Voices - DSMP

Chynea - Gone? (It isn't Normal)

I was different from the other Voices in Technoblades head. Many of the other Voices yelled and called for blood, vengeance and death. But I called for peace and forgiveness. Naturally, being soft and only one, my voice was never heard - drowned out by the many other louder Voices. Maybe Techno sometimes heard me, but not very often - and even if he did, he rarely listened. I was pretty much used to it by now.

There was another difference with me however. One that even confused me. I wasn't just a lonely voice in the Blades head. I: was a real person. Living and breathing in the real world somewhere. And if that wasn't strange enough, I was only a voice when my body was asleep. Which was most of the time. Sometimes - instead of being crammed in a warrior's head - I would be aware of myself - burning pain, hunger, extreme darkness and the immense relief of water before being back as an insubstantial voice amongst many others. Obviously curious, I had asked the other Voices when Techno was resting. No other voice had a real body. I was the only one.

After several years as a voice in Technoblade's head, I had been able to gather that my body was a prisoner somewhere. My eyes had either been damaged, covered, or the cell was just that dark. I was fed some sort of liquid that kept me mostly alive as well as asleep. So, maybe an important prisoner? But then again, probably not. I didn't think I would ever find out. Between being in a cell only woken up to be fed enough to get back to sleep and a voice drowned out by hundreds of others, the chances to find information were slim to nonexistent. I tried to stay positive however because I was the only voice in Techno's head that could be considered calm - even if I was never noticed. Also, it felt rather draining to choose violence over peace all the time. One day however, it was different.

Technoblade - with the assistance of Philza and Nikki for distraction - had broken Dream, Ranboo and Connor for some reason - out of prison. This had put me in a bit of a more sombre mood than normal because: prison. And it didn't help that Techno had been locked in said prison for three months before Phil got him out. (Thanks Phil). So, not a great start to the day. They had all made it out of the prison compound safely, but then it started getting ugly - most of the server was there trying to stop Dream escaping. It was tense. Amongst all of the ensuing fighting, I am brought to awareness in my own little cell and given the daily routine. So, I probably wasn't kept in that prison at least. ... I'm not quite sure how to feel about that. When I next slip back as a voice, there is mayhem. All of the other Voices were screaming for blood, vengeance and murder and it didn't take me long to realise why.

While I had been in the physical realm, Ranboo had been murdered by Sam. Realising what had happened, I began to wail as Ranboo had been a good friend to Techno - and so to me alongside all the other Voices. As Techno made his escape, I spaced out for a while in shock, trying to process everything. Judging from what the other Voices were saying, Sam had thought that he could persuade Dream back into the prison by holding Ranboo hostage. Which obviously hadn't worked. The second issue was that Ranboo had a son named Michael. And was married to Tubbo. Which was an issue in and of itself but the worst part was that Sam had kidnapped the said child. He had used Michael - who is a CHILD - against Ranboo, in his attempt to use Ranboo against Dream.

I was normally forgiving, a peace before war type of person, but Sam was stacking cards against himself. Amongst other things, he had let Dream be tortured by Quackity - when no weapons were supposed to be brought into the prison, he lied to and trapped Techno in the prison and would have left him to die (by Quackity again), killed Ranboo trying to leverage Dream and kidnapped a child under the guise of 'protection' to use against Ranboo. He didn't deserve forgiveness and so, when Techno, Tubbo and Eret finally cornered Sam at his island, trying to figure out what to do, I - for once alongside the other Voices - called for blood. I was almost disappointed when the group instead decided to trap Sam in his own prison. I could see the poetic justice though and so calmed down a little bit faster. I still hoped Techno would beat Sam though so when the other Voices called for blood, I didn't oppose them. He didn't in the end but it was justifiable - Michael still needed to be safely transported from Sam's home - which had kinda been the whole purpose of the mission. Well, that and revenge. No one hurts a friend of Technoblade and gets away with it. With Michael safe at Ranboo's ... ghost's place? Things were starting to calm down.

Until.

They weren't.

Normally, I was naturally woken up when the sleeping drug had worn off and it was time for the new batch. There wasn't normally any pain in the process - mostly just in the actual awareness as a body caused by malnutrition. Normally. This wasn't normal. Normally, no other Voice was able to tell when I left. Technoblade certainly didn't amongst the noise of the other Voices. So waking up to the real world this time was very different. For starters, there was pain. It was as if I was being forcefully removed from Techno's consciousness with spiked chains and burning hooks. Secondly, the other Voices noticed that I was being removed and so naturally, began making a racket because something was invading their space and taking something from it. And perhaps most surprising, Technoblade himself noticed that something was up. Before he could fully grasp what was happening though, I was gone, and the Voices were mad.

Welp, there is the first chapter of Voices, I hope you enjoyed it. I will work on editing the next chapter as soon as possible ^^

Till next time, stay happy and safe,

Melza

(Also, check out My Short Stories for some concept art for this story)