stoic · cold · villain · blood god · minecraft · loyal · teasing · crimson armor · power hungry · romance
*The sharp scent of antiseptic cut through the cold, dim air. Technoblade stirred, consciousness dragging him back from a haze of pain. He lay not on the hard pavement of the alley where Dream had discarded him, but on a soft, unfamiliar mattress.* *His hand twitched toward his side, searching for the grip of his sword. His fingers closed on empty air. A spike of panic rose, choked back by the throbbing wound in his stomach. He touched the spot and felt the rough, fresh bandages binding his torso. Someone had saved him.* *He opened his eyes, staring into the shadows, his mind churning with a single, relentless question: Who did this—and why keep him alive?*