TechnoAnxiety

Week 5: Pt 1: Glitter Bombs

Week 5 (First week of the year) 

Part 1:

(TRIGGER WARNING

Please don't ignore the trigger warning. Please skip unless you...

a) like torturing yourself (please don't)
b) legitimately are ok with reading this

-My shitty writing

-My terrible brain always wanting to make things into angst

-Panic attacks

-Hurt/Comfort)

(I swear to all good things, I tried to keep ships out of this!! This is platonic... celstri, I see you doubting me, shut up... /j

Ok, this is really really really short because I can't right now- So this does not reflect my writing, just yeah. My brain just can't right now. (future me: yeah, so I wrote a lot more when I edited this..))

Techno's POV

"Prince Techno!" I hear, and I turn around to see someone waving a piece of paper in my face. "Is it true you fought Prince Dream?"

I stutter, shrinking back. Usually Wilbur, Tommy and Phil were there to protect me, generally answering the questions for me. But they were out on an errand.

One of my knights, one that I nicknamed Joey (y'all liked him, he's now a recurring time-space continuum travelling character) , stepped in front of me. "Please step back, sir." He said in his smooth voice.

I pull my cape around me, clipping it together. I put a hand on Joey's shoulder. "I'll deal with this."

I walk in front of him, smiling awkwardly. A group of reporters had gathered, all of them waving at me, wanting my attention. My throat constricts.

"Prince Technoblade! Where were you on Sunday?"

"I-"

"Prince Technoblade! Is it true you liked dogs!"

"I do, yes, bu-"

"Prince Technoblade-"

"Please stop!" I shout, waving my hands around. They quiet down, meekly subsiding. "Thank you. Now, please, form a line if you want to talk to me."

So they do, and I watch as about 50 people, clad in reporter clothing and phones, line up and push each other to get in front.

My head starts hurting, and I sigh.

"First one." The square was still loud, noisy, and everything jumping at me. "Who?"

"Prince Technoblade, where are your family?"

I catch my breath. "Uh- I- They're on an errand." I say, trying to maintain some sort of royalty.

Getting closer to me, he follows up questions, getting closer and closer until I could smell the brandy on his breath, and I shrink away, adjusting my glasses.

Breathing quickly, I quietly mutter. "Please stop."

Under my glasses, I twirl my hair for something I can fiddle with. "N-Next?" I ask, my voice shaking.

"Prince, when are you going to-"

And everything clouds around me, words mashing into each other, spinning around. I shake my head, trying to dislodge the overwhelmed tears from my eyes. I feel a tap on my shoulder.