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Sleepy Bois - Coming of Age

AN: ever write over 300 words but then decide you want it to be in a different person's pov, and even thought it could be a lot shorter, so you have to restart? I have. It's 6:30 am. Sleep? Never heard of her.

Technoblade POV

The voices.

They were so loud.

I clutched my head tight and started screaming, I couldn't stop.

What was happening to me?

What was wrong with me?

There are so many of them.

The voices.

I heard a noise, not the voices, the door.

My room door was opening.

"Techno? Are you ok?"

The soft voice of my younger brother quieted the sounds inside my head, I turned my head towards him, and they all came back.

They all called for one thing in sync.

Blood

No.

This was my younger brother, he was just a kid! I had to stop this, but I didn't know how.

"Will" I managed to push out with my teeth clenched. "Get Phil, stay in your room with Tom."

I heard the faint sounds of his footsteps as he ran down the hall.

Then the voices got louder, angrier, they didn't want me to let him go.

I dont know what's happening to me, but I do know I have to do my best to take care of my brothers.

Beyond the voices I hear the sound of footsteps and then my door being closed.

"Techno?"

It was my dad.

"Phil, help, please-" I was cut of by my own screams.

"Techno just breath, and close your eyes."

I did as he asked and felt his hands on my temples.

I don't know what he did but the voices stopped, or I guess they just quieted down a lot, they were still there in the back of my mind.

"Phil, what's happening to me?"

"Techno, I'm so sorry. This is all my and your mother's fault."

"Mom? I never met her, how can this be her fault?"

"Techno, there is something about your mother that I maybe should have shared earlier, and it may sound a bit crazy. You mother is... The goddess of death."

"What?"

"Surprise?"

"So... You pulled the goddess of death?"

"I suppose so, yes."

"That's hilarious."

"Anyways, this means that at around 23, all three of you will go through something like this. For you, I guess it is the voices?"

"... they're so loud, Phil, will they ever go away?"

"I don't know. But I know that with time you can learn to control them, at least to a degree. But until then-"

"I need to leave. They wanted me to hurt Will, I can't do that, Phil. I'm supposed to protect him."

"Ok. If that's how you think we should work with it, that's what we will do."