Welcome to Godhood || Technoblade + Child!Reader

Chapter 9: Home at last

He opened the door, his only child running into his arms. You winded him, but he was fine with it. Techno was gone far longer than either of you were comfortable with.

"I'm back." He shouted once he had enough air to do so.

Tommy squeezed past the two people, holding the groceries above his head so they wouldn't hit them. "It's my fault," Tommy said. "I got lost and Techno had to look for me."

Philza shook his head, sighing while Wilbur smacked Tommy upside the head. "You sent Y/n into a panic! Apologize!"

"Okay! Okay!" Tommy raised his arms in defense before lowering them. "I'll do that."

Techno picked you up with a little difficulty, propping you on his hip as he closed the door with his foot. You were staring at the gift Techno get you as a surprise, admiring it slowly. He walked into the kitchen, where Tommy was, and put the groceries on the counter.

"Tommy."

The 18-year-old jumped and turned to face the intimating man on the other side of the kitchen. "Yes?" His voice squeaked out.

"What do you think you need to do?"

"Ah, right. Of course, of course." Tommy moved over to you now sitting on the counter with the gift in hand, your eyes watching as he moved closer. You held up your hand, making him stop.

"It's o-okay." You croaked, knowing Tommy wasn't very good with understand what you were saying in sign. "I know yo-you're sorry."

"Oh, well that makes it less awkward."

Wilbur walked into the kitchen, Techno looking up to see who it was, knife in hand. He relaxed when he saw that it was Wilbur, but his face grew stern when he saw the face he wore. "Excuse me." He set down the knife carefully and left the kitchen, following Wilbur and leaving you and Tommy to your own devices.

Tommy's semi-loud voice was heard, telling you the reason behind his dumbass getting lost in the store. A small twist of the real tale, with a lot more humid involved and some more, let's say, drama. You giggled at his storytelling, showing Techno you were fine with him.

Techno entered the next room over, seeing Philza sitting on a chair. He read the room fast, immediately knowing something was wrong.

"What happened while me and that dumbass Tommy were gone." His stern voice made Philza look up. The look on his face and in his eye made Techno worry.

"Wilbur. Would you like to tell? You were there when it happened." Philza said.

"Uh, nah. I'll let you break it to him." The brown and white haired male scratched the back of his neck; a sign showing that he was nervous.

"Cut the crap and tell me already."

"Techno." Philza said. "It seems Y/n has more trauma in their background than we thought."

"..." Techno's face grew dark."What..?"