Technoblade Never Cries

Prologue

"Techno?" The young boy asked, looking up at Tommy. "Why are you crying? Dadza said crying isn't pog." Techno rubbed at his eyes until the only evidence left of his crying was the red puffiness around his eyes and the tear streaks that ran down his cheeks. Tommy was yet to notice the bruises, but he would soon, so Techno had to cover up and quickly. Wilbur might be willing to help, but he was likely dealing with enough by himself. It wouldn't be fair to expect Wilbur to care for him as well.

"Sorry Tommy," Techno sniffled, ruffling his brother's golden hair. "I'll try not to next time." Tommy frowned, tilting his head and waddling up to him. "Will you play ball with me?" Techno nodded, crouching down and smiling.

"Sure Toms, I'll play with you later, okay?" Tommy smiled in triumph.

"I'm going to beat you one day big T! I just know it!" Techno laughed, but it was hollow. Of course Tommy would.

"Keep dreaming little T, keep dreaming." Tommy hugged Techno's waist, grinning impishly.

"Techno." He froze, turning around to see Philza standing in the doorway.

"Dadza!" Tommy squealed, immediately letting go of Techno and racing over to his father; he tripped and ended up faceplanting into Phil's stomach with a small 'Oof'.

"Yes, Phil?" Philza glared over Tommy's shoulder, telling Techno that he should've waited to see if the younger was okay. The gremlin looked up, clearly unfazed.

"Now that you're a bit... Older," Philza began, thinking for a moment about how to phrase it. "I'd like to take you on a little adventure, okay?"

Tommy pouted, jumping up at Philza's legs. "Can I come?" Phil laughed, stroking Tommy's hair affectionately. "Don't touch the hair! I'm a big man! Don't touch the waffle!"

"Sure you are," Phil laughed, picking him up and putting him on the couch. " Do you want to watch TV while we're gone?" Tommy seemed satisfied with this, slamming his hand onto the remote and accidentally switching the channel to a cartoon. "Can you find the red barn?"

"YES I FUCKING CAN DORA!"

Techno desperately wanted to wrap his arms around Tommy and let his worries dissipate as he drifted into a slumber, the TV becoming nothing more than a faint background noise.

He was scared. It was dark outside, and Techno knew what happened when it got dark. The monsters would come. Some were just skeletons, remnants of their past selves, but the ones that really scared him were the piglins. They looked so human, yet at the same time, so far from himself. They would snort and squeal, and attack so viciously, yet again at the same time, looked so, so human.  (A/n: Pretend they're overworld creatures that migrated from the nether)

"You ready to go?" Philza asked once Tommy was settled down.

"I've not eaten yet, can I just grab-"

"We won't be long, you can eat something when we get back," Phil stated, but the promise was nothing but empty words. Techno reached for his coat, but Phil stopped him. "It's not cold where we're going, you won't need a coat." Techno nodded silently, watching as Phil stepped outside. He was about to follow, when Tommy called after them.

"Wait! You'll need music to listen to on the way!" Phil was already outside, waiting. He seemed to be getting impatient when Techno rushed back in, feeling the cold black disk being slipped into his hands. He smiled at his younger brother.

"See you when you get back!" Tommy called from the living room, waving as Techno slammed the door shut. Philza lied. It was cold. Very cold.

"Hurry up!" Phil snapped, glaring at Techno. "We need to get there within the hour."

"Where are we going?" Techno whispered, looking up at his father.

"Your new home."

Techno woke up, the memories still racing through his head. It was the 5th time he'd had that dream this week and it was Friday.

"Please Dad! Please!"

"Stop crying Technoblade, it doesn't change anything. I can give you a reason to cry."

"Technoblade never cries." He didn't realise he'd spoken aloud until a voice yelled from across the hallway.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!". He pulled on his handcuff that trapped him in the room, if it could be considered a room. It was an obsidian cube, with a bed and a book. They'd at least provided him with one source of entertainment, Sun Tzu, art of war. Hidden in the pages was the one gift left from Tommy. And his only reminder that a life existed for him outside of this prison. Or had. It had been so long, he didn't even know. He could only hope Wilbur was not suffering the pain he was.