Your Dsmp Limbo (A Dsmp Story)

Chapter 32: Memories Of an Injury

(WARNING: THIS CHAPTER MIGHT CONTAIN THINGS THAT TRIGGER PEOPLE'S PTSD)
Y/N's POV:

I feel my back slam up against the cold floor. The wind gets knocked out of me once again. Techno stands above me, towering over. I groan and roll over onto my side. Paddles comes over to my side and licks my face.

"Try to keep your feet steady." Technoblade says.

"You can do it, Y/N!" Ghostbur shouts.

Ghostbur showed up a 2 days ago, just came for a visit. It's the 4th day we have been training for my self defense; I hate every part of it. We can go 30 seconds into a match of me trying to escape Techno, and I still end up on the ground. I haven't even improved.

Get up... Come on... PUSH YOURSELF... Punch him in the gut...

Please just, stop talking.

Nah... We are gonna talk if we want to... You can't stop us...

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Phil asks.

He and Ghostbur are sitting in the sitting area of the training arena. They watch as Techno beats me in every round. I think this is round 200 something by this time now.

"No." I mumble. I push myself up off the ground and sit up. I brush the dirt off my wings and clothes. "I'm not okay."

"I know this is tricky, but you'll learn it eventually." Techno says.

"Can I atleast have a different opponent?" I ask. "I've only been sparring with you. What about Phil?"

"That could work." Techno says. "You up for it, Phil?"

"Sure, why not." Phil says.

He stands up and comes over to us. I stand back up and go over to my starting point. Techno takes Phil's spot as Ghostbur holds Paddles.

"Ready?" Techno yells. We nod. "Begin!"

I watch as Phil runs towards me. I'm able to dodge him grabbing my arm by ducking to the side. The main goal of this is to avoid letting the person touch you. And if they do, get out of their grasp. I start running away from Phil the moment I get a chance. Phil isn't as fast as Techno, but he does have wings. Phil grabs my wrist and holds me from running any more.

"Now get out of it!" Techno yells to me.

"You got this Y/N!" Ghostbur cheers.

I struggle to get out of Phil's grasp. Memories of my needle incident run through my head. Everyone having to hold me down; the pain of the needle going through my skin. I move around more as Phil tightens his grip. Tears run down my face. Techno would usually just push me to the ground, so I wasn't used to this.

Come on... You're so bad... Try harder... You baby...

"Let go!" I yell.

I get my leg high enough and kick Phil's side. He let's go of me and dubbles over in pain. I fall to the ground.

Great job!... Nice going... Y/N... You hurt him...