3 Works by M_ae
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As the boy looked up at the stars through the window, he felt a familiar, empty ache in his heart join him as a silent, comfortless companion. And with how cold and heartachingly empty the shelter was while Dream was away, the dark cavity in his chest was only dug deeper.
That feeling, Tommy believed, was called loneliness– a complex, deep-seated emotion he had long gotten used to as his days grew longer without company. Even on days when he was really, genuinely happy, it would strike to remind him that he was painfully alone, because he knew well that the galaxy was full of creatures who hated him, and they wouldn't hesitate to slaughter him like they did to everyone else of his kind.
But that's just how it was when you were the last Human alive in the entire universe.
Or, Tommy's been raised as the last remaining Human alive on an isolated dwarf planet, where he's grown up shielded from the dangers that sought to kill him for his Human parts to be consumed. That is, until a strange spaceship touched down and brought with it even stranger people– including someone who looked strikingly, impossibly Human.
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"Does that taste any good?" The boy asks.
Techno looked up and caught him eyeing the blood bag in his hand. Feeling awkward and a bit perplexed, he shook the item lightly. "This?"
The boy rolled his eyes. "No, the sandwich you're eating, duh."
Wow, okay, smart-aleck. "Why are you bothering me?"
"You're a vampire, right?" The boy asked. Technoblade cringed, but nodded anyway. "I just wanna know if blood tastes good."
"Yes, it's very delicious," Techno lied, gritting his teeth together, "I'm still really hungry, though."
The unspoken threat didn't seem to scare the boy at all. In fact, he stood up and made his way over.
"Can I taste it?" He asked, stopping a few steps in front of him.
The vampire blinked, shock only growing the more the other opened his mouth. "Excuse me??"
Technoblade is an unwillingly turned vampire. He meets Wilbur during his mandatory group therapy session. Somehow, despite their differences, they become friends.
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There was a dim glow against his eyelids, obnoxiously bright. Just barely, he was finally able to open his eyes, and they burned against the biting cold. Standing above him stood a dark figure, shadowed by the orange light of torches; like a dark beast from a nightmare.
Technoblade shook.
There was a blade at his throat, the pressure of it barely cutting into his neck, and he winced as he felt a bead of blood pool out of it. He followed the blade up to its wielder. He wore a fierce snarl, eye's blazing with hatred, fury, and tears.
Technoblade recognized him now. The man standing over him, whose blade was piercing his throat, was King Philza.
"What," the King growled, his voice barely heard over all the other din, "have you done."
He didn't know. He was so cold.
Or, Queen Kristin is murdered, and Technoblade is found red-handed at the scene of the crime. There remains one problem– he wasn't the one who killed her.(Slow updates)