Minor problem (Discontinued)

Chapter 4

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A distorted scream greeted techno as he walked into his home. He instinctively pulled out his sword and searched the rooms below before determining that the screams were coming from his room.
Techno quickly barged in forgetting that little ranboo had slept in his room.
ranboo's screams amplified at the sight of the blade pointing at his direction, tears streamed down his cheeks with small sizzles, leaving red streaks on his cheeks that grew more brighter the more tears fell.
Techno immediately retracted his sword at the sight of the hurting, frightened child.
"Hey, uh are you okay?"
Naw, he's just having a grand ol time! Of course he's not okay!
The bloody shrill distorted screams fell into quiet helpless sobs.
Techno sat at the end of his bed and stared at the traumatized child, who had backed away towards the opposite corner of the bed.
Ranboo spoke in the ends  tongue, which only enderman could understandstand.
Techno couldn't help but stare in shock and confusion as his small friend spoke, as he had no idea what the kid had said.
*sigh*
The pinkette slowly raised his hand up towards the Christmas eyed child, as you would do to a frightened dog.
Ranboo wipes his tears away and stared at the hand with distrust and curiosity.
"Hey, ranboo I swear I'm not going to hurt you. Just tell me what's wrong, with a language I can understand,"
Ranboo slowly crawled from his corner of the and grabbed techno's hand with both his small toddler hands, "who you?" He said the best he could, tilting his head slightly to the side.
The blood god looked partially surprised before relaxing his shoulders leaving the child to inspect his hand.
"Uh, I guess from what I'm seeing, you probably don't remember anything about me or anybody. So my name's technoblade usually my closest friends call me techno but you can call me whatever makes it easier for you to say,"
The child nodded as he stood up trying to reach the pinkettes long locks of hair, his growing curiosity getting the better of him.
Techno chuckled at the littles efforts before leaning his head down towards the child.
To which ranboo began playing and messing with techno's hair, attempting to make a braid.
Techno smiled warmly as he felt his heart warm up. He was grateful for the mask he had on, he was not ready for another heartbreak, not yet.