2 Works in Slave Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF)
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Techno opened the door to his room to three people, all wearing dark clothing that covered most of their faces.
“Who the fuck are you?” One in a dark green mask demanded, a knife in hand.
“I feel like I should be the one asking you that,” Techno countered, “I was told this was my room, and you kinda look like thieves.”
Though he wouldn’t blame them from wanting to steal from the old king.
As long as they didn’t try to kill him, they could just leave.
“This is the king’s room,” The one in the blue mask corrected.
“Exactly,” Techno agreed, “So, uh, what’d you come here for?”
“What do you mean ‘exactly’?” Red mask scoffed.
“There’s been a change in management, so this is my room now since Schlatt’s kinda… dead.”
The three looked at each other confusedly.
“Just so we’re clear, you killed Schlatt?” Red asked.
Ah…
This wasn’t going well.
“What if I did?”───˖*˖·❆· ✧ ·❆·˖*˖───
After murdering the Antarctic Empire's sole monarch, Technoblade has instated himself as king so he can heal the land from Schlatt's tyranny
The only problem?
He definitely wasn't expecting an assassination attempt to happen this quickly. -
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Winter isn’t easy for the runaways, Dream knows this. Unless you’re a hybrid that does well with the bone-chilling temperatures and the ridiculous amount of snow, chances were you’d be kissing your frosty ass goodbye before you could find a safe place to hunker down. Even then, most slaves who managed to escape with the most optimal conditions, didn’t stand a chance when the sun set. If the hypothermia didn’t kill you, the mobs sure would.
So why was he stupid enough to run away from his master during the coldest time of year, not only by himself, but with someone else in tow?
Well, it’s a bit complicated.