𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙭𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣

ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ
ʜᴏᴜʀs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ

Under the ground, near a small pond that fed into a river, a man stood, a sword with a deep purple coloring against a fire, welding the sword to his liking.

Many days ago, the man named Technoblade, went into the depths of another world, in search of a material called netherite. This material was he strongest you could get, and with enchantments? Well, let's just say god doesn't even have as much power.

The depths was called the nether, and it was filled with lava. The place was so thermogenic, it caused the nerves in your body to die, making everything frigid. Many people in this world have went into it searching for the things Technoblade has, and have had little to no luck. They ended up giving up after hours of searching through the blistering cold, while Technoblade didn't.

And he stood with his prize. A sword with the sharpest point, long blade and many enchants on it to make it much more dangerous for his enemies, and he'd have a good many in the next hours of his life he spent in this side of the earth. He dipped the sword in water, curing the hot metal so it didn't do anything he didn't want it to. He placed it on a steel armor stand with armor that shone the same color as the sword, deep purple and glowing blue.

The man with pink hair nodded his head, and dragged himself up from the armor stand, looking at the other three next to it, all with some type of weapon on them.

One with a crossbow with lethal fireworks, one with an axe with a blue handle, one with a trident that had dog tags around the staff, and the last one with the new sword. All shone brightly in the dimly lit room. All were powerful, and dangerous, and were all his.

He smiled devilishly, and a red glint filled his dark eyes, the whites darkening as he backed away from the weapons, away from the armor, away from the chests lining the wall, and up the ladder at the back. He never stopped smirking at all his hard work, no matter how it hurt.

One way or another, he'd win this revolution. He'd be on top one way, or another.

♛

Technoblade stood at the opening of Pogtopia, watching Wilbur pace back and forth, waiting for something to catch his attention. Wilbur has dark bags under his eyes, and newly-found glasses only intensified them. He mutters to himself with a fleeting smile every few seconds.

The man with the crown walks down the stairs, a frown on his face as his boots echo around the cavern. Wilbur doesn't seem to notice as the man walks up behind him, causing the man with glasses to run into Techno.

"Ahh! The Blade! Just the person I wanted to see!" Wilbur says, grabbing Technoblade's shoulders slightly, digging his short nails into the man's skin.

Looking over his features, Techno sees the gears turning over in Wilbur's head with each passing second he doesn't respond.

"Yes, what do you need?"

"I have a plan- now I want you to listen fully before you comment!" Wilbur says, a smile that stretched from one ear to the other, teeth showing. Techno nodded his head, and removed Wilbur's hands from his person, letting them fall to Wilbur's side. He frowned, but barreled onto his plan.

Techno listen carefully, finding all the flaws in his plan, finding the best place to be for the biggest advantage for himself. He listened while Wilbur went into detail about how the TNT was already rigged under Manburg and waiting for them, waiting for the button to pressed behind the stage on the hill where everything went wrong.

The entire thing started with the stage, might as well end it that way too..

Wilbur went into every little thing, all the shadows he's seen, how he's are he's in the right, how this all made perfect sense to him, and Techno couldn't help but agree.

In reality, Technoblade wanted chaos, he wanted the government to be destroyed, eradicated. He wanted no one person to be in charge of every citizen that walked the earth, he wanted anarchy, and he'd get it.

Weather that was by blowing up an entire nation, (or three), or helping three people overthrow a tyrant. Now it was up to him to choose.

Wilbur finished his plan, and waited for Technoblade to comment or say anything that would mean anything for him. What he waited for was for him to say the exact thing that Tommy did, he needed to time to think or something like that. What surprised Wilbur, was that Technoblade didn't hesitate on joining.

"I'm in," He says, scar opening smile back on his face, and the whites around his blue eyes darkening again, and his arm extended to his sword out of instinct. He and Wilbur stood facing each other, sickening smiles on their faces while Techno's leaked blood, hand extended out between them. They shook hands and sealed the fact that Manburg would explode.

"I haven't told Vienna- and I don't think you should either." Wilbur started, catching Technoblade off guard. "I-I don't trust her- I don't think she's really on our side.." he trailed off, retracing his hand from the pink haired man, who stood confused. He walked off into the cavern, heading towards a dark corner with a dark door, he opened the door as Technoblade caught himself starring, still confused.

The door Wilbur opened, held no light and never opened again while Technoblade was there. He trusted Vienna, and did thinks he was on their side, she was mostly drunk or getting drunk nowadays, but she was a great fighter and held valuable ties to all sides.

She had Sapnap, she held Niki and Tubbo, and now, because of Techno's own doing, she had Tommy now too. What he didn't know is that she also was gaining him as well, weather she knew it or not. She had slowly started to creep into the hard shell of the man, and digging through his veins, coating herself in his blood while she drank away every memory of everyday that pasted by her. What Technoblade didn't know, was that she was slowly slipping into an alcoholic, a dangerous one at that, and he found himself walking into the woods, when he was supposed to be heading back to his base under the ground.

Yet, he didn't stop walking into the woods to the small house on the edge of the lake. He didn't stop himself from knocking on her door, telling himself he wanted to tell her of the plan, when in reality he wanted to checkup on her. He wanted to see her.

He wanted to talk to her for hours, hear her voice dance in his ears as she waved around the air with her hands, see her eyes shine when she talked about something she loved, someone she loved.

He kept telling himself he wanted to tell her smog the plan, but he really, really wanted to talk to her again, even if she was a drunk. So when he knocked on the spruce door, when the sound of a glass bottle hitting another rang throughout his ears, when the doorknob shook with someone opening it and saw the dark haired female before his eyes, silver growing from the roots, he hid a smile.

And he walked inside, and told her the plan, and waited for her snarky remark, or any emotion to spring up on her face, or anything to stay longer.

What he didn't know, one of the things no one knew, was Vienna didn't feel anything anymore. The most emotion she'd felt in weeks was from a few minutes ago when she'd seen her brother, who she could only see, but she had drank away every feeling in body with the intention of doing so. But the only effect of this constant drinking, was she most likely wouldn't ever feel anything again.

She'd be numb to every feeling, including pain. She would never have to feel weak again, like when she'd lost Sapnap for the second time, like when she lost everyone for the second goddamn time.

Like when she'd eventually lose herself, and she would lose herself. But, no one could determine when, not even her.

𝟷𝟺𝟷𝟹 ᴡᴏʀᴅs