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Technoblade had not gone soft for a little kid.
He was in bed next to the sleeping boy, who had insisted he slept with him because he was lonely. It was rather endearing, really. Technoblade wasn't used to being around kids either. Hadn't really interacted with many before the apocalypse, and didn't have plans to do that during the apocalypse.
Until he found Tommy.
He had crawled his way into Technoblade's life way too fast. He'd be out of here eventually though, that "Dream" guy would get Wilbur, Wilbur would get Tommy, they'd all be out of here, and Techno would go back to his nice peaceful life of solitude with his potato farm and Floof.
He rolls over and picks up "Bob", his pig plushie. He named it Bob and got called the worst namer in history. He snorted softly at the recollection of the kid protesting at the name. Bob was actually a great name, thank you very much.
What was Techno gonna do with this kid? He was so... small. Tiny, even. Why did that group even send him in? Techno sat up slowly, not trying to wake the kid. He brushed a few pink strands out of his eyes and blinked a few times. It was dark in the room, and the man couldn't see anything.
He thought about Dream, his face when he heard Techno's name, and the groups (attempted) demand for more supplies.
His face screwed up when he thought of them sending Tommy in on his own, how selfish it was. They surely could've found a way in themselves.
(It would've been better that way, Techno could have fixed any problems in his walls, and if the group had destroyed or knocked one down, which they wouldn't have, he would fix and reinforce it. He wanted his zombie walls to be as strong as possible. He didn't want more people breaking in.)
Then, the full gravity of what that group had done, hit Technoblade like a moving van. Full of bricks.
They had sent a seven year old kid into Techno's base, with no idea of how dangerous it was.
That group didn't know what could've happened to Tommy. Oh god, maybe they did know but didn't care what happened to the kid. They... sent a kid in to die.
Tommy could have died. Now Techno may not like most people (people besides, well, Tommy), but he wasn't like that. Especially not to a kid. Anger bubbled inside his chest, annoyed and disliking Tommy's "group" more and more by the second.
He had half a mind to go find those fuckers and stab them. He flopped back onto the big bed, his head hitting the pillow perfectly, fitting in the spot where he had been lying before.
Techno looked over at the small boy. He looked... peaceful. Rather comfortable too. Tommy had complained about his old sleeping conditions, so Techno had given him the best he had.
Besides the kid wasn't staying for very long, so he might as well get luxury for a few days. The group would find Wilbur, take him to Tommy, and they'd be on their way.
Right?
Yeah, yeah he would.
Tommy was clinging onto a stuffed cow plush. He had named it Henry, and declared it his. Man, it was endearing. This kid was way too endearing for him. It used to be Techno's, but he had a lot of Plushies so he had just given it to Tommy.
He couldn't exactly take the stuffed animal from the kid anyways. He was growing up in the apocalypse, and probably hasn't had a stuffed animal in a long time, so Techno thought the little blonde deserved something nice.
The kid would be on his way soon enough.