barbarism (dreamnoblade)

chapter thirty three

|||Technoblade POV|||

He still had a chance to leave, to abandon this entire idea and pretend it had never occurred. But it didn't feel like he had a choice anymore, his legs won't move away from the building towering in front of him. His eyes linger on the quartz, unable to be torn away. If he left, then eventually when the blood left his system he would have to deal with the voice again. So Technoblade already knows what he has to do, if he can get more blood from Schlatt then it wouldn't be a problem anymore. He wouldn't be a problem anymore.

He fidgets and takes a slow, deep breath. He could do this, he could manage this. Mustering up the courage he begins to shuffle towards the entrance, letting the grand structure sink in. Technoblade's eyes land on someone standing outside, leaning against the wall with arms crossed and tail swishing. The bright orange of hair and ears pop out amongst the white, immediately identifying who it was.

"Hello, Fundy was it?" Technoblade's voice is strained, he tries to come off as nonchalant but he was sure the fox hybrid would be able to sense his distress. His heart beats irregular, his hands are clammy as he grabs his cloak with his palms, trying to stabilize himself.

Fundy looks at him up and down, eyes lingering on his hair, which felt messy compared to the rest of him. Technoblade probably could've put more effort into it but he was desperate to be one step ahead of his voice. He felt the urgency of meeting with Schlatt.

"What business do you have here?" Fundy leans to the side and taps his foot against the ground, eyeing him suspiciously.

"I'm here to talk to Schlatt, he said he would've told you about it already."

"He just said that you were allowed here at any time, but he didn't clarify."

Technoblade feels some comfort at that, at least Schlatt respected his privacy. "So where is he?"

Fundy grumbles and leads him inside the building, Technoblade's mouth almost gapes at the luxurious inside, he wasn't one for fancy buildings but this was just overwhelming. Wide, gray walls of wallpaper drape down to a rich green carpet, lush enough that if he was peering at it from a distance he might mistake it for grass.

He is led down a maze of corridors until Fundy stops at a large spruce door, ushering Technoblade inside. It stops just before it hits the wall, soundlessly bouncing before closing again. Technoblade slips inside the room and watches as Fundy pulls it shut, the room growing considerably darker.

His eyes quickly scan his surroundings, taking in tall bookshelves stacked with countless rows of books. Technoblade wasn't sure if Schlatt was much of a reader himself but Technoblade loved to indulge in them, to learn more and develop his knowledge gave him a sense of purpose in his life, however small that was.

He quickly turns to stare at the ram when he hears him clear his throat, he sits in the center of the room behind a desk with a warm smile on his face, chin resting on his hands. The entire room was seemed to be built around the work desk, making it stand out with its polished wood.

"Take a seat, let's talk since you did come all the way here." Schlatt's voice causes an invisible shudder to go through his body, the tension in his limbs was almost unbearable but he still manages to drag himself over to the chair placed across from him.

"So how are you? Did you end up drinking the blood?" Schlatt opens the conversation first, tucking the folders he was working on in a drawer under the desk.

"I'm fine, and yeah I did... it worked, though I guess that wasn't a surprise."

Schlatt's eyes light up, sparkling with satisfaction, he loosely claps his hands together and laughs. "Oh I'm so glad it worked! That means the bloodthirst and whatever else is going on stopped, right?"