Transnoblade- •Sbi• (On Ao3 As Well)

Chapter 3

|Technoblade POV|

I sat down on my bed in my room. Well the room I was using. Me and Wilbur had set fire to that stupid dress then went down for dinner. I hadn't eaten much though. It was just a random soup that Phil made.

Phil allowed me to pick a room. Yes, that's how many rooms there were. I picked a small one that had a bathroom connected to it. By small I mean there was a king sized bed (all the other rooms had queen sized) and a closet, dresser, a large flat screen tv, and a desk.

I stood up and walked to the dresser that had the TVs remote on it. I turned the TV and started clicking through channels to watch. One I had settled on one I put the remote down and went back to my bed. I pulled the blanket up to my chin and stared at the TV.

Soon I started getting tired, and I drifted of to sleep.
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I woke up shaking and with tears rushing down my face. My breath was quick and panicked. I looked around nervously. 'BLOOD' 'Why voices! Why! I just woke up from what seems to be a nightmare! Why do I have these stupid voices?!' I wiped tears from my face and brought my knees to my chest.

I cried for a bit until a quiet sob escaped my mouth. 'Those stupid foster homes' I thought while trying to stop crying. Then I heard a soft knock at the door. I flinched at the sudden sound. "C-come in." I mumbled, my voice shaky from crying

Phil opened the door and looked at me. "Are you ok?" He asked closing the door behind him as he walked towards me. I nodded and sniffed a but. He sat on the bed next to me. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into a side hug. I rested my head on his shoulder.

"What happened?" He asked rocking side to side slightly.

"I-i woke up f-from a nightmare." I mumbled burying my face into his shirt. We sat in silence for a bit before I pulled away from the hug. I hiccupped and Phil chuckled.

"P-phil?" I asked quietly.

"Yah?"

I thought for a moment. 'Should I tell him about the voices? He's the first person to try and comfort me when I cry. Maybe I can trust him?' I sighed and decided I could deal with him yelling at me and hurting me.

"I-ive been hearing," I stopped and started crying again. 'why is it so hard to tell him?!' Phil put his arm back around me.

"It's ok." He whispered calmingly.

"I've been hearing these voices." I mumbled. I looked up at his face. Even in the dark I could see his surprise.

"What are they saying?" He asked he stood up and looked really concerned.

"They say different things but they scare me, they say 'Blood for the blood god' and 'kill' and when me and Wilbur were burning the dress they said 'fire' and 'set something on fire'." I said. Phil's face said it all. He actually wanted to help me.

"How long has this been going on?"

"Since I was around 8"

"Have you ever told anyone?" He sat back down. I shook my head. Phil put his head in his hands.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled. He looked up with a mixture of confusion and something among the lines of 'scared for me' and 'upset' or even straight up pity.

"Rose. It's not your fault hunny, and if anyone tells you it is their wrong." He sighed. "Why don't you get some sleep and we'll go see a doctor to see where these voices are from?"

I sighed and nodded. I did not want to go to a doctor's office. 'what if they've never heard of it before and do some weird tests on me?!?!' I thought anxiously while Phil walked out of the room. I shook of the thought and tried to go back to sleep
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