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issybettyx · 2 years ago

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I was listening to ‘the Red means I love you’ again yesterday, and my brain started creating a bedrock bros au, so i’m going to explain it because i can

It is a bit long, so 🫶 (it’s basically a short fic)

This was so fun to write, enjoy :D

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— // murder, death, blood

Technoblade was known as the Blood God. But Techno wasn’t a god, he was human; the chorusing voices in his head told him he held a strong power, told him he could kill and make people bleed. They told him he was wasting potential, so he stopped wasting it.

His name was given by the public, scared and shaking as they reported on the murder of a 17 year old student; she’d been attending a school dance and was murdered in cold blood, no traces left behind but a smear of blood purposely placed across her cheek.

What the public didn’t see was Technoblade, easily gaining entry under a name from an attendee who’d been sick and couldn’t show up, a red sparkling masquerade mask covering his face but showing his crimson eyes, scanning the room before meeting the gaze of a girl. The dress she wore was long, the red colour matching the mask Techno wore, her blonde hair tied back into a bun as she wore a content smile, greeting everyone as she walked by.

They also didn’t see as Techno sent a knife through her stomach, and left out the backdoor.

“Great work tonight Ares, didn’t expect much from a newby.” Schlatt drawled that night, throwing $1000 across the table that Techno immediately took, placing it in his satchel as he threw his masquerade mask back to the man. Schlatt was a power hungry man, but he was also absolutely loaded, so he paid people to do his bidding, to kill people that he’d been requested to. “Do I have the pleasure of learning your name?”

“Confidentiality is important to me, Schlatt,” Techno had returned, hands held in front of him as the voices yelled to shoot him with the gun sat in it’s holster on his belt. Ignoring them, he continued, “My name is important to me, and not something I give away without knowing the person well enough.”

“I thought we were becoming friends.” Schlatt replied with a frown, but Techno grimaced; in actuality, he hated the man, but money was money, and if anyone had money it was Schlatt.

“I have no friends, they’re weaknesses.” He returned, giving Schlatt a short nod before going to make his way out of the room, “Have a nice evening.”

“Pleasure doing business with you, Ares.”

When he’d gotten home that night, Schlatt had already sent him the profile of the next person he was being paid to kill.

Death wasn’t something he enjoyed, by all means Technoblade wasn’t a sadist, and when he’d gotten the message of his next victim something sour rose in his throat, but he sucked it up.

And soon, the death tally ticked up.

Soon, every time he got a message from Schlatt, the taste in his mouth wasn’t sour, nor was it sweet. It just… got dull. The man gained a sort of apathy towards it, and killing got easier by the day.

“The Blood God has struck again,” the news blared into Techno’s house as he threw another popcorn into his mouth, eyes starting to drift shut in boredom, “His 17th known victim was found dead at 6:15pm this evening, blood smeared across his cheek.” The reporter explained, glancing down at the paper on the desk as they held down the quiver in their voice. “No suspects have been recorded, but police investigations have been confirmed to be continuing. Back to you Rosa.”

Techno flicked off the TV, attempting to slip off to sleep, but a buzz from his phone made him lift it to his face, reading the message from Schlatt with a quiet sigh that was lost to his quiet home.

Schlatt: *Link to profile* this one came in from an anonymous donor, I should hope you can pull through Ares, they’re paying 100 grand for his head

Mindlessly, he clicked on the profile, eating another handful of popcorn as he read it over.

Name: Thomas Watson (Tommy)

Age: 17

Birthday: April 9th 2004

Appearance: Blue eyes, Blonde hair, 6’1, Caucasian

Pronouns: He/Him

Family: Older brother Wilbur Watson, Father Phil Watson

Close friends: Tubbo (Last name unknown), Ranboo (Last name unknown) (has memory problems)

Education: Snowchester Academy

Home: 17 Porting Avenue

Commonly appears: Library

Trust issues: Decides who he trusts based on “vibes”

Best course of action: N/A

This boy sounded strangely familiar. Techno had never heard his name before, never heard of his family or his home. But the things listed reminded him of someone.

A voice in his head said it reminded him of himself. The man pushed it away immediately, and drifted off to sleep.

—

Techno was never one to murder without a mask. He wasn’t insane.

But Tommy was a special case.

The thing with Tommy was, he wasn’t stupid. He got straight A’s in school, and when he took an online test of social awareness relating to strangers’ behaviours, he got 100% of it correct.

The only way Techno could even get remotely close to killing this kid was to gain his trust, lure him away, and stab him dead in an alleyway.

Techno could always shoot him, his gun had good range, but something about that didn’t sit right with him. Something told him it wasn’t the best idea, that he’d get caught too easily, and then Schlatt would be upset he lost them a life changing amount of money.

The man decided to meet him in library, his newly dyed pink hair out of his face in a bun, reading glasses perched on his nose as he subtly scanned the room, checking for cameras, counting witnesses, before finally finding Tommy. He was sat with a book in hand, a small smile on his face as his eyes scanned the page. After only a second of looking at him, the boy glanced up at him, a questioning look on his face.

“Can I help you?” He asked, blue eyes glinting perfectly in the artificial light. Something foreign grew in Techno’s chest, and he pushed it down immediately, giving the boy a small smile before slowly making his way over to him.

“I need a book recommendation, I heard you’re the boy to come to?” Techno returned, the words flowing with practiced ease as he made his way just a few feet away from the boy. Strangely, a look of uncertainty crossed his face.

“Who sent you?” He asked slowly, shutting his book with a sort of subtlety only Techno could spot, but the boy kept a small smile on his face nonetheless.

“Ranboo,” Techno replied, keeping his smile even as Tommy continued to stare, almost as if he was searching into his very soul for the truth, “I’m a new student, and i’ve been getting into reading.”

After a moment, admittedly an extremely long one, of silence, Tommy smiled, slipping his book into his bag as Techno masked his relief with a feigned smile of excitement.

That same feeling rose in his chest, harder to push down than before as he followed Tommy through the library, watching him point at every section and explain his love for them. The voices cooed and awed, which was awfully unlike them. They used to daydream of killing them, they used to prod Techno with constant reminders of what he had to do. And it helped. With his job anyways.

But now?

Now they didn’t support it.

If Techno even thought about how to kill Tommy for a second, they would scream at him, yell and cry and kick until Techno got an earsplitting headache.

This went on for two weeks.

And Schlatt was pissed.

“You still haven’t killed him.”

“I know.”

“You’re supposed to be the best at this.”

“I know.”

“You’re the Blood God, Ares.” He stressed, running an annoyed hand through his hair with a groan. Techno didn’t so much as blink. “You kill, you feel nothing, you move onto the next one. The public fear you, Ares.”

“I’m trying my best, Schlatt-“

“Well clearly your best isn’t good enough.” He spat back without hesitation, and that made something inside him stir, it made the voices rage. Not only were they mad at Schlatt for insulting Technoblade in such a way, but also at the very idea of hurting Tommy.

Tommy, who was nothing more than a school student, had made the voices grow attached.

Techno refused to get attached to someone who was meant to die by his hands.

He refused.

Whole-heartedly.

Tommy wasn’t special to him at all.

Nope.

“He’s a special case, do you not trust me to do what’s best for your company?” Techno tried, and when Schlatt went to reply, he interrupted once more, “You’ve given me a lot, and I wouldn’t dare drag anything on longer than need be.”

That was a lie. That voices reminded him the moment he said it of every moment he could’ve killed the kid before and he found an excuse not to go through with it.

That part mostly went unsaid.

“If Tommy isn’t dead by his 18th, we’re going to have a problem, Ares.”

Techno smiled. It was short, and it was brief, but it was also temporary relief.

Without another word, Techno left, sighing as he let the tension fall from his shoulders.

—

“Wilbur plays guitar,” Tommy confessed as he explained his family to Techno. It had been a month since they’d met, and Techno had found he struggled to go a day without talking to the kid, the feeling in his chest now one he was unable to repress. “He said he’ll sing me a song for my birthday, wrote it himself.” He finished as he chewed on his sandwich, Techno nodding with a smile.

The smile was fake, and Tommy knew that, immediately catching on.

“What’s up? You’ve been upset for the past couple weeks.”

In reality, since Techno’s meeting with Schlatt where he promised he would kill Tommy, he found himself considering every way to prevent the kid’s death rather than how to cause it. The voices seemed to agree with this change of thought, encouraging him and giving him ideas.

Some said to lie to Schlatt, fake the kid’s death, run away with him so he would be safe from any other mercenary that Schlatt had hired.

Others said to kill Schlatt, but with how many allies that man had Techno knew that wasn’t an option.

“Dave?”

“My name’s Technoblade.” The man said suddenly, throwing Tommy off for a moment as he considered everything that had just been revealed. To most people, a name was a name.

To Techno, his name was only given to the people he loved and trusted most, he’d only ever given it to one person before. To Techno, his name was his own and no one elses to say.

To Tommy, Techno’s name wasn’t… well, Techno. He wondered why the man hadn’t told him to start with. He wondered why Techno’s face was equally as shocked as his own. He wondered why the man had such a strange name.

“I didn’t- I mean-“

“It’s alright, Techno,” Tommy returned quickly, pausing the man’s racing thoughts if only for a moment. The pause was purely from the relief of hearing his real name come from the boy’s mouth.

On that day, Technoblade decided he would do everything in his power to protect this kid, no matter the cost.

The kill count of the Blood God would end at number 17.

(The voices weren’t too happy about that, but they decided it would be fine if Tommy was alright.)

“Tommy.” Techno started, and boy how he knew he would regret this. But Tommy didn’t expect for him to continue speaking, he assumed his stress was over his name, but the tension had hardly fell from his shoulders since. “Tommy you’re- I’m-“

“Ares.” A voice came from behind him, dark and holding something Techno had only heard from the blood-thirsty chorusing in his head.

Schlatt.

Tommy paused, glancing at Techno for an explanation, but the man bit his lip.

The profile had said his birthday was on the 9th. He had until tomorrow to think of a plan.

“I said by his 18th.” Schlatt explained, and when Tommy looked back at Techno, he saw tears brimming in his eyes he was trying hard to keep down. “You’ve let me down.”

Why this man knew Techno, he wasn’t sure.

Why this man called Techno Ares, he also wasn’t sure, but he also wasn’t going to give the man away.

“Don’t worry man,” Tommy cut in, a smile on his face, carefully shaped in resignation that Techno found way too convincing for it to be faked, “We have an arrangement, it’s tonight, you’re all good.”

Schlatt shot him a confused look, looking between the two in confusion.

“What?”

Techno looked at Tommy, equally as confused.

Thankfully Schlatt didn’t notice.

“Listen.” Tommy tried, standing from his seat easily. “It’s okay, we have it sorted, I just wanted to wait a bit longer, i’m on your side.”

“You-“ Schlatt tried, pointing at Tommy before turning to Techno, the man slowly nodding as his pink hair bobbed over his shoulders, “You’re okay with it?”

“Yeah.” He replied, not entirely sure what he was saying they were doing but glad Techno was going along with it. “You have nothing to worry about big man.”

After a way too long moment, Schlatt sighed, pinching his nose as he muttered something to himself, stalking off without another word.

The moment the man was out of earshot, Tommy spoke again.

“What the fuck is he on about?” Tommy laughed out, pointing at the direction Schlatt had walked off in. Techno was too stunned to speak, eyes distant as his hands shook on the table. The voices mumbled to each-other, trying to find a way around this.

“Tommy, I’m the Blood God.”

The boy raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair as he crossed his arms over his chest, taking in the seriousness in the man’s voice.

He realised the man wasn’t lying.

No words came out of his open mouth.

“I was sent to kill you.”

Silence.

“But I’m not going to.”

“But you have to.”

“Well-“

“That dickhead will kill you if you don’t kill me!” Tommy pressed, leaning back forward and pressing his hands to the table. It was a little scary. “You have to.”

“I’m not killing you Tommy-“

“No one will even notice.”

“Tommy-“

“I promise i’ll be quiet, just promise to make it painless, you did it with the others you can do it again-”

“I can’t kill you, Tommy.” Techno said it with so much desperation the boy finally went quiet, watching a single tear fall down the man’s face as he ran a shaking hand through his hair, eyes shut as he muttered inaudible words to himself. “I’ve told you my name.”

He scoffed, “That doesn’t mean anything.”

“Tommy you’re the only living person who knows who I am, who I really am.” He tried to get the message across, tried to let the boy know, but he seemed clueless, and the voices screamed at him to just say it. When Tommy didn’t reply, he was too distracted by the screams to stop himself “I love you, you’re my brother, and I can’t let you go now.”

Most people would’ve found out one of their best friends was one of the most wanted murderers and reported them to the police, maybe would’ve ran and screamed. But Tommy stayed still, thinking over the situation in his head.

Techno had killed at least 17 people before, and completely slipped past any suspicion. He was told to kill Tommy, but he didn’t and was now refusing to do so.

He should be scared, he should report him or do something logical, make the straight A’s worth it.

But he couldn’t.

“Then what’s the plan?” He asked with a growing smile, the determination settling into his face shocking Techno a little; he didn’t expect anything good from this, and yet here Tommy sat, continuing to stay alongside him despite every single death that sat splattered blood on his hand, ever smear of red he’d pressed to someone’s face apparently meant nothing to the kid.

Techno smiled back.

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