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Technoblade Watson; Phil Watson’s son, Wilbur and Tommy Watson’s big brother. He was supposed to be that one older sibling that looks after the younger ones. The one they go to before their father. Instead he barely talked to any of them, never opened up to either of them and always had his head in ‘some stupid greek mythology book’, as Wilbur called it.
Phil was sometimes there for him, but when he was away on one of his very long adventures, Technoblade would 1. Wake up, 2. Go to school, 3. Get home, 4. Do homework in bedroom, 5. Make dinner before Tommy and Wilbur got home and then 6. Stay in his bedroom till morning. The cycle repeated itself over and over. Except on weekends, on those days he would maybe go downstairs by the warm fire and read his book, “The Iliad”.
Due to his very strict schedule, Technoblade wasn't the most popular at school. He was one of the least popular, being the smart kid that was the most shy. A weird contrast to his siblings, who were most popular within their respective year groups.
Although not everything was doom and gloom, he did have a few friends. Skeppy, Quackity and…Dream. It was an odd array of friends. Skeppy was believable, being one of Technoblade’s closest. However, Dream was the best football player the school had ever seen, going off to play for the London’s Football Club, getting multiple scholarships into many different universities and being a smart know-it-all. On top of all of this, he was a social butterfly, having an excess amount of friends.
Rumors were spread when people first saw them talking with each other during lunch.
“I heard they had a fight”
“Apparently Technoblade cheated off of him in maths”
“Dream’s only hanging out with him because of a project they’re doing together”
Technoblade never understood why Dream started talking to him a couple years ago, but so far nothing has happened to draw red flags.
*****
No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.
One of Technoblade’s favorite lines from the whole book. Maybe it was because of the way it was written, or maybe because he couldn’t focus on any other sentence considering Dream was talking his ear off about nothing and everything.
Something about football, then the school's leaky tap in the bathrooms, the drama teacher snogging the maths teacher in the science rooms and more and more.
“You don’t ever shut up do you?” Technoblade said, dead serious, still trying to read the same paragraph he’s been trying to read for 30 minutes.
Dream barked out a laugh, “Well considering you don’t ever talk I think it’s a good thing I’m carrying the conversation”
“Can you not see, I'm trying to read?”
“You’ve been reading the same page for ages and ages, doesn’t seem like you’re enjoying it much”
Technoblade huffed out a sigh, gently folding the top corner of his page, and closing the book. He looked up and saw Dream staring at him.
“You’re a monster,” Dream whispered in a scared tone. False shock emerged on his face.
“What?”
“You folded the book’s corner, I can never forgive you for this” Dream slapped a hand onto his chest, over his heart.
“Right, and since when did you read?” Technoblade drawled, crossing his arms.
“I read! I read a great deal actually. It’s one of my favourite pass times”
Technoblade snorted a laugh, “Sure sure, whatever you say Mr I-do-sports-and-nothing-else”
“Hey! I think you’d like to know, I got the highest score in the Physics test today. I scored even higher than-“ A hand being whacked on his shoulder shut him up in his ramblings to try and show off.
Behind him stood Sapnap, or Sap as Dream calls him. Sapnap was wearing his usual black cargo trousers and white graphic shirt with a fire symbol on it. The white ribbon of his bandana was tight around his mop of black curls, that definitely needed a cut. He was also part of the school’s football team, sporting the red and blue bracelet all the members wore. Except Dream’s, his was red and yellow to show he was the captain.
When Sapnap got Dream’s attention on him, he asked him whether he was coming to the party that night or not, which was being held at Karls. Another one of the football members.
“Wouldn’t miss it, he’s invited the rest of the team, yeah?” Dream inquired
“‘Cause dude, why wouldn’t he?” Sapnap looked confusedly at him, cracking his knuckles.
“Alright, I’ll see you there then,” Dream smiled. Sapnap content with the answer started walking away. “Don’t forget the ‘punch’!” Dream’s hands did quotations around the word punch, which made Technoblade question. Sapnap gave him a thumbs up and started walking back to the main corridor to leave the cafeteria.
“Punch?”
“Yeah, well it's just cranberry juice mixed with alcohol, but we call it punch so our parents dont go crazy at us” Dream sniggered, “You should come along, it would be fun. Better than sitting at home reading a book all evening. You said your dad was out of town?”
Technoblade almost burst out laughing, him going to a party filled with strangers he doesn’t know, drunk teenagers making dumb decisions and especially since he’s got a lot of homework to get done? Nope.
“Nah, I’m good. You go and enjoy getting drunk” He said with a fake smile
“Aww dude come on, you have to get out the house, you know, make friends?”
“Yada yada, no. I’m quite happy being at home tonight”
Dream tried giving him the puppy eyes, “Those only work on George and you know it, now leave me alone to read my book” Technoblade replied
“Fine, fine, but I guess I’ll just make it so you can’t read the rest of it” With that Dream snatched the book from the table and took off running out the cafeteria. Causing a commotion to stir. Everybody turned in their seats to stare at him sprinting away from Technoblade.
Speaking of him, Technoblade sighed, shoved his backpack on his back and ran straight after him shouting “Get back here you slimy green-“
Dream’s howl of laughter could be heard from miles away, “Catch me first Techno~”
*****
This was the worst fucking day of his life. Being stuck in a crowd of drunk off their asses teenagers and having no one to talk to. He was stuck in the dining room, sitting on a plush red chair that smelt of flowers and lemons at the same time. Karl’s parents, Technoblade had realised, were very wealthy. Chandeliers in every room within a giant mansion of a house. It was completely different from his wooden cottage of a home in the tundra.
Somewhere in the room he could hear people snogging, making him wrinkle up his nose in disgust. Some kind of pop music was being blasted around the house, he was surprised there were no noise complaints from the neighbours yet.
He can’t remember how many times he has had to refuse ‘punch’ from multiple different people. The dining room being his only solace since no one had come up to him yet, just looking at him and continuing with their own lives and conversations.
That was until someone had come up to him, reeking of alcohol, and had started to grumble about how Technoblade never came to parties before and they were surprised to see him out with others. Technoblade just shot him a fake smile and excused himself from the conversation, trying to look for Dream.
He got to the kitchen first, it was a nice enough room, but not when there were frat boys from the local university smoking what seemed to be weed. They were piled on chairs, the floor and the table, all laughing about some joke the other had said.
Technoblade just rolled his eyes and carried on to the hallway trying to dodge people standing in his way. It was then that he heard him, Dream was practically shouting and laughing his arse off about some story he was telling his friends.
They were situated in the living room, nearly all the football members and a few girls were listening to him. From vaguely listening, Technoblade could tell it was about some time Dream had failed his driving test.
Technoblade tried to get away from Dream's sight as soon as possible, but it was too late, of course it would be too late.
“Eyyy, the man of the party! Techno come here!” He shouted even louder. Suddenly all the eyes that were previously on him were averted to him. Technoblade didn’t like all the attention, it made him feel itchy.
But alas he started to walk over to the table, awkwardly sitting down on the couch next to Dream.
“Hi” He said to everyone
“Technoblade right? It’s Eret, nice to meet you” A tall brunette held his hand out to him, it felt like a business deal when he shook it.
“Nice to meet you too”
“See, you’re already making friends. Here have a drink” Dream offered another one of those stupid red cups, it made Technoblade feel ill from just looking at it, “Don’t worry, it’s only juice. I know you don’t drink”
“Thanks,” Technoblade mumbled, taking a sip. It was just as Dream said it was. Apple juice.
It had taken a while, but soon the whole living room broke out into conversations between smaller groups. Technoblade started talking to Eret and the boy sat next to them.
It was an interesting conversation, they were talking about what they wanted to do after school. Eret said they wanted to become an artist, although playing football for the majority of their life. The other boy, Technoblade found out was called Sam, wanted to take a course to learn how to teach. He said he enjoyed baby sitting and that it couldn’t be that hard to teach them how to add 2+2.
Technoblade laughed at that, children were his nightmares, especially orphans for some reason or other.
When they asked him what he would want to do, he didn’t have an answer. Instead he just sat there and mumbled something along the lines of being an author.
Suddenly Sapanp shouted into the living room that there were two people having a fight in the bathrooms and everyone had to come and see it. Dream shot out of his seat, excitement plastered on his face, he gathered everyone else and they all ran to the shouts of ‘Fight Fight Fight’.
Technoblade wasn’t interested and instead opted to just listen for the fight to calm down, drinking his apple juice.
*****
It wasn’t until 4 am that Technoblade got home. The walk in the snow was comforting after being stuck in a humid house for hours on end. But it wasn’t until he got outside his door that he realised the hallway lights were still on.
That wasn’t a good sign. Heaving a sigh, Technoblade shoved open the door, keeping his head down and closed it behind him.
He shook off the snow from his boots and cloak before hanging them both up on the rack near the front door, so they could dry.
A cough startled him, making him reach for the wooden bat Philza had told them to use incase of danger whilst he was away. It was always by the front door, just leant up against the wall.
Turning around he could see a mess of brown curls, of course Wilbur would be up, waiting for him to come home. Not out of kindness, but out of annoyance and curiosity.
“Where the fuck were you?” He hisses, obviously trying to not wake up their youngest sibling, Tommy.
“Out” Technoblade responds, pushing past him to get into the warm living room.
“No shit, but where?” Wilbur insists
Technoblade stares at him, cold and uninviting, “I said I was out, that’s all you need to know”
Wilbur’s face hardened, not impressed by Technoblades response “Well, imagine my surprise when Tommy calls me and says he’s been sitting out in the fucking rain for two hours because you weren’t there to pick him up from basketball”
Well, that’s news to Technoblade, “Since when has it been my responsibility to pick him up from basketball? You always pick him up.”
“I told you this morning to pick him up because i couldn’t, you obviously weren’t paying attention seeing as you always have your nose stuck in a book” Wilbur scoffed
“I was out with friends, now drop it Wilbur, I am not your personal assistant when you suddenly need help,” Technoblade said with finality “You never help me out when i need it, so why should i?”
“You’re his brother Technoblade!” Wilbur shouted now, losing his temper.
“So? Both of you have never acted as if we’re siblings,” Technoblade raised his voice slightly, trying to take control of the situation.
“Whatever, just don’t-“ Wilbur started, cutting himself halfway through with a sigh, “I’m just going to go to bed” He walked away upstairs, the floorboards creaking as he went.
Technoblade didn’t go to bed that night, instead he opted to stay by the fire and read the rest of his book.
*****
That wasn't the last party Technoblade went to either, he went to multiple parties over the next three weeks. He was out almost every night with his new found friend group, who all welcomed him since they were close with Dream and trusted him.
Eret and Sam became close friends of his, they’d talk about nothing and everything. Technoblade was happy. He never had another confrontation with Wilbur, and they went back to barely seeing each other, just the way Technoblade preferred.
It wasn’t long until Dream had texted him early one Sunday morning saying he should show up to the football club trials for his school, that afternoon. He’d been reluctant at first, saying he was busy or he wasn’t good with sports at all. But Dream had insisted, and so here he was one rainy Sunday afternoon, in a grass field wearing his sports clothes that were two sizes too small and had been chucked into the back of his wardrobe for years.
There must have only been five or six people trying out for the team, and Technoblade was alright at football, nowhere near Dream’s level, but he used to play it a lot when he was younger with his brothers. They stopped after Philza kept on leaving too often at a time to go on adventures, he was never sure why they did.
He remembered one memory, Tommy had to have been seven or eight at the time, and he had come bounding downstairs with a worn football shoved under his arm. He had practically begged Technoblade to play with him in the snow, to try some new skills he had been learning. He agreed and pulled his cloak on, making sure he was kept warm from the blistering snow outside.
Tommy had previously tried to ask Wilbur to come too, but he refused and just stayed in the kitchen trying to make some vegetable soup. At the time it was very odd for Wilbur to miss an opportunity to play football with Tommy, but Technoblade guessed he was just not in the mood.
When they got outside they started to try and kick the ball between the both of them, laughing for hours, until their ears and lips went blue from the coldness. When Philza called them inside, they drank the hot chocolate Philza had prepared for them, warming themselves up very quickly. It was domestic, he was happy, it was..in the past.
Technoblade shook his head, trying to rid himself of the memory. He missed it, he’d never say it aloud, but he missed the way his family used to be.
After the football trials, Dream took Technoblade to his “special place”. Only Dream and the team knew about this area, it was a break from the trees within the forest behind their school. It was a small area, easily missed if walked past, but it felt comforting, strangely enough.
“I uh, I come here a lot after football practice, just to cool down and relax before going home” Dream mumbled looking up at the grey clouds in the sky, “The guys know about it, but they normally leave me to relax”
“Why? Don’t you just go home?” Technoblade questioned, facing Dream, who was sitting on a moss filled rock.
“Nah, home’s not my favourite place. That’s why I started football, to escape I guess,” He whispered
Technoblade hummed, agreeing fully with him. He didn’t bother to ask anymore questions, he knew he’d be invading his privacy.
Both of them sat in the cleared area for a long time, just talking things over and talking about Dream’s football career. He had planned to accept the scholarship from Prime University, opting to take a history major.
Dream then asked him what he wanted to do when he left school. Technoblade didn’t have as much excitement as Dream. He’s thought about it since Sam and Eret had asked, so far it was to just get away as far as possible from his family. How depressing.
*****
It was late, to put it simply. It was late and it was cold.
It must have been around 2 am, and Technoblade had been wobbling through the snow. There was yet another party, this time being held at Sapnaps house.
Technoblade chose to drink alcohol that night, trying to ’let loose a little’ as he had put it. He most definitely wasn’t forced to drink, in fact the complete opposite. Dream had told him that he can’t break his lifelong sober-ness, he had ignored him of course, and instead decided to down three or more drinks.
The unfortunate side being that he now was drunk, and was trying to walk home in the cold.
He saw a light was on in his house, it was odd seeing as Wilbur never confronted him again after the first time. Shivering he stepped foot into the house.
“What time do you call this?!” a voice boomed, a voice Technoblade recognised way too much. Philza.
“You’re- you’re home? When did you arrive?” Technoblade responded with, fully expecting him to come back in another two weeks.
“Yes, I am home. Now tell me, where were you?” He demanded, behind him stood Wilbur, a smirk over his face. That bitch ratted him out, “And you reek of alcohol!”
Technoblade steeled his expression to his best ability, “I was out with friends”, he took off his coat and boots, hanging them yet again on the rack.
“Yes, Wil has told me all about your late night escapades. It is despicable that you decide to get home at god knows what hours in the morning, wake your brothers up early on school nights!” Philza shouted at him, turning a red colour.
“AND WHY SHOULD YOU CARE? HUH?” Technoblade exploded, shouting all his might at his father, who looked very shocked, “You’re never home, always always go away on your little adventures, leaving us here. They’re not my responsibility, Phil, they’re yours”
A small head popped out from behind Wilbur, a helmet of blonde hair covering his eyes and nearly shoulder length could be seen. Tommy looked like he had just woken up, still in his pajamas.
“They are your brothers Technoblade, and how dare you shout at me like that, after not seeing me for three weeks” Philza hollered
A very loud ringing noise filled Technoblades head. It was loud and sharp, scaring him, making him clutch his ears and buckle slightly.
“Hel-“
“Hiya-“
“We’re- a-wake -ow”
“A-out ti-me”
“Tech-blade?”
“-chno?”
“TECHNO?”
He brought his head up, now realizing tears were flowing down his face. Wilbur was holding a teary eyed Tommy, who was staring back at him. A warm hand landed on his shoulder, taking him by surprise.
“Blo- for -he blood Go-“
“Kil- ‘im”
“Ge- the ba-t!”
He fell back from Philza’s hand, his eyes bloodshot and scared glint in them. He shakily stood up, still gripping his ears, the ringing sound now just white noise.
“Bloo-d Kil- Him”
“Ma-e hi- bleed!”
“Gra-b th- ba-“
“BLO-D FOR TH- BLOO- GOD-“
“BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD”
Technoblade fumbled for the bat behind him, gripped it in his hand, feeling the wood invite him and a weird sense of excitement flowing from the cracks. A feral edge plastered over his face. His pupils were nearly not visible.
He brought the bat to his right and swung at Philza, making contact with a solid object narrowly missing his face. The staircase banister was hit instead, creating a massive dent in the side. Something in him growled, seeing that Philza had dodged the swing.
Bringing the bat above his head, nearly about to bring it crashing down on Philza, when a punch sent him reeling. Falling backwards, not expecting it, the bat rolling away from him.
He looked up at Wilbur, standing fearfully as if he couldn’t realise what he had just done.
Just as he was about to pounce on him, a voice shouted somewhere.
“STOP, PLEASE” Tommy
Technoblade’s vision slowly came back, the red rimmed edges of his eyes slowly turning back to white. He slumped, feeling an overwhelming amount of tiredness wash over him.
“Run! Ge- out o- ther-“
“The-y thin- you’r- a -onster”
That’s all it took to push himself up off the ground, and run. He shoved the front door open, forgetting completely that he wasn’t wearing shoes or wearing anything to protect him against the cold.
He could vaguely hear shouts for him to get back in the house but he didn’t listen, sprinting as fast as he could on cold wobbly feet. His pink long hair getting caught in the wind, and his glasses askew.
Technoblade ran for what felt like hours and hours, but was most probably only thirty minutes. It was until his legs started getting too numb to work anymore, now trudging through the snow until he fell against a tree.
He hadn’t paid much attention to the fresh tears running down his cheeks, until he picked his hands up to breathe into them to keep warm.
Sitting in the snow, reluctantly, even though he couldn’t move if he tried, was a terrible idea. The wetness of the snow slightly melting made him feel empty, and most of all freezing.
His phone, which he had forgotten he had on him, started to ring, it rang over and over. Multiple people obviously trying to reach him.
Technoblade just sat there, knees hugged to his chest, unmoving, part for his chattering teeth.
It took a while for his phone to stop. His best bet was that it had switched off from the cold.
That was when he sobbed, his cries echoing in the wood of the trees and the small animals halting in their steps. He sobbed and cried and shouted and cursed at everything and everyone.
The last thing he heard was a chilling voice, even more chilling than the weather surrounding him.
“Hello Technoblade, it’s been a while”