Ancestors (MCYT Short Story)

Ancestors

 Technoblade and Tommy sat on the make-shift seats, a couple meters away from their actual home. Well- more so Technoblade's home, Tommy was just taking refuge there until the (hopefully) final war is won. They were listening to 'Chirp', one of Tommy's favorite discs. The chilling cold and soft music calmed Tommy, lower the chances of having a nightmare, music was always the thing to help him. The cold got to him frequently, he would get more hot-headed and cocky than usual. And the cold got to him on this particular night.

"I guess you could say I'm thriving quite well here, eh Blade?" he asked, nudging his pink-haired counterpart "I bet I could take on Dream right now, wouldn't you think?" he smiled, waving his arm for emphasis on his words, or to just be dramatic. "I survived because the fire inside burned brighter than the flames of Dream's arrow! I'd say my ancestors are smiling at me. Can you say the same, Technoblade, the Blood God?" Tommy smirked, trying to irk the Blade into some reaction.

Technoblade took a breath in, and a long exhale "I survived because I burned my ancestors" he spoke sharply, re-adjusting his position against the pointy log. He glanced at Tommy, who had a dumbfounded face. Because he's dumb whispered a voice or two in Technoblade's head. "It's true, Innit." Technoblade said "I had no choice"

As the final Do do do dooo played from the jukebox, the only thing that could be heard was the breath of the two sitting on a log, and the heavy wind. Technoblade stood from the log and started to the jukebox, taking out the disc and putting it in Tommy's lap. Said child was still sitting, staring at his pig friend in a curious-wonder-like state, only moving to grab onto the disc like a child would a beloved stuffed animal.

Eventually, the two walked back into the nice winter cabin, Tommy descending down into the depths of the basement to his little hide-y hole. While Technoblade went all the way to his attic, next to his beloved bell and bookshelves. Then, just like that, he was at peace, left alone with his thoughts. And also the voices, but they just say 'E' at this time at night.

Right as his eyelids got as heavy as the cloak he wore, he heard a 'thunk thunk thunk' getting louder and closer to him, he grumbled and grabbed his pickaxe just in case he thought to himself 'kill them, kill them, sleep e e blood for the blood god, blood for the blood-'

"Hey Techno?" Tommy asked from the ladder hole "Can I ask you a question?" he quirked, tilting his head in a questioning matter. Techno sighed, mentally brushing off the chanting in his head "What is it, Tommy?" "Well, when you said that you burned your ancestors, and you had no choice, what did you mean by that?" he arched an eyebrow and rested an elbow on the floor.

Technoblade chuckled "That's a story for another day, Tommy, go get some rest kid" he ruffled Tommy's hair "We're gonna go visit the dogs in the morning"