the battles we fight | sbi

Chapter 6 - Here We Are, Unstable and Shit

[greyson o.O hello again my people. look i am here now. mAgIc anyways... sup annie. you finally gonna write? finally? huh? maybe? that's what i thought.... if you hurt tubbo I swear I will fly to california and smack you upside the head. question: what is techno wearing today? i need to know.... for science.]

techno is wearing the same thing as last chapter, it's still the same day

it's time for sad sbi hours

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Dream's offer still echoed through Techno's mind, although it had been some time since their conversation had happened. It wasn't really an offer, more of a request. Techno knew Dream had some other motive, but he was too distracted to try and figure it out. All he could think about was the thrill of battle and the focus of having something to work towards. Not to mention the satisfaction of winning. Here was nothing sweeter than spending months preparing for something, then winning. Techno couldn't decide if an easy win was more or less fun. After all, cutting through your enemies like they were nothing was a wondrous feeling. Then again, the feeling of fighting for your life, knowing everything you ever were and could ever be depended on each movement being perfect, was such a rush.

No, Techno tried to stop the thoughts from wandering further, Indulging in these thoughts will do no good. I can't do this again. I don't want more blood on my hands.

Oh, but I do...

He heard this echo behind him. Or was it to his left? Techno stilled, listening for any other noise. The complete silence led Techno to question the noise. It had sounded like a voice. It was distant, but hadn't quite sounded real. There was something incredibly off about it, but Techno couldn't place it at first. The more he pondered it, the more he felt like it was familiar, in some way. Close, yet still so far. He tried to shrug it off and convince himself that it didn't bother him.

Just my mind playing tricks on me. Nothing more. I haven't heard that voice before. I'm just tired. I barely slept last night.

Techno barely slept any night, but he didn't let himself think about that for more than a second. He was just tired and on edge from his conversation with Dream, and that was all that was going on. His hands still shook slightly though. He pulled at the bun Wilbur had put up, letting the dozens of small braids fall down across his shoulders. He then undid each brain, one by one. He shook his head, making the waves shine slightly in the sun. The top buttons of his shirt had become unbuttoned at some point, and it was completely untucked from his shirt. The top of a large scar could be seen, stretching all the way across his torso. Techno's fingers ran across the mark almost involuntarily, almost feeling the blade that had caused it once again. He had still won that fight. He only ever seemed to lose the battles he had with himself.

That's ironic, Techno almost laughed out loud, but managed to hold it in, I'm the only one tearing myself down. All that means is that I can get it under control. I can control myself.

Techno almost felt like he was waiting for something in him to object. He let out a sigh of relief when nothing did, but still questioned why he had paused in the first place. After all, he was the only one who could hear his thoughts. There was no one there to respond. The sun was close to setting, although Techno had barely noticed. He had been too far in his thoughts to notice anything. The sun shining directly into his eyes from the horizons alerted him of the time. He buttoned and retucked in his shirt, composing himself before setting off for the house.

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"Useful he says?" Wilbur wondered aloud to himself, thinking to what Dream had said. He wondered what it would be like to be in another revolution, the memories from the last one flooding back. The usual fear and apprehension such things would normally bring were replaced by a small smirk, "It could be fun..."