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The Tightrope Of Life (1/2)

Techno's thoughts were running laps as his head pounded. The searing raw pain on his back was becoming unbearable as he let out a wrangled breath, his eyes stinging with unshed tears, tears he refused to cry. "P-Phil..?" Techno muttered, his throat feeling parched. "It's ok, you'll be alright, I know it hurts, but it'll be over soon," Philza muttered, hugging his son tighter. he knew this ritual was dangerous. but he refused to let his son die, even if Technoblade wasn't his biological son, he loved him unconditionally.

Philza watched from a distance as his two sons fought, "I AM A PERSON!" Tears were rolling down Techno's cheeks as people surrounded the two and Tubbo, standing above the crater where L'Manburg once stood. "Discs- Discs aren't people..." He muttered, aggressively wiping the tears away, "I WAS WILLING TO FIGHT EVERYONE FOR YOU, TOMMY... BUT WHAT DID YOU DO WHEN I WAS INFRONT OF A WHOLE COUNTRY, FORCED TO KILL AN INNOCENT PERSON!? YOU AND WILBUR STOOD THERE AND WATCHED...You just watched..." Tommy was shocked, he went to open his mouth, but before he could even start, Techno cut him off. "That is the difference between us..." He growled, jumping onto the only piece of land from the attack left, where Tommy and Tubbo stood. "I-...I'm sorry Tommy, but I don't believe in a land of rules and restrictions...Maybe we'll see each other again sometime....Depends on what you believe in I guess.." Techno stepped back, "I can finally rest, maybe try that retirement arc again..." he said sarcastically, bowing before tridenting away in the rain. He didn't look back as he flew further from the wreckage he caused, knowing if he saw Tommy's face, the guilt would be far too much to live with.

Phil hated it, how he couldn't get back fast enough to save his own son. He could still smell the smoke in the air that seemed to clog up his lungs and made it hard to breath. Images of Techno hugging his horse Carl's body, the horses hair was tinged black and blood seeped from it's head. But what scared Philza the most was the state Techno was in. He had a large third degree burn over his left eye, the coloured drained from his pupil. A puddle of blood was forming under his body, whether it was Carl's blood, or Techno's will forever be a mystery, but Philza came to the conclusion it was a mix of both. Techno had a large gash on his leg and first degree burns running up his left arm. His royal attire was torn and mildly singed, and his armour was discarded to the side. Philza would never forget the empty look in Techno's gaze as he stared down at his horse, His face devoid of any emotions.

He had a chance to bring his son back, using a totem of undying would resurrect him, but not fully since he didn't use it at the exact time he died. The consequences vary from person to person. He'd either get pure white feathered wings, a smoky grey pair of feathered wings or a slightly torn pair of dragon wings, otherwise known as Demon wings. But the process feels like you're literally dying and forcefully being shoved back into life.

Techno let out a shaky sigh as he put back all of his empty potion bottles and unused building blocks into chests. He was tired and just wanted to sleep, but he felt restless and knew he wasn't going to be able to sleep soundly that night. Not without the voices haunting him until he went clinically insane. He didn't want to have another Wilbur repeat.

He had panicked and used the trident to go the long way back to his house, so his trident lost over half of it's durability. Pulling out a stack of emerald blocks from his ender chest, Techno climbed the ladder into his basement, where orphan was. He quickly converted the emerald blocks into numerous stacks of emeralds, trading with orphan for as many experience bottles as he could, orphan gave him exactly twenty eight experience bottles before they were sold out. With a huff Techno poured the experience on his trident and watched it repair itself, when he was younger, he loved just sitting on his bed and watching weapons and armour repair itself, the process never seized to amaze him. Though the foul smell in the air was definitely spoiling the moment.

Techno's eyes widened, jolting out of his thoughts as the voices screamed at him. He turned to look at the ladder, noticing the bright orange glow from what definitely wasn't the torches. Now panicking, Techno climbed the ladder, the smell of smoke filling his lungs as fire was eating away at the ladder up to his storage room. With a burst of adrenaline, Techno climbed the crumbling ladder, a burning piece of wood falling from the top story floor hitting him in the face on the way up. Techno flinched slightly, but quickly brushed it away, rushing to save Carl. He's had Carl since day one, the single best horse in this entire land. Could he have been too late...

Techno gasped in pain as the skin on his back begun to tear, giving way for large, skeletal wings. He let out a cry of pain, the tears he tried so hard to keep back finally falling as the wings flexed slightly, a thin yet durable coat of flesh connected the frame of the wings together. He felt Phil's comforting embrace tighten as his father whispered reassuring words to him. He felt bad as Philza's tears dampened the sleeve of Techno's usual white dress shirt.

Techno's left eye was partially blind, but he swore he could see a flash of lime green in his peripheral vision. He tried gaining Philza's attention by tapping him on the shoulder, "P-Phil...some-something over there," He managed to croak out, weakly pointing towards the lime blur. Phil nodded reassuringly to his son, turning his head to the figure wearing a Lime green hoodie and white smiley mask. He sent him a harsh glare, to which Dream raised his hands in defence. Strangely enough, Philza couldn't sense any sarcasm or threat from the way Dream held himself. His mask was lifted to show his mouth, that was pulled into a tight, worried frown. "What...What happened to him?" Dream muttered, slowly inching closer to the pair still hugging on the snow covered ground. Phil rolled his eyes, a small welcoming smile on his face as he gestured towards the burnt down house. Dream's eyes flickered to the house, or what was left of it, and a look of realization painted his face. "oh..." Dream whispered, slowly sliding his mask off his face as he kneeled down beside the shaking pinkette. "Could I..?" Dream asked nervously, slowly stretching out his arms in a hugging manor.

Phil looked Dream up and down before hesitantly nodding his head, resting the now unconscious Techno into Dreams outstretched arms. Much to Philza's surprise, the dirty blonde started to run his fingers soothingly through Technoblade's hair, humming lightly. Phil watched Dream's every move cautiously, his mouth dropping open in shock as Dream lightly kissed the top of Techno's head, smirking up at the boys adoptive father with mischief. "No one will ever believe you..." He whispered, making Phil gasp, glaring half heartedly at Dream, before chuckling lightly, "You're truly evil."