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Techno doesn’t remember his early life, well his earlier life. If he thinks very hard maybe just maybe he can go back. In the blurs of early colors and muffled noises, he can almost make it out, almost feel it . The feeling of warmth, comfort, and something he couldn’t quite name.
He knows the names of lots of things. Food, sword, master, bed, target . Those are all the words he’s ever needed and ever had to use. He knows the names of actions. Eat, sleep, train, obey, kill. Those are things he only ever needed to do.
His master is a powerful man, he is tall and dark. He’s always standing up straight when looking at Techno, and he expects Techno to do the same. Of course he must, he must show respect at all times to his master and trainers, less he be the disobedient monster they’ve taught him not to be
His master is the only reason he is alive, so he must show him respect. He must show his trainers and Master respect less they strike him for being defiant. He knows this is what must be done, he must be trained to be obedient and docile, while at the same time ruthless and cunning.
This is all he knows and all he needs.
It is very rare to see his Master outside of training, he is usually conducting the training or watching from the sidelines. He is virtually unreadable and undetectable otherwise. But when he does, it is usually to send him on a mission. To give him a target.
He remembers his first mission he was ever given. He was smaller then, much shorter but just as cunning. He snuck into a huge stone palace, it was covered from corner to corner with guards. They were all much taller than Techno but he was able to slip through them quite easily. Their armor probably had many blind spots.
His target was a very old man, but his face was oddly contorted in a distasteful manner, like he always had something unpleasant in his mouth. Techno has tasted unpleasant things before and he made that face, he was slapped for it of course for being uncivil at the table.
The odd faced man was covered head to toe in shiny objects that were quite appealing to Techno. But that was his savage side, a side that he would definitely be punished for showing.
He remembers making it to the big room where the odd faced man lay. It was very big and neat with the shiny stuff Techno liked all over the room. He approached the man, dagger in hand and did just as his masters instructed.
That day he learned the name of something else, blood . He doesn’t remember how he learned it but he did. It was almost as someone told him as he saw the strange liquid poured from the odd faced man’s throat. It was like a whisper.
The whispers haven’t stopped since that day. But he never pays attention to them. Usually because they speak nothing but gibberish, muttering things and actions he doesn’t understand one bit. So he blocks them out as much as he can. Only focusing on what his trainers and Masters have to say.
Today is a lot like the first time he was given a mission. His Master pulled him aside before he went to his bed. His master was giving him a new lesson this time as he gave him the mission.
The mission was to watch the targets . He was given multiple targets this time which was another first. His master was really trusting him this time. It made something flutter in himself. Then he was to kill . An action very familiar to Techno.
“Are you listening to me boy?” His Master growled, looking down at him with dull eyes and furrowed brows.
He stood straight and nodded, keeping his eyes forward like his trainers instructed.
“You are a dull creature, you know that? Nothing but a machine built to kill. But you are useful in times like these. We are very close to reaching my goal. All I have to do is finally rid the earth of that dreaded empire.” He walked over to the window looking over the great cities. His master has never kept talking like this to him. Techno felt strange in a good and bad way. He just stood tall and waited to be dismissed.
“That winged bastard has been a thorn in my side for too long. It’s time he knows what a real Angel of death looks like. Don’t you think so Technoblade. ” Techno’s breath hitched just a bit at the way he said his own name. It was never a good thing when his full name, his master disliked every bit about him, especially his name.
His master turned his head to glance at Techno, who was stone still in the middle of the room.
“Tch,” he turned and walked back over to the pink haired boy, “you really are dull aren’t you?” His Master crouched in front of him and suddenly grabbed a fist full of Techno’s hair.
Don’t let him see your fear.
He heard one of the whispers. He didn’t know what fear was but he knew he shouldn’t show it. So he kept blankly looking forward. He kept his fists from balling up and his eyes from growing wet. He kept his body still as a statue, never faltering from his perfection. No matter how much the hand pulled or how he felt his pulse up in his head. He would not falter.
Then his master met his eyes, and he just couldn’t anymore. The way his body was positioned, the proximity of his master, the way he looked at Techno. For some odd reason it seemed too much for him. And he blinked as his eyes watered a bit.
Oh no.
“So you aren’t as dull as I thought you were,” his face split into a sickening smirk. It made Techno sick to his stomach, especially with what happens next.
Without even a second warning, his back was to the wall and his head was being smashed up against it as well. All he felt was the jittering pain of it and the air being knocked out of his lungs as he fell to the ground.
His master was known for the sudden acts of punishment, he didn’t know what he had done yet, but he knew it was probably more than well deserved. He gasped for air as he got his bearings.
“You are dismissed,” His master spoke. “Freak.”
Techno quickly stood up and walked out of the room. His head hurt and his chest felt like someone had kicked it. Which his master had probably done while he was disoriented.
He made his way through the strange halls, passing many paintings all of which he has memorized. He passes swords, daggers, crossbows of all kinds. He doesn’t bother looking at them, he’s not only seen them once before but he’s in too much discomfort to look.
He gets to bed. Located at the end of a staircase, as the end of a hall, in a box room. The walls, ceiling, and floors were grey. He doesn’t mind too much, he quite enjoys the solitude. If looks back some time he is able to recall a time where he shared a room with many people his size. They were all very loud and not at all like Techno. But his time there was very short, all his more clearer memories are with his Master.
He lay in his bed, curling in on himself warming his body. His room, he supposes, is nothing like the one the odd faced man slept in. But he didn’t mind, this room is one that he has earned. His bed he sleeps on is what he deserves.
As he lay there in his room he looked up at the small square in the wall bared up with steel. The moon shining through at this time of night. He wonders what his targets will look like, how long he will watch them before he kills them. He wonders if this time Master will be appeased at his success.
The pain in his chest dulled down as the night went on and he was finally able to sleep. When he slept the whispers also quieted down almost as if they were courteous to his sleep. But no matter what they would always leave him with:
Goodnight Technoblade
Sleep for the blood god
Things will get better
He wonders about that last one. How will things get better? They are completely fine as of right now. He is completely content. As long as he stays on Masters' good side, he will be fine.
He will be just fine.