(Chapter warnings: violence, injury, panic attacks)
Whenever Tubbo couldn't sleep he would watch the stars.
He always thought the stars looked so peaceful, they never had to worry about safety or where their next meal was coming from.
So when Tubbo couldn't sleep one night he lay and watched the stars. The fading light of the fire Phil had lit for the group flickering next to him. They had traveled all day so Tubbo knew he should've been exhausted but he wasn't even tired.
———
It was dark and well past midnight so Tubbo assumed he was the only one awake until he heard a gasp and somebody breathing rapidly.
In the small amount of light Tubbo could see Techno sitting with his hands over his ears.
Tubbo watched as Technoblade's eyes darted frantically around in their sockets, something was wrong.
Techno never acted like this, his eyes were never this haunted either.
———
Something in the pit of his stomach told Tubbo he needed to stay extremely quiet.
Tubbo listened.
Technoblade jerked to a stand and grabbed his sword.
His eyes glinted manically in the fire light.
Something repossessed Techno as he dropped the sword with a small clang which awoke Phil.
With one look at Technoblade he grabbed Techno's sword and shoved it into his hands.
"Go, don't try to fight them Techno. Just run, find us again when they calm down." Phil whispered urgently.
And so, Tubbo watched frightened as Technoblade sprinted off into the night.
- Technoblade -
Blood for the blood God.
Blood.
Run Technoblade, Run. Don't look back now.
Run little Blood God. You friends can't save you now.
The voices mocked him, they yelled until Technoblade's head felt as if it would explode. They pushed him forwards, away from his friends and through the forest seeking blood.
———
The sword in Technoblade's calloused hands sliced through flesh and bone; it felt as if something otherworldly was controlling him, forcing him forwards against his will.
The voices forced him to forget everything until he was just a shell of a being; no memories, no friends, just a lonely God with blood on his hands.
Blood for the blood God.
———
One by one the voices quieted, they faded until they were nothing but background noise, finally Technoblade could think.
What have I done?
Slowly memories began to filter in like thick treacle through the haze in Techno's mind, the voices quietly whispered around the corners of his mind until they receded to mere white noise once more.
Except for one.
Give up Blood God, you'll never win. You'll never be like them, you'll never escape us.
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Ancient Histories
FanfictionTwo gods, two orphans, a musician and an enderian with memory issues. What could go wrong? (This story is also posted on ao3 under the user name D1zzy_1zzy if you would prefer to read it on there (: )
