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techno wished he could sleep normally, just laying down he could still feel it, hands he was supposed to trust holding him down, telling techno he was so grown up, just the way he liked them.
techno huffed loudly as he sat up, rubbing at his forehead with his palms, attempting to scrub away the memory and awful thoughts.
hes going to come back.
no, he isnt, techno tried to shake the thoughts from his head but that seemed to bring them on tenfold.
youdeservedit hesrightacrossthehall philisntgoingtostophim youlikeditdidntyou youdidntstophim youcouldveyouwantedityouwantedit
his mind was going to fast and techno did the only thing that seemed rational, he had to get out of his room so, he threw the blankets off of him and rushed out.
he hadnt expected to be stopped, way too familiar hands grabbing his shoulders. technos only 15, he shouldnt have to go through this, he wants phil. phil, he just wanted his dad.
"techno?" it was wilbur, "whats wrong? wanna go to my room?" techno knew if he opened his eyes he would see that look wilbur would be giving him, that same predatory look wilbur gave him just about a year ago.
"i jus' wan' dad, wilb' please, lemme go," techno felt the others hands grip tighter, causing techno to whine softly from the pain.
"tech, didnt we make a promise, you're not going to tell dad," wilbur paused as he brought up a hand to technos face, brushing his curly hair out of his face, "right?"
techno shook his head violently, he just wanted to be away from wilbur.
"wilby?" another voice seemed to join them, it was tommy.
techno gasped as he finally opened his eyes, looking back at tommy, he had stepped from his room and started walking to techno. techno pulled away from wilbur, he let him go easily as techno stumbled towards tommy, placing his hands on tommys shoulder.
"i need dad toms," techno barely managed to get the words out, wilbur came up and put his hands on technos waist, almost pulling him back from tommy.
"lets get him to dads room," wilbur instructed the younger boy, tommy grabbed both of technos hands, leading him to their dads room. wilbur stayed behind him, practicality pressed against him. tommy didnt seem any wiser to technos misery.
techno felt bad when they entered, phil was fast asleep in bed, his wings practically covering him, it looked like he collapsed into bed.
tommy jumped on the bed, technos labored breathing filled the room as wilbur brought him closer. Tommy started shaking phil, he woke up with a start and leaned into tommy, listening to him intently.
"dont you say anythin' tec," wilbur let him go, moving one hand to his shoulder, techno stumbled forward, nausea hitting him hard.
"technos upset, i dont know why but he wants you," tommy looked back at techno, "but i helped!" he seemed excited as he whipped back to phil, he was staring at wilbur and techno.
"yeah, yeah you did," techno moved over to the bed, sitting next to tommy and bringing him in close. tommy accepted this, he was young and clingy which was a big benefit for when techno didnt want to be alone with wilbur.
phil rubbed his back, whispering encouraging words as techno shoved his face into tommys hair, he smelled like dirt but that was probably his natural scent by now.
when techno looked up, wilbur was gone. that seemed to calm him down greatly, he wondered if phil noticed if he did he hadnt said anything. he felt lighter as phil started to readjusted the two younger kids. techno curled around tommy who was laying on phils chest. tommy had fallen asleep again, snoring softly.
phil had started to thread his fingers through technos pink hair, his fingers brushing technos pointy ears.
"techno, bubba, whats wrong?" phil asked quietly, techno wished phil wasnt smart to notice small things about techno.
"bad dream," techno lied through his teeth, phil caught it though, like he always did when techno lied.
"techno, dont fuckin' lie to me," his tone was gentle but held a certain tone that made techno want to spill all of.his secrets, "i cant help you if you dont tell me whats wrong," phil grabbed technos face, causing techno to place his chin on tommys head.
there was a long silence before phil spoke again, "it cant be me or tommy," phil seemed to be working it out through his head, "is it wilbur? it cant be his humor, no one cries that hard just from wilburs bullying," phil was thinking out loud, studying technos face.
"but its wilbur, isnt it?"
techno sniffled softly, he wanted to tell phil but the many threats wilbur made towards him were drilled into his brain. techno could feel rough hands on him again, he wants to run away but tommy was practically weighing his hands down.
"can you tell me what he did," phil asked softly, he sounded like he was on the verge of tears.
another long silence before phil sighed defeated.
"technoblade, can you just tell me if it was wilbur?" phil rubbed just under technos eye, "you dont need to tell me what he did but i cant keep you safe if you dont speak,"
techno nodded, breathing out slowly. everything was set on fire, he felt like wilbur would barge into the room and do every bad thing that fell from his lips.
"ill do it again tec, you tell anyone, and ill make it worse,"
"get over yourself! you'll ruin this family then who'll tommy have? tommy wont have his big brother anymore 'cause you want to be selfish and lie!"
"it never even happened tech, whatever your thinkin' of never happened, just your sick mind taking a fucked up fantasy and making it reality,"
techno buried his head back into tommys hair, hoping he wasnt disturbing tommy in his deep sleep.
phil ran his hands through technos hair again.
"okay tech, can i ask a few more questions? we can wait until tomorrow to talk," phil sounded gentle, pushing technos hair back. techno nodded, if wilbur really was going to kill or hurt him more, he'll lay it out for phil in any way he can.
"is it somethin' that can also hurt tommy?" techno thought over the question, tommy had been brought in when he was about five, wilbur wouldve been enthralled with techno by the time all of them got used to tommy being around. wilbur could also move on to tommy after techno started to fight back, techno didnt like thinking about it.
techno nodded, phil let out a breath, humming softly as a wing brought the two of them closer to phil, wrapping about techno softly.
"okay, okay," there was a few beats of silence, tommys soft breathing and snoring along with technos still heavy breathing filled the room.
"can you tell me when this may have started?" phil was careful with his wording, his voice slow and clearly tired.
techno took his time answering this one, mostly because he didnt know. if he had to pinpoint an age it wouldve been around when he was eight? maybe, the more he thinks about it the more panic fills his chest and his throat tightens so he stops thinking.
"may-" technos clears his throat, shaking his head as he looks back up at phil, "around when i was eight?" it was more of a question to himself but, phil seemed to get it and cringed back.
"i wish i could've stopped it from happening, your such a good kid techno," phil spoke softly, he sounded angry and for a second, techno thought he was mad at him, that phil would yell at techno for being a liar.
techno choked down a sob as he stuffed his hair but into tommys long hair, there was a sharp intake of breath from phil. phil put his hand on one of technos arms, squeezing it reassuringly.
"its fine techno, i wont let wilbur lay a finger on you anymore, im here for you techno, bubba," phil didnt sound angry anymore, techno tried to calm himself down, hoping his shaking didnt disturb tommy.
apparently, it did as tommy shuffled around, turning around to wrap his arms around techno.
"love you," his voice was muffled into technos chest, techno curled around him more. phil shuffled closer to the two, keeping them close.
techno fell asleep and he didnt wake up again to phantom hands, he slept and he felt safe. techno didnt even have a bad dream, it was dreamless but it was better than dirty words.
tomorrow would be stressful for techno but, maybe it would be fine. maybe everything would be fine again.
techno can only be hopeful when his eyes flutter open and theres shouting downstairs, tommy is still in his arms, whimpering and talking to himself or techno.
"please get up tec," oh, hes talking to techno.
techno brings him in closer, back to their original position with technos head in tommys hair.
"'m right here tommy, everything will be okay,"