tw: talk of domestic abuse, panic attack
wilbur and techno are sometimes referred to as "teenagers" because they're both 19
ALSO!!! karl uses all pronouns in this so if the pronouns change assume its still about karl :3
very techno-centric chapter :D
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"Then get talking," Tubbo mumbled, going to sit at the edge of the building like the first time the two teenagers met. Techno followed, sitting next to him and staring into the dark city below.
"You know the vigilante Timewarp?" Techno asked, getting a nod in response. "Good, well Schlatt's managed to hire him to arrest you three somehow because we wouldn't do it. Luckily for you, though, the kid's sweet and literally wouldn't hurt a fly. They take 'em outside."
"I've heard she's got memory issues," Tubbo murmured, "Is that true?"
"Not sure," The older teen replied, "There's a possibility, with their power that very much could be a side effect."
"I feel bad for him," The brunette muttered, "I mean, whenever she uses her power they gets all disoriented an' shit."
Techno nodded, staring blankly into the distance.
"How far do you think Schlatt would go?" Tubbo asked warily, shaking his leg against the building walls.
"Come again?"
"Do you... Do you think Schlatt would... hurt someone to get what he wants?" He mumbled, his voice shaky. He sounded like he was about to cry.
"I... don't know," Techno replied honestly, gripping on to the fabric of his pants, "I'd like to believe he wouldn't but... I wouldn't put it past him."
Tubbo sniffled, curling himself into a ball and putting his face in his knees.
"Tubbo? You alright?" The taller asked, "Oh shit," He muttered, realising Tubbo's state of panic.
"Hey, Tubbo, look at me," He said, causing the ram hybrid to slowly look up, "I need you to breathe, okay?"
Once Tubbo calmed down, the two teenagers sat in silence, staring at the city below.
"Schlatt's... Schlatt has... hurt me before," He mumbled quietly, still trembling slightly.
"I'm sorry," Was the only thing Techno could muster up to say.
"It's alright. It wasn't your fault," He replied.
"It wasn't yours either."
Techno wanted to recoil at the words, his words. The words he's been trying to tell himself for years. But they were wrong. It was his fault. He hurt so many people. So many innocent people. He blinked and looked beside him and didn't see Tubbo.
He sighed and pulled out his phone with shaking hands and opened his messages with Wilbur.
wilbitch
where the fuck are u?
techno?
are u ok?
where r u
im picking u up
techno?
techno we're worried about u
*missed call from wilbitch
techno please
techno
*missed call from wilbitch
techno please
im worried
please
techno
*missed call from wilbitch
techno please pick up
patrol ended an hour ago
*missed call from wilbitch
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