Secret Of The Hybrids (Technoblade)

Chapter Seventeen

There comes a point where it's hard to realise you've woken up. For the past week and a half, ever since the whole 'let's talk about hybrids' incident, Techno had been having vivid dreams (well, more like memories), and every time he woke up, it took him a while to realise that he had actually just been sleeping. He felt a strong sense of disappointment when he finally woke up and would have to lay in bed for a few minutes, just staring at the roof, hoping, no- praying, that these memories would magically come true and it was actually happening. But no. These were things that had happened a long time ago. Years ago. He was foolish to imagine, even for a second, that he'd have those opportunities back.

This morning was no different than the last. He stared up at the grey and shadowed roof, eyes dull and unfocused. Another dream of Phil, of his brothers. He sighed. Another disappointing wake-up.

He lay there for a moment before he decided he'd best get up and ready. He found that he preferred showering in the mornings. Surprisingly, they had very private showers, so it gave him the chance to transform into his natural form for once. Despite the showers being secretive, he still did not want to risk someone actually walking in and seeing him, pig hybrid glory and all, so he decided it was best to get up early.

He heaved himself out of bed, grabbed the towel and uniform that he'd folded the last night that sat on the end of his bed, and made his way out of the room, down the hallway, and into the bathrooms. 

He twisted the handle and hot water started streaming out of the shower top, and he sighed, deeply relaxed as water dripped down his sides, steam starting to fog the room.

He let the familiar feeling of a transformation wave around him, and let out a gentle breath of relief when he felt his ears elongate and his features turn more pig-like. He flicked his ears back happily and started to run his hands through his hair, pushing shampoo through it.

Because of his situation, he didn't have chances very often to transform, which left him, most of the time, with an uncomfortable sensation swirling through his muscles. Maintaining his human form wasn't exactly painful, but it didn't feel good, and the longer he went without transforming, the worse it got. 

Kind of like really really bad pins and needles, all throughout his body, and an aching sort of feeling he never could get rid of. Not until he transformed, at least. A temporary relief.

Because of this, he tried as much as possible to transform, because he couldn't do his job properly if he was in a constant state of 'ouch'.

Techno sighed once more, tongue running along the inside of his tusks for a moment as he rinsed the last of the soap off of his body and hair before he transformed into a 'human' again, and let the bothering feeling of not being right rush over him.

His body tingled in protest- as if the magic inside of him was scolding him for what he was doing, but he had to fight it. This was a sacrifice he had to make- for the good of his people. When this was all over and done with, then he could relax without ever having to transform into a human again. In the meantime, however, he'd just have to suffer in silence.

He ran the towel over his wet pink hair for a bit, drying it enough that it wasn't dripping, but it still curled and flicked up from the water. He wrapped the towel around his waist as he walked towards his uniform, and steadily got dressed.

Once he was ready, he glanced at himself in the mirror above the sink for a moment and sighed (something he was frequently doing these days).

He could recognise himself, sure, but it always just seemed off. Too human. Not right.

He stared at himself for a moment longer, his heart panging as it looked at the 'non-magic version' of himself, before he hung his towel up on the hook that had his name marked above it, scribbled on a piece of tape, and exited the bathroom.