barbarism (dreamnoblade)

chapter seventeen

|||Technoblade POV|||

Technoblade's eyes narrow, he can feel the bitter anger sweep across his face as the familiar boy backs away, knees shaking as he stumbles on his feet. Those blue eyes that glimmer with fear, the brown hair just reaching below his ears. It was the exact boy he had seen in the window. The same boy that turned and ran away from him before he got...

"Technoblade? What's wrong?" Tommy shuffles towards Tubbo, his mouth creeping into a nervous smile as beads of sweat form above his brow, "why're staring at Tubbo like that?"

He unconsciously takes a step forward towards them, slow and steady as if he was stalking prey, hand drifting towards his axe that glimmers from beneath his cape. The swift action causes a painfully familiar panic to flash over his brother's face.

Technoblade knew he shouldn't be mad- should he? Tubbo was just a kid-

'You were just a kid too. But that didn't matter to them, why does this matter to you?'

"Shut up, I'm trying to think." He snaps loudly enough for the two boys to flinch. Did he say that out loud? He can barely hear his own words underneath the painful thudding of his heartbeat, it slams against his eardrums like thunder.

"Technoblade whatever happened between and Tubbo- we can talk it out." Tommy tries to sooth his rising anger, hands raised in front of him in a protective manner as he tries to defuse the situation.

'They'll trick you, use and lie to you.'

He glares upward, watching them tremble in fear.

"C'mon Blade! I'm your brother, remember me? We're on your side-"

'No they aren't-'

His words don't register in his mind, only emotions. "Shut the hell up before I carve those words from your throat." And those emotions bubble in his gut like lava, burning his insides like a nauseatingly hot volcano. It sizzles within his skin, it itches it itches it itches- it hurts.

All Tubbo had to do was help him, get attention maybe- anything! The voice is right, age didn't play a role in this, Tubbo could've done anything-

'That's right no mercy, remember how you felt. Being powerless under someone else's will. You don't want to feel that again do you?'

Fear freezes the flames within, he didn't want to experience that again. He would much rather die than feel those same hands on his body.

Technoblade leaps at them, axe out ready to swing. The feelings itch on his skin and burn, but he can't afford to stop his assault now. If he does he'll get hurt again.

Tubbo stumbles back as the axe glides a few centimeters away from his face. While Tommy scrambles to gain balance and tries to tackle him away from his friend.

His younger brother collides with him, almost knocking him over. But Technoblade gathers enough balance to stumble his way up and try to swing the axe again, when Tommy screams and cries out.

"Don't hurt someone else important to me please!"

Suddenly the barriers crumble like ash, letting a flood of memories consume his surroundings.

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"T-Techie, stand down!"

The panic in his fathers voice causes him to look up, he wonders why his dad was here. The pinkette hopes he doesn't get into trouble for being in school grounds.

He wipes the blood away from his chin but eventually more pools and begins to drip. He can feel the flesh in his hands, it's tender, squishy. Technoblade wants to take another bite, to feel the warm meat crunch under his teeth.