MCYT Fanfic

9-29-21

        It was midnight. The whole world was asleep. Except for Technoblade. Outside, was a roaring storm. Thunder, lightning, the works. But that wasn't why he couldn’t sleep. Technoblade had something else on his mind. Knock, knock, knock. Someone was at his door. He stood to open the door but it opened on its own. Philza walked in.
        “Can’t sleep either?” he asked kindly
        “No, I can’t”
Philza sat next to Technoblade by his window.
        “Do you want to talk about something?”
        “No.”
        “Ok then, try and get some sleep, alright?”
        “Ok Dad.”
        “Goodnight Techno” Philza kissed his son's forehead and left the room. He closed the door silently. Technoblade’s dad was like that. He always knew when something was wrong with one of his sons, Technoblade, Wilbur, or Tommy. Technoblade was the oldest, and therefore he was supposed to set an example for his younger brothers. Wilbur was a musician and the center of mother and father’s attention. Tommy was mother’s little sunshine, he was always so happy and bright. Technoblade would inherit the throne when his father and mother passed. Sometimes he felt rather alone, but he never was. There were voices that were always whispering in his ear. Thinking heavily on this, Technoblade finally fell into a dreamless sleep.
        The next morning Technoblade awoke to a loud bang across the hall. Tommy was up. Technoblade could tell from the door slamming and then loud shrieks from Wilbur as he was abruptly awoken from Tommy leaping onto his bed. Technoblade gave a small chuckle, heard by no one, and got out of bed. Tommy never came into his sleeping quarters. They weren’t close enough for that. Tommy and Wilbur were inseparable, and then there was Techno.
        At breakfast, Techno sat on the right hand side of his father, because he was the eldest son. Then across from him was Tommy, the youngest. To Techno’s right was his brother Wilbur. Then at the other end of the table was mother, across from father. The servants rushed forward and served the family their breakfast. Technoblade glanced at mother. Her pink hair and deep, blue eyes. Deeper than fathers. Philza’s were bright blue, and his hair was golden, just like Tommy’s.
        Wilbur got up and sat down next to Tommy. He whispered something into his younger brother’s ear and both of them glanced at Techno. Technoblade saw, and then looked directly down at his breakfast, no longer hungry. Techno stood.
        “Can I be excused?”
        Philza looked at his eldest son in concern. “Yes you may, is everything alright?”
        Techno nodded and instinctively glanced at WIlbur and Tommy, who were still whispering frantically. Philza noticed. On the way back to his room his temples started to ache. He started walking a bit faster. Technoblade reached his room and shut the door. He reached the foot of his bed when his knees gave out. The voices in his head were shouting, they were hungry and wanted blood. “
Shut up!” He told them. Kneeling over, holding his head in his hands, Technoblade couldn’t stop moaning. The voices screamed louder in response and his bed faded from view and he was sucked into an endless hole, full of screaming voices that demanded fresh blood. His head hurt so much and he couldn’t feel the solid floor beneath him. Just then, as the voices were as loud as ever, Techno felt a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back to reality.
“Technoblade.” It was his fathers calm, steady voice. Technoblade was lying on the floor, covered in cold sweat. He opened his eyes and looked up at his father. His father’s eyes were filled with concern and he was looking at his eldest son with worry.
“F-father?” Technoblade asked in an exhausted voice. His vision was swimming, and he fell unconscious.
        When Technoblade awoke, he was laying in his bed with the covers pulled tight to his chin. He was only dressed in his undershirt and trousers. There was an ice pack on his head, which he immediately removed. The lanterns had all been blown out and he was alone. Techno sank back into his pillow and thought about what had just happened. He had seen Tommy and Wilbur whispering, probably about him, and then had left for his room. The voices that no one knew about but him had started screaming, demanding blood. Then he fell to the floor. His father brought him back to reality and then Techno had fainted.
        My father must have carried me to my bed. I wonder what time it is? Just then, some bell tower in the city rang five times. He must have been out for most of the day, because now it was dinner time. He stood up out of bed and immediately a wave of lightheadedness washed over him. He sat back down until his vision wasn’t cloudy anymore.
        Technoblade removed his shirt and then got fully dressed. He freshened up and decided he would go down to the dining hall, determined to act as though nothing had happened. By the time he had come downstairs everyone was already seated and eating. When Philza caught sight of his eldest son he dropped his fork, stood, and ushered Techno into his private study. He gestured for Techno to sit and they both sat in silence for a while.
        “So.”
Techno looked at his father and raised one eyebrow.
        “Yes?”
        “Do you need to tell me anything?”
Techno wrung his hands worriedly and looked at the ground. His father grabbed both of his hands and held them in his.
        “I’m always here if you need to talk.” Philza stood and walked to the door he was about to open it when Techno said.
        “There are voices.”
        “Sorry?” Philza turned and sat back down.
        “I hear voices.”
        “Oh? And what do these voices say?”
        “Sometimes they’re angry, sometimes they’re sad, and sometimes they mock me, but that's the thing Dad, the thing I hear most, they demand blood.”
Philza stayed silent.
        “I’ve been trying to ignore them, but they’re just so loud. I just want to stab something…”
        “Because they’re not being fed?”
Techno nodded. He glanced at his father, unsure if he would be angry, frightened, or stern. But he was neither. All that was on his father’s tired face was affection. Affection for his eldest son. Techno hung his head and let the tears come. His father wordlessly pulled him into a loving embrace, and they stayed like that for a long while. Finally, Techno pulled away, his eyes clear of tears. His face was expressionless, his eyes cold and hard.
        “Are you okay?”
        “Yes father.”
        “Good. Are you still up for dinner?”
Techno shook his head. “I’m not hungry.” Philza understood. He stood, patted his shoulder and then left the room. Techno stood, after a couple of minutes, and then left. He retreated to his room, and pulled out his parchment and quill and ink. Techno sat down and started to write. It was a good way to get his thoughts out onto paper, instead of all locked up inside his head.
*****
        “Is he alright?” asked his mother.
Philza nodded, but he was not going to talk more until after dinner. He could already see Tommy and Wilbur pricking their ears towards the adults’ hushed conversation.
        “Why so quiet boys?” Philza asked his two younger sons.
        “No reason.” They both replied in unison. Neither of them were eating anymore, their meals left untouched.
        “Well you’re not leaving this table until all of your veggies are gone!”
        “All of them?” Tommy whined.
        “Yes, every single one.” his mother replied.
Wilbur did not care for vegetables, but he didn’t want to be stuck at the dinner table all night, so he quickly wolfed down his vegetables and stood.
        “Goodnight father, goodnight mother.”
        “Goodnight Wilbur.” said his father
His mother beckoned him close. Then she pulled his head down and gently kissed his forehead.
        “Goodnight sweetie”
Wilbur left the room.
        “How come you don’t ever kiss me like that?” Tommy asked indignantly.
        “Well maybe if you finished your vegetables faster Wilbur wouldn’t take all of my kisses.”
At that, Tommy quickly ate his vegetables while pulling faces in disgust.
        “Ewwww” Tommy moaned. He looked at his mother expectantly. She laughed and beckoned him close. Tommy was normal height for his age, so his mother rested her hands on his shoulders and pulled him into a hug. She smothered him in kisses until he pulled away, his face twisted.
        “Ick, mom that was slobbery!”
Philza gave a hearty laugh, and his mother chuckled.
        “Alright, off to bed now my little sunshine.”
        “Goodnight Mom! Goodnight Dad!”
Now that their sons were in bed, Philza and his wife set off towards their private chambers, where there was a pot of tea, and a long discussion ahead of them.
        “Did he say anything?”
        “Said he’s been hearing voices.”
        “What kinds of voices?”
        “Blood demanding ones.”
        “Oh. Is he alright?”
        “I believe so.”

*****
Technoblade had filled three whole pages with his thoughts. He had so much more to say, but it was rather hard to focus on his writing when Tommy and Wilbur were talking so loudly. He set his quill down and crossed his room to the door. Technoblade opened the door to his little brother's room. They stopped talking immediately.
        “What’re you doing?”
Tommy and Wilbur said nothing.
        “Well?”
        “We were talking about-”
Wilbur kicked him. “Talking about, uh, fencing classes!”
        “If you say so…” Techno said disbelievingly. Just then, a shot of pain flared through Technoblade’s temples.
        “AH!” he shouted in agony
        “Technoblade?!” shouted Tommy
Techno fell to the ground, holding his head in his hands. Not again, not again please!
        “Tommy, fetch father, now.” Tommy nodded and fled from the room, shouting. Wilbur ran his hand along Techno’s back, comfortingly. The world faded in and out and the voices were shouting again.
        “You’re alone, do it now! Kill him! He’s the favorite! Kill him while no one is here! GIVE US BLOOD!”
        “No, NO! I won’t do it! No, don't make me…” Techno murmerd, or maybe shouted, he couldn’t tell.
        “DO IT!”
        “NO! I won’t kill him!” He ran from the room. Ran away from Wilbur, away from the shouting voices approaching him from down the hallway. One was his father’s, one Tommy’s, and one was his mother’s. He shut and locked the door to his room. He ran to the opposite end of his chamber and flung open the window. Philza was knocking, no, pounding on the door.
        “Techno? Technoblade! Open the door!”
Technoblade didn’t reply. He grabbed a bag and packed the essentials into it. A water canteen, compass, telescope, his parchment and quill. He flung the pack over his shoulder and headed for the window. Just then his father burst the door open and saw him.
        “Techno, stop!”
        “No! I’m leaving, leaving before I hurt anyone! I’m a monster!”
        “You are not a monster!”
        “Oh really? What am I then?”
        “My son.”
Techno stared at his father for a moment. Then he turned and jumped out the window. He would have died, if there had not been a very deep pond right below his window. He sank beneath the surface and looked back up. His father was leaning out the window, searching the water below. Techno did not resurface until his father’s head pulled back inside the castle. Pulling himself out of the pool, Techno took a deep breath. Then he set off for the forest.

10 Years Later
        “Kill this one” whispered the voices.
        “Understood.” Technoblade had been stalking this one individual for a few weeks now. He had seen the ways this man moved. Man… or woman? Technoblade would never know, because at that moment he impaled the wiry figure on his ruby encrusted sword. He pulled the sword back toward him and watched the body fall forward to the ground. It was still, never moving.
        “We want more, GIVE US MORE!” cheered the voices. They had never left him since he had jumped out of his window, ten years previous. On the hunt for another victim, Technoblade searched the forest until he found someone examining a trail of footprints. His footprints. The figure was tall and had brown curly hair. He heard the figure sigh, and then say
        “He’s been here.” the figure stood, and Techno ducked behind a tree as the figure stood and followed his footsteps.
        “You should have covered those.” Mocked the voices. “Now he’s going to find the man you slaughtered!”
        “You told me to!” argued Technoblade in protest. Right on cue, the man inhaled sharply. He had seen the body. Technoblade silently moved toward the wiry man, as to better see what was happening. The man lifted the figure up and examined the fatal wound that Techno had delivered. Techno looked at his hands, the man's blood still on them. He grabbed the hilt of his sword and stalked closer.
        “Yes, yes, YES!” screamed the voices in his head. “Kill him, KILL HIM!”
The man was kneeling over the cold body that Techno had mercilessly slaughtered moments
before. Techno creeped closer, blade drawn, ready to kill. He leapt out of the shrub and kicked the man square in the back. He gave out a winded grunt and fell face first into the freezing snow. Techno flipped the man over and pressed his blade to the man’s throat, drawing blood.
        “Beg for your life.” Techno said menacingly. The man, or boy, Techno wasn’t sure if he had reached adulthood yet. Either way, he said nothing.
        “Did you hear me? I said beg.”
The man looked up at Techno, looked him straight in his eyes, and then whispered
        “T- Techno?”
It had been a long time since anyone had called him that. He couldn’t remember the last time that someone had even bothered to learn his name. Hearing his name spoken from the lips of an apparent total stranger hit Techno hard. He lowered his blade a bit and looked into the stranger’s face. It was pale, with cheeks rosy from the cold. He had a pair of glasses, now broken, tucked into his coat’s collar. His hair was brown and curly. His eyes were a deep brown, full of emotion. There was something about the fear in his eyes that was oddly familiar.
        “Technoblade.” The man’s voice was confident and strong this time, and he propped himself up on his arms. Suddenly Techno remembered where he had heard that voice before. It was his little brother’s voice, Wilbur.
        “Wilbur,” said Techno breathlessly. And then, more sternly, “What are you doing here?” Techno sheathed his sword and Wilbur sat up.
        “Looking for you!” Wilbur replied. “I’ve finally found you!”
        “No, no, no, no!” cried the voices.
        “Now that I’ve found you, will you come home with me?” Wilbur asked. Technoblade pondered this.
        “Don’t go with him! You’re a monster, do you know what they do to monsters?”
        Shut up for once, will you? Techno told the voices harshly. They were silenced.
        “Sure, I’ll come home with you.” Techno obliged.
        “Yes! But, um, things might be a little different when we return…” Wilbur trailed off. Techno wondered what he could possibly mean by this. “We do have a problem though…”
        “What is it?” inquired Techno
        “I, uh, don’t remember how to get home…” Wilbur admitted
        “Well, then you can follow me.” Techno slung his pack over his shoulder, pulled out a compass on a chain that was strung around his neck, and set off without looking back to see whether or not Wilbur followed. They set off and traveled in silence, when finally Techno spoke up.
        “How is father?” It was less a question and more a statement.
        “Pardon?”
        “How are father, mother, and Tommy?”
        “Oh. They’re fine.”
They traveled in awkward silence until Wilbur decided to make an attempt at conversation.
        “So, what have you been up to?”
        “Nothing much.” Techno looked down at his hands, still covered in dried blood and scars.
        “Are you okay?”
        “I’m fine.” Techno firmly replied. In a little over an hour, they had reached the border of the kingdom. “How do we get in?”
        “Follow me.” Wilbur immediately started scaling the wall. Techno followed. He would never admit it, but Wilbur had grown stronger over the last ten years. He was able to climb the wall quickly and get to the top even before Techno did. He extended his hand down towards Techno to help him over the top. Techno took it, secretly glad, and stood next to Wilbur. From in the shadows further along the path on top of the wall stood a man. He looked to be in his late 30’s or early 40’s.
        “Wilbur?” the man asked in a weary, yet hopeful voice.
        “Father!” Wilbur exclaimed in excitement. He rushed forward and hugged Philza. Techno stood a few feet away from them, wondering awkwardly what he would do now. Fortunately, Wilbur must have remembered that Techno was there because he turned around and gestured Techno closer.
        “Look who I found!”
Techno stepped toward them so that Philza could see his face in the candlelight.
        “Is that you Technoblade?” he asked, sounding wistful.
        “It is.” Techno assumed he must look much different than he had ten years ago. He had a scar across his face and his hands were still covered in dried blood, so he tucked them in his trouser pockets. Philza ran forward and pulled his oldest son into a loving embrace. They stood like that for the next few minutes, Philza whispering things in his ear like “I love you” and “My son, my son, my son!”
Only when Wilbur asked “How are things holding up?” did Philza release his son.
“Wave four was a success, but wall three has fallen.”
Wilbur nodded curtly, and Technoblade looked at his father quizzically.
“We have a lot to catch you up on, but we can save that for tomorrow over tea. For now, let's all get a good night of sleep.” Philza put his hand on his son’s shoulders and steered both of them into the castle, where he guided them to their bedrooms.
By the next morning, word had spread that the king's eldest son had returned. Technoblade could see them gathered in the square below. He got out of bed, dressed and then realized that the stranger's blood was still dried on his hands. He went to the washroom and scrubbed at his hands until the blood came off. Then he set off towards the breakfast table. He sat down in his usual spot, surprised that no one had taken it while he had been gone. Everything was fine until…
“Where’s Tommy?” asked Techno. His mother choked on her food and then excused herself from the table. His father dropped his fork with a clatter and Wilbur stopped chewing. “I- I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?”
“No, no it's just well…” his father trailed off.
“He hasn’t died, has he?” Techno said incredulously
“No, no, good heavens no,” said WIlbur, “He’s just been a little ill lately.”
“Oh.” They sat in silence for a minute. “May I see him?” Techno hesitantly asked
Philza nodded. “After breakfast.”
They finished eating and the servers took their plates. Wilbur left for his room, Philza headed into his private quarters to find his wife, the queen. Techno was the last one at the table. After a moment he stood and set off for Tommy’s room. He opened and closed the door silently, and then surveyed the room. The curtains were drawn, the candles blown out, and the covers were clean and tucked up underneath Tommy’s chin. Techno pulled the chair from his little brother’s desk and set it next to the bed. He rested his hand on Tommy’s forehead.
Oh man, he really does have quite the fever… thought Techno. Poor Tommy…
Techno sat back down and stared at his little brother's face. It was so pale, his cheeks rosy from the fever. He looked so calm, so at peace. Almost like he was sleeping. Techno sat beside his brother’s bedside for a while, thinking about what he had been like as a child. When the stifling quiet grew to be too much, Techno stood to leave. He had gotten to the door when from behind him he heard,
        “T- Techno?” The voice was a little raspy.
Techno whirled around. “Tommy?” he looked back and his youngest brother was looking at him. He rushed back to his bedside. “Tommy!” Tommy chuckled.
        “Is it really you Techno?” he asked uncertainty
        “Yes, it's really me,” he said, letting his guard down a little. “Can I get you anything? Water?”
        “No, stay here,” Tommy replied, “How are you?”
        “Why do you ask?”
        “Well, for starters, you disappear for ten years, show up overnight, and then come see me. You’ve got a big scar over your eye. Where did you go?”
        “I fled to the forest. And for the scar… let's just say that I got into a few fatal fights.”
Tommy raised his hand, fingers spread out. Techno unsure of what to do, looked down at his own hand, covered in scars and callused. He lined it up with Tommy’s. Their hands were roughly the same size. They interlocked fingers until Tommy lowered his hand. Tommy’s brow furrowed and he started coughing. They were deep, raspy coughs from deep in his chest.
        “Are you alright?” Techno asked in concern.
        Tommy managed to croak out a weak “Water.” Techno quickly grabbed the glass of cool water that was sitting on his brother’s bedside table. He tipped the edge up to his brother’s parched lips. Tommy drank.
        “Thanks.” Tommy said gratefully. Techno just nodded. He put the glass back down where it was and touched Tommy’s forehead again. It was still hot.
        “I think you should rest.” Techno said with finality. He stood and left the room. Tommy seemed mostly okay, he probably just needed some rest.
        For the next week most of the days went exactly like this. They all ate breakfast in silence, Wilbur retreated to his room, Philza left for his private study, and Technoblade went to visit Tommy. His health was definitely improving. Within the month Tommy was well enough to join them for breakfast. He still got tired easily, and couldn’t do any over-exerting activities, but he was doing better. And at that time Technoblade realized that his father still hadn’t caught him up on anything. He decided he would ask him later today.
        It was tea time and Techno approached his father’s private study. When he got near the door he could hear hushed, argumentative voices coming from inside. Not really caring whether or not something important was going on, he knocked loudly on the door. The voices paused and then Technoblade could hear the shuffling of papers. Philza came and opened the door.
        “Ah, Technoblade, just the man we were looking for. I believe I owe you an explanation?” He ushered Techno into the room where Wilbur was sitting in one of the chairs by the desk. Technoblade assumed that they had been the ones arguing.
        “Hello Techno.” Wilbur brightly said
        “So Techno, I suppose you stopped by for an explanation?”
        “Yes, I did.” Techno replied. Philza always knew what his sons needed.
        “Well, since you left we’ve had a little engagement with another kingdom.”
        “You mean you managed to get yourself into a war.” Techno said flatly
        “Well, yes, I suppose you could say it like that.” Wilbur said hesitantly
        “And what kingdom have you angered?” Techno inquired
        “We didn’t anger them! They started it!” Wilbur pouted. “And now we’ve got to get them off our land!”
        “We tried a peaceful approach, but they refused our offer.” Philza said
        “Well so then we take them by surprise.” Techno said blankly. His brother and father just stared at him. “Well they refused a peaceful approach!” he said.
        “We could attack them but…”Wilbur trailed off
        “We don’t know how many people will volunteer to be in the army, or how many we will lose.” his father finished.
        “Of course you don’t! You haven’t asked! If you’re that afraid then just send me! I could take them all down, single handed.” Techno argued
        “If you’re going then so am I!” objected Wilbur
        “If both of my brothers are going, I am not going to be left behind!” shouted a voice from outside the door.
        “Tommy? How long have you been listening to us?” said his father, opening the door
        “Long enough. I think we should go along with Techno’s plan. Wilbur, Techno and I will all attack their camp.”
        “Thank you.” Techno said “At least one of us is using their head.” Their father seemed deeply troubled by the fact that all three of his sons wanted to attack the other kingdom’s camp alone.
        “There is NO way I am allowing my sons to attack an entire kingdom by themselves,” Philza said, looking at them as if they were insane. His sons looked down, feeling dejected. “That’s why I’m coming with you.” his sons looked up in surprise.
        “You can’t come!” WIlbur said in protest “You might get injured!”
        “As could you! I am no different. We’ll set out for their camp at dusk.” Philza said, with an odd determination in his eyes. They split off and headed each to their own rooms, preparing for the night. As the 7th hour finally came, all four of them met outside the gates.
        “Ready?” Techno asked everyone
        “Ready.” Wilbur nodded in confirmation. They set off. In under an hour they had reached the outskirts of the enemy camp. Philza noticed how Technoblade moved with ease through the forest. He was as silent as a hawk swooping down on its prey. They got close enough that they could see the guards around the camp, but far enough that the guards couldn’t see them.
        “How do we get past the guards?” Philza inquired
        “Surprise.” Techno said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
        “And how do we do that?” said Wilbur. Techno rolled his eyes and pulled out a blow dart.
        “Like this.” He blew and the blow dart hit a guard on the shoulder. The guard immiediatley collapsed.
        “Did you kill him?” asked Wilbur in concern. Techno had, but he didn’t want Wilbur to be scared of him.
        “Of course not, the dart just put him to sleep. Can you do that to the other guards?” Techno asked. Wilbur took the blow dart and made his rounds.
        “You did kill him, didn’t you? How did you do it?” asked Philza.
        “I told Wilbur I didn’t kill him. Why should I lie?”
        “So he wouldn’t be afraid of you.”
        “What does it matter if I killed that man anyway? Just another defenseless victim.”
        “It does matter! The kingdom as a whole is an enemy, but we have no grudge against the individuals!”
        “Does it look like I care? This is my element! It’s not like we know anyone here anyway.”
Philza looked at his son in concern. Is he really okay? Are the voices demanding blood right now? Does he still hear voices? What does he mean by ‘his element’? All of these questions stayed in Philza’s head, unanswered.
        “We need to find their leader.” Techno said. “Without a leader they’ll be unorganized and unprepared. They won’t have any clue what’s going on. It’ll be so easy to slaughter them all.”
        “Okay, but how do we find the leader?” inquired Wilbur, he had returned from unintentionally slaughtering all of the guards.
        “Do you see how the camp is set up in a circle?” Wilbur and Philza nodded. Techno pointed to the big tent in the middle. “And that big tent there? That’s where the general is. They put the most important people in the middle and the rest along the outside to make it harder for any enemies to get to the middle.”
        “Surely we won’t have to kill them just to get to the center?” asked Wilbur.
        “We will only kill the ones that wake up.” Techno said with a sigh. They set off, creeping between the sleeping bodies heading towards the middle. They reached the inner circle when Wilbur stepped on a stick. Everyone in the camp woke up in confusion.
        “Really?”
        “What?” Wilbur said indignantly
        “Now is not the time for arguing boys!”
        “Yeah! Stop arguing!” said Tommy. Wilbur jumped, he had forgotten that Tommy was there. He had been so silent this whole time. By this time, every single person in the camp was staring at them in shock.
        “Now look at what you’ve done! They all see us now!” Techno said, frustrated