Blade of Khorne - A Sleepy Bois AU

Bad Memories

Phil sighed, collapsing into a chair. He hadn't been sleeping well, his dreams plagued with worry about the Piglin. His eyes moved to the hallway, looking at the closed door.

Techno's door was closest to him, followed by the bathroom and his bedroom on the other side of the hall. There was a spare room for storage directly across from the Piglin's room.

The house was fine for Phil, but the addition of a Piglin was definitely causing it to feel more cramped. He groaned, rubbing his thoughts away.

The door clicked open, Techno looking at him. The Piglin snorted, stepping into the hallway and trudging towards him. He dragged his yellow blanket as he walked over, rubbing his eyes.

"Sleep."

"Yeah, I tried to. Didn't work out too well," Phil said with a chuckle as Techno stopped in front of him, "Are you excited for tomorrow?"

Techno nodded before climbing onto his lap, "Sleep."

Phil looked at him confused as he laid down, curling up against his chest. The Piglin pressed his head against his heart, listening to his heartbeat as he fell asleep. The older man chuckled, slowly taking the blanket from his hooves and draping it around them. As his eyes started to close, Phil swore he heard a whisper.

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The strong winds only helped to spread the embers, the smell almost causing Phil to throw up. Sam looked at him before pushing past him and running towards the town, Fit following.

It took Phil a second to realize they'd left, unfurling his wings and flew into the wind. He sailed over their heads. He landed rather roughly, the pain in his leg still present.

He looked around the burning town, trying to figure out where he was. His thoughts were interrupted as a shadow fell across him, barely having enough time to dodge the blade.

Pain shot through his wing as the blade cut him. He stumbled back as the blade plunged into the cobblestone streets, cracking the stones. A yell caused him to look up, Sam running towards him.

"Dad!"

Phil jolted awake to Techno shaking him. Light was streaming into the living room, the fireplace still slightly smoky. He looked around, his tired brain taking in the sudden change of scenery.

"Wake up! Par-ade today!"

"Huh?" Phil asked, rubbing his eyes, "Oh- Oh shit-"

Techno practically fell off his lap as Phil got up, running into his bedroom. He ran out as he struggled to put on clothes, tripping over himself.

"We're going to be late-"

"Not now, midday."

Phil stopped and looked at the sun rising, "Oh. Why didn't you stop me?"

"Thought you knew," the Piglin huffed, getting up, "I go to garden."

The front door closed behind him, leaving a flustered Phil to watch him through the window. Something murmured at his ear and caused him to turn, finding nothing. The vivid image of the town flashed in his mind, causing him to grab onto the wall.

He gagged, rushing to the bathroom before throwing up into the toilet. He leaned against the wall as he eased himself to the floor, catching his breath.

Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back and listened to the noise. Techno's voice was muffled by the walls, but it was apparent that he was in an argument with himself. The Piglin was clearly angry, his voice fluctuating in volume. He went silent, the front door slamming open and hooves running down the hall.

"Dad okay?"

Phil looked at him and smiled, "Yeah, I uh... I just got a bit dizzy."

Techno hesitantly nodded, "Leg feel okay?"

"What?"

The Piglin looked at him, tilting his head sideways, "Voices said leg hurt. Is leg okay?"

Phil looked at his leg, then back to him, "I... I never hurt my leg. Maybe the voices are wrong?"

"Voices never wrong."

"Right..." he mumbled, getting up. His legs were still wobbly, causing Techno to grab onto his arm. He shot the Piglin a smile as he stabilized, flushing the toilet before starting to wash his hands and his mouth.

"Sword cut you? Long time ago."

Phil choked on the water in his mouth, spitting it out. He coughed a few times, Techno reaching up and patting his back.

"Dad scared. Sword bad?"

"No- No, I just... I kinda forgot about that part of that story," he said, wiping his mouth, "Did the voices say anything else about it?"

Techno paused, looking at the ground, "Most par-ade talk. Dad..."

He looked down at the Piglin, slightly confused at the cut off. The slight drip of the faucet was the only noise as Phil watched Techno stare at the floor. The Piglin started breathing heavily, his eyes widening although being unfocused.

"Blood- Kill- Death- Blood- Burning- Sword- Death-"

Techno stumbled back, tripping and falling to the ground as he repeated the phrases. Phil was frozen in shock for a moment before rushing over, wrapping his arms around the Piglin. Tears stained his shoulder as Techno clung to him, crying loudly.

"Loud- Dad, voices loud- Angry-"

"I know, I know, just- Uh... Just- if they can hear me, then let them know that we won't go to the parade if they continue."

The grip on his shirt slowly began to loosen, Techno's cries turning to sniffles. Phil sighed in relief, rocking them back and forth.