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// "Thanks, Wil." //

Techbur twins au go brrr

(3rd person pov)
TW/CW: Auditory hallucinations, depictions of violence
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,Techno was sat on Wilbur's bed with him as Wilbur played with Techno's long bright pink hair. Wilbur was envious of his twin, wondering how his hair was so 'cool' and how he instead got 'stuck with plain, boring brown hair'.
,Their father, Phil had explained that it was because Techno was a type of humanoid that was partially pig, which made Wil even more jealous, especially when Techno's canine teeth began growing in at the age of 7. Wilbur thought they looked awesome, and that's what he told him.
,Techno never liked cooperating when it was time for haircuts, he'd throw fits and scream and cry if anyone brought a pair of scissors anywhere near him. So here he was; 11 years old with hair that stretched almost down to his waist. Though, he never really learned or figured out how to take care of it well or style it. That is, until he found out Wil was actually quite good at it, and so he'd been doing Techno's hair ever since; whether it be just playing with it, or styling it in different ways. Techno didn't mind it since it was something Wil enjoyed, but Wil noticed at one point that Techno never let anybody else lay a finger on his hair besides him. It made Wil feel almost special, in a way.
"Techno, you really should brush your hair more, there's too many knots!" Will said, brushing through his pink locks. "I keep telling you but you don't listen to me."
,Techno groaned. "It's just so much woorkk."
"I'd do it for you but it's your hair, not mine. I'll do it up how you want but I refuse to groom you like an animal." Wil said, causing the both of them to laugh.
"I'll think about it, how's that?" Techno replied, making Wilbur roll his eyes.
"What do you want today? The usual?" Wilbur asked. Techno nodded, and Wilbur began braiding his hair into a single braid. He did it all the way down, until his hair got too thin at the ends and then tied it off with a mini rubber band.
"There you go, your majesty." Wil said, smiling.
"Thanks Wil." Techno said, resting the braid over the front of his shoulder.
"Any time."
Technoblade snapped his head up. He was leaning over the sink with his hands holding him steady on either side of it, looking straight into the mirror. He hated what he saw.
The voices were getting louder every day, demanding things that he couldn't let himself give in to. He hated the voices, they were his least favorite part about himself, and he hated that he had acted on them in the past.
They weren't as big of a problem when he was young, and he wished it had stayed that way. Over time, he'd hear things that weren't really there; now he was 20 years old hearing voices all around him, especially when he was alone.
'You can't get rid of us. We are you.'
'Kill them, kill them all!'
'Blood is such a pretty color, isn't it?"
'You'll kill an animal, but you won't kill a person? Why don't you try it, it might be fun.'
'We are you. We are you. You're insane.'
"No..." Techno hung his head again, shaking it in denial. "I'm.. I'm not crazy..." he whispered.
'This is you. Don't deny us.'
"Fuck.." He looked up, a pair of scissors sat near the faucet. Maybe this is what he needed, some kind of change. Maybe then, they would go away.
He tried to reach out and pick them up, but his hand was too shaky, and the voices only seemed to be getting louder.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the bathroom door. "Hello? Techno are you in there?" a voice asked.
"I..." Techno couldn't tell who it was, there were too many different sounding voices all mixing together.
'Techno.'
"Techno?"
"I don't..." He looked into the mirror, meeting his own eyes. He needed to recognize himself; separate himself from what he hated so much on the inside.
Another knock. "You okay? I'm coming in."
The door handle turned, and Wilbur peeked his head in to find his brother looking like he was panicked, and afraid. "Woah! What's happened?" he asked.
"I.. I- the scissors.." Techno turned back to the sink, picking them up.
"Oh- okay, what's wrong? Is it- the voices again?" Wilbur asked cautiously. Phil had taught him how to act and help when things god bad with Techno like this. He'd told Wil and Tommy; be calm, no fast movements, don't yell.
"I.. I need to.. can you do it for me Wil?" Techno asked, still seeming very panicked.
"Do.. do what, exactly?" Wil asked, feeling worried.
"I.. I need you to cut my hair for me, please?" Techno asked, surprising his brother. Techno had only cut his hair a few times in his life, and only then were they just trims.
"Oh. Uh, alright. Are you sure?" Wilbur asked, walking over and carefully taking the scissors from his hand. Techno faced back to the mirror.
"Yes, please." He blinked, looking into his eyes again.
"How short?" Wil asked.
"I don't care! Just do it!" Techno brought his hands to his face, and before he knew it he heard the sound of hair being cut. Snip snip snip. Just like that, Wil had done it.
Another cut, and another. Techno still had his eyes shielded from being able to see.
A few minutes passed till Wil finally finished, "Okay... look."
Slowly, Techno dropped his hands and opened his eyes. He looked in the mirror; first at Wilbur standing behind his left shoulder, then at himself.
The voices were gone... for now, anyway.
Techno turned his head side to side to see how it looked, long strands of hair covered the floor around their feet. His hair was now cut half an inch above his shoulders and he had to admit, he didn't hate it.
"How did I do?" Wil asked, noticing Techno was now much more calm.
"I..." Techno turned around, now facing Wilbur.
"Thank you, Wilbur." he said, throwing his arms around his brother's neck and holding him tight.
Wilbur laughed, hugging him back. "Any time."