Monster (Technoblade x Nonbinary!Reader)

Chapter 5: Theseus

TWs: Swearing

"Follow me for a second," Techno said, starting to walk away from his new 'friend'. "You see there's something, Tommy, that I haven't shown anyone. Not even (Y/N)."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Tommy asked. The two walked towards a mountain behind Techno's base.

"I didn't want them to see this side of me. The truth is, as much as I said I was retiring... I couldn't resist the voices."

"What voices? You hear voices?" Tommy asked, walking in front of Techno to look him in the eye.

"Oh, I hear so many voices. And they say all kinds of things." Techno brushed past the boy, and walked over to a cliff face. "I've been working on just a little— just a little hobby, Tommy." For once in his life, Tommy was silent. "You see this wall?" Techno pressed on a stone, and suddenly they heard mechanical noises, and the wall started to open.

Tommy screamed.

"Welcome home, Theseus!" Techno yelled, letting out a cackle. A room had opened up, revealing hundreds of wither skulls lining the walls and two statues of soulsand horrifyingly familiar to Tommy. "Oh, we're gonna do so much violence." Techno walked into the room, admiring his hard work. "They're so screwed! They should have let me stay in retirement, Tommy!"

Tommy was silent, held in place by a mixture of fear and awe. After a moment he snapped out of it and rushed over to Technoblade, grabbing his shoulders and looking him in the eyes. "No no no no no, Technoblade, we're just getting my discs back—"

"Yeah!" Techno said, moving away from the blond. "We're getting the discs back by any means necessary!" Tommy started yelling incomprehensible things. Techno ignored him and shut the redstone-powered door with the click of a button.

"Listen, Techno, I know they've wronged me, but it's because of Wilbur not because they chose to." Tommy's voice was loud and sporadic; he was barily able to say something understandable. "We will not upset L'manburg and we will not upset Tubbo."

Techno stared at Tommy for a moment, trying to think of what to say. "We'll work out the finer details later, Tommy. Come check out this armour," Techno said, walking over to an armour stand stationed between the two soulsand statues. Techno started trying to take off the armour without moving the stand, but Tommy came up from behind him and snatched the armour before Techno could. "You just— you just yoinked all of it..." Techno said, watching the boy put the armour on. "I was going to give it to you, Tommy. You were already going to receive this armour—" Techno cut himself off and took a breath. "You know what? It's fine. Let's just go home and check up on (Y/N)."

"Why do you care about them so much, anyway? Are they like your girlfriend— wait they're non-binary... Are they your... Enbyfriend? Partner? Date mate?"

Techno stared at Tommy in confusion. "No, they're not." Techno's voices exploded at this, yelling things like 'SHIP' or '(Y/N-NOBLADE'. Techno didn't understand any of it, but winced at the sudden loudness in his head. He started walking home, not waiting for Tommy to follow. The voices' volume was comparable to how they were when he was actively committing war crimes. "Shut up..." He mumbled, rubbing his head.

"Technoblade, are you alright?" Tommy asked, putting an arm around Techno's shoulder. Techno shrugged him off and quickened his pace. "Technobl—"

"Not now, Tommy," Techno said, desperately trying to quiet the voices. Upon reaching the house, Techno ran inside and up the ladder to his room. He sat on the bed and leaned back, head pounding and voices still screaming.

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"Hey, (Y/N)." (Y/N) rolled over into a mound of fur and inhaled it. They sat up and started coughing. Tommy was standing over them. The boy smiled when he saw they were awake. "Good morning, (Y/N)! The sun is setting!" Tommy laughed. (Y/N) stood up, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes.

"Did you say the sun is setting..?" (Y/N) laughed.

"Yeah, yeah I did." Tommy bent down to pet Steve, who had stood up to stretch his legs after napping with (Y/N). "Hey, (Y/N)?" Tommy asked, a softer tone in his voice. (Y/N) hummed in response, walking over to their unfinished potions. "Could you go check on Technoblade? He was kind of panicked when we got back, and don't tell him I said this, but I'm kind of worried about him, you know?"

(Y/N) turned to the blond. "Yeah, of course. Is he in his room?" Tommy nodded, eyeing the potions that (Y/N) was brewing. "No taking them; they're not done yet." Tommy grumbled something under his breath, and turned to go down to his room.

(Y/N) followed him to the ladder, but went up instead of down. "Techno..?" The single lantern in the room wasn't lit, letting the setting sun shine a golden light across the floor. (Y/N) saw Techno sitting silently on his bed, and sat down next to him. "Are you okay?"

(Y/N) saw him nod. His eyes were closed, and he was in the corner next to the wall. "It's just the voices. No big deal." Techno opened his eyes slightly. "They've calmed down, anyway."

(Y/N) gave Techno a reassuring look. "If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm always here. Remember that." Techno nodded, and reached out to hug (Y/N). The two sat there, (Y/N) not daring to move, when they realized Techno had fallen asleep. They sighed, trying to figure out what to do. They didn't want to wake him up, but they couldn't stay there.

Techno had a bad habit of not sleeping, sometimes to grind resources and sometimes because he couldn't stop thinking. (Y/N) sometimes heard him leave at ungodly hours of the night. It worried them, but they knew he would return safely. He always did.

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They stood in a snowstorm, wind whipping at their features. They were warm. It started to get dark, and soon enough it was night. They still stood there. They were still warm. The blizzard started to die down, and snowflakes danced around them. Snowflakes melted when they touched them. They still stood there. They were still warm. Eventually the sun started to rise, and the snowing stopped. Their legs didn't grow tired. The water dripped off of them. They still stood there. They were still warm.

They jerked awake.

Technoblade moved in his sleep, pulling (Y/N) closer. They realized they had fallen asleep in the blood god's arms. After a moment of considering their options, they carefully moved Techno's arms off of them, and got off of the bed. Techno laid backward at (Y/N)'s movement, and they placed his blanket over him.

They climbed down the ladder and continued making potions. They didn't hear Tommy for once and assumed he was asleep. (Y/N) smiled. They had always liked being the last one awake— they turned to Edward —except for him, of course.

(Y/N) returned their focus to the potions, and continued making them. It was a mindless task, one they had done many times. The repetitive process and long waiting times let their mind wander.

They hoped Phil was holding up in house arrest. They had slept for almost a whole day, yet they were still tired. They had no idea how long Techno had been awake before now. Tommy looked terrible. They wondered what he had been through; they knew first hand how scary Dream could be.

They then remembered a conversation they and Dream had. One about helping persuade Tubbo into exiling Tommy. (Y/N) scoffed. Turns out he didn't need their help. They also remembered the god they had mentioned in the conversation. All they knew about it was from rumors. Fairytales, if you will. There was also rumors about another. Drista, said to be much more unhinged and unpredictable.

They shook their head, freeing themself from their thoughts, and finished brewing the potions. They put them in their respective chests, and cleaned up the excess ingredients. They stood in the middle of the room for a moment, debating what to do. They decided to change into something more comfortable and go to sleep.

(Y/N) and Techno each had a chest dedicated to clothing, though both were pretty bare. They rummaged around in their chest, looking for their pajamas. Once they found what they were looking for, they went to a small space behind the bookcases. They had been using it as a changing space since they moved in.

Finally comfortable, (Y/N) lay down on their bed. Their eyes flickered around the room, and their breathing slowed. In mere minutes, they fell asleep.

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Soooo technically this is 20 words under my minimum word count but idfk what else to put in so sucks ig