The Embrace Of Vengeance

🍃Chapter 18🍃

Sorry this is late! I've been really busy lately and haven't been able to upload/write on many of my books in a while lol. I promise I'm back tho! :D enjoy the chapter!!

That Morning. . . 

Technoblade ended up sleeping in Tommy's room that night, the raccoon being too scared to sleep alone after his major panic attack. Technoblade didn't blame the other, instead only smiled as he tucked both himself and Tommy into sleep. It had been a long time since Technoblade needed to sleep in the same room as his little brother, but he knew that Tommy couldn't be left alone, plus the blond wouldn't let him leave anyways.

So, that morning Technoblade forced his way out of the blond's grip, which was very tight even in the blond's sleep, so he could get up and ready for the day. He'd make breakfast as well since it seemed like Ghostbur was still asleep. He wouldn't be waking the twin though, knowing that the newly revived human barely slept as it was. 

As he made his way downstairs he couldn't help but remember what happened that night. He woke up to screaming, but not just anyones,  Tommy's screaming. Usually, he doesn't wake easily, but he awoke very quickly after hearing the raccoons terrified and scared screeching.

First, he had thought it was just another nightmare, since those haven't gone away fully yet. But as he got up he soon realized that those screams were not coming from the bedroom next to him, and got up quickly to find his little brother. 
   
He knew he'd have to tell Philza and Ghostbur about what happened eventually. So, while making coffee, eggs, and cheesy potatoes for breakfast he couldn't help but let his mind wander back to his very revived twin that sat in the basement. He remembered the crazy Wilbur he had found before he died, how broken he seemed. He had thought that this Wilbur was the same, broken insanity that had blown up a nation with no hesitance.

But he had seen how worried he looked, confused even, when Tommy was in the middle of a panic attack. How he thrashed around as if trying to get free to comfort his little brother. He definitely seemed sane, more caring even than before. Back then he didn't care if someone got hurt during his antics, let alone if Tommy got hurt. 

Technoblade even had a theory that the male abused Tommy during his phase as well. Technoblade remembered the times he'd go to bed, leaving his two brothers alone, and wake up to see his little brother with new bruises and even wounds. He always wanted to confront the other about it, but also didn't want to stir up trauma at the same time, so up to this point he had said nothing about it.

Technoblade didn't bother to focus much on the other during Tommy's panic attack, too worried about the raccoon and his well-being. He knew he was going to have to face the other, but he also didn't know how he himself was going to react to the brownette. 

With a sigh, the piglin hybrid started plating the food, two eggs for everyone and a heap of cheese-covered potatoes. He had cups of coffee for everyone, and the cream and sugar was out on the table to be used. Setting it all down on the table he heard Philza come into the house for breakfast.

He'd done this since he moved down into their biome, but now it probably won't be awkward because of the tension between Tommy and Philza, it seemed the two were slowly mending their bond. Something that the piglin hybrid was very grateful and relieved about. "Techno?" The pinkette looked over towards the bird hybrid, his blue eyes holding a worried spark. 

"Yes?" Phil slowly walked towards the other, smiling slightly as he took the spatula out of the piglin hybrid's hands. 

"Go give Wilbur some food and then we'll talk." Philza always knew when something was wrong, it still amazed the son how easy the bird hybrid could read someone. Technoblade nodded, grabbing the plate he had made for his twin and heading towards the basement ladder.