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Slamming the door, Technoblade turned around and slid down the wall. He put his head between his knees and his hands behind his head.
“Shut up, shut up!” He whispered loudly, curling his fingers into fists. His knuckles pressed into his head, as if he could physically push the voices out of his head.
‘KILL THEM…’ they drilled holes into his head, whirring around, making his brain feel like it’s about to split open.
‘JUST GO TO L’MANBURG AND SLAUGHTER THEM ALL…’ the voice continued, ignoring Technoblade’s quiet pleads to stop.
The moisture on his forehead gathered into a drop and fell on the wood floor of the cabin. His rapid breaths were the only thing he could distinguish from the voices, but nevertheless they were too loud, always so loud-
Technoblade grabbed his crown and threw it across the room in despair, his eyes wet as he put his hands on his face. Suddenly he heard a timid knock outside the door.
“Do not enter is written on the doorway,” he said, wincing after the booming voice screeched a random round of E’s.
“Why can’t everyone just go away?” He continued, looking up only to see Philza’s concerned face staring back at him.
“Except you, you can stay,” Technoblade stood up and tossed his arms around Phil, sobbing into his shoulder.