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Technoblade was close to being, if not was the , strongest person in all of the Esempi.
However, that did not mean there weren’t other strong people that were willing to fight him, and it also put a big fat target on his back. The target might have come from his villain status or maybe his reputation of killing everyone in his path. But who actually cared for the details, what mattered was the fact he was currently bleeding out in a grimy alleyway.
In all honesty, it hadn’t been his fault. Technoblade was simply patrolling the area, looking for something to do, someone to kill, or just anything to distract him, when Morpheus had popped up out of nowhere in his stupid bright green suit.
He had been excited for the fight, usually the two did nothing more than an over-glorified spar, and usually Morpheus hadn’t used underhanded tricks such as pulling a knife out and stabbing him before running off, leaving without so much as a goodbye.
With the knife that rested in his upper chest, in his lungs or at the very least close to them, Technoblade was finding it much harder to breathe, and seeing as he was actively dying so people would know his face sooner rather than later, he took off his mask and set it down in his lap. He thought briefly of when he had first created the mask, proudly showing it off to Phil. It was a cool mask, he hopes Wilbur takes it.
Coldness was seeping into his bones and the blood caused his clothes to cling to his skin, leaving him claustrophobic. He was tired. He thought of some poor kid stumbling upon his body, then the police surrounding him, taping off the alleyway before telling Phil and Wilbur that not only was he dead but their beloved son and brother was in fact the Blood God. He thought of Wilbur with his violent mood swings and self sacrificing attitude. He thought of Phil with his cold anger and overwhelming guilt.
He smiled as he thought of the two tearing the world apart as revenge.
It was quiet in the alley, or as quiet as a crime ridden, impoverished, lower district city could be, and for that Techno was thankful.
The quiet was nice and welcoming.
Until it wasn’t quiet anymore.
“Oi, dickhead, the fuck are you doing here?,” Oh my god, Techno couldn’t even die in peace, “This is the like the worst place to sleep ever, king. Unless you want to die.”
If Techno had the energy he would have laughed, can’t this person see he was dying?
“Um, hello? Big man, you doing alright?” Would they just shut up.
It went quiet again, Techno hoped they had left.
“Oh! Holy shit! Yer bleeding! Why didn’t you say anything big man?,” They finally exclaimed getting closer to Techno as they spoke, or he assumed so as he felt a warm something settle near him, “Alright, let’s get you patched up.”
The person rambled as they poked and prodded at Techno’s wound, ignoring his grunts of pain. They talked about their plants, a cat, their favorite food (something called ‘the big man surprise’), and whatever else seemed to pop into their head. While they spoke Techno couldn’t help but wonder how stupid they were, did they not see the mask? Did they not know who they were helping?
Techno felt much more tired now, but he figured this wasn’t the worst way to die, at least this person was trying to help and wasn’t the worst to listen to. Finally, he felt the knife being pulled from his stomach, and holy shit did that feel like the rest of his blood was just getting drained out of his body like a dollar store water balloon.
“Big man, I’m gonna need you to keep still, this shouldn’t hurt, but I’ve never healed a piglin before, so who knows,” the person said, clear enough to give Techno a warning, “and who would’ve thought my first time doing it would be with the Blood God himself, pretty fucking pog if you ask me.”
Ah, ok. So, they weren’t complete idiot. Techno can’t help but hope the healer won’t snitch on him, he would hate for them to die.
“Here we go, Mr. Blood God. Don’t go perma dying on me now, yeah?” And with that, a blinding warmth filled Techno as he finally succumbed to the cold darkness.
-
Techno woke up with a sore body and pounding headache, and in all honesty, if this is what heaven was like, he was pissed.
He was quiet as he scanned wherever it is he was. The walls were brown, the floor was covered in a variety of trash, and overall there was a flowery scent with a heavy underlining milkiness of a pup, but no other scent was detected. Now, Techno was not a softie by any means, but he did not like the state of the room paired with the scent of a runt.
There was a quiet shuffling, a whisper yell, and then a boy stumbled into the room. The kid was lanky, with golden blonde hair, bright blue eyes and golden fur that started on his cheeks and led up to the rounded ears that rested on the top of his head. The kid stared at him with wide eyes before relaxing. “Good to see you awake, king. How you feeling?”
Techno couldn’t help but be put off by the nonchalance of the boy, it wasn’t everyday that some kid ends up healing and kidnapping the second ranked villain in the country. “What do you want?” He growled out, though it was much less threatening as his voice was rough, though he supposed that came with almost dying.
The kid snorted, “Alright big man, be rude to the man that brought you back to life.” With that the kid turned back around, leaving Techno on what he had learned to be a couch.
What a weird kid.
-
Techno had fallen asleep again, he wasn’t sure when but either way he felt less sore and very thankful that the kid hadn’t decided to kill him in his sleep.
Speaking of the kid, he was sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch as he watched a documentary. His ears twitched slightly, “You gonna tell me how you’re feeling or are you just gonna threaten me again?”
Techno grunted, what a brat.
“I feel fine, just tired,” He paused, “It’s just been a while since magic’s been used on me, healing or otherwise.”
The kid hummed, “Shame, figured you’d have a healer but that makes sense.”
It went quiet as Techno brewed on what the kid had said. Of course, it wasn’t hard to monitor the Syndicate, at least to some degree, that just came with being the biggest crime organization in the country, but this kid seemed to be talking about their injuries and healing.
He shifted slightly, wanting to find his phone so he could calm the surely panicked Phil, “Don’t move too much dickhead, you know how much energy it took to heal you? If you fuck it up by being impatient, I’m not healing you again.”
Okaaay. No moving until the doc said so it seemed. “Where’s my phone, runt?”
“Not a runt, and it was broken. Like completely crushed broken. You can use mine if you want,” the kid still kept his eyes trained on the television, “The name’s Tommy by the way, seems fair since I know your’s.”
Techno grunted again, and turned his attention to the documentary as well.
-
Tommy was a strange kid to say the least. He left Techno by himself for hours on end, going to work, doing chores, chasing his cat thing around, cooking ninety-nine cent ramen all while the most dangerous man in the city slept on his couch.
Techno had also learned that Tommy was a raccoon hybrid, with constant chitters and a surprising amount of curse words as he took the aforementioned boiling hot ninety-nine cent ramen into his bare hands and dipped it into what Techno assumed was water. But Techno understood, doing things that didn’t make sense because of instincts, because in all honesty, were he not healing, he would’ve bundled Tommy up and play with his golden fur and tail.
He would never admit that he was becoming soft or that he was worried for the young boy, so he instead decided his instincts would be the best scapegoat.
As he fought back a smile from a joke Tommy made, he scolded his instincts once more.
-
It had been five days since Techno was first taken to Tommy’s apartment and was feeling almost as good as new, which surprised him. Of course he didn’t doubt Tommy’s magic, he had seen the way the plants in his apartment seemed to get brighter just by being around Tommy, it was more a doubt of himself. Being half piglin caused him to be quite resistant to magic, which usually was a good thing, but it was a pain to get healing.
Healing via magic and potions helped to a certain degree but just seemed to stop after a bit, had he taken a potion for his wound, it would have patched him up to the point of not dying and after that he was one his own. Okay, not on his own, Phil was a bit of a mother hen but Techno’s point still stands.
Not only was Tommy a healer, but he was a powerful one at that, and had somehow escaped the Hero Committee’s radar.
And he was all alone, just ready for the taking.
Interesting.
-
On the morning of the seventh day did Tommy finally want Techno off his couch and out of his home. Which made sense, but still Techno couldn’t help the small hurt that twisted his heart at the thought of being away from his- the kid.
Throughout his stay Tommy had been kind to him, brash, loud, annoying, and messy sure, but kind nonetheless, and Techno wasn’t sure he could part with the golden hair boy.
Tommy stirred long dormant instincts within him that he hadn’t felt since he had lost his family, including his younger sister. A deep possessive feeling that made him want to lock the raccoon away and never let anyone else touch him, because Tommy was his .
As he stood at the table, staring down at Tommy as the pup rambled on about his job and some guy, Clay, that would always come in and annoy him, though his tone was fond as he spoke of the other man. Technoblade felt jealousy bloom in his chest at this fact.
“And, I mean it big man really, ever need me to beat up some wronguns for you or save your ass again, just call out my name. Er- not my name name, y’know can’t have just everyone knowing that,” the kid was smiling at him so warmly, like he wasn’t a villain, “Call out, Mellohi. It’s like my hero name.”
At that Techno snorted, of course the kid that saved the second most dangerous villain in the city wanted to be a hero. “Sure, kid, I’ll keep that in mind.”
Tommy squawked in offense at being called a kid, throwing insult after insult as Technoblade finally turned towards the door and left.
-
Later that night, before finally going back home, the Blood God stopped at a store and bought a pig stuffed animal to give to a citizen that had healed him, and while he did this, he would plan how to tell his family that a runt was going to join them, by any means necessary.