Requested by (none)

Prompt: techno's voices suddenly relocate and start to poison another's mind.

Trigger Warnings (TW): mild panic attacks

--------------------------------------------------------------------

"Phil, I think the reason it's so hard for me to be non-violent," Techno cautioned, looking behind him slightly where Phil sat.

"It's because I hear voices, Phil."

"Voices?" Phil echoes.

"Yeah. Voices. Countless voices in my head."

"And the voices are crazy, Phil. Sometimes they're angry, sometimes they're sad. Sometimes they mock me."

Phil glanced at the rushing waters near the boat. (tall boi shroom ;) )

"But the thing about the voices, Phil, the thing I hear from them the most.."

Phil hummed questionably.

"The voices demand blood, Phil. They demand blood."

Phil paused for a little, unsure how to react. "Yea, yea. I remember that being a thing that just happened with you a lot. It's that you've always had that, you just got better at ignoring them."

Techno shakes his head. "I've been trying to ignore them, Phil. But they're just so loud," Phil could see his friend was struggling. "They're just so loud."

"Because they're not getting fed," Phil continued.

"I just want to stab something."

"But I'm holding back, I'm holding back. I'm gonna be a good person!" Techno smiled, proving his point. He hadn't really committed any violence acts recently, which was a good start for the former Blood God.

The winged man chuckled, "Yeah, yeah!"

--------------------------------------------------------------------

Time had passed since that day. And Techno broke his word, though he had a reason to. In the same month period, he'd been hunted, nearly executed, and provoked to blow up L'manburg. And Phil encouraged it. There was no reason not to, and with the help of Hbomb, Niki, Ranboo and Fundy, they tore L'manburg to shreds for the better of it.

The voices had calmed down considerably since then. They'd had enough bloodshed to last a lifetime.

But Phil didn't think it was because of the massacre they caused that they went away.

He'd been hearing whispers. Things that weren't there. Sounds. Phrases. Phrases that seemed too familiar to be real.

A lot of the time, the whispers were incoherent. Just sounds that filled the air and bugged him, annoyed him to no end.

Thrice, he'd heard a few certain phrases. 

"Kill me, Phil."

"You've become the tyrant."

"Where'd I go wrong?"

He recognized them. Could not pinpoint them. It drove him mad.

And over the days they grew. They became louder. Some were angry. Some were sad. Some mocked him.

And he was scared.

--------------------------------------------------------------------

They were discussing Ghostbur's failed resurrection, sat in a circle. The three arctic anarchists.

"Yeah, I just heard Schlatt's voice. At least that's what Fundy said he sounded like," Phil chuckled.

"So you tried to resurrect Alivebur.." Techno started.

"But ended up resurrecting Schlatt. Or Glatt. Whatever," Phil finished.

"Wow," Techno mused. "Who's next, Mexican Dream?"

"Who?" the Enderghast asked, very confused.

"Someone else who lost all their canon lives. Better if it stays that way, to be honest-" Techno said.

Your fault.

Kill them.

What makes you think you can save them?

Do it. 

You killed Wilbur.

Do it again.

"NO!-" Phil yelled suddenly, startling Ranboo and Techno alike.

"Uh, okay, guess I shouldn't add cinnamon buns to cereal-"

"Phil, are you okay?" Techno asked. Now that he thought about it, the voices had been asleep for too long. Even with the blood he spilled in the recent explosion, they'd have been back by now.

"Hm?" 

Ranboo looked between the two, still a confused Enderghast.

"No I'm alright." Phil said, maybe a little too quickly. Ranboo decided to intervene, changing the subject much to Phil's relief.

Techno wasn't convinced.

--------------------------------------------------------------------

The voices kept getting louder by the day. Even when Phil tried to block them out, they pushed back.

And now they demand bloodshed.

Phil had had his suspicions of this being the case. Somehow, the voices must've latched onto him. Techno was much too resistant to their liking, so they poisoned the only other one they knew to not be as resistant.

Phil tried to satisfy them, getting onto survival games more often and other tournaments that involved "last one standing" mechanics and battles.

But it seemed like nothing ever worked. The voices still demanded blood.

He sat curled up near a tree, trying to shush them. But they pushed back. He couldn't do anything about it. They kept on, trying to break him.

Blood.

Your fault.

Wilbur's death.

Tommy.

He's mad at you.

You can't save Ranboo.

Blood.

Your fault.

Your fault.

B̸̠͉͊ͤ̓͆l̰̠̹͙̗͙̖ͪͯͩ͟o̍҉̼̗ǫ̗̬͇̯̦͓̞̤̀̂d̨̺̳̜̝͉ͨ̉̏͌ͅ

B̸̠͉͊ͤ̓͆l̰̠̹͙̗͙̖ͪͯͩ͟o̍҉̼̗ǫ̗̬͇̯̦͓̞̤̀̂d̨̺̳̜̝͉ͨ̉̏͌ͅ

B̸̠͉͊ͤ̓͆l̰̠̹͙̗͙̖ͪͯͩ͟o̍҉̼̗ǫ̗̬͇̯̦͓̞̤̀̂d̨̺̳̜̝͉ͨ̉̏͌ͅ

"STOP IT!"

And an eerie silence filled the air as tears ran down his face.

--------------------------------------------------------------------

Technoblade joined the game.

"Alright," Techno mumbled, rubbing his hands together. "Let's see what we can do today."

"Who's in the game..?" He opened up the tab to reveal the players who were in the server.

Online:
Technoblade
Ranboo
Tubbo_
Dream
Ph1LzA
TheEret_

"Phil's on, pogg," he packed some food before setting off to find his best friend.

But he didn't have to. Phil found him.

"Oh hey, Phil!-"

A netherite sword was suddenly at his neck.

"Phil?"

Techno saw his eyes flash red, and before he could do anything he was knocked off his feet.

"Phil, what are you doing?!" He yelled. What'd gotten into him??

But it was as if he hadn't heard a single thing. 

"The voices demand blood, Techno." He grinned.

So that's why the voices were so quiet. They weren't even there anymore. Somehow they'd gotten to Phil.

"Phil, you don't know what you're doing! You've lost control, put down your sword!" Techno warned. If Phil wasn't gonna listen, he'd have to use force.

"Yada yada, shut up."

Phil swung his sword down, just as Techno summoned his sword and broke the momentum, pushing back against Benihime. 

Phil growled as he pulled back his sword, going in for another strike before he was blocked again by Techno's sword, being put at a disadvantage due to the angle he was stuck in.

"Sorry about this," Techno apologized. Phil raised an eyebrow, confused as to what he meant.

And suddenly the world went black.

---

He tried to make Phil listen. He was well aware he whacked him with the handle of his sword, knocking him out. That's definitely gonna hurt in the morning.

Ranboo arrived at the arctic not long after he'd had his little battle. As Techno explained what had happened, the enderghast helped teleport Phil to his bed, laying him to rest. Techno felt a slight pang of guilt. The voices had originated from him, and effectively poisoned Phil because Techno wasn't careful. 

Moonlight shone through the window as he watched over his friend. He sighed.

He knew it wasn't Phil's fault. He hadn't had much experience with controlling them as much as Techno did. Reaching out to fluff Phil's hair a little, which was quite fluffy mind you. If Phil couldn't control the voices, it could lead him to his demise.

Guess he'd have to be the dad for now.

--------------------------------------------------------------------

HI.

Aight so uh, not many messages to leave here.

I'm thinking of starting a discord server for my fans :D

What do you think? Would you like a server to chat with other
Wattpadders? Anyone's welcome :)

As always, if you enjoyed this chapter, please don't forget to vote and maybe request something in the requests chapter (first chapter)! 

Happy reading <3