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The Pig and You
Streaming was always something that came easy to you. It was nice to know that at the end of the day you could always talk to the minimal people that viewed your channel. Talking had never been your strong suit, as you always felt uncomfortable in social situations. At school, you were always the kid in the background, who never talked to anyone but your small cluster of friends and who definitely never raised their hand. (AN: You're 16 in this universe.) But when you were streaming, chat was always there, always, to support you. They were there, specifically for you, and that made your heart swell every time you thought about it. Minecraft on the other hand, was just as comforting. You'd been playing for almost 9 years, but in the past 2 you'd gotten especially good at the game, especially PVP. Bedwars and Skywars were your strongest suits. You had been on the leaderboard for almost a year, and had the largest Bedwars win streak below Technoblade. When you started streaming 4 months ago and met Techno for the first time, that was when your career really started to take off.
Meeting Techno had been a blur, and to be honest, you can't remember all too well (you were too busy fangirling the whole time.) But all you can remember was Techno dming you on Discord challenging you to a solo Skywars game.
Technoblade: hello! i've seen you around on the leaderboard. i need to challenge someone. it would be just for fun of course. let m e know!
(AN: This is your IGN.) Queen(y/n): hi!! sure, i'd love to battle you. when and where were you thinking?
The conversation continued as you'd expect it to continue and your battle was set to be this week on Saturday. You were extremely nervous but also prepared. Although Technoblade was good, you were good as well. And you weren't going down without a fight. (AN: Whenever it says, "Queen(y/n) has joined the game." that means you are now physically in the game.)
Saturday. Queen(y/n) joined the game.
You stared at your surroundings. The hypixel lobby sign loomed massive over your head and the other players bustled around the lobby. Your messenger dinged, "Party Invite from Technoblade." You brushed off you knees, flicked you hair behind your shoulder, and walked over to looming statues that hover over the access portals. You were almost immediately sent to the world by teleportation. The breeze billowing around your face as your vision fell black. Landing hard on your feet, you surveyed your surroundings. Your island was close to mid but looking adjacent to you, so was Techno's. A plan began forming in your head. You hastily opened up the chests, grabbing a diamond chestplate and boots, a diamond sword, and wooden planks. Hurrying, you quickly bridged over to mid, almost falling from nerves. You looked around, not seeing anyone. Good. You thought out loud. I'm the first one here. You quickly open the chests at mid and pull out a stack of ender pearls, diamond leggings, and bottles of enchanting. Two players jump you but you are ready, knocking one into the void and critting the other out. Easy. Your plan was simple. You weren't going to go for Technoblade first. He was too valuable of a player. Instead, you could use him for clean-up; having him kill everyone else for you would leave you time to get stacked. You bridged over to the enchantment island and began to enchant your sword. Looking at the game creds, the number of players in the game was slowly inching down to two. You rushed back to mid. Technoblade was nowhere to be found. Your nerves crept up the back of your neck like an itch you couldn't scratch. Wind sending a chill down your spine. Then, you heard it. The snap of a branch, or was it the crunch of a leaf. It didn't matter. You whipped around and there he was, in all his anarchist glory. His long, pink hair whirling around in the gusts of wind, red cape billowing behind him. He unsheathed his sword and pointed it directly at your face.
"Let's dance," he said slyly. Don't make the first move. You thought wryly. Let him come to you. Technoblade came running at you at a speed unbeknownst to mankind, sword gleaming at his side. He jumped but you dodged his quick attack, making him fall at your feet. You swing your sword at him, but he blocked it right above his face, eyes intense from pressure. The ground slipped from underneath you as Techno kicked at your ankles. You both scrambled to your feet, and became locked in a deadly battle filled with strong attacks and smart blockages. You were the perfect match for each other, almost too perfect. You knew that in order to win, you had to do something that caught Techno off guard and surprised the both of you. So...you ran. Up the top of the mid tower and waited, baiting him.
"Y/n..." he whispered menacingly. "Come out, come out wherever you are." Sweat trickled down your back as your breath began to grow heavier and heavier. If this worked. Well. You heard the click of his boots directly below you. Checkmate. You jumped down, your sword held in front of you. Slicing a thick line directly down his back, leaving a heavy crit. He yelped in pain and jumped around, caught completely off guard. Struggling to hold his sword from the massive wound on his back, he swung his sword helplessly at you. Jumping around, easily avoiding his painfully weak attempts of attack, you kick your foot into his chest, leaving a dirt stain on the clean, white blouse. Your sword swings, halting next to his neck, pulse visible under the tinted pink skin.
"Fuck," he whispered. Your messenger dinged, screaming, "VICTORY!" You were warped back into the lobby. Queen(y/n) left the game. And that's how you met Technoblade.</h3>