Kinemortophobia

Ch. 2 -Auditory-

By now, he had heard the voices for so long that they were normal. Whether that be a good or bad thing, Technoblade wasn't sure. Most of the time, they were just a quiet hum in the back of his mind, a buzz that he had learned to zone out when around others.

However, when alone, he often spoke with the voices, gathering their insight and sharing his thoughts with them. The voices enjoyed his company as much as he enjoyed theirs, though they did tend to pick on him quite often. Laughing when he couldn't find something in his chests, Yelling 'L' when he came in second place in tournaments, making fun of him when he lost himself in the extensive world's terrain.

It was all fun and games in the end though, as the voices, or chat as they and Technoblade called them, didn't mean most of what they said. Just poking fun at their victim, and Techno knew this, albeit in annoyance.

The voices did care though, looking out for him, pointing out things he didn't notice, empathizing for him when he was down. They shared his interests, especially in battle. Techno couldn't count the times he'd heard the chants ring through his skull, the voices thirsty for something more, thirsty for Blood. He listened to them most of the time, giving them what they wanted, but... When he didn't, when he tried to hold back, to resist, to pull himself away from the urges, well... let's just say 4 million + voices screaming at you in your head can make for some deadly painful headaches.

That was the only serious drawback of hearing them, Techno noted, was the fact that they got hungry. Not for food, as the voices had stated before that they didn't exist in his plain of reality or something. But hungry for conflict, for fighting, for bloodshed. Hungry for content, as the voices often called it.

Technoblade didn't mind it very much though, as most of the time he was more than happy to comply.

The snow crunched loudly underneath the PvPer's heavy footfalls, the noise a beacon in the silent tundra around him. The voices were quiet today, their voices slower, more relaxed. However, the ringing had returned.

The ringing was quiet, not super loud, but good god did it get annoying after awhile. The pitch of the ringing, Techno had found out, was in the exact pitch of the note E. The ringing often started when the voices were bored or had nothing that they'd rather be talking about. So, they started ringing, or as the chat called it, spamming E.

By now, Techno was convinced he probably had contracted tinnitus.

"For goodness sake, can you guys please stop ringing," Techno mumbled to the voices, but that only made them laugh and in turn ring louder. Techno's mood soured further, sighing as he continued his path through the snow.

Appearing out of the cold, was a dark Nether Portal, it's purple rays reflecting beautifully against the pristine snow. Techno trudged on towards it, doing his best to ignore the chat.

The Nether portal's eerie shrieks and swooshes reached Techno's ears as he neared the doorway, making him shudder slightly. He never cared for the ambiance the purple curtain produced. Techno checked his inventory one last time before he stepped through the portal, making sure he had all of the appropriate supplies on his person. Satisfied with his findings, Techno closed his inventory and stepped through the portal.

The blast of hot air hit the player's skin as soon as he stepped through the portal, and Techno smiled. He much preferred the heat of the Nether of the cold of his tundra.

-~Time Skip~-

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"Shut up chat, I absolutely did not," Technoblade retorted, sending chat into a fit of giggles, it's many voices a waterfall of emotion and variety.