126 - o7 to the Blood God

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"Hey." He greeted, walking into my office as I moved my character around, laughing at one of my friend's jokes.

I quickly muted my microphone to make sure Noah's stream didn't hear him. I was currently in a Discord call with one of my friends while we played Minecraft since he was currently live on Twitch and God knows how boring it can get when you're streaming alone. I turned my chair around and took my headphones off.

"Hey Shawn." I stood up and wrapped my arms around his neck.

He placed his hands on my waist and quickly leaned down to pressed a kiss on my lips. "You streaming?"

"No but Foolish is."

"Foolish?"

"Noah."

"Ah, got it." He bent down and kissed me on the forehead before pulling away. "Well I don't want to keep them waiting. If you need anything, I'll be in the other room. Food will be here in about ten minutes."

"Okay. Love you."

"Love you too."

I went back to my chair and put the headphones back on. I was met by another round of screaming, making me wince and quickly pull one of the cups away from my ears as I unmuted myself. I turned my character around to see him fall into the abyss as he played Parkour Warrior on the Minecraft Championship practice map.

"Jesus Christ, what was that for?" I complained.

"I keep messing up on this part! I've literally been stuck here for the past ten minutes!" He groaned, running his hand through his hair out of frustration.

"But that part's easy! I've shown you how to do that several times!"

"For you! You've literally been trained by Dream in Parkour Warrior! Of course you're gonna be good at it!"

"What does Dream have to do with anything?"

"Well, for one, he's a record holder in this game. I've seen some of his old game plays wherein he was the first one to finish this map."

"He's a god at Minecraft, what do you expect? The green blob has been playing since it first came out."

"True. Where were you anyway? I was trying to talk to you but you were muted for a while."

"Oh, my b- housemate walked in to tell me that he ordered food for us."

"Speaking of food, I should really order some as well. Haven't eaten anything in the past eight hours."

"You've been live for eight hours? Then again, you sometimes stream for twelve so I really shouldn't be surprised."

"To be fair, I've spent like an hour on Duolingo."

I glanced at his stream for a bit, wanting to engage with them a little. "You should feed the doozers sometime. Seems like you haven't fed your chat in a while." (To those who aren't familiar with Foolish_Gamers, he calls his Twitch chat "doozers")

I looked at my second monitor and watched as his chat start messaging "NODDERS true y/user/n" as he rolls his eyes. Donations and bits started coming in, agreeing with my statement. "Feeding" chat basically means putting food towards the camera lens and have the chatters message emotes to make it seem like they're eating. It's just a bit we sometimes do to engage with chat while we're eating.

"No, they don't deserve it." He stated.

"Oh come on. They've been well behaved for the past few hours, right chat?" I chuckled as they started spamming the peepoCute emote in chat. (Look it up if you want to 😊) "See?"

"All they've been doing all stream was being a bunch of menaces to society."

I was about to reply when my Discord notification suddenly went off. I looked at my screen to find a message from Clay.

You streaming?

No but Noah is.

Can we talk? 

I have something serious to talk about.

I felt my heart drop. There's something about people saying "We have to talk" that spikes up my anxiety. Did I do something wrong? Did something happen? What's wrong? But I held back my questions knowing that he'll just say "I'll tell you in a bit".

Sure. Facetime or call?

I think call is better.

Okay.

"Foolish, it's been fun but I got to go. I have to talk to someone about something." I stated, waiting for Clay to call me on my phone.

"Oh, okay. See you, y/user/n! Bye!"

"Bye Foosh! Bye chat!"

Just as I got off the voice chat on Discord, my phone went off. I shakily took my phone from the table and accepted the call, putting it on speaker as soon as I did.

"Hey Clay!" I greeted. "What's up?"

"Y/n..." He said in the most serious voice I've ever heard from him. "Before I tell you this, just know that I love you. I'll always be here for you, okay? You're like a sister to me and I genuinely appreciate having you in my life. You've done so much and I'm so proud of everything you have achieved."

"I love you too, Clay but what's wrong? I've never heard you speak like this before."

"I know you look up to Alex as well. He would be saying the same things as I have just said. But..."

"Clay, you're scaring me. Are you okay? Which Alex do you mean? Quackity or Technoblade? Are they okay?"

"I mean Alex as in Technoblade... I just received a call from his parents earlier and..." His voice cracked near the end and I can hear him sniffling on the other end. "Y/n, Alex died. He lost his battle to cancer."

And that's when I dropped my phone on my desk. I couldn't breathe at the moment and it felt like my heart dropped to my stomach. You know how they say that there are five stages to grief? It was at that exact moment that I felt the first stage taking over me. Shock and denial. This couldn't be real.

"I love you, okay? I know it's so sudden but I had to let you know before his parents eventually put out a statement online."

"You're joking, right?" I let out a shaky, forced laugh. "He couldn't be dead. We- we were just talking a few days ago. He said he was alright. No... he couldn't be."

"Y/n-"

"Clay, if this is some joke you both came up with, please knock it off."

"Y/n, listen to me, okay? It's not a prank. He really did pass away. His parents would never joke about something like that. I would never joke about that. His cancer got worse over the past few months. Stage four. He didn't say anything since he didn't want us to worry."

That's when I started shaking, worse than earlier. I couldn't say anything since my throat felt like it was clogged up. I wanted to scream, laugh, anything. But for some reason, I couldn't. I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced myself to say something.

"Can I call you later?" I croaked out.

"Okay. But y/n, I'm just here, okay? I'll always be here for you." He said, sniffling. "Bye. I love you."

"I love you too."

With that, I was left with my own thoughts. How could this happen? He said he was okay... I've looked up to him for the two years I've known him. He has made me smile on the roughest of days and made me laugh when I feel like crying. He has genuinely helped me when I needed someone to be there. I know for a fact that those who support him will be heartbroken once they find out.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Shawn asked worriedly, placing the paper bag filled with food on the table before rushing over to me and kneeling down in front of me. I didn't even hear him come in. "Baby, what's wrong?"

I didn't realize I was crying until he reached up to wipe my cheeks. I let out a strangled breath and threw my arms around him. He pulled me off my chair to sit with him on the floor. For the entire duration of me sobbing, he held me in his arms, one hand rubbing my back while the other ran through my hair.

"Shhh, it's okay. You're going to be okay." He whispered. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"Alex is dead... He's gone... He said Technoblade never dies but he just did..." I muttered, sniffling as tears continued to stream down my face and hiccups escaped my lips.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry."

"Do you know what's worse than losing a friend? Losing them to cancer. Cancer's a bitch. He was only twenty-three. He had so much ahead of him."

"I know, baby. I know. But at least he's not in pain anymore."

"But now we are."

He placed his lips on my forehead as I buried my head onto his chest. I didn't care that I was getting his shirt wet. I didn't care if I was gonna get a headache from crying. I didn't care. All I cared about was the death of a very good friend of mine.

"You said he never dies, right?" He asked, rocking me in his arms.

"Nor loses."

"Well... Think of it this way, cancer didn't beat him. When a person dies, so does the cancer within them. So technically he didn't lose his battle. It was a draw. He's probably PvP-ing something greater than us now."

I let out a chuckle at the thought of him challenging God or whatever to a Minecraft battle.

"I know it's gonna hurt, losing someone that was close to you. That pain will honestly never go away. But we grow around the pain. We will learn to get used to not being around them anymore. But he will never die in your heart and in your memories. Technoblade never dies, right?"

"Thanks, Shawn." I said, reaching up to wipe my cheeks and nose.

"I'm here for you, okay? So are your friends. I know they're going through the same pain as you right now but what's best is to talk to them to process the grief together. It's better to make time with them now than wait for something to happen in the future where you're gonna regret not doing so."

He's probably laughing at me right now for crying and I know he would've wanted me to be strong but I need to feel the pain before it can get better. Things will get better soon. But for now... o7 to the Blood God.

RIP Alexander (Technoblade) 1999-2022

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A/N: I can't believe I'm admitting this on Wattpad but I genuinely enjoy watching Minecraft content creators (mainly the DreamSMP guys) and have been obsessed with Twitch for over a year now. Here's a tribute to Technoblade since that man was too young to die. Cancer fucking sucks, dude. He was only 23! Just a year older than me! He literally only turned 23 a week or so before he died (Still don't know when he died since they never announced when it happened).

Also, if you wanna check out the streamers I mentioned, feel free to do so. That's Foolish_Gamers (Noah) and Dream (Clay). Only used their real names for the sake of the imagine.

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