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!!warning for denial of regression, like one cuss word and some dehumanization :(!!
Setting: DreamSMP
Summary: After the first destruction of L'Manburg, Techno has relocated to Snowchester. Even still, Tommy's words follow him wherever he goes.
ha techno angst go brrr
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"People are above the government!"
Tommy's words repeated like an echo, small whispers added every time it did.
He thinks you're below the government.
You're just a weapon, just the Blade.
They don't think you're a person.
Not a real human.
Just a warrior, just a weapon.
Techno gripped his hair, a low, warm buzz threatening to peak through the screaming in his mind. The voices quickly latched onto it.
You don't deserve it.
Weapons can't be weak.
You gonna cry?
Crybaby gonna cry?
Then cry, weak little bitch.
"Stwop, stwop, stwop," Techno begged, tears leaking down his cheeks and chin. He desperately scrubbed at them, but new ones always took their place; all he accomplished was irritating his skin and making it burn on contact.
He was so lost in his desperation to just stay big, not give into his weak pathetic desires - even though he knew it'd make him feel better - that he didn't even notice that a very real voice was calling his name. Two hands, rough and large and warm, touched his shoulders, scaring Techno out of pity party.
"Tech? Can you hear me, darling?" Phil called, smiling gently when Techno looked up at him. "Hey there, Techie. Wanna tell Daddy what's wrong?"
"Stowp talkin' wike dat," the piglin grumbled, although it had no venom behind it. "'M not wittle."
"I thought you loved being little, Tech," Phil said sadly, tilting his head slightly. Techno turned and stared at the wall blankly for a few seconds.
"...don' deserve it," he mumbled, just fiddling with his fingers when Phil asked him to repeat himself. "'M jus' a weapon, don' get ta be wittle..."
"Oh, honey," the avian cooed, rubbing tears from Techno's face gently. "You're not just a weapon, and you do deserve to be little. You're my son, Techno, and I love you, big or small."
"W-Weally?" The little sniffled, small whimpers spilling out when Phil nodded and took him into his arms softly.
"I'm right here, darling, and I always will be."
Always.
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dadza pog!
short, i know, i'm sorry loves :[
but it was a happy ending to a long project that i really enjoyed doing for all of you
see you next time <3
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