Summary; uh oh spaghettios techno isnt feelin too well

have him carry out through the stream after phil dadzas on him, then maybe after, he goes out to clear his head, and then have [redacted so no spoilers] actin' sus

at one point, i write some things that sound like shipping between phil and techno, but its not- its just a scene that is commonly used for romantic themes, and i wanted to clarify that there will not be any shipping in this book. anything like soulmates (ex; tommy and tubbo) is strictly platonic, ill have another book soon explaining the concept of platonic soulmates and what they are (in my books, that is)

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"It's not that bad..." Techno didn't want to look, as much as the voices begged and shrieked for it. He didn't want to see the inhumane amount of blood he just threw up, and god his ear hurt. Wow, was it always that silent on that side?

"If that's not that bad, then I'm worried for you even more." Phil lowered himself so that he was kneeling beside Techno, rubbing circles on his back. Techno felt disgusted by the touch, because Phil didn't know how much blood he's spilled, and how this is payback for everything he's done. 

Every life taken, Techno thinks, is how much he coughs up. He's basically coughing up his own life as payment for taking others. 

"It's- I'm fine, Phil. I don't plan on dying anytime soon." Techno smiled weakly, knowing Phil didn't believe him. "Let's just- let me get cleaned up and I'll be out there soon, you go back to the stream."

"Alright, be out quick. The others are getting worried, and I don't know how long chat can have you gone without thinking something's off." Phil and Techno stood up, the older dipping his head and then leaving the room, closing the door with another soft click.

Techno swallowed thickly, immediately gagging at the leftover taste of blood. Looking in the mirror, he realized his nose was bleeding, and he looked like a cannibal. Blood, slightly dried and barely wiped, lined the outside of his mouth. Wincing, he flushed the blood from the toilet, and turned on the sink.

He splashed water onto his face, using a rag to wipe the blood off, glad that he looked normal. No nosebleed, no cannibal looking marks. He looked alive now.

Turning the sink off and leaving the bathroom silently, he crept up behind Tommy. Oh, how he so very wanted to do exactly what he did at the airport. 

But he wouldn't do that.

Why would he do such a thing?

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"DONDE ESTA LA BIBLIOTECA!" Techno shouted once again, smiling and ruffling the younger boy, who basically just jumped out of his skin.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, CAN YOU NOT? OH MY GOD," Tommy shrieked, and the entire group except for him burst out into laughter. "That is- You are a bitch."

"Likewise." Techno smirked, sitting in his chair beside Phil and Wilbur. "Alright, now what were we doin'?"

"Well, we were answering questions while you were gone, but now we have an idea." Wilbur grinned, gesturing to the screen. "How do we feel about a little game of Chesticuffs? I've found a literal game someone made for it- can you believe that?"

"I can, actually, those videos get tons of views, I wouldn't be surprised if there was an entire movie based off of it. Your crowd isn't just viewers, it's also people with brains, remember that. Not so much Twitter, though." Phil elbowed him in the side. "What? I'm not wrong."

"You can't say that!" Phil chuckled, and Techno couldn't hide the amusement on his face. 

"I most certainly can, do you know what those guys have done?" Techno was elbowed again, laughing. 

"So that's a- OH!" Wilbur excitedly spammed buttons on his keyboard, typing out a username. Okay, that is actually really good for a game based off of a joke.

The group spent the next two, maybe four hours playing the game, laughing and smiling and threatening each other the entire time. The stream was finally over, but it felt as if no time had passed at all.

It was maybe 7pm after they had finished everything up, said their goodbyes to the stream, and were quiet and calm. The sun was beginning to set, and Techno couldn't help but zone out staring into it. The vibrant colors splashed outwards, just like the blood of his victims. Just like every poor soul he had torn the life out of.

Do it again.

Blood.

We want blood.

Do it.

We want blood.

We want it now.

blood.

Blood.

BLOOD.

BLOOD!

BLOOD!

BLOOD!

"Techno?" the man jumped when someone shook him lightly. "You okay?"

Techno turned his head to see Phil and Tubbo, Tubbo off playing on Wilbur's computer, Phil being the concerned one asking the questions.

"Mhm, I'm fine. I just need to go on a walk and clear my head." Techno stood up on shaking feet. 

"Are you sure? You don't know the ways around-,"

"I'm sure." 

"I can go with you, help you out or something." Tubbo offered, eyes still fixed on the screen.

"No, It's fine, really. I have a map, I've already put the address into my phone." Techno held his phone up, shaking it slightly as if to prove his point.

"Alright, if you're sure." Phil sighed, reaching for something. He put some of it into Techno's hands, and it took the confused man a moment to realize what it was. Pounds- the currency. 

"What? Phil, I don't-," Techno tried to insist that he didn't need the money.

"No, no, use it. I have enough for myself, and you look like you could use it well." Phil and Techno met each others eyes. Oh, how uncomfortable. Techno felt as if Phil could see everything he's done, and is judging him on it. Could he see the fear in the mans eyes?

"Are you sure?" Techno asked, tearing his eyes from Phil's. The older hummed, a small smile on his face. Techno took it and went to the main city, looking for camping stores.

Finding one, he bought the necessary equipment, that being a heavy, thick coat, thick gloves, and a long, wicked knife. 

Leaving the store, he turned his maroon-red eyes to the sky, which was turning into a violent shade of blue, reflecting his emotions.

The Blade is on the hunt.