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Technoblade was a peculiar character, anyone who met him would describe him as one. With a monotone voice and extremely dark and sarcastic humor he was loved by most around him, and feared by those who didn’t really like him. He was content to live like that and most of all he was happy. When the wars between many Kingdoms ended he and many others, who would rather live together than life torn apart in the world, gathered and created a home in a tower protected by high walls and Iron golems, not that they needed protecting when the notorious King and Hunter lived in the walls. Walls were more there to protect the residents when the two went out on one adventure or the other, though times like those were few and far in between they happened. One such occasion was this one, as the long haired pig hybrid and masked man moved through the ruins of the Bastian that they’ve found in their search for the Fortress. The Nether was very hard to navigate, even to the two of them, and as always it was dangerous, many monsters hiding in the fog that covered the Nether.
“I told you we should have gone south like Eret said”, Techno said, his netherite sword held tightly in his hand as he moved behind Dream, since the hunter was much more skilled when it came to surviving falls through the numerous holes that covered every part of the Nether.
Dream just rolled his eyes and pushed his mask away from his eyes to stop it from limiting his vision and ability to breathe: “Yeah, well if Eret knew about it chances are others did too and the place was raided completely.”
“But WHY do you care, it’s not like we’re lacking resources, I can assure you that there’s enough food and weapons”, Techno stated, eyeing one of the chests that rested on the higher floors, “Give me a lift, maybe there’s some debris in there.”
When he pointed to it Dream nodded, placing his own axe back into the sheath on his hip and lowered down with his fingers intervened waiting for Techno to hop on onto it. Techno shifted his blade so he wouldn’t cut himself before he hopped onto Dream’s hands and younger hoisted him up, cleaning his hands by rubbing them over his hoodie.
“It’s not that we’re LACKING… it’s just that I’ll feel more comfortable if we had more. Do YOU want to have to hunt down Tubbo and Tommy in the Nether because they wanted to get blaze or something to make ‘drugs’? Again?”, the hunter pulled his mask off completely, using his fingers to comb back the loose hairs that escaped and fell over his face.
Techno hummed at what the other said, thinking it through as he opened the chest, looking through what he could find, it was nothing much, some loose gold and iron nuggets with magma cream, they had plenty of those:”Mmhm… you’re right… there’s nothing here, I’m coming down.” With that he threw the sword back down and jumped down as well, grunting when his ankles felt the weight of his body. He wasn’t like Dream who would carefully distribute his weight all over his joints so that he would be able to keep up his hour long runs and hunts through the forest.
“If we’re lucky we will be back home before breakfast tomorrow morning”, Dream said, lowering to pick up the sword and hand it back to Techno, before pulling out his pickaxe, “Fundy and Purpled have been BEGGING me to get them some pretty blocks to use. Gilded Blackstone will look neat.”
After the brief explanation he dug into the walls, taking out the gilded blackstone and storing it away, soon enough Techno shrugged, just accepting it before he dug in as well to hurry up with the process.
‘You missed debris in the chest’ ‘There was the gold in the wall’ ‘Technoblind strikes again’
“Chat stop it I didn’t miss anything, stop trolling me, Chat. Noo. You won’t trick me again”, Techno spoke up, not pausing his mining of the stone that was in front of him.
Dream shot him a look, at first thinking that the hybrid was talking to him, but soon he realized it was the ‘Chat’ he was speaking to. Even after years of knowing the man and his tendency to talk to the Chat it still caught Dream off guard when man would start yelling or talking when no one else was speaking, but he didn’t worry. The Chat usually didn’t try to harm Techno, besides making his quests longer by making him go look for one thing or the other he missed… other times however… Chat scared Dream. Sometimes it would tell Techno to kill someone or urge him to kill them all. Dream knew because countless times he heard Techno fight with it in his own room or middle of the battlefield. Usually someone would be able to bring Techno out of it, by making a joke or taking his attention away to something else. It worked well.
“What’s going on?”, Dream poked his head out of his tunnel to look down Techno’s.
“Chat is being very annoying and sayin’ that I missed something back on the upper floor… And guess what they can say I missed it ALLL THEY WANT cuz I ain’t checking. I am not”, he continued to dig, not shifting his eyes to Dream one time as he went on about his rant.
“Oooh, that makes sense”, Dream said, ignoring that it in fact, did not make any sense to him, “Think you got enough?”
Techno darted his eyes around the tunnel, before nodding: “Should be enough for them, mark it on the map so we can come back with more people and just tear it down.”
With that he walked out, anxiously looking back towards the upper floor. He bit inside of his cheek looking around and back towards the fog, before focusing on the upper floor and part of the chest he saw from where he stood.
‘Technoblind’ ‘Techno you gotta get new glasses’ ‘TECHNOBLIND’
“... we should check it out just in case. Help me up again?”, Techno looked to Dream, finally deciding that he’d rather check than worry IF he got it. He would very much like to sleep when they got back.