Dear DSMP

Dear Technoblade

Dear Technoblade,

Blood for the blood goddess.

Blood for the blood goddess.

Rip their heart out.

Stab. Burn. Kill.

They chant inconsistently inside my head. Everything I near, 'Rip to shreds.' I can't control them; I don't know how to. I blame you for them. I blame you because it is your voice I hear repeating on and on in my mind. They say you hear the voice of the person who has ruined your life the most. In my case, that's you.

From the very moment you left my life a living hell, these voices have beckoned me to injure every soul I come across. Even those of whom I love. If you hadn't come back home none of this would have happened. Mom and Dad would still be alive. I would still be happy. I wouldn't be running around with my hands pounding at my head trying to get the voices to stop while looking like a mad-man, and you would have a sister who still believes that you are a good person. That you only ruin the lives of those who deserve it.

I did nothing to you, Techno. Absolutely nothing. I loved you for Satan's sake, along with Mom and Dad. Why could that not have been enough for you. To have a loving family who forgave you for all your wrong doings.

That's right, we know what you do. Mom knew you were a killer, so did Dad, but they never let that effect their unconditional love for their first-born son, so I decided to love you too, even through everything you did to me.

What is it that you want, Techno? A medal? Well, here you go, here's a medal, a medal for ruining my whole life. I am barely seventeen and have had to live in a freakin' cave for four months. Do you know what that does to a person? Do you? It makes them go crazier than they already are.

I haven't killed anyone yet, although I have come extremely close to. When I do, finally let myself go and end someone's life, that life will be yours. I am unsure of your location, brother, but when I find you, you are dead meat. You think that you are some powerful blood God, well you're not. You are just a sick little shit that will crumble under my newly gained power. Your blood will be mine. After all I do need blood for the blood Goddess, right?

Toodles,

Velda.