1 Prologue

The voices chanted in my ears over Schlatt's shrills.

~Kill him! Shoot him! KILL HIM KILL HIM KILL HIM KILL HIM KILL –

I squeezed the trigger and stood solidly against the recoil. The voices cheered in my head,

~YES! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

I looked down at the crumpled Tubbo hanging against his stone shackles. The guilt I felt didn't quite reach the surface and I turned to the crowd. I shot fireworks at the people below me as fast as I could, the rush of adrenaline driving me and the dopamine rewarding me for bowing to the chorus in my head. I was addicted.

I cackled, grasping my next rocket. A whooshing noise distracted me, and I spun to meet a fist connecting to my face. Tommy screamed something incomprehensible at me and took Tubbo to safety.

I looked around at all the chaos I had caused and let out a sigh of relief.