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Techno took in a deep breath, allowing the thoughts to creep down his throat and wrap around his heart, pressing tightly as they took root. Completely in control, just as they always were. "Don't lie to me like that," he said. His voice sounded almost robotic; void of the assumed anger, the mourning of his freedom, the regret that Wilbur so desperately wanted to see in him. "We both know that all you want here is a confession, that way you can ship me off to a life in hell until I drop dead and everyone forgets I even existed. I'm not naive, Siren. You can assume all you'd like about me, but never, ever assume that I am a fool." Wilbur's eyes bore into his soul as his arms crossed tightly over his chest, as though he were trying to reassure himself. If Techno were to look closer, he would be able to see the tears that shone in his eyes. --- or, Technoblade has lived his life as a bloodthirsty villain, controlled by the manipulative voices in his head. When he is finally apprehended by the heroes, the sbi league decide rehabilitation is the only way to save him--regardless of the secrets behind their identities or, the long-awaited dark techno rehabilitated villain fic -- as always, this is reposted from my OWN ao3 account (since i prefer to read and write on there). if you see anyone else copying my content, please let me know immediately. This is the only place where it should be reposted ALL OF MY FICS ARE PLATONIC!! IF YOU READ IT AS OTHERWISE, GET AWAY art by @Meiph1s on twitter
Chapter One
