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Technoblade yawned as he rode his steed, Carl the horse, back to his winter abode. Ah yes. His winter home. The one he and his father had built together. 

They wanted to stay connected. Years it felt like since he's been home but in reality it had only been a few days. Long tedious gory days. However now he could rest easy. Well maybe after a shower as blood dripped down from his skull mask, pale skin, and white dress shirt. The demi god's thick ruby cape matched the color of the blood and his attire.
It was definitely one of a murderous being.

Carl whined signaling their arrival. Technoblade hopped off his horse, his black boots slightly sinking into the snow. That's when he saw a boy with dirty blonde hair with a green cloak hiding his summer time clothes enter his house through the side entrance.

"What the hell?" 

Technoblade mumbled angrily yet quite puzzled. He quickly tied Carl in the stable and quietly entered the house. The cobblestone room had no intruder in it. Only chests and a ladder leading upstairs and a ladder that lead down. He pulled out his netherite sword before deciding to go up. The first floor or ground level was quite simple. It was a living room connected to a kitchen, bathroom and bedroom. His father's bedroom. It was locked so he knew no intruder was in there. He scooped the area. It would be easy to see some dirty blonde trespasser so Technoblade continued to the higher floor.

It lead to his bedroom. There was a large bed, dresser, desk, closet. Very dull but then again Technoblade didn't care. People feared the blood god for his abilities and status. Not his design choices. Though he was a demi god, people were terrified of him more than an average god, giving him the title blood god.

A muffled clanking could be heard from the lower level. Technoblade's boar ear's poked up in anger. He slid down the ladder all the way to the basement level, where he entered through. He walked over to the next ladder that brought him to a concert basement. Only the ugly yellow piss colored blocks ruined the look. Someone was here and placed the blocks there. The boar snorted.

He scanned the area violently for the dirty blonde before hearing more sounds from....beneath? Technoblade put his sword away and got a picaxe, digging his way down. With disbelief he watched as more ugly yellow blocks littered a room came into view. There was a red bed, a chest and, facing the other way, dirty blonde trespasser. 

"Fucking great. The shit ass picaxe broke." The trespasser snapped holding his broken picaxe.

Technoblade scowled re drawing his sword preparing to murder the trespasser with no hesitation like he's done countless others. He raised his sword high then-

hesitated.

As the trespasser stiffened and turned to meet his fate a purple hue was displayed from his body.

And the boy's baby blue met his ruby ones.

They reminded him of.....no. He died. They both did.

Still he was caught in a moment of weakness, one hand holding an sword raised in the air, a conflicted face and body stuck in a trace.

The light was so bright.

The boy sucked in a breath and stopped his glowing.

Technoblade could move again.

He didn't have time to question the boy.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house." The pink haired male spoke sternly. The dirty blonde's face leaked nervousness, the fear mostly disappeared.

"Blood god!  H-How are you! You sure gave me a fright at first but um welcome back to our humble abode!" The dirty blonde smiled forcefully. Technoblade was dumb founded. Who the hell is this boy?

"Look kid. Get off my property while I'm giving you a chance too." Technoblade sighed clenching his fist in irritation.

"Huh? My friend! My love! Me a-me-go! Please! This is not behavior I want in my room! Sooooo I'll politely ask you to leave dickhead." 

Technoblade wanted to slice off his head right ten and there but voices filled his head in protest. They told him to let the boy stay. To let him live. They...wanted him?

It grabbed at Technoblade's interest because never had they want to spare someone. Especially not in unison.

Tommy saw the loophole of the man's confusion and took advantage. He rambled nonsense as he pushed Technoblade up the ladder to his room and put him to bed.

"Rest your head It's nearly sky fall!" Tommy confidently said tucking the boy in before returning down the ladder.

"Goodnight!" Tommy chirped.

Technoblade lied there utterly baffled about the events that unfolded. A trespasser is now knowingly living in HIS house.

The voices had no problem with this kid being here.

They wanted him here.

Did they think he was.....him?

Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.

Technoblade had gotten over what happened to his family. It was tragic but sadly he had to move on or it would have consumed his nights and days. THAT would be a true nightmare. Besides to this day the boar still looked for his brothers.

No matter if they were dead or not he needed an answer. A story as too why the dead bodies of his brothers wasn't in the ashes of the explosion. It was a mystery he'd never give up. It caused him to spiral into a killing spree of hunters and any he deemed spiteful.

It was his way of coping.

But that was besides the point. There was a trespasser in his house! And he was lying in bed while the boy was sleeping about three levels under him.

The boy really just made home in his house and just tucked him in bed after declaring that his house was not his own. And Technoblade has yet to kill him. He didn't march down the ladder in shire anger and hate.

The glow.

Technoblade couldn't have imagine the glow in his head. That was real. This boy was not human. Technoblade had no idea what he was. So many questions filled his head.

But then he imagined the boy's ocean eyes that seemed changed. Those ocean eyes he had somewhat missed. The eyes he felt attached too. As if they held him close. Welcoming him with open arms.