#cg!technoblade

You heard that Wilbur was back from the dead. You didn't know how to handle this news. You were fidgety, antsy, and having a hard time sitting still. You were in the middle of an anxiety fueled cleaning binge of your small cabin in the snowy area near Techno's home. You were even starting to have difficulty sleeping again. You should be happy to see Wilbur, but you heard that he had come back different. Come back wrong, worse than he was during Pogtopia. You looked down at your hands, noticing they were starting to shake. You decide to take a break from cleaning for now and sink to the floor feeling exhausted. You were starting to tic a bit but nothing too bad right now.

You probably needed to regress, but you just couldn't; you didn't want to be anxious while regressed or bother anyone. Right now Techno and Philza were out gathering materials for some mysterious building project, he had asked if you wanted to join them, but you had politely declined. You know any of the caregivers around the server probably wouldn't mind taking care of you, but what if they were busy? You don't want to be a burden.

You rise on shaky legs and begin to shuffle your way over to Techno's  home. The snow settles in your hair. You feel slightly left of center in your skin. You're shivering; however, it's not registering fully.

Your hands make contact with worn wood, and you push into the cozy house. Technoblade's enderman, Edward, vwoops a greeting to you, and you smile a bit, rasping out a hello of your own.

You climb up the ladder to the attic library. Techie lets you keep your coloring stuff and story books on your own shelf. Maybe doing some coloring will help ground you enough to remember where everyone is right now. You clamber off the ladder gracelessly, feeling very unsteady on your feet. You slide down the wall taking a moment to rest on the scuffed, worn wood floor. You smell something off, a smell that doesn't belong. It was like cigarettes, it dredged up a mixed bag of memories from the day Wilbur had died.

"Y/N?" A rough voice calls out to you, sounding almost shocked. You're so startled by the presence that you almost fall down the ladder. Your eyes snap to the source of the voice and your brain short circuits.

"Wil-Wilby? izzat really you?" You were so confused. There wasn't supposed to be anyone home right now. You start to feel lightheaded. Oh no, no you were starting to have trouble telling what was real.

"Y/N!" There's a panicked tone to how he says your name. He scrambles over to you and gently pulls your hands to his chest. "Y/N, hey, it's okay. Here, copy me and take some deep breaths just like this." He was making some attempt at soothing you, but the contact of his far too cold hands sent you crashing over the edge.

"Nnuh uh" you start shaking your head. "No not wilby can't be wilby not real. Not real can't be."

You were fully spiraling now, a complete breakdown was inevitable at this point and you couldn't stop panicking. You struggle to scoot back away from the man you thought of like a brother. His grip loosened and you feel one of your hands begin knocking against your head, the other found its way into your mouth. 

Distantly you're aware that there was a sound like someone clambering down the ladder. Some time after that a door opened downstairs, but you couldn't process what that means right now.

Everything was too much.

Your movements had stilled, but your hand was still resting firmly between your gritted teeth.

You heard someone climbing up the ladder and you curl tighter into a ball.

You were bad, you were mean to Wilby.

Techie is gonna be so mad at you.

He's not gonna wanna take care of you anymore because you're bad.

You feel like you're moving in slow motion when you look up to try and make sense of what was going on around you.

Techno is sitting on the floor in front of you. How long had he been there before you noticed? You were very out of it. He looks worried.

"Hey, kiddo, I'm here, Techie's here now." He slowly reaches out a hand and gently touches the wrist belonging to the hand in your mouth. "Little one, I need you to let go of your hand okay?"

You nod weakly, managing to loosen up your jaw and pull your hand free. He lightly touches the side of your face.

"Thank you bubs. Do you wanna tell Techie what happened? You seem pretty shaken up."

"Techie m sowwy, I was bad an mean to wilby n, m sorry."  You're flapping your hands a bit, trying to stim out some of your negative emotions. "I gots scawed cus wilby was here an I didn't know anyone was here an I started dis-dissa-" You were struggling to say disassociating, Techno seemed to understand anyway and for that you were thankful. "I gots really scared cus I couldn't tell what was real anymore. Wilby tried to help me calm down but I was bad n I couldn't, n I made him upset."

"Oh little one, I'm sure Wilby will understand, we just have to explain what happened, okay? Are you feeling calm enough to do that now, or would you like to calm down a bit more first?" Techno ruffles your hair a bit. "Wil's downstairs cuddling up to Steve and Philza so he's okay right now."

You make grabby hands for your caregiver and he pulls you over into his lap, cradling you.

"Do you want to play the grounding game, bug?" He asks you softly, as he could see you were a bit out of it still.

"Mmmhmm, please Techie need help focusin."

"Okay bug, can you count how many diamonds are on the enchanting table?" You nod and count to four on your fingers, holding them up proudly. "Good job kiddo, now can you discribe Techie's cape?"

He holds a part of it up for you to hold, you take it in your hands for a moment. You take meticulous mental notes of the color, weight, and materials used to make it.

"Techie's cape is crimson red, but kinda looks like candy apple red next to the snow, it's made of a heavy velvety fabric with a fluffy white fur trim." Your hand trails up to the clasps holding it around his shoulders, you then fidget with the chain. "The chain is gold n enchaned so it can't break, I 'member you tellin me dat, and then Dadza n Wilby gave you the gems on the claspy bits, then theres one dangly dat matches Tommy's an the other dangly is from Ranboo."

"Very good job baby bug, do you remember what they're all called?" You think for a bit, and nod.

"Dadza gave you an em-emald (emerald), Wilby gave you a flint, Tommy has a bedrock that matches dis one." You push it lightly with your index finger, "an ranboo gave you a totem! To keeps you safe, but das just insurance becus Techie never dies! Never ever!"

"That's right kid, Technoblade never dies!" He ruffled your hair again, laughing softly. "Are you feelin better buggie?"

"Yeps! I'm all back togever! We go 'splain to wilby now?" Your head tilts to the side a bit, like a puppy.

"Of course, I'll go first down the ladder and you follow me okay?"

"Okie! I can do dat!"

The two of you make your way down to the others, and are greeted with an adorable sight. Wilbur was snuggled up into Steve's fluffy fur, with Philza gently combing his fingers through wilburs curly, messy hair. He looks worried, but perks up when he sees the two of you.

"Y/N! Are you feeling better?" He sits up a bit.

"Ya, 'm feelin much better Wilby." You then explain to him what happend, and apologize for making him upset.

"Oh y/n, I'm just relieved that your okay now, that was really scary." He ruffles his hands through Steve's fur. "Plus I know the feeling, sometimes it doesn't feel like I'm actually here, like the universe is just gonna snap back to how it was and I'll be trapped in that God forsaken train station again."

"Wilby, is okay, if chu feel like dats jus come find me n we can play the groundin game n den you'll feel aaaaaall better!" You grin at him, and he smiles back. Then he looks up at Techno, looking like he had a question for his brother.

"Yes Wil?"

"Can you be my caregiver still? An can Phil help sometimes?" He looked so shy and nervous.

"Oh of course little man, I wouldn't pass up that opportunity in a million years." Techno smiles at his brother, looking very content.

"Well duh Wil, you're my son. I'd love to relive the years when you were a cute little brat, and not a tall rat of a man." Phil chuckles warmly, no malice in his tone. Wilbur wasn't upset, he was delighted that now he had two caregivers. "I'll even keep an eye on the other little one if you need me to Tech."

"Awe the old man wants to babysit." Techno teased, and laughed heartily.

Despite all the fun you were having joking around and listening to everyone talk, you were starting to get sleepy. So you pull on Technos sleeve and let him know. It looks like Wilbur was also starting to get tuckered out as he was attempting to stifle a yawn to no avail.

Techno ushers the two of you up the ladder again to get to your little things. Philza follows behind him and soon enough the two of you are changed into some comfy sleeping clothes. There was a bit of crying to be had when Wilbur realized Techno had kept his little things safe for all that time.

Kinoko Kingdom. It was their worst dealing with a country yet. Ranboo wanted to keep it more impartial, but Karl already admitted to using his power against his citizens, to be fair in trivial ways, but still being used. That went against what the syndicate stood for and thus, Ranboo was set against his own beliefs once again. He hardly knew anyone in Kinoko Kingdom, all he knew was that they were a monarchy and living on top of Niki.

They somehow managed to settle it peacefully. Without Ranboo there.

Instead of staying for debate, he stepped out like he had been offered to before and stayed in Niki’s house, sitting by the nether portal.

He just couldn’t do it. He knew he didn’t have any room to advocate for them, but he also didn’t have the attachment to put himself on the line for.

So, he sat by the portal, waiting, until Niki came by and smiled, saying they came to an agreement. Ranboo was far too stressed to understand the terms, just nodding along while Technoblade explained, Niki humming along in agreement. Niki seemed happy, and so did Techno, so Ranboo should have felt better, but he got himself so wound up that they might trust him less after this and of the possibility of him having to fight against his wants again, that he couldn’t sit still. He said his goodbyes to Niki, then followed Techno through the portal, holding a grass block he got from just outside Niki’s base, tucking it against himself. Technoblade managed to carry the conversation, explaining everything that had happened, joking about being disappointed that he didn’t get to use his withers again.

Ranboo walked through the portal and started walking home. Techno yelped and jumped to the side, just in time for Ranboo to turn around and see a creeper, throwing the dirt block at it as it blew up, tossing him to the ground in the snow. Techno snorted since Ranboo clearly wouldn’t be hurt, he was in netherite afterall, and walked over to help him up, “yeah, that block sure showed hi-”

Ranboo was clearly crying, but he tried to keep his head down when he took Technoblade’s hand, standing. Ranboo was way too tall for Technoblade to not see his face, though.

Techno made a nervous noise, then tried to get Ranboo into the gated area, “hey, hey, it’s fine. You know, we got plenty of pots. Ranboo, hey-” Ranboo shook his head and rubbed the tears away with his sleeve, still whimpering.

He rubbed Ranboo’s shoulder, then paused, “wait- do- do your tears have water?”

Ranboo gave a little nod, following Techno inside.

“Bruh, you rolled like the worst genetics possible.”

Ranboo gave a little tired laugh and took Techno’s hand off of him, then whined at the tears, sitting down on the couch, trying to dry them off without getting some other part of him wet. Technoblade used some tissues to wipe it up, then looked at the tracks under Ranboo’s eyes, “wow. Really got that main character mark.”

Ranboo hummed and looked down.

Techno got up and grabbed some healing pots, “you okay though? Like really?”

Ranboo messed with his gloves and shook his head.

Techno looked Ranboo over, “do you not have protection on there or something?”

Ranboo looked confused then pointed at his own armor and nodded to say that it did have protection on it.

“Then what's wrong?”

Ranboo pulled up his communicator and typed out, ‘Im little.’

Techno sighed, looking at it on his after he heard the beep, “Yeah, I know that, but like- come on, you’ve been off all day, and the creeper was the thing to make you drop?”

Ranboo stared at Techno with big eyes, but Techno didn’t look back until he sat down. “Let’s get some healing pots on there. I’ll try not to look.”

Ranboo nodded and leaned forward into the rag with the healing potion on it, letting Technoblade put it over the scar.

Techno finished and stood up, “alright, I’ll get enderchest for you and the block, you stay here.” Technoblade pulled a blanket from under the couch and put it on top of Ranboo, then left.

Ranboo never told Technoblade that he regressed but somehow Techno knew it. Maybe he was just that easy to read. But this blanket smelled like Ranboo’s laundry despite the fact he’d never seen it before. It was a quilt made probably by Techno, seeing as he knew Phil didn’t sew, but it was still weird to him.

But it was smooth and thick so Ranboo didn’t care, just curling up and getting comfortable in the blanket.

Techno came back and placed enderchest on Ranboo’s legs, then plopped a block of green wool on Ranboo’s chest.

Ranboo let out a little vwoop for the first time around Techno, then immediately stuffed his face into the block in embarrassment.

Enderchest crawled up onto Ranboo’s stomach and leaned against the block Ranboo was squeezing.

Techno sat on what little was left of the couch, grabbing a book from the same place the blanket came from. He flipped to somewhere near the middle, then started to read, adding his own commentary along with it. It was a book of fairy tales.

Ranboo looked up as Techno began describing a cruel kingdom, making Ranboo whimper and sit up some.

Techno looked over, then set the book down, “okay, something’s up.”

Ranboo looked down and hugged the block some more, shaking his head.

“You know you don’t have to be part of the syndicate, Ranboo.”

Ranboo let out a whine at that.

“Man, come on, just- okay, what’ll get you to sleep today?”

Ranboo shrugged and looked around the room, then stared at the little record played to the side left over from Tommy.

Techno hummed, “sorry, kid, I don’t have a disk.”

Ranboo ran his hands over the wool, then took in a little breath, “I do.”

Techno frowned softly, then nodded, “okay, in your house, right?”

Ranboo nodded, then smiled a bit when Enderchest nuzzled his hand.

Techno left again, going for the disks.

Ranboo talked softly in ender to his cat, laughing every once in a while. Enderchest seemed very happy with that, purring against him.

Techno finally came back and decided to go with chirp, placing it into the player.