(tw: blood)

It was cold. So cold. 

You probably had never been this cold in your entire life. The snow whipped around you and the wind tore through you like knives. You could feel the bitterness of the chill seep into you, unable to stop the frostiness that resided in your bones. You reached out your free hand to prop yourself against a tree and winced, your other hand clasped desperately at your torso, trying to somehow keep the blood inside of you.
An arrow protruding through your fingers was firmly set inside the muscle of your stomach area. You had been steadily losing blood from it through your trek through the storm, which had dyed your clothes a bright scarlet. Had you always been this lightheaded? You struggled off of the tree you had been leaning against and immediately regretted it, the nausea and dizziness hitting you like a hammer. 

Your hands were numb, your face was numb, hell, all of you was numb! 

But not just from the cold.

You tried to tear yourself away from the memories, not wanting to die with those as the last images you saw. You stumbled helplessly through the snow, unable to keep the memories out of your head.

Dream staring at you coldly from behind a wall of other people, all angry and yelling at you. 

The fear of knowing you were about to die. An axe being raised.

You gasped suddenly, as you tripped on something unseen in the snow. You hit the ground, hard. You tried to take oxygen into your lungs, but the fall had knocked the wind out of you. Laying here in the snow, bleeding, unable to breath, you knew. 

They hadn't been able to kill you in L'Manberg, but here was where you were destined to die. You though about everyone you had considered a friend, Phil, Tommy, Tubbo, George, Bad, Skeppy, Ghostbur, Niki... Dream...

You closed your eyes, to block out the blinding snow. A dark haze was beginning to fill your mind, it was hard to formulate a thought. You wondered if they even cared? Probably not, they had sentenced you to death, why would they care if you died here? 

You relaxed, the haze now so thick you couldn't think anymore. The cold seemed to fade from the parts you still had feeling in, and the world went black.

(Technoblade's POV)

Blood. Techno could smell it. The voices in his head's whispering grew louder, but Techno ignored it.

"C'mon Carl, faster" he urged the horse, who put on an extra burst of speed, the clank of his diamond armor unheard in the howling of the storm. 

The scent got stronger, and so did the voices, but Techno pushed them down and continued. There, just visible in the swirling snow, was a path of red droplets and splashes, obscured slightly by the fallen snow. The voices now reared up, roaring in hissing tones.

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD... blood pog!!... kill... BLOOD...

Technoblade heard a low growl, and panicked for a second before realizing it was him making the noise. He shook his head, "Shut up!" he snarled angrily at the voices.

Ooooh, technos angy... technomad... blood tho...  

The voices seemed to have died down at his warning. He looked up again, trying to follow the path of blood. It was harder now that more snow had fallen, he could barely see the trail.

Suddenly, out of the blinding white of the snowstorm, something dark lay buried slightly in snow, which had been died a dark scarlet. Again the voices rose up.

Feast... bLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD... this is so pogchamp... KILL

Technoblade dismounted Carl, and bent down the investigate the person bleeding on his property. The smell was overwhelming, and Techno felt a little lightheaded. It was a girl, who seemed to be about his age, from what he could tell. She had h/l, h/c hair, and was wearing [outfit of your choice]

(Hair Length, Hair Colour)

She was very pale, but Techno didn't know if it was just because of the snow. It seemed she had been there a while, as quite a lot of snow covered her legs and arms, although it could have just been because the snow was coming down so fast. 

She'd been shot... that's a lot of blood... probably dead... oh well, less work for us

The voices had noticed before he had that an arrow protruded from her side, and it seemed to have struck something major, as her clothes and the snow around her were soaked in blood. He quickly picked up the mystery person and mounted Carl again. Carefully holding you, he urged Carl towards his house, where he could heal you.

but techno it's a stranger... what if she's dangerous... you should kill her... don't take her to your house!...

Techno arrived at his cottage, and quickly went inside, not bothering to take off his wet boots or cloak. He lay the girl down, and went to rummage through his chests, trying to find a healing potion. Where did I put them?? He couldn't remember what had happened to them. Maybe he forgot to brew new ones? He grabbed some bandages instead, as well as water bottles, nether wart and glistening melons (to make more healing potions he hadn't known he had run out of)

He quickly put the items in the brewing stand, and took the bandages back to the injured person. He carefully removed the arrow, and a fresh steam of blood began to flow out of the puncture wound. How can a person even bleed this much? Techno thought, even though he knew very well how much a person could bleed. Strangely though, the voices stayed quiet.

He cut the girl's shirt off, and began to wrap the bandages around her torso. Techno felt as though he ought to be embarrassed, seeing this person he didn't know, shirtless, but she was dying, there was no time to stop and dwell on that. He finished bandaging her, and checked on the health potions, which were finished.
He took one over to her and tipped her head back, pouring some of the glistening red liquid down her throat. She coughed once, splattering some of the potion on the couch and on Techno, but he ignored it. As the last drops of the potion left the bottle, the girl started coughing again. Her whole body shuddered, and Techno was afraid she might be choking.
A moment later, however, she stopped coughing and took in a really deep breath, before letting it out slowly and relaxing into the couch. Techno paused a minute longer, to make sure she wasn't still choking on anything, but she seemed to be out cold. 

Techno looked at her closer in the light of his cabin. Her face was not free of grief, every so often she would flinch and her face would twitch slightly into a pained look, before relaxing again a second later. Occasionally she would let out a small whimper, and Technoblade wondered if she was dreaming... or, having a nightmare in this case. However he didn't want to wake her, and he had wasted enough time already. 

He stood up, took one last glace at the girl, and left.

Arriving at Philza's house, Technoblade knocked on the door. No response. He pushed the door slightly open and poked his head inside. "Halloo" He called out, but nothing but the echo of his own voice answered him. He cautiously stepped inside. 

Phil's house was very neat and organized, much unlike his own. He heard scuffling coming from one of the back rooms, presumably Phil's office area. Technoblade stuck his head around the door frame and smiled. 

There was Phil, rummaging through some papers, his dark grey wings fluffed up in frustration. "Hey Phil, whatcha lookin for?" Techno said cheerily, the voices whispering happily at the sight of "Dadza".

"Oh, well I thought I had a book and quill somewhere, but I can't find it anywhere." Phil murmured, not looking up from his search. 

"Oh, I might have a book you can use." Techno offered. 

"Well I suppose I could always just make a new book, you can keep yours Techno." Phil sighed, and walked past Techno to go searching for paper in a chest. 

"Really Phil, you can have my book. Save your paper." Phil stopped searching to look up into Techno's eyes, his wings relaxing.

"You're not going to let me make my own book, are you?" Phil smiled tiredly, the age in his face really showing.
Techno shook his head, "Not if I can help it."
 Phil chuckled at this and sighed. "Fine then Techno, I'll use your book." Phil closed the chest, but then paused, his hand still resting on the lid. "Why are you here anyway? You could have just written me a letter if you wanted me to come visit."

Techno blinked, what had he been here for? Suddenly he remembered, "Oh! Some strange girl almost died on my property."
 Phil gave Techno a disappointed glance, "Please tell me you didn't attack a random stranger..." He sighed.
Techno shook his head again, "No, I wasn't the one who attacked her, someone shot her. Probably a skeleton. She was bleeding out in the snow a ways away from my cabin."
Phil perked up at this, "What did she look like?" He asked, a tone of fear in his voice, which Techno didn't notice.
"Oh well, I think she had h/c hair, and was wearing [same outfit of your choice], although I couldn't really tell because she was covered in snow, and her clothes were soaked in blood." Phil stiffened. Techno did notice that. "What, do you know her?" Techno asked, suddenly very curious, was this strange girl somehow affiliated with... Phil? One might say, aphiliated... Techno thought to himself, resisting the urge to chuckle at his own joke. The voices seemed to like it though.

Phil shook his head, and rubbed one hand down the side of his face. "Well I can't be sure, but it sounds like it was Y/N... but that's impossible... she was executed." It was Techno's turn to stiffen. Executed? Had he brought a criminal into his house?

"Wrongly so..." Phil sighed, looking even more tired, "She was accused of killing everyone's pets, but they only saw a person who looked like her killing their pets." She kills pets??? Techno panicked, she was at his house, with his pets, probably killing them!
 "But, they saw her kill the pets, how is she not guilty??" Techno asked, trying to keep the edge of panic out of his voice.
Phil looked sadly up at Techno. "She would never do that, I knew her quite well. She would come over just to help me with different things, just for fun. She loves animals, there's no way she could ever do that."
Techno was still unconvinced, and edged slightly towards the door, "But maybe that was all a cover-up, so that no one would suspect her..." Techno growled suspiciously, edging farther towards the door.
"Techno please,  the eye witness saw the person from very far away, and mentioned they never actually saw their face... I know it can't be her, which is why I didn't go to her execution."
Techno stopped moving towards the door, "So you don't know if she was really executed or not?"
Phil shook his head, "If you say you found her near your house, she must have escaped." Phil's face brightened a little at this, a small amount of hope gleaming in his eyes. 

"Well, I'd better get back to check on her, and get you that book." Techno nodded, and walked briskly to the door, "See ya, Phil!" He waved, and closed the door gently behind him. He mounted Carl and rushed back to his house.

If even a single one of his pets was dead, you soon would be too.