Blood for the Blood God

VII

Dream isn't a liar. I don't know how many times he's proven it to me or why I keep taking him for one.

I went back inside and went straight to my room.

I sat at my desk and lit my candle.

"Who are you?" I asked cautiously.

"I am the main entity you'll talk to. The others stay quiet." The voice answered. It was sort of feminine.

"How many others are there?" I asked. I wanted to stay on good terms with these things.

"Dozens."

Dozens.

"Although you'll only ever interact with a few." She continued.

I thought, can you hear me?

"Of course we can hear you. We are in your head. We own you now. We run you. We know you better than you know yourself. You belong to us Technoblade."

Then I understood how Dream felt.

Will you always be here? Or will you leave one day.

"All things come to an end Technoblade. One day you'll die and we'll leave you alone. See now, we've made it virtually impossible for you to die unless we allow it. We can't keep you alive forever but we can try. Although, you can please us and we'll leave."

You'll leave permanently?

"Only if we get what we want."

From today forward I lose all privacy and peace of mind huh?

"Exactly. It's not that dramatic though. Just business."

Why did you harbor in Dreams head? How did you even find him?

"He found us in a wave of bad luck. A letter in a bottle. A bad omen dare I say. An old poem written in Greek. He translated it and read it out loud and cursed himself with us at a young age. He hasn't been able to shake us off since, but you Technoblade, you are magnificent."

My cheeks warmed up. what?

"You are so absolutely smart and strong. You could wipe out an entire army with just a sword. You're better than Dream in many shapes and forms. It would be foolish to pass you up."

I felt good for a second but shut it out. You're just feeding my ego to get what you want.

"Smart boy. See what I mean?"

Is there anyway I can use an external force to lose you?

"The weaker of us will fall off if you do but the strongest will stay until we want to leave"

If I find someone better will you leave me alone?

"Technoblade oh Technoblade. You've known us for less than an hour and you already want to rid us. That's no way to treat guests. I suppose if they outweigh you we would consider it but where would you find someone like that?"

I thought for a minute but came up empty.

"Exactly. Oh Phil is home with what looks like new bounty."

"New bounty?" I asked aloud and heard the door open. "How'd you know that? How'd you know he was home?"

No answer.

"Fine. Suit yourselves." I blew out my candle and made my way downstairs. When I made it to the bottom of the steps I heard Phil talking to someone. It was muffled and I couldn't really understand what he was saying. I quietly walked out into the living room and peeked into the kitchen.

Phil was holding a large paper bag with what I assumed was medication and groceries. A small head of brown hair was barely peeking over the counter.

"Theres someone my age?" The fluff asked. It sounded like a child. Gross.

Phil smiled. "Yeah, my son Tommy. He'll love you. Trust me Tubbo, you'll fit right in." Phil looked up and locked eyes with me. "Speaking of sons," he looked back down at 'Tubbo' and walked him out of the kitchen. "This is Techno. He might look a little scary but I assure you Tubbo, he's a softie."

I stepped out from behind the wall. "C'mon Phil, dont lie to the kid." I looked down at Tubbo. He was scrawny and a little shorter than Tommy. He had little horns that barely reached the top of his hair. It reminded me of my teeth, the two big ones. Hes not fully human, like me. "Hi Tubbo," I squat down and reached my hand out. "Im happy to meet you."

He looked at me warily and shook my hand. "I like your teeth." He said.

I smiled. "Thank you, I grew them myself."

He smiled. "Look I have these horns," he tilted his head down to show me. "I grew them myself too." He beamed proudly.

"I think they're really cool." I stood back up.

Tubbo fixed his hair. "Thank you. I got them from my dad."

I looked over at Phil. He just nodded his head. "Tommy and Wilbur should be home soon, do you want some hot chocolate Tubbo?"

Tubbo smiled up at Phil. "Yes please."

"I'll get right onto it, you can go wait in the living room, go make yourself at home." Tubbo turned on his heel and walked out into the hallway. Phil looked back at me. "I thought I told you to stay upstairs away from them."

He turned to heat up milk. "I felt nervous. And I was home alone! I cant be downstairs alone?" Phil opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off. "They spoke to me."

He looked me in the eyes. "What did they say?"

I sat on the counter. "Just introduced themselves. Theres dozens of voices but I've only talked to one so far and I probably will only talk to that one."

Phil added cocoa powder to the 5 cups that sat next to me. "Did they want anything?" He turned back to the milk on the stove.

"Only my cooperation."

He brought the pot over to the cups and carefully poured the warm milk into the cups. "If they speak to you again you ignore them and come to me, understood?"

I watched the powder rise to the surface and dissolve. "Okay."

The front door opened and closed.

"No you bitch its mine!" I heard Tommy yell. That was followed by a loud smack and Tommy screaming. He ran into the kitchen holding the back of his head. "Philza! Philza! Wilbur has a- oh hey Techno- Wilbur assulted me! he hit me the bitch. Oh when I get my hands on him I'll-"

"Enough Tommy." Phil cut in.

Wilbur walked by the kitchen and went into his room. "Yeah Tommy, shut the fuck up."

Phil looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "Tubbo can you come here please?" Phil looked into the hallway. Tommy followed his gaze and we all watched the scrawny thing waddle into the kitchen. "Phil put his hand on Tommys head. "This is Tommy, Tommy, this is Tubbo. He's going to be staying with us."

Tubbo waved at Tommy. Wilbur came into the kitchen and took off his beanie. "Hi Tubbo, sorry for my language. I'm Wilbur."

"He's not usually this aggressive," I said. "Tommy is just annoying." Wilbur and I said in unison. We looked at each other  and laughed.

Tommy looked at us and shook his head. "Alright fuck you guys. Tubbo lets go to my room." He grabbed Tubbos arm and dragged him down the hallway.

"Oh okay!" Tubbo followed closely behind. Tommy marched them to his room and slammed the room door behind him.

Wilbur laughed dryly. "Philza im going to beat a kid."

Phil grabbed 2 mugs and walked over to Tommys room. "No you arent." He called back.

"Not without me." I whispered to Wilbur.