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Proofread while suffering in my bed. <3

"Morning Tech," Quackity says looking like shit. They all do. Techno had a pounding headache but was used to it at this point. All he needed was strong painkillers. The only thing he could remember was Schlatt's touch; the kiss on his forehead, him running his fingers through his hair, his fingers gliding across his skin.

Schlatt did remember, but he acted as if nothing happened and they were just normal friends.

"Techno can you clean this all up, please?" Schlatt says placing a hand on his shoulder. Techno craved his touch so much.
"No problem." He wasn't a bad kid, the drugs, and alcohol. That wasn't him, it was Schlatt, but he needed Schlatt's forehead kisses and shoulder touches, he needed his hands all over him. (this sounds so fucking sexual im so sorry that you have to witness this.)

When he finishes cleaning, a black car pulls up outside the house and a small child comes out; with dirty blonde hair, a black and white hoodie, and black trousers. 

He runs to the front door and knocks an even amount of times. he jogs to the door and opens it, hiding behind the door because he is almost 99% sure the person in the car was Tubbo because he's seen that car when he comes over to their house. He had to be careful because he was meant to be at Quackity's, and Tubbo is sort of a snitch. It was a school day, but they just decided to skip because who would know?! He'll just run to the bus stop at the end of the day at 2:30, wait for the bus which normally comes at 2:45 then return home, all they have to do is send Ranboo out on his way to school which his school bus comes at 7:20 and it's 7:08. Schlatt and Ranboo are meant to walk together which is why Tubbo dropped him off instead of dropping him off at his school he also had to get ready.

"Ranboo, you have to walk alone today." Ranboo doesn't bother protesting against his brother, he was more scared of his brother than what could happen to him if he walked alone as a 13-year-old. He nods and waits for his bus at the end of his driveway at 7:18. 

At this time Techno didn't know about Tommy getting suspended, so he didn't even have to worry about Tommy snitching, but only if he knew the man he was sitting next to had burned his little brother's flesh and raped him twice.

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He just lays there in his bed. He had put a cold towel on his burns after the other cold towel warmed up against his skin. Tell Phil what Schlatt did to you on the bus. His heart says. His heart couldn't take anymore, it couldn't do this all by itself. I can't do this by myself anymore, neither can you. It continues. 'Oh I can't though, I can't' he thinks to himself. You can. You have to. It wasn't bullying at this point; it was torture. Schlatt was threatening him and burning his skin along with rape. Just tell him, it's not that hard. But it wasn't that easy, his head was protesting, and the thoughts were saying 'Bad idea.' 

Phil was still very disappointed in him and Tommy still had those thoughts that Phil still may hit him. Of course, he tells himself that that wouldn't happen because he's been living with the Watsons for a little over 2 years and he's never witnessed for himself Phil hitting any of the 3 kids -including himself-. 

He wasn't complaining about getting suspended though Schlatt helped him out in a way. Now he doesn't have to worry and plan out his whole day for 2 weeks. Except Tubbo can't come over for 2 weeks now and Tommy couldn't go to Tubbo's or Ranboo's. Phil took away all of Tommy's electronics, his phone his pc, he even wasn't allowed on the tv for a long time. Phil basically took away all his distractions, but of course, he couldn't tell him that. He couldn't listen to the comforting music anymore, or the relatable tiktoks, he was just left with the comfort of himself and his scarred body. He thinks back far enough to his little loud self, running around the park. Except those memories made him sad. They made him wonder how he ended up like this.

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