Ranboo angst

Lost part 2

Hello. Hope you enjoy!

Tw:
Blood
Death
Violence
Injury
Swearing

Techno's Pov:

Ding!

My communicator made the sound that usually angered me. I felt something was off however. Ranboo hasn't been seen for quite a long time and I would be lying if I were to say that it didn't concern me. Pulling out the device and staring at the screen, my eyes widened in horror.

" TECHNO! DANGER I'M IN THE OVER WORLD PLEASE HURRY. MY CO-ORDINATES ARE +3844 +8416 PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME"

"What the actual fuck!" I yelled.

Legs moving at a quick pace, I built the all too familiar frame at a rapid speed. They told me something was off, the voices I mean. Must be why they sounded panicked. Lighting the portal and stepping in, my body hurled itself towards a forest as I followed the co-ordinates.

Ding!

Again? Returning my gaze to the object that rested itself in my palm, I skimmed through the message once more.

"please, he's found me"

Shit!

No no no no. Run faster. GO QUICKER!

Soon enough, I had ran majority of the way. God I am so stupid. Why would I let him go off on his own like that. Pulling out my sword as I drew closer, my pace came to a halt.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Wait! That's Ranboo. I recognise that voice. Anger filled my veins as I neared the source.

Before my eyes stood a man who wore a sadistic smile. His eyes held glee as he looked down at the unconcious pulp of Ranboo. On his face, the boy held harsh bruises, blood that dribbled from his mouth and nose. Ankles were twisted unnaturally and a gaping wound in the centre of his chest.

The voices all agreed on my next move.

Blood for the blood god

Kill him!

That bastard should die

Sick bitch

Dig his grave!

My vision grew red as I lunged at the person with my weapon aimed fatally.

Third person:

The father dodged nonchalantly focusing on the target in front of him. Crazed eyes bore into the soul of black as the owner of thise orbs chanted.

"Oh Phi1za, forgive me. Blood for blood. Heart beating. NOW THIS IS WAR!"

The piglin screamed before plunging the sword into the trembling mans throat. Swiftly, the fighter unloged the blade from the throat and placed it back in his belt. Crimson painted his path as he made his way to the child he had fought for. Carefully, the man scooped the young boy up. Making sure he applied pressure to the wound he called the father to teleport them home.

Tired, the man who was obliviously stationed back at home activated the stasis chamber. Two figures appeared in front of him pale and hurt. Before he could say anything, the concious of the two silenced him and requested he get healing supplies.

Hurriedly, Dadza rushed into the cottage, returning to the pinkette with supplies merely a minute later. Meanwhile, the anarchist placed the boy on a spare bed, preparing himself to complete the healing process of the boy.

Going off of his memory, he analysed that the ankles of the boy were most likely sprained ax the hadn't seemed as damaged as they could have been. Gashes and injuries that were smaller would most likely just need plasters or ice. However, the gash in his stomach was just mere milimetres away from his heart. That would be the part most awkward to safely stitch up.

"I've got the supplies."

A familiar voice stated from behind him. Clearly, he had not heard the other enter.

"No time to talk. We need to do this, I'll start on the stitching, you can relocate his ankes, okay?"

"Got it" the other replied before springing into action.

Carefully stitching, the more violent character hoped that the other would live. He can't lose another. Not now, he only just got attatched. Please.

Final stitches were in place and the two completed the more fatal injuries.

Technoblade Pov:

I'm not letting the kid get hurt like this again.

A small coughing fit cand from the boy as his eyes fluttered open once more.

"Oh good, you aren't dead"

I stated bluntly, I built up my walls even though deep down everybody knew of my soft spot for the makeshift family I had. It felt better to pretend to be numb.

I hope you enjoy this one. I need to get back to work before my mom kills me. Goodbye!