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Technoblade has been hearing voices his whole life. As far back as he could remember, the voices were always there.
They made him feel torn, conflicted. Living a contradiction of feeling fear, shame and rage that make him want to rip his own hair out and hit his head against a wall until they stopped, combined with the comfort that their presence provides, knowing that if they ever disappeared, he would truly be alone.
Phil was never scared of the voices and he was never scared of Techno either. They bonded, fought, created and destroyed together, they were friends. Techno never had a friend before Phil. The voices liked Phil.
Sometimes they imitated Phil, mocking Technoblade’s loneliness. Giving him hope that his closest friend was back, hope that was dashed as soon as he remembers Phil can’t find him. Not right now.
The voices said many things, displayed many emotions. Controlling Techno more than he wants to admit.
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
Those words were common, loud and violent. The voices screamed, demanding blood, violence, demanding he return to his roots. Those words echoed in his head even when the voices weren’t all screaming them in unison.
Techno!
They imitated his friends, mimicking their voices. Tricking him. The voices were malicious in that way. They usually become particularly loud and unbearable every time he falls for it.
TECHNOBLADE NEVER DIES
The voices were on his side. Despite everything they do and say. In the end, they were always on his side. Repeating that phrase, cheering for his victory, for his life.
UR SO BAD/techno sucks lol/WHAT A NERD
The voices had a sick sense of humour. Probably picked it up from him (or did he pick it up from them?) . Everytime Techno made a slight mistake, a wrong step, putting in the wrong ingredient and accidentally making the wrong potion, not winning every time. The voices were always there to make fun of him, tormenting him daily.
E
He wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t like it. He got countless migraines from having to sit through a voice (just one) repeatedly saying that letter. Sounding louder than all the others. This voice only ever said this letter. The other voices started saying E too at times, but that one voice, low, dark, dry. It just kept saying it. He heard it every minute of every hour of every day.
The voices can all be saying the same thing or they could all be fighting to gain his attention, with many different phrases. Some of them are used only once, some stick.
Despite everything, the voices were a part of him.