Love You Through The Screen (Technoblade Fanfic)

🎮OLIVE

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Graphic descriptions of killing and blood in this chapter. But not too many. So if you can't read it, skip the [[[ ]]]

Technoblade p.o.v

D-Damn it...

I couldn't even take one of my dogs today.

I was walking aimlessly in the icey land with nothing to distract myself with.

Something I'd never admit I'd that the cold stuck to me. I wrapped my cape around me to warm up.

Nothing could compare to the screaming of the voices for blood. So loud and convincing, so gruesome and violent.

[[[ It came to the point that I wanted to kill something with my bare hands and watch it twitch as it's bleeding to death, suffering as blood is smearing all over. ]]]

I shook my head.
I need to think of something else.

Olive.

Olive, I love her so much.
I'm sorry that I have to be so distant.

The voices... won't let me...

WHY AM I FORCED TO SEE THESE IMAGES IN MY MIND?

Why am I forced to see myself killing everyone and everything and the people I care about...?

The voices got so excited from Doomsday, I suppose. They didn't give me a rest since.
I didn't tell anyone about what was in my mind. I don't want to scare them.

Every time Olive hugged me, I could finally feel calm. The voices would get quieter.
Every time our lips connected, it seemed as if the voices completely disappeared.

But when it suddenly stopped working, it scared me. I was scared that I'll lose control and hurt her.

So I run.
I run far away.
I don't think I can even return to sleep or eat there.

[[[ When I think of someone resting, I get the urge to use this state for an easy kill and watch the victim's eyes opening one last time in surprise as they feel the sudden pain of my claws tearing their skin. ]]]

[[[ No matter what I eat, I want to have something else, living, moving, squirming in pain under the grip of my teeth as blood floods into my throat. ]]]

STOP IT STOP IT PLEASE MAKE IT STOP

"Mr. Technoblade! How are you?"

"Oh, hey, Ghostbur."

The only company I can have.
The only one I can interact with, without wanting to spill blood.
...Because he's already dead.

Of course, I already warned him about bringing friend here, unless he wants to watch me tear his precious sheep into bloody pieces. Which he obviously doesn't.