I remember... (Sleepy Bois Inc.)

Chapter 1

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*15 years ago*

Technoblade slowly climbed out of his twin sized bed, after not sleeping all night. He looked to the right to see the bunk bed shared by his two younger brothers, who were sound asleep.

This wasn't an unusual situation. Techno has had insomnia since as long as he could remember. The fact that he was even alive with such small amounts of sleep was a miracle in itself. He turned his head a bit more to the right to see the blinding, blood-red numbers on his alarm clock which read 6:09 A.M.

"Perfect," he groaned.

Even though it was said with apathy, a small part of him jumped with excitement.

He quietly turned the door handle to the shared room and seamlessly made his way to the kitchen making only the slightest of noise. He was on a mission, a caffeine mission.

He opened the cupboard, using the step stool near by, to take out his favorite mug. As he looked in the mug, he saw the coffee stains from the day before. No doubt it was Tommy's fault. It was his turn to do the dishes last night  which always meant none of the dishes would be truly clean.

He quickly brewed up his coffee and debated on whether or not to put cream and sugar. Laziness got the best of him and he decided to just drink it black.

He quickly made his way outside to sit on the bench that he sits on every single morning. He climbed on and situated himself to be sitting all the way back, feet dangling off. This become a precedent for him at this point; a part of his morning routine.

He looked out over the field surrounding the house, still covered in dew. He closed his eyes and thought about how him and Wilbur used to spar on that grass and Tommy would try to join in but was the first one out, always. Not to mention Tommy would always get hurt too and cry to Phil. He scowled as he thought about the look Phil would give him as they reluctantly apologized.

He took a sip of coffee. He realized Phil would scold him for drinking it. He could hear his voice clearly, "7 year olds should not be drinking coffee!"
Techno chuckled at the thought.

He thought about the first time he had ever seen the house. Phil was carrying his 2 or 3 year old self in his arms. He vividly remembers the excitement welling up in his chest to see the big, wooden building. He was just so elated to finally have a family, to finally have a home.

He looked past the field and trees to see a bright, yellow-orange discrepancy in the sky. 

He sighed a sigh of relief. He was just in time for the sunrise.

He never understood why he enjoyed watching the sunrise so much. All he knew was that it was worth it be up for. So he always was.
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The sun rose over the pristine, glittering snow.

Technoblade groggily rubbed his eyes as he sat up, taking a second to truly feel awake. He could at least get some sleep now unlike when he was a kid, although very rarely was it enough.

Out of habit, he looked to the right, expecting to see the bunk bed with his younger brothers sound asleep in, despite his stirring throughout the night. But, like every morning, no such bunk bed was there. Just a wooden wall where his life used to be.

After noticing that he was freezing, he put on his cloak and walked outside. The snow was untouched which lead him to believe that it snowed over night. It made him hesitant to take the first step but he reluctantly did anyway.

His eyes immediately set on collecting wood to expand his house. Right now it was a small shack that was barely big enough for a bed and a crafting table. He was planning on building underground instead of out; the last thing he wanted to do was be found. 

Do I really not want to be found, he thought.

He knew for sure that he didn't want to go back to L'manburg; back to rules and structure.

Originally, when he was with Pogtopia, he thought he was fighting against government when, in reality, he was just a different form of what he was fighting. The only person who truly agreed with him was Wilbur.

Wilbur... why did Philza kill him?

At first he thought he died in the explosion, but he was corrected when he saw Phil stab him right between the ribs. Saying he was shocked was an understatement. Phil would never kill anyone, much less his own son, or so he thought. It had been so long since he had seen the man who raised him.  It wasn't a question that he missed Phil and his brothers but, Wil was gone, Tommy was angry with him, and he was angry with Phil. Although, he thought he was. He decided to keep confrontation with his emotions at the bare minimum.

He picked up the stack of wood he had chopped. Wondering what time it was, he looked up to the sun. It's not like he could just look at clock. He deduced it was probably sometime around 11. He made his way to his dilapidated shack.

Once he walked inside. He put the wood down and started pulling up floorboards. While he did, he had no choice but to think:

Why would Phil kill Wilbur?

The question rang in his head. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. The only reason he could come up with was Phil was angry enough with Wil to kill him but even then it seemed so far fetched. As kids, the most Phil would do would give them the look. That was punishment enough. The disappointment that was written all over his face could make anyone feel guilty for weeks. So why? Why would he take his own son's life?

He started to dig up the ground to make room for the ladder to the new floor of his house.

What about Tommy? How's he coping with the loss of both of his big brothers?

Techno couldn't imagine what Tommy went through in Pogtopia. He and Wilbur really forgot how to be brothers. Tommy really used to looked up them as a child; he wondered if he still did.

At least he has Tubbo. He's probably more of a brother to Tommy then I will ever be.

Techno frowned at that thought. It hurt him more than he thought it would.

He noticed his vision went blurry and small droplets formed at the corner of his eyes.

He was taken aback by this sign of emotion.

When was the last time I cried?

He put his back against the wall and dropped his pic axe. He looked up to keep the tears in his eyes, but, to his disappointment, they hurriedly flowed down his blush pink face.

"I really do miss them," he whispered aloud.