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Calloused fingers gripped tightly to the sword handle as Technoblade twirled, which is the most graceful way to put the movement he’d made almost 10 times now, and his falling apart braid whipped around and hit him straight on his chest. Sweat dripped down his heated back and red face and quick intakes of breath echoed the empty forest along with cracks from small fallen branches his boots kept destroying. With another quick jab at nothing, his slightly shaking arm pointed directly at a passing rabbit, knocking him out of his concentrated state as he stared. The animal blinked at him quietly for a few moments before scurrying off and a throaty chuckle was released.
The man had been out here for almost 3 hours now, vigorously continuing to train, a vivid red cape hung on a fallen tree that flew gently in the dying wind of the afternoon. Sun beaming down, Technoblade decided he’d take a break for now, bringing in larger puffs of air and plopping himself down onto the same log as his cape sat on.
Grinding his teeth and rubbing his temples, the hybrid groaned at the voices still yelling in his head. Usually, swinging his sword around for a few hours and getting lost in his own mind made them go quiet. At least temporarily. But today didn’t seem to be the case.
Instead, they just grew louder and it made his whole body ache and heartbeat thump more than it should.
“Could we just be quiet for right now? I’ll do whatever just… hush,” he said to himself quietly although there was no reason to; nobody accompanied him.
Everything seemed crowded in his mind and his now shaking fingers rubbed at the still wet temples, drenched in sweat he hadn’t bothered to wipe off yet. Technoblade tried to shove his own voice into the conversation but was quickly tuned out as they all conversed amongst themselves as if they were making a decision.
He could only pray they didn’t want him to do anything too bad.
For a second, there was a silence that only came when a collective decision had been made before they all decided to blurt it out at once. Never was it a good thing but the pinkette could hope.
“Cake.”
“We want cake!”
“Red, red, red.”
“Red cake indeed!”
“Make it look pretty!”
Contorting his face and leaning back off his knees a bit in surprise, the man looked among the ground as he continued to listen. Every one of the eerie and unsettling noises in his head wanted cake; a red cake to be specific. They declared over and over, “Cake for the blood god!”
There was no bloody request, no gorey need to fill that weird and empty hole inside of him. No plead for murder, for chaos, for everything and everyone to be harmed and for him to brutally kill whoever he could get his hands on.
It was incredibly surreal to Technoblade who still sat baffled as the voices chattered on, coming up with decoration ideas and what frosting they would use and oh what lovely tastes they could create!
Unfortunately, he still wasn’t as hyped as them.
“I don’t know how to make a cake,” he interrupted as if the voices in his head were people standing right in front of him.
Some of them groaned and grumbled, commenting how “not fun” and “weird” Technoblade was for not knowing how to make a simple cake. He would have scoffed if some of the others chimed in.
“Phil!”
“Phil is all knowing.”
“He can bake! I just know it!”
“Bakeza!”
That last one made the hybrid chuckle a little.
Shaking his head and mulling over the idea for a few more moments, Technoblade gnawed at his inner lip, tapping his fingers along his leg. He was up for the idea but he was still unsure since he had never in his life baked and wasn’t fully confident that Phil had either. But then again, he’d never know unless he asked.
Collecting his things, the pinkette shook his head as the voices cheered for him, excited and ready to get started on what a wonderful and tasty sweet they would make. Throwing his cape over one of his shoulders, the trek home started with the voices hyping him up the whole way.