Philza Minecraft's Music Class for Troubled Foster Children

⚠️ Technoblade ⚠️

CHAPTER 3 Teach Me, and I Will Tell You

⚠️This chapter contains a story of child abuse, and violence. ⚠️

Techno sat infront of the mirror, happiness glazed over his eyes at the new colour of his hair, a smile crossing over his face.

"Thank you, Phil." He hugs the man, who, in shock, hugs him back, pulling him into a warm embrace.

It had been so long since he had a hug, since he felt the warmth of another person, Techno had let his guard fall.

Technoblade sobbed.

Phil, looking even more surprised, fell to his knees with the boy, continuing to embrace him, comforting him as much as he could. Not realizing that was enough for Techno. He had never seen so much emotion displayed in the teenager, not since he saw the video of him.

The anger that he saw him display was a lot more than he could have imagined. He almost saw himself. So when the school was struggling to find a teacher to put the troublesome kid with, Phil stood willingly and said he would teach him. To put him in his class.

In that video, Techno definitely would have faced some felony charges.

And yet, he hadn't noticed him acting strange during the time he had spent in the classroom.

Instead, he found the boy crying in his chest after finishing up with his hair.

Phil had promised Techno to not speak of that moment, but noticed him jolt in the middle of speaking, holding his head and whining.

"Go away. ." "I don't wanna hurt anyone. ." "He's safe?" "He's safe."

Phil took note of what was said, and patiently waited for the now pink haired teen to calm down, afterwards only smiling in reassurance.

He didn't want to push until he was ready to talk about it. He knew Techno trusted him, and he knew he would talk about it sooner or later. Pushing about it would only make things worse.

"What are they saying now?"

"E."

Phil laughed, "They trolling you now, Tech?"

Techno smiled, "I guess so."

When they got back to the class room, Phil noticed Techno going to the back of the bandroom. Before coming back out with his violin.

Techno, taking a breath, "I think I'm ready to learn how to play." He nervously looked up at Phil, who only nodded, going to grab his own violin.

As the classes went on, Techno learned that the violin was a lot more fun than he could have imagined. Scratchy notes were turned into silky tones, and music was made. Phil noted how sad and angry most of Techno's songs sounded.

So, Phil played the songs with him. Trying to understand, trying to see why.

Then, one day, Techno played something fearful.

Phil didn't understand, so he asked.

"Techno, why do you play such sad and angry music?" Phil took notice in the nervousness and anxiety that filled the teen, before he sighed.

"I. . ."

Techno whimpered and choked as his mother broke a vase against the wall beside him, before kicking him again. "You don't ever listen, do you?! You fucking stupid brat! This is why your father left! This is why I don't fucking love you!" She screeched. "How many fucking times did I have to tell you not to cry infront of company! Boys don't show emotions, you little shit."

Techno could only sob as he was beaten by the one that was supposed to love him.

He thought she would.

He thought wrong.

Techno had made a friend, a friend! He couldn't believe it, Dream would be his first friend!

He thought he would have this friend forever.

He thought wrong.

Again.

He stopped trusting, and finally, when he was kicked down again by some stupid friends of Dreams, he snapped. The voices. . . They called for Blood.

One moment, he was staring up at his bullies, and the next thing he knew, he was standing over them, slamming their heads into the wall and kicking them until they coughed up blood.

He was arrested that day. And when no one came to look for him at the police station, a social worker came.

"Hey there, Techno. Would you like to tell me what home is like?"

Techno could only stare at the social worker. No malice. No hatred. No shame, or regret. No sadness, just. . . Nothing.

"They ended up letting me off with a warning as what I did was considered self defense. But the voices. . They called for Blood that day, Phil." Techno looked his teacher in the eye. "I don't have the best past, but I want to have a better future."

Phil could only nod, concern showing in his eyes as he tries to think on how to get his student out of the foster system. "You'll get a better future, mate." And he made that a promise.

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Word count: 816

:O woah! So many words! It'll probably be like this more throughout the book, hopefully! Lol, anyways, have fun and see you later!

--Moldy Crow