(Discontinued) ⚣ METANOIA ! technobladexmalereader

𝗧𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗘𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵

(Chapter hasn't been edited yet and needs to be really bad so sorry for the weird shift in y/n personality)

Tw: probs swearing idk

Y/n POV

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As Technoblade walked towards the door he left a small lantern.

"Here." He said as he left.

I looked down at the lantern and felt my face get very hot.

I flex my fingers and pull my right leg up to my chest.

"He's breaking me to pieces." I mumbled. I wasn't even sure what I meant when I said that, but it felt true.

I looked at the lantern as I could see a fait flame flicker, behind the dark stained glass.

I then look back down at my half paralyzed leg.

I still felt nearly impossible to move, but at least I didn't feel hopeless.

It was odd to see my whole cell at once, I felt lonelier. Being in the small old room.

I closed my eyes, and I thought about kasumi being here with me.

I imagined him sitting at the other end of the room smiling.

The illusionary, silhouette of kasumi slowly turned into a tall, salmon haired boy.

His mauve eye stared at mine with that grin I only for small perfected moments.

The image of the prince was sitting crisscross leaning against the ruined walls.

As I continued thinking of the pink boy, I started to fall back into the familiar, restless slumber.

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Technoblade's POV

I headed down the dungeon hallway with my face stained a dark red.

I tried my best to calm my self down so my flustered checks would go back to my pale skin tone.

But my heart was racing faster than it ever has before.

My chest was bundled with butterflies.

Why was I feeling like this?!

It's like a fresh wound that doesn't hurt, instead it made me feel floatly.

I managed to take a few deep breaths, slowing down my heartbeat.

"He's going to be the death of me." I repeated to myself.

I was about to head to the dungeon stairway, then I remembered that I still needed to visit kasumi.

I groaned in annoyance.

I just about went up the stairs anyways, but a shrike of guilt washed over me as I remembered y/n face of worry for the boy.