TW: Voices, Triggering Topics such as Blood, Death, Murder and Abuse (marked by ⚠️)
Techno's POV
It was now the next day and I was nervous about going to school, I knew that Dream was going to find a way to get back at me but how.
The car trip to school was quiet with nobody speaking much, when we got there the bell was about to ring so we had to rush inside.
I got to class just as the bell went, meaning that I wasn't late and therefore couldn't get detention for it.
I went inside and sat next to Niki who I shared maths with.
"Could Technoblade please come to the principals office." A voice came over the loudspeaker.
I was glad to not have to do maths but I couldn't help but wonder why I was being called, I hadn't done anything to get myself in trouble right?
The only think I could think of was me beating up Dream but he wasn't going to snitch, right?
As I saw the office in front of me I went up to it and knocked, "come in!" I heard the principals voice call out.
As I entered I saw that Dream was also there- it seems like he had indeed snitched on me. I shouldn't be to surprised, after all he had done that before but it still caught me off guard seeing him there.
"Right Techno I know that this is only your second day here but you should know that we don't accept bullying."
Ah so that's the lie Dream came up with- that I was bullying him. Not the most creative lie but I guess that it does the job.
"With all due respect Sir, I never bullied Dream. I don't know what he told you but I do know that I haven't done anything." I saw the principals face start to turn red, probably mad about what I said.
"I will have you know that Dream is a star student and has had no reports of anything against him, where you have less than stellar records from previous schools. While this tactic may have gotten you out of other situations it will not work on me." He paused for dramatic effect.
"I will have to suspend you for a week for this type of behaviour, on your second day of school as well." I could only imagine that behind that horrible smiling mask Dream was smirking, satisfied with getting me suspended.
I clenched my teeth so that I wouldn't say something that I would regret, and instead just bowed my head and nodded.
What?
Argue with him!
Don't let the homeless teletubby win
Blood for the blood god!
Can you shut up your not helping this.
The voices immediately stopped talking, now only a faint buzz in my ear.
I went to sit outside the office as the principal went to call Phil, I could only imagine how mad he must be- wait why do I care about that?
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I was completely zoned out, just talking to myself in my head and not paying attention to what was going on around me.I heard the doors open and footsteps approach, before stopping in front of me. I looked up to see Phil who looked mad- I could practically see the steam coming out of his ears.
"Right Techno we're going home now." I could hear the hostility in his voice, he was indeed mad.
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The car ride was filled with stony silence, neither of us bothering to talk. I knew that a lecture would be coming when we got back home.The car was now pulling up, I got out of the car and followed Phil who was marching briskly inside.
"Right Techno, I know I'm not your real father but you are under my care. I would like to know how you managed to get suspended on your second days at school!" Phil's voice was steadily getting louder as he talked, we were still walking through the house and were now at the kitchen.
I remember the last time somebody was yelling at me and I was in a kitchen.
Blood!
Murder
Death
My eyes latched onto the knife block and all I could see was the knife begging me to grab it, all I could hear was the voices in my head, Phil's lecture was now just a faint buzzing.
I will never forget what happened last time...
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⚠️I was only 11 and the current family I was staying with were abusive to say the least.They hit me whenever I ate to much food or I got less than perfect scores on a test, they would find anything that I did wrong and would punish me for it.
I had just been suspended for beating up a kid and I was picked up from school, the father led me into the kitchen and started to yell at me.
He went over to the fridge and grabbed a beer bottle, I knew what was coming.
Kill him
Grab the knife
Stab him
BloodThat was the first time I had ever heard the voices,I had no idea of how to tune them out and not let them control my actions. I let them guide me, I was seeing everything with a red haze, I was angry about how I was treated.
So I grabbed the knife, and I stabbed him. I stabbed him until there was blood covering my arms and I could barely see, then I went upstairs and waited for the mother to come home. I killed her as well.
The neighbours heard her screams and called the police, they found me sitting there covered in blood holding a knife and staring at it. ⚠️
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I don't want the voices to ever take control again, this time the police won't let me go because I'm a child, this time I would be put in prison."Do you understand Techno?" Phil's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I had no idea what he had said but I nodded anyways.
I decided that was my cue to leave so I went upstairs to my room. I don't want to endanger Phil and his sons as they are the closest thing I've ever had to a family.
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A/NRight that was a little bit dark but for those of you who it may have triggered here is a summary.
So at one of Techno's previous homes they weren't nice to him and when he got suspended they were going to hurt him and that's when he heard the voices for the first time and he lost control and killed them.
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