TW// depictions of blood, gore, fighting, almost drowning
Vague/censored version linked before the story begins
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Blood God. Merciless. Undefeated. The second worst thing to happen to the orphans.
His iconic crown was freshly polished and sitting back at his camp site because he didnât want it to smudge while raiding a pillager outpost. For a little extra supplies on his journey.
Technoblade wouldâve gotten back sooner if it werenât for the screetching of an endedmen in the distance. Endermen were only aggrivated when attacked or if you made eye contact with them, and Technoblade had done neither meaning someone was nearby.
By the time Technoblade had gotten there, the fight was already over. Blood spattered across a small campsite, some of which bellonged to a player and another shade, purple borderline blue, had been practically painted across the site. A single ender pearl washovering above the ground just an inch away from being in a river. A bloody and almost mangled body was in the river, stuck because of a part of a cloak that was caught on a bloody patch of rocks on the edge of the river. Whatever had happened simply wasnât of much interest to techno as he snatched up the pearl and turned back towards the direction of his own campsite.
A hand shot out of the river and yanked on Technoâs cloak after gripping it, causing Techno to drop his loosely held axe as he fell in. Techno felt two hands grab his shoulders from behind, quickly moving up his body to grab at his neck. Before Techno could process this, the hands had already gripped around his neck and they squeezed. Technoblade choked as the hands around his neck tightened. Technoblade reached behind himself and grabbed the pair of arms, pulling the body connected to it towards himself in an effort to get them to losen or let go of him.
The figureâs grip loosened as Technoblade twisted around and kicked them in the stomach as hard as he could. Swiming as quickly as he could, Technoblade reached the surface as he took in a large breath of air before getting quickly pulled back under the water and used as a booster for the figure to reach the surface themself.
Both Technoblade and the figure had crawled onto the land and out of the river and were coughing out the water that had accumulated in both their lungs.
Technoblade struggled to breathe as he silently shook, not noticing that the figure had took his axe and was now standing behind him. The blade of his own axe had been brought down and was barely blocked with his forearm as the figure let out a shout. âFucking hybrids!â Their voice was scratchy and hoarse as they scream once again. âIâll kill you monsters!â They threw Technobladeâs axe in his direction as it skidded across the ground. The figure lunged at Technoblade and clawed at his head, the biggest sign he was a hybrid as it was that of a piglin.
Technoblade frantically crawled back before the figure landed on him and took out a switchblade from his pocket, now aiming to stab Technoblade. He raised his hand up and angles the weapon at his head. Technoblade used his uninjured arm to cover his face as the figure brought their weapon down, changing the destination of the blade last second landing it in Technoblades chest area. Technoblade let out a surprised squeal as the figure roughly pulled the switchblade and stabbed him twice more before being kicked off.
Technoblade scooted back just a smidge as he gripped his axe before the figure lunged at him once again. Swinging his axe at full force, it cleanly cut across the figureâs stomach as it opened up a little, blood pouring out and onto Technoblade as he swung again. The figures guts spilt out and onto Technoblade and the ground. Falling onto the ground beside him, Technoblade scrambled away not bothering to note the other body obscured from his vision when he entered as it was too close a call to linger without being in immediate range of a healing potion.
Techno was barely consious as he reached his campsite, not registering the fact that things were out of place and how his crown was not there. All he did was collapse onto the ground and frowned as he saw a small figure approach. âDidnât your parents teach you not to get near strangers?â
The kid mumbled something as Technoâs eyesight blurred. âSorry kid, youâre gonna need to repeat that for me.â
âNone.â Said a distorted voice, as the kid neevously looked away from Technoâs gaze. He would later put two and two together and figure out his parents were the ones that he found the remains of back at the other site, but Techno could barely think and almost didnât register that this kid was an orphan now.
âI guess youâve peaked in luckieness then,â Techno mumbled as his eyes slowly drooped and became half lidded. âBâcause if I wasnât bleednâ out right now Iâd totally slay you.â
The small kid took a step back and Techno grinned, finding happiness in the fact that even on the verge of being forced to respawn, he could still terrorize small children.
Technoblade had woken up to the godawful smell of healing potions and dried blood. This should not be possible. He had passed out infront of an orphan hybrid and was supposed to bleed until Minecraft took pity on him and put him in the respawn menu. Instead, he is currently lying in his makeshift tent, splash potions staining his pants, partially undressed with poorly tied bandages around his wounds.
He abruptly sat up, startling the orphan child from before into teleporting away. After an akward moment, the child came walking back with another potion as if he wasnât startled into teleporting away, making it seem like he didnât even remember it happening as he just waved when he saw Technoblade was awake.
Technoblade was suffeing a moral dilemma, and that never happens.
Itâs completely against his own character to not slay an orphan, but it just feels.. wrong, wanting to slay the orphan that saved him from the pain that is respawning.
âHey kid.â Techno mumbled as he dug into one of his many hidden pockets. âCome here for a second.â
The small hybrid teleported within arms reach as Techno took a string of measuring tape out of his pocket and wrapped it around the kidâs head. âLetâs go on a journey.â Techno grinned as he took note of the size the measurement was.
Technoblade had taught this orphan many things.
âMake sure you always have full hunger.â After the orphan had run out of sprint as the two were running from several pillagers.
âKeep something to reduce or minimize fall damage in your inventory, preferably a water bucket, but I know you donât like water.â After the orphan tripped and fell off a particularly tall tree while trying to look for a lava pool.
âKeep a close eye on your surroundings.â After the orphan got caught between a ghast an two skeleton.
The lessons kept up until the two were in the blacksmith of an abandoned village as Techno measured the orphanâs head one more time as he set to work on something made of gold. He kept most of the larger peices locked in a chest.
âHere.â Techno said, opening the door to the blacksmith signaling that the orphan could come inside to see what Techno had been working on.
Lined up on a dusty table were several different sized crowns. On the inside of each one was a new message written for the orphan. âI have elected that as a small orphan child, you shouldnât be allowed to see the things I do, and I canât have the enemy mistake you for someone they can use as a hostage. Become greater then all the rest.â
Techno scribbled a messy note onto a paper and stuck it into his pocket. âKid.â Techno said turning towards a crafting bench motioning towards it as the orphan followed. âThis is how you craft an ender chest.â Techno said as he crafted two of them and passed one to the orphan. âPlace one down on the other side of the room.â And the orphan did so.
âTry putting a stick in there.â Techno said placing the other chest beside himself. âNow try looking into this chest.â Techno explained how enderchests worked and how they were only universal to worlds but existed everywhere. He told the orphan that he should keep the crowns in the server hub to maximize accessibility. âOnce you grow out of it you can go to the next one, and that oneâll fit you.â
Technoblade and the boyorphan were in front of a portal to a place Technoblade knew quite well. Techno turned to the boy and pressed the messy note he wrote into his hands. âRead it once you go through, and donât forget to listen to the crown, âMake sure you have a signature so the people remember who crushed them.ââ
âGoodbye.â Technoblade said as his boy walked through the portal.
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