Injustice

Pain

*From Draghinzzz* 

Halllooooooooooo. How are you today? Hope you're doing well. Life can be so hard sometimes. I'm here for you though, even if you don't know it. There are so many people that are. (Maybe I should be a poet instead of an author. None of you are going for it, yea, neither was I tbh).

Enjoy!

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The next few days feel like a millennia. Not being able to be mobile sucks. I can't get my own food or water and I basically need Phil to carry me to the bathroom. I can read though, my eyes are still fine, but I probably need glasses. 

Philza has a TON of books, way more than I expected. It's like he's just pulling them out of his walls or he's had thousands of years to collect a massive library or something. He pulled the crow out a couple times, talking to it for ages and going places with it. It was really weird to be honest, watching him talk to the crow. I think he might be crazy.

That might be true actually. All alone up here in the arctic, for who knows how long. I mean he's clearly had the time to make all of this and thrive. But then again, he said something about a village so maybe he's able to converse with them. 

Wait, Villagers are half sentient beings that rip us off for a living. Of course he can't talk with them. 

Maybe he is crazy. What if he traded his sanity for whatever voodoo magic he did a few days ago?  And he talks with a giant crow. But I don't care if he is crazy or not because he says he's working on brewing a potion that will help my foot heal faster. I can't wait for him to finish with it. Jeez, I hope it works. I'm getting antsier and more fidgety by the minute. If I can't blow off some of this energy somehow, I think I might explode.

I stare out the window, my fingers drumming on the windowsill. A person can only stare at this landscape for so long before getting bored. Nothing ever happens. Heck, the most exciting thing I've seen while looking out this window is Phil running after a wolf while trying to tame it. But other than that, it's just been snow, snow, and more snow with the occasional flake drifting down every few hours. 

I am so sick of snow.

I begin making noises with my mouth, blinking slowly at the lifeless landscape before. Exhaling, I turn back to the living room, rubbing my freezing palms together and stuffing them under the blankets. When I can properly get around again, better heating is the first thing I'm gonna add to Phil's house. Or maybe I'll just grow thicker fur. 

Actually thicker fur is something that I'm going to get. Now that I'm thirteen, I'm going to start my transformation into a Bloodboar. I'll get thicker fur, thicker skin, and I'll be able to turn into a more wild version of myself. I'll have tusks, claws and be way bigger than I otherwise would be. 

A shout comes from the basement and I excitedly sit up, craning my neck to get a better view of the ladder to the basement. A crisp scent comes from the basement, like cinnamon and paprika. "What?!" I eagerly call down. "Did you finish it?"

"Yeah, I think I've done it!" Phil shouts up. "I'm coming up right now!" I hear clattering as Phil bottles the potion. "I'm sure I could make a more potent batch, but I don't want to keep you waiting. I'm sure you're itching to get off of that bench." Phil says, climbing up the ladder and struggling to fit his wings through the small opening.

"Give me the potion." I sing. (Draghinzzz speaking here. This is a technoblade sing. You've seen his videos so you probably know what I'm talking about.) 

As Philza hands me the bottle he says, "It should let you walk by yourself, but I would recommend the use of crutches."

I slurp the potion down, my mouth tingling slightly due to the blaze powder. Throwing the blanket off, I gingerly move my left foot in a circle, wincing in pain. "It still hurts, but it's nowhere near as bad as it was. Do you even have a pair of crutches?"

"Oh, I'm sure I do somewhere." Phil says, scratching the back of his head. "If not, I'll just make some."

"You know how to make crutches?"

"Of course I do, I've been living our here for sev- a while. I know a thing or two." 

He's hiding something. For sure. But what?  My ADHD brain quickly goes through what I do know about him and I come up with nothing. I've got to do some digging on Phil.

"You okay?" Phil asks.

"What? Oh, yeah. I'm doing fine." I reply, swinging my legs over the side. I gently ease myself into a standing position, closing my eyes and taking deep breaths in and out to cope with the initial pain. After a moment or two it fades to a bearable ache, and I slowly open my eyes. The world tilts before me and I sway, falling into Phil.

"Whoa, there. Easy does it." He says, steadying me on my feet. I take a slow step forward with my injured foot, hissing with pain. 

Pain. Embrace. Thrive.

Embrace the pain and thrive upon it?

All. 

Of what?

Pain. Fear. Desire.

Embrace the pain, embrace the fear, embrace my desires?

Yes.

Taking a deep breath in, I feel my voices fade away from my thoughts, leaving just the pain. Instead of taking my weight off it, I take another step forward. Embrace it. There's something about it, feeling pain. It's wild and free, and I love it. Thrive upon it. I lap up the feeling, taking it in hungrily, and suddenly the pain begins to fade. 

I'm startled out of this strange new feeling. Lifting my foot off the floor, I roll it several times in the air and then standing on it for several seconds. It feels normal. What is this? Phil's potion wasn't supposed to be able to completely heal my foot. Unless, unless I did that.

"Does it feel better?" Phil asks, bringing my attention back to the cabin around me. 

"Yeah, it feels great. It's almost completely healed now, I think."

"Really? I didn't think it would work that well."

"Well, I guess it was just a sprain then." I respond, knowing that it was not, in fact, a sprain. 

"Yeah, I guess." Phil says, awkwardly scratching his head. 

 Uhh, stupid social anxiety. Say something! Uhh. "Thanks for the potion. It helped a lot." I glance up at him. Eye contact! AUUUGHHH!

Phil glances away and then says, "Yeah, no problem, uh, um."

"I haven't told you my name yet, have I?"

"Nooo,"

"My bad,"

"Sooo,"

"What, oh, right. duh. I'm Technoblade, but Techno works too."

"Okay, uh, good to know. I'll be outside, Techno." Phil says, glancing over at me but quickly looking away.

" 'ight." I respond. God, I hate people. People are so hard to interact with. I'm so awkward when interacting with them. 

I watch as Phil shuffles out of the cabin, still scratching his head and cringe once the door slams shut. I want to just claw that interaction out of my brain and tear it to shreds.

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Techno does not consider himself human. He's an anthropomorphic pig and he refers to himself as a Bloodboar. Due to this, he is always going to refer to humans/people as if he's not one.

-Draghinzzz