Sleepy Bois Inc. Angst Oneshots

The Voices Want Blood Part 2

TW: Techno's voices, depressing thoughts, suicidal actions, panic attack, mentions of death and murder and blood
AN: I rewrote the first chapter but not this one, so I don't know how good this one is :]
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When Techno heard knocking coming from the door, he didn't make any move to answer it. Philza knocked again, more panicked, but Techno didn't have the strength to face him. He imagined the look of disappointment and misery in his father's eyes and whimpered. He hadn't meant to hurt Tommy.

Phil knocked again on the door, harder this time. Each knock made Techno flinch. What if Phil decided he didn't want a murderer for a son and got rid of him? What if- what if Phil hurt him?

"He hates you, and Tommy hates you. Wilbur hates you. You hate yourself. Just end it." The voices were heard loud and clear over the noise from the door.

Then there was silence.

It enveloped Techno like quicksand surrounding him. He couldn't breathe. He clawed at his throat and choked.

Phil broke the silence. "Techno? It's alright. Tommy's going to be okay; you're going to be okay. Just open the door please." But he couldn't open the door. He couldn't even move. He was too weak.

Phil rammed the door until the lock broke. When he staggered in, he saw his eldest son leaning against his bed with his head in his hands. His room was destroyed; his possessions littered the ground.

He eased his way over to Techno but stopped when Techno whimpered. "Techno?" he asked quietly. The shaking boy refused to look at him. Phil sat down softly next to him, but Techno pulled away from him.

"I don't want to hurt you, too!" Techno shrunk in on himself and wailed. Philza put his hand on Techno's back and gently rubbed circles into it.

"You won't hurt me. It's okay, Tech. Tommy'll be alright. It'll be okay." Phil whispered to the crying boy.

"I'm sorry," Techno mumbled, voice rough from crying. "I'm sorry." His heart hurt seeing his son like this. He wanted to fix this, to take away the voices and the pain, but he couldn't. He didn't know how.

Instead, he hugged Techno, whispering comforting things until Techno calmed down.

"Can I- can I see him?" Techno asked quietly. Phil, unsure of what to do, thought for a minute before deciding.

"He's resting, but you can check on him." Phil understood that Techno needed to see Tommy. He needed to make sure for himself that Tommy was going to be alright. Techno left to find Tommy.

When Tommy opened his eyes, he was met with the concerned face of Techno. He flinched before putting as much distance between them as possible since he was bedridden. Techno understood and left the room in silence.

Phil came in after Techno left to change his bandages, and Wil brought him some cookies. "Have you talked to Techno?" Phil asked him. He shook his head. What was he supposed to say to Techno?

"He came to see me, but I, uhm, didn't want to talk to him." Phil frowned. He pulled Wil to the side and whispered something to him. Tommy only caught the words "voices" and "episode." Wilbur walked out.

"What's wrong with Techno?" Phil refused to answer and changed the topic. They chatted for a bit about anything and everything before Wil rushed in.

"Dad, you need to come. Techno- it's bad. He needs you." Phil and Wilbur left, leaving Tommy confused and alone. What was happening to his brother?

Techno sat alone in his room with the lights off. He held the sword he had stuck through his brother's side. The moment kept replaying in his mind. He felt sick.

"Tommy hates you." The voices whispered. "You should punish yourself. You don't deserve to live."  He contemplated driving the sword through his own side, a fitting punishment for someone like him.

"I hurt my brother, my baby brother. I almost killed him. I deserve this." He stared at the sword with tears running down his face. He said it again but didn't move. He lifted the sword up and put it down again. He pressed it against his side until it drew blood. Sobbing, he dropped the sword.

Phil and Wilbur ran in. Phil immediately took note of the sword. He gently took it from Techno while Wil wrapped him in a hug. Techno cried into his shoulder, ruining the sleeve of Wil's yellow jumper.
Phil joined the hug, and Techno held onto both of them for dear life.

"We should go check on Tommy," Wilbur suggested, ending the hug. Techno, surprising himself, went to Tommy's room with his brother and father. Tommy didn't flinch this time. He didn't want Techno close to him, but it was getting better.

"Toms, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I got lost in the fight, and the voices..." He cut himself off, cursing. Tommy looked at him.

"What voices?" See, Techno had told Phil and Wilbur about the voices since Phil was his dad, and Wil was his twin. It felt like they needed to know. Tommy, on the other hand, didn't. He didn't need to worry over Techno, and telling him about the voices would only scare him off.

"I hear voices. They pressure me into doing things, and during the fight, they took over. They blotted out everything not directly related to the fight, people and memories included. They didn't see you as my brother, they saw you as the enemy. They wanted blood." He shuddered thinking about it. He clenched his fists as he awaited Tommy's reaction.

Tommy stared at him in controlled horror and said, "They could've killed me. I could've died. You didn't think to tell me about the voices earlier?" His voice rose with each word, and by the time he finished, he was yelling. Techno flinched and backed away.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want you to be scared of me." He let out a humorless laugh. "Lot of good that did me." Tommy looked at him, thinking hard. Eventually, he reached out his arms for a hug.

Techno blinked at him before complying, trying to ignore the way Tommy stiffened when he touched him. "I'm so sorry, Toms."

"I know," Tommy said. The words, "I forgive you," hung unspoken in the air.
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AN: I might write a part three where Tommy has a nightmare about Techno killing him, and Techno tries to comfort him. But we all know how bad I am about writing part twos and threes, so I don't know when that's gonna happen

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