𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚

ᴠɪᴇɴɴᴀ

Technoblade and I walked back to Pogtopia, ready to have Wilbur yell at us or something for not coming back sooner, but when we walked down the stairs, no one was here. Wilbur and Tommy must have left for something, or someone.

Which left Techno and I alone. Alone with the four bottles of beer running through my veins, and the two running through his.

One thing I knew, I sure as hell could throw down some alcohol, maybe that's a bad thing. Yet I don't find myself regretting it, I might later, but I'm not right now.

"I'm- I'm going to sleep for a- a bit. Wake me up with they get back.." I stumble over my words, stuttering as I walk to my cave, leaning on the slick walls. Techno hums in response, I hear his footsteps echo away in the cavern.

ᴡɪʟʙᴜʀ
ʜᴏᴜʀs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ

On my knees, I find myself looking at the fallen walls of L'Manburg. I feel the world around me crashing as the new flag drifts slowly in the slight, night breeze, as the hardest part of my, of our lives, falls on deafen ears, as our cries and our screams don't even scare the birds. I pick out everyone who helped build the damn walls with tears streaming down my face.

Tubbo, Fundy- my son, and that traitor Eret..

It feels so long ago from when we were just stupid, foolish kids talking about making drugs in that, in that fucking van. When we were only just a small group, a small family, no one searching for anything other then each other in the dark, cold world we called our homes. In the deepest moments, we shared one thing in common, we all wanted a home.

Now that home was ripped away from us in the form that is Jschlatt, that is this damn election, that is the power-hunger fool I was. I felt the small ball of pain fester into something I couldn't even begin to describe. Into something that was breaking my walls of sanity I've spent years trying to keep together.

Into something that I was terrified of, something that wouldn't ever, ever be good, when I only wanted to be good.

The black and yellow flag casts a shadow far across the land, covering the torn down walls with an embrace of darkness that'd only last until the sun started to shine again. I sit on the forest floor with Tommy by my side, his hand on my shoulder. We've been in this spot for hours, almost the entire day.

"My unfinished symphony! L'Manburg my great unfinished symphony!" I shout as my voice breaks, as my tears fall onto my lips, leaving a salty taste in my mouth. I feel Tommy's hand tense and tighten on my shoulder, his short nails digging into my coat.

"Wilbur-" He starts, turning his head away as his own voice breaks, I can't tear my eyes away from the scene before me, it's like they were glued to the unbuilt walls, the reformed landscape, the expansion of the nation that was my home, my creation.

My unfinished symphony.

Wil- we-we should go.." the blonde says, tugging slightly on my shoulder. My hands start to twitch, start to buzz. I feel the boy tugging slightly harder, forcing my body to react and come up, trembling. The cold air doesn't help.

"Vienna should be back with the information by now with Technoblade." Tommy whispered, watching the ruins of L'Manburg make way into new Manburg.

I couldn't even imagine how hard this was for him..

But that was, of course, a lie if it's own, I just couldn't imagine how different he'd handle losing it all in an hour.

I nod my head, forcing my body to comply with my mind, with the smart thing to do, yet I can't turn away from the small fires burning on the edge of the torn down walls.

"Wilbur-" I nod again, finally turning away, tears crying as we start to walk back to Pogtopia, my beanie pulled right and Tommy's bandana pulled up to his nose. I'd never admit it out loud, but I liked these small things, small actions, that cover me with the warm feeling of someone suffocating the life out of my body.

That someone is hugging me so tight, that I can't breath. I relish in those thoughts.

ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ
ᴀᴛ ᴘᴏɢᴛᴏᴘɪᴀ

Technoblade has woken Vienna a few minutes before a red faced Wilbur and Tommy cam down the stairs.

The alcohol Vienna drank hours before had worn off in her sleep, but a slight headache would begin to terrorize her later. The now dark haired female has dark circles under her eyes and a messy head of hair. She hair a clatter down below her small cave room.

The man with the pink hair had a set up a small arena in the base of Pogtopia, armor stands laid with leather tunics and wooden swords for looks, and a little cut pumpkin for a head. The man with the scared smile had swords shining the brightest white standing next to the water fall where Vienna stood, both the swords and her were leaning against the wall.

Tommy was the first to comment as his footsteps echo around the cavern, his finger pointed directly at the swords and armor stands.

"What- what's all this?" He questions, voice a bit higher then normal. His nose was red and his bandana was pulled back down around his neck, though his eyes told he'd cried recently, as did the tall mans behind him.

"I'm going to train all of you, see where you stand with a blade. Then, I'm going to push you harder." Technoblade stages, shedding off his blood red cloak and folding it on a chest lightly. He tied back his hair, a half bun in the back of his head.

Wilbur gently maneuvers around the blonde boy in a red and white shirt, heading towards where the pink hair man stood, placing his twisted crown on his cloak. Wilbur followed suit, but only taking off his trench coat and beanie, leaving his glasses.

Vienna glances at Tommy, catching him glaring at her. They fought wordlessly on who would go down last, and who'd be first. Tommy won by Vienna shrugging, and walking down from her small ramp to the two in the bottom of the cave. Tommy realized that he'd look weird by just standing around, so he followed close behind the dark hair woman.

Techno, while the two mentally fought with each other above him, grabbed the swords from the wall, washing off his hands in the waterfall, and handing the blades out to the three in front of him. Hi nodded his head as he looked at the group.

Tommy holding the sword wrong, playing with the rocks at his feet. Wilbur, who sort of held it right, but his hands shook tremendously.

Who really stood out to him, was Vienna. She stood a little farther away from the others, so she had room to move. She held the blade tightly, but left enough room to work. She had it at her side, just gently flicking her wrist to make it swing like second nature. She blocked against the air, and pulled the blade in front of her, a smile on her face. Yet the smile didn't reach her eyes.

Techno looked away as the two in front of him waited for instruction. He improvised a new plan from his original (he was going to make each one practice on a dummy, the armor stands, but decided differently).

"Tommy and Wilbur," he walked behind the pair, closer to Vienna, farther away from the waterfall. "Here." Techno pointed to a spot, and they followed.

Technoblade turned to the, in short words, zoned out Vienna who was sliding her burned finger along the sharp blade, not pressing hard enough to draw blood, just enough to feel something. He watched as she turned to face him, feeling his eyes on the side of her face.

"Vienna, me and you." The pink haired man said softly, pulling his sword from his side. His was like theirs, but slightly different.

Technoblade's sword was long and thing, while theirs were shorter and thicker. His handle was spherical, theirs was not. Techno's was fitted for his hands, theirs was not.

"Yessir," Vienna saluted, dragging herself over to the man who stood quite close to the waterfall now. Vienna didn't question when she brought her blade up, twisting it to look the man in the eyes. Techno showed no emotion, normal for him, but did however show a hint of tiredness. Tommy and Wilbur's sword rang from behind d her.

"This will build trust, and hopefully some skill. Watch your opponents moves, watch their patterns, watch them, but watch yourself too. Don't get predictable. If you get predictable, your dead." Techno instructs as the three set their stances, Vienna's being low and wide, creating a stronger defense. He noted that.

"First to cause a yield wins. First to yield, does not. Let us begin."

𝟷𝟻𝟸𝟾 ᴡᴏʀᴅs