Manipulated, Bloodthirsty, Dead, Insane

Chapter I

Hey! This is Pit here and I hope you enjoy this book! I'm gonna keep this short, but this book will contain cussing, death, manipulation, insanity and angst. Lots of angst. This'll be fun! Anyway, I hope this chapters good, and make sure to grab a glass of water and stay hydrated!

The Minecraft family weren't necessarily normal, but they were happy. Philza was the perfect father, and despite the constant war on the server known as Dream SMP, they stayed mostly safe from battle. They were a perfectly happy family. Maybe even normal, from the outside.

That was until the day Tommy, Techno and Wilbur became orphans.

Philza had left to visit the main SMP, trusting that the twins could look after Tommy. They were 17 after all, being 8 years older than the little shit he called Tommy. He'd been visiting Manburg, the country owned by Schlatt for a festival. The children were invited, but Phil wasn't going to let Techno or Wilbur near the alcoholic.

The siblings weren't going to listen. About 5 minutes after Dadza left, Wilbur with Tommy on his shoulders and Techno began the long track from their snow side cabin to Manburg. After about an hour, the obsidian walls surrounding the country came into view. Wilbur lifted Tommy down; Techno was already beginning to scale the wall, but Wilbur simply broke a hole into it that he pulled Tommy through.

The festival wasn't hard to find - there were bright lights everywhere, loud sounds, all quite strange and extravagant to the young boys. They'd spent their lives in a humble cottage, and while they had visited the main SMP before, Tommy was just a toddler and the twins were just 10.

They blended in fairly well with the crowd, but despite this, they were eager to avoid attention. Therefore climbing on top of a building would be the best solution. Only a few minutes later, a ram-hybrid and a man wearing a smiley mask climbed up onto stage; they were standing either side of a cloth-covered object.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to the festival of Manburg!" Techno scanned the crowd for their dad, but couldn't find him there. Or anywhere. He didn't point that out to Tommy, but he whispered his observation to Wilbur.

Before he could reply, the ram hybrid Techno assumed was Schlatt, began to speak again. "Now there has been a resistance brewing, 'Pogtopia' as they call themselves. Now I have a message for the resistance. This here is a sympathiser of the resistance, and I want to show you all what happens."

Smiling, Schlatt pulled back the cover hiding whatever device they were planning on displaying. Confusion stretched across Tommy's face.

"Is that Dadza?" Tommy whispered to Techno. "Why's he in there?"

"I don't know," Techno lied, glancing at Wilbur. His hand hovered near the pocket he was keeping his weapons in. He was scared, but he'd never admit that, especially to Tommy.

"Quackity, pull the lever when you're ready."

Techno stood bolt upright, grabbing his bow and pulling it back, ready to fire. There was no hesitation in his posture, nothing but desperation in his gaze. Wilbur pulled Tommy back from the edge, gripping him tightly.

Phil was looking directly at Techno. He gave him a small head shake, making him hesitate, just slightly. Barely a second later, Quackity pulled the lever and Techno let the arrow go. It hit his leg, however would've been a direct kill if he'd fired a moment earlier. Besides, it was too late.

Wilbur covered Tommy's eyes best he could and looked away himself, but Techno could only watch in horror as the anvil plummeted faster and faster, hurtling down to a clearly frightened Phil. He was trying to stay strong, knowing his 3 children were watching, but Techno could see the terror in his eyes. He knew he was going to die.

When the screaming started, all hell broke loose. It was a loud, emotional, heartbreaking scream. The 9 year old responsible was thrashing relentlessly against his brother's grip, tears coating his face. Wilbur was shaking with shock, but Techno was ready to fight.

He threw an ender pearl onto the stage, trying to hide his hands shaking as he shot another arrow towards the figure Schlatt had called Quackity. This time it hit directly in the centre of his body, sending him flying backwards. The smiley figure hadn't reacted, watching the emerging chaos calmly. Techno's mind was racing, combat instincts easily telling him what to do at a million miles an hour, despite very little happening at that moment. The screaming had stopped by that point, but Tommy was paralysed in shock, only reacting when Wilbur tried to pull him away to safety. He thrashed and writhed, crying the entire time, but he wasn't stronger than Wilbur.

"Get Tommy out of here!" Techno shouted, his voice cracking against his will as he glanced at Phil's motionless body. "He'll get killed out here!"

Wilbur gave him a shaky nod, clutching Tommy's hand and pulling him with him. They began running, soon out of Techno's sight, and hopefully safe. He didn't have time to make sure they were safe, as he immediately returned to the fighting. It wasn't much of a fight, more angry stabs and aggressive fighting. Normally Techno was much more effective, but now he was running on emotion insteading of bloodlust and precision. It made his fighting reckless. But at that point, he couldn't ignore the debilitating grief, and while it hadn't properly hit him yet, it would.

And when it did, is when their once happy family started to break.

But at that moment, Techno just needed to run. He could beat Schlatt, he knew that, but he needed to find his brothers, before they got hurt more than they already had. He dodged the following hit, but he couldn't get out of the way fast enough. A small cry of pain slipped out, half of his vision blurring before completely disappearing. He pulled back his trident, being propelled into the air just before the walls. He quickly mined up a couple of blocks of obsidian, clambering out and instantly scanning for his brothers.

He just wanted to go home. Pretend none of this had happened, that he was just delusional. Anything was better than the reality. Why had he even gone to the festival? Could they not have listened to Phil for once?

No. Of course they couldn't. They hadn't even gotten anything out of it.

You should of killed them

He shook his head, hoping to clear the voice for a bit. He listened to see if he could hear flowing water, making his way towards a lake to clean up a bit. He hoped he would be able to save his vision, but he was never as good at healing as-

The man you could've saved?

"SHUT UP!" he hissed into seemingly nothingness. The voice disappeared, but Techno knew it was just dormant. He splashed some water onto his eye, wincing in pain as it seeped into the wound.

Be grateful you still have one eye

This time, Techno just tried ignoring it, cleaning the wound as best as he could. It was painful, and he still couldn't open his eye. He'd be able to properly dress his and his brothers wounds when they got home. Physical wounds were so easy to heal, given the proper training.

Emotional wounds, not so much.

Finally giving up, he began to search for a cave, deciding he was going to take refuge there for the night. Freezing to death wasn't on his bucket list, and with it getting dark so early in winter, he was at risk of being bombarded by mobs. Hopefully Wilbur had gotten him and Tommy some shelter of some form. If they were killed... He thought he'd go insane.

After about five minutes of scanning, he found a small hollow in the ground. Blocking up the entrance and striking a torch, he placed it on the floor and curled up next to it, treasuring the little warmth it provided.

It wasn't long until his mind began to drift, his breathing setting into a somewhat steady rhythm, as he fell into a restless sleep, bringing finally to an end, the day from which everything began to spiral downward.

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