truly hates when people resist and end up ruining his clothes. He walks over the corpses of the robbers, scanning through the area. His eyes catch a glimpse of little foreheads behind bushes, he scoffs yet again. “Scurry to your parents before I stab every one of you brats”, he threatens the little children, who earlier were captured by the now dead robbers. Soon the children disappear into a deep forest and their ‘savior’ continues his day like usual.
He walks until he hears the familiar sound of running water. Well his shirt is covered in disgusting blood, so he turns to the direction of the sound. His long pink hair sways with the wind, even though it’s mostly held together by a single braid. A crown sits on top of his head, making his pink hair stand out even more. A red cape resting on his shoulders, and a mask that looks like some animal’s skull is protecting his identity from others by covering the top half of his face. His whole outfit stands out in the green forest, making him a perfect target if he wasn’t so skilled and confident with his trusty sword.
He stops in front of a lake. Not feeling very energetic he throws the red cape off his shoulders, a loud thud echoing from the drop. He takes off his shirt, relieving scars from years and years of battles and terror. He sits down by the lake and lets the flowing water do its work.
He stayed by the lake for a while, just enjoying the quietness and alone time. After some time the shirt is finally free from the blood and is put to dry on some tree’s branch. The man lays himself down next to the tree and lets out a very long sigh. “I just want to die…”
“Techno! Get up you lazy child”, a voice yells. Opening his eyes, Techno recognizes Phil’s face and loud yelling. “What? I was enjoying my beautysleep”, Techno complains, rubbing his eyes annoyed. “I have something, or rather someone to show you”, Phil explains happily. Techno shows no signs of interest in what the old man had to show him and lies back down. Phil gives an encouraging kick to the sleepy boy’s back. “Get up, you’re going to be a brother”, the old man informs matter of factly. This earned a painful yelp and a groan after: “A brother?” Phil nods and walks away, knowing the young boy will follow him. He was right, it doesn’t take long for young Techno to run after him.
Phil and Techno arrived home and there was a boy. Phil quickly explained that he found the boy heavily injured and bleeding and he just couldn’t leave the boy alone. So he carried the boy back to their home to treat his injuries. Soon Phil learned that the boy, Wilbur, didn’t have a home. Now they’re here and Wilbur and Techno will be brothers from now on.
“Hm. Do you know how to swing a sword?” Techno asks, he kind of could’ve expected this from an old man like Phil so he accepted it very easily. “No, but I know how to handle explosions”, Wilbur answers, pushing his hair so that it hides his face. Techno tilts his head sideways, observing the nervous boy in front of him. “Do you want to play?” Techno requests.
Not even five minutes later the two young boys leave to find materials for explosions. Wilbur’s injuries limit his moving, but Techno promises to do all the work if Wilbur gives the instructions. That day Phil knew that these two boys will create chaos or something good. It only took a few years for Phil to realize which one it was.
The man lying under the big tree wakes up from his dream in cold sweat. He looks around frantically. Soon his breathing calms down after realizing the situation. “A dream straight from my own memories. Kind of rude isn’t it?” He laughs bitterly. Forgetting the dream quickly and putting his shirt and cape on, Techno continues his way home.
Sun disappears and a deep cold darkness comes soon after that. The moon slowly starts to shine in the night sky, bright enough to help to see in the dark night. No one dares to make a sound in the deep forest, occasionally a bird rustles its wings.
Right by the forest there’s a village full of laughs, yells, people and light. Completely mindless of the silent forest next to it. It doesn’t take long for anyone to realize that the village is celebrating something.
Techno is calmly walking closer to the village full of people. Soon close enough to see the banners and what is written on them: “Blood for the blood god!” He raises his eyebrows in a curious manner. “Interesting”, he mumbles, continuing his way into the village.
At some point, Techno finds himself watching closely as children celebrate. Their laughs and careless actions stirs something inside Techno. Hatred? No, it couldn’t be that. Jealousy — no, it’s not that either. The unknown emotion stays unknown, at least for now, since Techno is too tired to focus on himself. He moves his gaze from the children to drunken men. They’ve taken notice of Techno’s unusual appearance. This doesn’t bother the man in question, it’s pretty common for people to stare at him.
“I’ve never seen you here before”, someone states behind Techno. Techno doesn’t bother answering. The other isn’t faced by the masked stranger and sits next to him. “I’m Tubbo”, he introduces himself. Techno acts like the boy next to him is not there, he really doesn’t want to be bothered at the moment. Tubbo seems to catch on, but doesn’t leave his place next to the other. A sudden question rises up in Techno’s mind.
“What is this village celebrating?” The masked man asks, even though it’s pretty easy to figure out. Tubbo’s eyes lit up. “Blood for the blood god of course! He saved this village fifty years ago. Without him this village would not stand here today”, the boy explains, with excitement in his eyes. Techno has never been so confused. Is that really something worth celebrating over?
“Why that mask and that outfit?” Tubbo questions. He gots an scoff for an answer. Tubbo furrows his eyebrows, why did he scoff? “I like it. It scares people”, Techno smirks. “Oh”, the small boy mumbles. “Have you ever seen the god your village is worshipping?” Techno asks, finding himself observing Tubbo’s eyes closely. “No, but my father saw him! He said that he was scary, but had a really good heart!” The excitement appears again in Tubbo’s eyes. The forgotten unknown feeling stirs again.
“How old are you?” Tubbo is thrown off by the question first, but soon smiles. “Sixteen! You?” Tubbo is a lot older than Techno first thought. Leaving Tubbo’s question unanswered, Techno moves to an alley. Tubbo decides that it’s better not to follow the weird stranger, even though he had more questions.
Hours pass by and the celebration is moved from outside to inside. It’s mostly adults at this point, since the children have gone to their dream lands. Beside that, Techno is still wandering around the village. He should be making his way home, but here he is, still in the small village. He has this feeling that he should not leave yet.
“Let go of him!” a loud desperate cry passes by Techno’s ears. “Tommy! Help!” Techno’s ears perk up, he recognizes this voice. “Tubbo!” another cry, and a sign for Techno. He adjusts his mask, a smirk forming on his lips. The rest happens by a flash.
He draws his sword, swiping the blood away before putting it back to his side. He feels two pairs of eyes burning into his neck. “You- You… killed them?” Tubbo gasps. “Hm. Looks like it”, Techno affirms, poking the new corpses with his foot just to make sure.
“Can you teach me!” a happy voice exclaims. Techno watches Tubbo’s friend amused, usually kids are freaked out when people are killed in front of them. “No”, Techno refuses despite his amusement. Tubbo’s friend groans disappointed. Techno’s eyes linger over the two friends. The happy and excited one reminds him of —Techno shakes his head not wanting to remember his brother now.
“You two kids go to sleep. Remember I didn’t kill them, they were drunk and killed each other”, Techno contends, turning his back to the kids. “Wait! Tommy! That’s my name”, Tommy yells after his savior. Techno lets out a little laugh, kids these days.