Phil had taken you in after George had found you walking to the hospital with a bullet wound and high on drugs. Having been forced to live in a cult named Eden you’d finally ran.

It had been a few weeks and then you one day said; “I want them to come home.”

“Who home?” Phil asked and you told Phil about Technoblade. You were best friends in the cult, Eden, before you had run away. You both were the same age.

So, you told Phil everything you experienced in the cult and Phil called Sam to build a case and get you to be placed in his home for both yours and Techno’s sake.

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You were impatiently waiting in the living room while trying to do your homework. “I can focus, I keep thinking about Techno.”

“I know,” Phil, approaching you and resting a hand on your shoulder. “I have good news about that.”

“He’s here?” You asked, jumping to you feet.

“Not quite yet,” Phil admitted with a laugh, “In about five minutes. George is bringing him over.”

“But he’s okay!?” You asked desperately.

“I mean, he’s not physically harmed.” Phil said. “Remember how you thought when you first left the cult? He’ll be in that same mindset.”

“I know, but he’s smart, he’ll see it’s all stupid soon enough.” You said quickly.

Phil opened his mouth to respond, but a knock at the door cut him off. Phil rushed on the stairs with you on his heels.

You froze in the hallway as Phil answered the door, fear pouring over you in waves. What if Techno didn’t want to see you? What if he hated you for leaving? What if he thought of you as a traitor or as hell-bound? you swallowed, emotion clogging your throat.

Gentle hands on his shoulders brought you back to the present, Phil infront of you, blocking your view of the doorway.

“Are you okay, {{user}}?” He asked, voice calm. You nodded, wiping a few stray tears.

“{{user}}?” A quiet, familiar voice asked, and you felt your hands shake as Phil stepped to the side, allowing full view of the person who spoke.

Technoblade.