Blood on the Snow — Technoblade x Reader
Chapter 1: The Fall Of L’Manberg
The sky above Manberg hung heavy with dark clouds, turning the afternoon light dull and gray. From the balcony of your small wooden house overlooking the central square, you could see the entire crowd gathered around the large stage that had been built for the election announcement. Colorful banners fluttered in the wind, but the atmosphere felt anything but celebratory. Something about the air felt wrong, tense, like the calm before a storm.
At the center of it all stood Jschlatt, his posture arrogant and triumphant as he gripped the podium. His voice carried across the square through the microphone, echoing off the buildings and stone paths of the city.
You leaned against the balcony railing, your fingers tightening slightly around the rough wood as you watched him. Below, sitting in the front rows among the crowd, were TommyInnit and Wilbur Soot. Even from this distance, you could see how rigid their bodies were, how their shoulders seemed tense as they listened to the speech.
When the election results had first been announced, something in your stomach had twisted uneasily. Schlatt wasn’t someone who won quietly. If he had power now, he was going to use it.
Schlatt raised his arms dramatically, his grin wide and smug.
“Ladies and gentlemen of Manberg!” he shouted, his voice full of pride and mock celebration. “Your new president has arrived!”
The crowd erupted into cheers and applause. Some people celebrated genuinely, others clapped hesitantly, clearly unsure of what this new leadership would bring.
You watched silently, your grip on the railing tightening.
Schlatt basked in the noise for a few moments before raising a hand to quiet the crowd. Slowly, the cheers faded into murmurs.
“Now,” he continued, his tone dropping slightly as his eyes scanned the people before him. “Before we move forward with this glorious new era of Manberg…”
Something about the way he said it made a cold shiver run down your spine.
“There are a few… problems we need to take care of.”
Schlatt leaned closer to the microphone.
“I want TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot…”
He paused deliberately, letting the tension build.
Schlatt’s smile widened into something cruel.
“Get them out of Manberg.”
The crowd murmured in confusion.
Then Schlatt shrugged casually, as if what he was about to say meant nothing at all.
For a single heartbeat, the entire square fell silent.
Tommy shot to his feet instantly, knocking his chair backward in his rush to escape. Wilbur grabbed his arm and the two of them ran through the crowd, shoving past confused citizens as guards and soldiers quickly began to react.
You saw Punz push through the crowd, already chasing after them. Nearby, Sapnap followed closely behind, his sword drawn as he sprinted through the streets.
Your breathing quickened.
They were coming for you too.
Without wasting another second, you rushed back inside your house and slammed the balcony door shut behind you. Your heart pounded violently against your ribs as you hurried across the room, your mind racing.
Your hands shook slightly as you grabbed the sword leaning against the wall near the staircase. It was heavier than you remembered, the metal cold and unfamiliar in your grip. You had never been much of a fighter. The sword felt awkward in your hands, like something that belonged to someone else entirely.
But right now, it was the only thing standing between you and death.
You took a deep breath and began moving down the stairs, your footsteps quick but cautious.
Someone was standing in your living room.
Your heart lurched painfully as you recognized the tall figure immediately.
Your eyes widened in shock and fear.
He stood calmly in the center of the room, as if he had all the time in the world, his mask staring directly at you. The silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating.
Your grip tightened around the sword.
“Please,” you said quickly, your voice trembling slightly despite your attempt to stay calm. “Spare me.”
Instead, he began walking toward you slowly.
Each step echoed softly against the wooden floor, the sound making your chest tighten further.
Before you could react, he suddenly reached forward and grabbed your face roughly, his gloved hand gripping your jaw and forcing your head upward so you were looking directly into the blank expression of his mask.
Your breath caught in your throat.
But Dream’s reflexes were far faster than yours.
His hand shot out and grabbed your wrist mid-swing. The sudden force stopped your movement completely, and before you could pull away, he twisted your wrist sharply.
Pain shot through your arm like lightning.
You cried out, the sword slipping from your fingers as it clattered loudly against the floor.
Dream leaned closer, his grip still firm on your wrist.
“You can stay alive,” he said calmly.
Your breathing was uneven now, your chest rising and falling quickly as fear curled tightly in your stomach.
“All you have to do,” Dream continued, his voice steady and cold, “is betray Tommy and Wilbur.”
Your eyes hardened instantly.
The pain in your wrist barely mattered anymore.
Dream tilted his head slightly.
“They’re family,” you said firmly, your voice shaking but determined. “I’m not betraying them.”
For a moment, Dream said nothing.
Then suddenly, he released your wrist.
“You have ten seconds,” he said.
Bursting through your front door, you sprinted down the street as fast as your legs could carry you. Your lungs burned as the cold air rushed into them, your boots pounding against the ground as you headed straight for the forest outside the city.
Branches whipped against your arms and cloak as you pushed through the trees.
Then, against your better judgment, you glanced back.
Your heart nearly stopped.
Dream was already behind you.
He moved through the forest effortlessly, closing the distance between you far too quickly.
Panic surged through your body.
You ran faster, your breath coming out in ragged gasps as the forest grew thicker around you.
The ground vanished beneath your feet.
You skidded to a stop just inches from the edge of a cliff.
Your heart pounded wildly as you slowly turned around.
Dream stood several meters away.
The speed caught you completely off guard.
His sword flashed through the air.
Pain exploded across your side as the blade sliced into you. Before you could react, another strike cut across your neck, warm blood spilling down your skin and soaking into your cloak.
Dream raised his sword again.
Pain dragged you back into consciousness.
Your eyes slowly opened as you lay at the bottom of the cliff, the world around you spinning slightly. Snowflakes drifted gently through the air, settling on the ground and on your blood-stained clothing.
Your head throbbed painfully.
Your right arm ached terribly, and the wounds along your side and neck still burned with every breath you took.
You forced yourself to sit up, though the movement made your vision swim.
Dream might come looking.
Slowly, painfully, you began walking.
After several minutes of struggling through the forest, you spotted something ahead.
It sat on a rail line cutting through the snowy terrain.
You didn’t know where it led.
But it led away from Manberg.
You climbed inside the wagon and pushed it forward with the last bit of strength you had. At first the wheels rolled slowly along the rails, creaking softly as they moved.
Then the wagon hit a redstone rail.
Suddenly it shot forward.
Cold air rushed around you as the wagon sped through the snowy biome, the wind biting against your injured body. You curled into a small ball in the corner of the wagon, your cloak wrapped tightly around you as exhaustion finally overtook you.
You woke later to silence.
Snow stretched endlessly in every direction.
You climbed out slowly, your legs shaking beneath you.
The cold seeped through your clothes as you looked around, searching desperately for any sign of civilization.
Still, you began walking.
Each step grew heavier than the last, your wounds leaving faint drops of blood in the snow behind you.
Eventually, your legs gave out completely.
You collapsed into the snow, the cold biting into your skin.
Your vision blurred as darkness slowly crept in.
And finally, you lost consciousness.
Not far away, Technoblade and Philza moved quietly through the snowy forest while hunting.
Technoblade turned toward him.
Phil pointed down at the ground.
They followed it through the forest, the crimson stains standing out starkly against the white snow.
The trail eventually led them to a figure lying motionless beneath a tree.
Technoblade stopped walking.
Inside his head, the voices immediately erupted.
Technoblade pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Shut up,” he muttered quietly.
Philza crouched beside you, gently checking your pulse.
“She’s alive,” he said after a moment.
Technoblade looked down at you.
Your breathing was shallow, your skin pale from blood loss, your body half buried in snow.
The voices screamed again.
Technoblade sighed heavily.
Then he bent down and carefully lifted you into his arms.
And together, they carried you back through the silent snowy forest.
