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birthday pog

"What?" Techno asked after a few long minutes, instantly mapping and planning out every possible escape. He couldn't kill them, and he wouldn't. He'd rather be caught by the police infront of millions of people a thousand times over instead of killing them.

"We saw you do it. Why?" Tubbo repeated the question, and Tommy began fiddling with his hands.

"Do... what?" He knew the answer, why'd he ask? They know it was him, they know, they hate him, everything he knows is lost and gone and-

"Kill."

Silence.

Techno didn't dare to breath, as if the action would lure police. As if he was in the alleyway again, watching the men in uniforms with tasers and guns walking by, melting into the shadows. The blinding red and blue lights, flashing without a care for those who couldn't handle it. 

"I-I..." Techno felt a line of blood run down his chin, dripping onto the floor. He lowered his gaze, refusing to meet the teens' eyes. He couldn't. It would ruin him.

Tommy gasped, his eyes wide. He was focused on the blood, he knew that. He knew why it- no way.

"YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH DEATH!?" Tommy shrieked, definitely louder than he should have, but not having a care in the world. Techno felt his breath hitch slightly, and he met Tommy's eyes. He could see the emotion; The surprise, the fear, the disappointment. 

"WHAT?" Tubbo echoed, turning to Tommy.

"Look at how he reacted when you pressured him! Hanahaki doesn't do that, it does that when the topic or person is brought up!" Tommy gestured wildly, and Tubbo winced, trying to process the information.

"I'm not- that's... That's a very, um." Techno winced, when it was put that way it sounded... weird. There are two meanings to pick up from an outside point of view; He's depressed, or very edgy. No, no, he was- the flowers technically came from death, but um- well- not like that.

"Tubbo, say something about murdering someone!" Tommy whispered rather loudly, and Techno felt his heart gradually begin to beat normally. They weren't scared of him, at least, not that much. That meant alot to him.

"Uh... blood?" Tubbo spoke with hesitation. Techno felt his stomach lurch, keeping his jaw shut tight and his lips in a thin line. He was not about to-

"Blood." Tommy repeated, seeing Techno's expression. "Is that it? Blood? Kinda weirdchamp if you ask me."

"...Blood?" Tubbo raised an eyebrow, glancing between Techno and Tommy almost expectantly. 

Techno coughed to clear his throat, a petal falling from his mouth. The pit in his stomach deepened, as if something was stabbing into him. He felt it was harder to look the quiet, observant teens in the eyes, only getting worse with every passing second.

"Cmndmthmsnymre," (cant do this anymore) Techno mumbled through his teeth, rushing over and retching into the kitchen sink. Tommy let out a triumphant laugh, and Tubbo had genuine concern in his eyes.

"What does that- Is the hanahaki from him murderi- how does that work? You have to 'confess', right? That's what happened with you," Tubbo jabbed a finger at Tommy. "You had hanahaki just from watching my streams, because we were supposed to be twins or something about fate, and you finally told me."

"You were supposed to be the twin, but then you let me be tall, like an idiot." Tommy rolled his eyes. "

"I was mostly right."

"Techno, man? You alright? Is it hard to breathe?" Tommy turned his attention to Techno again, who was panting heavily after throwing up concernably large flowers. Tiny black thorns littered the deep red blood that oozed down the sink, and Techno made a mental note to help clean it out if it got clogged later. 

"Mmm.. mhm." Techno hummed, lips still parted. Blood continued to drip from his mouth, and the way his face was shadowed gave him an almost eerie look from the right angle. Now that he thought about it, his chest was really tight, and it felt like he could only get a few breaths at a time. "It's fine."

"Well by the way your heaving for only a sip of air says otherwise. Come here." Tommy's tone hardened slightly, almost like a mother. What the hell? You watched your close online friend kill someone, and now you're helping him? "I know you can't help it." Oh.

Techno licked his lips, spitting out as much of the leftover blood he could, knowing the iron taste would linger in his mouth for awhile, no matter what he did to rid himself of it. He turned on the faucet and rinsed his mouth out, hacking up a clump of soaked petals before turning to go to Tommy. However, he froze dead in his tracks when he met the vibrant emerald eyes that were only wide and dull.

He had to bite his tongue so he didn't scream.

The shadow of a man stood infront of him, a smaller girl with amber eyes looking up at him. They were both pitch black, there was nothing to them, but Techno knew exactly who they were. Their eyes didn't hold the same sadness as the previous boy, instead they held anger and fury that could almost kill at first glance.

"Fucking vermin." The taller one said, the pupils in his green eyes shrinking into slits, similar to a cat. "You ruined my family's life. You ruined my life. You had no fucking regret for the shit you've done, you disgust me. You use the world as if it was your toy, doing whatever you wanted to it, and not even considering what an impact it would have. You fucking disgust me." He repeated.

"Bad man?" The amber-eyed girl asked hesitantly. 

"Bad man. Bitch bad." Green-eyes growled at Techno. He reached his shadowy arm towards Techno, and then did a yanking motion. 

Techno felt as if pure acid was running up his throat, and he was forced to double over, scrambling and grabbing for the trash can, relieved when he managed to grab it and throw up into it. He choked up lime flowers, feeling an entire vine weave under his skin. It grew just out of his mouth, rather large and poking out from the corner. It wasn't exactly choking him, but it still felt so fucking uncomfortable.

He cried out dry sobs, apologizing under his breath so many times. The amber-eyed girl turned away, her eyes glossy and she seemed to beg the older one to make it stop. He scowled at Techno one last time, and clapped his hands.

Then it was over.

"T..CHNO!" Tommy shouting in his ear jolted him  back into reality. "TECHNO! DAVE! DAVE!"

"THERE'S A FLOWER," Techno stood, still in a daze with his eyes unfocused. "IN MY THROAT."

"I CAN FUCKING SEE THAT, IT STICKS OUT UNCOMFORTABLY AND I DO NOT WANT TO LOOK AT YOUR NECK ANY LONGER SO CAN YOU SNAP THE FUCK OUT OF IT!?" Tommy shrieked. 

Techno blinked rapidly, before his body calmed down. Tommy was hugging him tightly, rubbing circles onto his back. He didn't even realize he was crying and sobbing.

Techno mumbled something, eyes lost in the living room.

"What was that, big man..?" Tubbo was hesitant, standing up awkwardly.

"I have to apologize."

"What?"

"I have to apologize," Techno repeated, meeting Tubbo's eyes. "That's how I cure the hanahaki."