mcyt [self insert] || oneshots

techno • tommy [] recovery (pt. 2)

tw: blood and stabbing—lots of it
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i like the headcanon that Technoblade can shapeshift from his human form to half pig, so i'm using it
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don't hesitate to correct any grammar, punctuation, or spelling mistakes!

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The house was quiet tonight. Snowflakes fell gently atop your roof, and the wind was nothing but a soft whisper. The only sound that could be heard was the occasional drumming of fingertips upon the kitchen table where Tommy sat.

A dim lantern lit the room he resided in. Out of habit, he'd check his surroundings to see if Dream was near every few minutes. Tommy sighed roughly.

I'm safe now, stop being so damn paranoid.

It was late—almost the middle of the night. Tommy could not sleep due to his overwhelming thoughts, so he decided he'd get himself a drink from the kitchen.

The only drinks Technoblade had, other than water, was a vast variety of herbal teas.

Tommy didn't like herbal tea, nonetheless tea in general.

The boy was so caught up in his own head, that he was oblivious to the creaking front door.

An ice cold hand grabbed Tommy's wrist and pulled him outside of the warm house. Tommy shook himself out of his trance and stumbled behind the kidnapper.

"Wha-what are you doing?!" Tommy winced as the cold, outside air bit his bare skin.

The man glared at his victim with an infuriated look on his mask.

Dumbfounded, Tommy drew back. "Dream?!"

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You wiped the tiredness from your eyes as you sat up from your bed. Was that the front door?

You were a fairly light sleeper, so you had to sleep in a room far from Techno as to not hear his loud snores.

Half-awake, you dragged your feet to the kitchen to check the front door. A strong, icy breeze blew your bedhead back through the opened entrance, forcing you to fully wake up.

The realization suddenly hit you. "Tommy!"

Technoblade was deep in slumber, his thunderous snores piercing through the door. You swung open his door and shook him by the shoulders.

"Techno, Tommy's gone!" you shouted, just loud enough to wake him.

Technoblade's eyes slowly opened as he scanned his dark room, slightly frazzled. He stretched his arm to his bed stand, blindly searching for his glasses with his hand.