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XIII - B E L E I V E

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TW- PROFANITY/DEATH/BLOOD

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--THIRD POV ---

It was like his eyes owned her's. He wore a golden crown that glistened with the reflection of the three figures in front of him. Sapnap was beaming with confidence, Dream stood with a bored expression plastered on his face, and (Y/N) stood in shock.

After all, it was her old friend who sat on the throne with a level of glory and pride no one had seen before. But it seemed off. She didn't recognize him as she did two years ago. 

"So it's true, huh," the gold-encrusted royal spoke with engagement. "They said my very mistake would take me down and leave me to a life of loneliness. The mistake I made years ago, standing right in front of me, ready to take me down." 

It was almost as if he had scripted this conversation. He knew they were coming. 

His words gained the full attention of the two boys that stood beside the girl.

Dream knew well that this would soon happen, but Sapnap feared what words might flow through the girl's mouth.

But how would Dream know about the girl's past? Well, you might be impressed because the author wrote about it in chapter five.

Moving along, (Y/N)'s hands shook by her sides frantically. Why couldn't she find the proper words to say to her friend? Was he even a friend to the now frightened girl? He was her pride and joy, and she was his.

(Y/N) cleared her throat. "It's really you, " she sent daggers with her own (E/C) eyes. "Techo, who did this to you; why are you doing this!"

Pity was the last thing the pink-haired male felt towards the girl. Or was it? Past all the blood-craving voices, his gut whispered prayers of pity.

The voices never liked friends, in fact, the voices only grew when he was around the broken girl. The voices knew who she was. They knew what she could do. She was the enemy. She is the enemy.

Techno couldn't control the voices, in fact, they were screaming at him now.

It took the pig-like male a long second to come up with an answer. He was never good at conversation, (Y/N) knew this.

He stood from his throne, unsheathing his sharpened weapon. This caused the two figures beside her to draw their weapons. (Y/N) signaled them to stand back. She needed to speak with her old 'friend.'

"It's Technoblade to you now, " he said with a devilish tone. Every step the man who now presents himself as Technoblade takes is another step back for (Y/N). "You see, (Y/N), it was my fault for even saving you in the first place. You'd be better off dead and out of my way."

His mind had been corrupted. This was not the calm, peaceful Techno (Y/N) had known for all of those years. This was not Techno at all; this was Technoblade. A man driven off of the deadly sin called greed. His greed for power over the weak and hopeless subjects that rot under his demanding foot. Or was it really him? Deep down, the real Techno was still breathing, but it was like he was on life support. Technoblade is a man driven by psychotic voices that echo through the veins that tangle throughout his body. Why him though? Why was it him that got cursed by the voices that control his mind like a puppet master? All questions take time to solve, though. Whether it can last an eternity or a split second. A question always has an answer.

(Y/N) was the only one to spot a glimpse of red in his eyes. Those ruby eyes were digging deep down in her soul. The eyes were possessed by the voices that were screaming louder than ever.