summary; techno wakes up, normal day, except he basically pukes his guts out in the morning, and throughout the chapter have him cough more often. Have him see spirits of those he's killed and man im really making this sound like fnaf arent i- fnaf on drugs but the drugs are flowers-
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^again, too proud to delete lmao

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Techno was drenched in sweat as he woke up, yet his throat was so dry. He blinked rapidly for a few moments, running his hands along the outside of his throat and mouth, relieved when there wasn't a bouquet of flowers anymore. Just a dream, he was okay. Just a dream. See, this is why he hates Dream. That was an attempt to make the best of the terrifying situation, and for Techno, it didn't work very well.

He felt like the flowers and vines were still constricting him, tightening around him and welling up inside of him. As if he was spring himself, it felt like flowers were trying to sprout inside of him... If they haven't already. He choked, trying to be as silent as possible, getting up and stumbling into the bathroom, this time making sure to close and lock the door.

He began to heave again, a piercing pain in his chest. It was so hard to breathe. 

Die.

Good job.

BLOOD!

They're in your lungs.

You're a garden!

A fountain of blood, just like me, hmm?

Pathetic, your a grown man getting scared of flowers. What're they gonna do, kill you? Ha!

Kevin, they literally are killing him. 

Techno felt tears well up in his eyes, running down his face as he desperately coughed and hacked something up. God, it hurts, it hurts, it's- make it stop- it feels like I'm throwing up my lungs with every breath- please. Techno wasn't afraid of dying. He just didn't want to die like this, he didn't want to die without - without seeing his friends- friends. Family. That's what they are. He can do this. For them.

Techno, now motivated by the thought of his friends-that-might-as-well-be-family, tried to cough and retch. It tore up his throat, sure, but the flowers didn't have anything on him! Kind of. Sort of. Not really.

Then it was over.

All of the blood and flowers that allowed themselves to be coughed up came to a stop. Techno was breathing heavily, the last of his tears falling from his face, relieved when the pain in his chest subsided slightly. It was still there, of course, but it was alot more bearable.

Glancing into what he had hacked up, he noticed something odd. This time, instead of blood and just a few petals, there were whole flowers. Like, half of a stem and entire heads of the flower. The sight made him dizzy, and he took a step back after flushing it away. 

Washing his mouth off, Techno glanced at himself in the mirror- well, more specifically at the flower in his hair, looking as if it had been tucked behind his ear. He hesitantly reached upwards, shivering when he touched the flower. He felt it behind his ear, just tucked under his hair, and grabbed onto the short stem. Then, he pulled.

"shit- fuck- bitch- mMMM." Techno bit his tongue, releasing the flower immediately. Blood was now running down the side of his face in thin trails, the pain that the new wound emitted being overwhelming. He panted slightly, trying to distract himself from the searing pain. Dear god, it was growing out of him. Holy fucking shit, he had a flower growing out of him.

Panicking slightly, he wiped away the now dried blood, glad the wound had stopped crying. Checking himself one last time, he went into his and Phil's room, got dressed, and went into the main room. 

"You okay, mate? Heard you swearing after you, eh, that." Phil asked, concern in his dark ocean-blue eyes. 

"Yeah, I'm fine, just wondered if I could get the flower off of me." Techno stated honestly, his voice raspy, gesturing to the flower in his hair. Phil made a noise of acknowledgement, studying the dried evidence for a moment.

"FUCK YOU, BITCH! FUCK YOU AND YOUR- YOUR BEES! MY NAME IS TUBBO AND I LIKE THE BEES BUT NOT THE CORAL!" Tommy shouted from the couch, once again playing minecraft on a console. 

"BEES ARE LOVELY LIL FELLAS, FUCK YOUR CORAL!" Tubbo shouted back, "AND YOUR DISCS!"

"MY DISCS?" Tommy shouted even louder, "TUBBO HOW FUCKIN' DARE YOU INSULT MY DISCS LIKE THAT."

"WHAT'RE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?" Tubbo responded, equally as loud.

"THIS!" Tubbo screamed 'NOOOOO', and Techno could just barely hear fire cackling, along with Tommy lighting it.

"Me and Wil are going to the store soon, do you think you could handle watching them?" Phil smiled a bit. 

"Of course, taking care of orphans is my thing." Techno grinned, followed by Phil laughing and saying 'No-'. "You can trust me."

"We'll see about that." Wilbur said from the doorway, putting on a coat that looked alot like the one he wore in minecraft during lore. "Oh, how I would so totally dread coming home, seeing them dead."

"HEY!" Tommy and Tubbo shouted from the main room. 

The three shared a laugh, before Wilbur and Phil were on their way. Techno walked into the main room, creeping up behind the couch silently. Smirking, he shook both of them, not even needing to make noise for them to jolt up in fear. The fear melted into amusement and annoyance immediately, and Techno laughed.

"You should've seen your faces!" He said, wincing slightly at how disturbed the flower was, it felt so... unnatural. It wasn't, of course, but it wasn't nestled comfortably as if was before. 

"Oh, shut up, flower boy, that was not funny. Bees burning is so much funnier." Tommy scoffed, gesturing to the screen. Tubbo seemed to remember, whipping around and shouting again, furiously tapping buttons on his controller to put the fire out. 

"Hmm." Techno hummed, watching. Something caught Tubbo's eye, and he seemed to remember something. He glanced at Tommy, who met his eyes, smile slowly disappearing.

"What's wrong?" Techno asked. Did he do something? 

Tubbo steadily met his eyes, and Techno saw an overwhelming amount of fear and anxiety in them. What- what? The next words that left the teen's mouth made Techno freeze, his brain shutting down and fear controlling him. Claws of fear tore into his back and his face, and suddenly, he wished he was throwing up flowers again.

"Why did you do it?"