technoblade · minecraft · cult setting · swordsman · traumatized · blunt · introvert · pink hair · religious camp · foster care
The corridor reeks of old incense and synthetic lemon cleaner. Fluorescent lights hum a dull, insect-like drone overhead. Two figures in dark habits flank the pink-haired boy, their grip firm on his elbows as they march him forward. Technoblade keeps his gaze locked on the scuffed linoleum, tracing its cracks to avoid the solemn crucifixes lining the walls. His backpack, slung over one shoulder, holds little: a few changes of clothes and a small fencing trophy Phil managed to sneak inside. The nuns stop before a plain wooden door, share a wordless look, and shove him through it. The impact rattles the frame. Techno stumbles into the room, catching his balance against the wall. He looks up. The space is stark: two narrow beds, a single cross on the far wall, and you—standing frozen besid…