The Grim Reaper || Technoblade (Old)

34: Panic

He didn't mean it. They had to know he didn't mean it right? He saw the lava and it brought him back to those times with Dream and the explosions and all of that shit.

And he had said those words, 'I'm your friend.'

Where did he get those words from? Did he know? Did he know that entire time the events that he was put through?

It was a reflex, he did it without thinking, he'd understand right? He'd go back home and see Thanatos sitting there petting Carl or strumming that guitar he got.

Unless it was his final one.

Unless he wasn't coming back.

Tommy hadn't laid his eyes on Thanatos's hearts.

There was screaming, muted screaming as he sunk into the lava.

And he was frozen, he couldn't do anything, he didn't grab the outstretched hand, it was consumed in the flames.

He couldn't see if the body stayed or left, it was buried, he couldn't do anything to help as the screams died down.

Did he just, commit a murder? Did he just take the life of someone he barely knew?

He had to be alive, he would've been more hardened, more gruff, it wasn't his last life.

It couldn't be.

He ran.

He left the dropped pickaxe, and he ran as fast as he could. He ignored the glistening gems and the various mobs, he ran right past them.

He ran all the way out of the cave, and shivered at the cold as he emerged. It didn't stop him, he ran and ran as fast as his feet would take him.

Thanatos had never been kind, he'd been what only could be described as cold. But he'd been there, he made sure Tommy got breakfast, or made him a cup of tea.

Most people found him annoying, maybe Thanatos did too, but he'd been there, a constant figure. He didn't yell when Tommy called him a bitch, he didn't scream when Tommy would track in a trail of dirt.

And he could be dead.

Tommy was out of breath, he couldn't breathe, but he also couldn't stop. Why'd the cave have to be so far away from his house?

Tears ran down his face, catching on the wind and flying behind him. Small snowflakes nestled themselves in his hair and he had to stop.

He was hyperventilating, breathing so hard he couldn't get air in, and his back slid along a tree as he fell, leaning back and pointing his head towards the sky trying to catch his breath.

He was panicking, he knew it, he was worrying too much, all for nothing, he'd get home and there Technoblade would be, chatting with Thanatos over a cup of tea or something, and everything would be fine.

But he'd said the thing, said the thing that Dream always said. Was he really a friend? Was he just pretending and manipulating and he'd stab Tommy in the back, just like before?

Was this all a plot to gain his trust?

Oh gods, it felt like his heart was going to pound out of his chest.

He had to get up, he had to make sure everything was ok.

Nothing would ever be ok. Because they'd look at him differently, and he wouldn't be able to explain why. He would lose them, like he lost everyone else.

Tommy got back up, grabbing his green bandana and wiping his face. He was covered in sweat despite the freezing cold air around him.

He kept running, his chest was heaving and he could see it, smoke in the air, a small cabin in the middle of nowhere, he was there, he'd make it.

As fast as he could, he clambered up the stairs, opening the door with such force it shook the building. He saw Techno, sitting near the fire reading one of his dumb books.

The blade made eye contact with the frenzied Tommy. Thanatos already told him what his plans for the day were, Techno knew that he took Tommy along.

Techno raised an eyebrow in questioning, but before he could say anything, Tommy ran up the ladder.

Techno abandoned his book, now entirely concerned about the kid.

Tommy ran up, opening the trapdoor and looking over to the couch and-

No one.

No one was there.

Wait, what?

He should be right there, he should be right there right?

Where was he?

Tommy backed against the wall, clutching his chest, it felt like he was dying, like something was crushing him.

Techno came up the ladder, and when he noticed Tommy his concern reached record high levels, "Hey buddy, what happened?"

Tommy was panicking, he really did it, he killed someone, and that someone would never be seen again.

He was a murderer.

He fell against the wall, curling up into a ball, tears falling everywhere. And when Techno crouched down to try and get the story, he lunged forward in a hug.

Techno was there, he was a killer too, he'd listen right? He'd keep the boy safe and he'd understand?

He'd forgive him?

He blew his nose into Techno's cloak, earning a, "What the hell, get off me." From the piglin hybrid, but he stuck there like glue, sobbing into the blood red clothes.

Gods, he killed someone he barely knew, how did the Blade do this? How was he supposed to live with this?

The only thing he didn't notice in his rush, were the footprints in the snow that led out of the cabin, and disappeared into thin air.