Dream smp Oneshots

a sharp tool

A/N: IM BACK BABYYY- for now anyways have this!
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Not rly edited im sorry for spelling mistakes-

Angst to fluff

Tw: selfharm
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"enough.."

I slid down on the door holding my hair pulling at it. It hurt but who cares anyways.

The voices don't.

All they want is me to suffer.

Suffer.

Yeah thats the word isnt it?

The got theyre fun what about me? I dont. They piss me of. So so so much. I let out a dry laugh. Hah.

Stop complaining! Literaly the reason noone likes you.
"Im sorry." I dont even understand why im even saying sorry anymore. Or to who in Pretucual.
U should be sorry. Just listen to me. Or it will get worse.
I slam my hand against the wall. I dont care if it hurts.
You arent alowed to be upset. "your right- wait..no" no you have no rights.
"I HAVE ALL THE RIGHTS TO BE UPSET SHUT UP!!" Tz someone will hear you being stupid. You know im right. "Yes" i grip at my arms scracing them. I dont know when i picked up on this happid. I do it adomaticly.
Its calming in a way.

The burning feeling on my skin.

The blood.

Im always right i start to cry. Its so frustrating. I dont want to do this anymore. I dont wanna be like this. If someone saw me they would think im crazy.
Am i crazy?..
yes you are. How patetic. Hahaha i sob. The pain on my arms kicking in. I want this to end. Please just make it stop. Weak "i know" nothing new anyways.
Your a burden to everyone
Annoying
Just stop talking
Even better stop existing
"I would love to..."  i turn to my side. Then do it. Do it right now. "you are so weird."  I let out another dry laugh. "Your diffrent from the other voices.
You stick out. You like to torture me istead of others."
I stand up with woobly feet.
"There is just one thing you have in comon.." i look at myself in the mirrow.

"You both demend blood."

I hold my bloody arms under the flowing water of the sink as i wince to the pain that was hitting me like a train. "Tho so so diffrently.." i close the water and look up, continuing to stare at my disgusting scarred up reflection.
"they demand blood of others. While you demand my own." I open the cupboard and pull out bandages to hide those filty scars.

You should do everyone a favour and die.

"You know for a voice in my head your really annoying. I would love to just die as you would say it but do you remember who i am?." I start bandaging my arms. Patatic. A monster. Just a weapon to its user. I sign. "I may be all those things. Im the blade a living weapon to most that know me. A sharp tool." Oh what a fool. "You could say so. But there is still someone who cares after all." He will leave you. "He won't" you dont know that. You thought the same about that gremlin child. I hit the wall with my fist to calm my nervs. "We dont talk about that."
He will leave
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I hear a knock.
I turn around quickly.
"Hey mate i made us some tea, you coming?"
I snort. " but you hate tea."
I hear a laugh.
"But you love tea"
The voice falls quit as the others apear once more.
DADZA
PROTECC
DADZA
CROWFATHER
POGGG
DADZA
DADZA
I open the door.
"Why didnt you make yourself something else then?"
He shrugs. "Eh i guess i'll give it a shot. Now move befor i go crafting the belt.
He grins.
"Sure" i follow him to the living room.

I dont know how he does it honestly. But the voices like him. I feel save like a child to his loving father. I may will never say it out loud. He probaly knows already. He always knows i dont have to open my mouth for him to know what i feel.

The Blood god well known  for many or The Blade.
but here? ...

Here he is himself.
Hes technoblade not a weapon to be used. Not a war he has to be attend.
He is at peace.

For you the world Phil.