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It had been a great day for him, having spent his day looking for turtles and bees with his father.
Technoblade couldn't help a slight tug on his lips as he watched Phil set up the bee farm for him since he didn't know how to. He pulled his cloak tighter around him as he went to check on the small turtle enclosure he had finished a while ago.
"The farm's almost done, Techno," he heard Phil call out to him.
He snorted and brushed off the snow falling on his shoulders. "I'll just go and check on the turtles, then we'll call it a night." He called back, hearing an enthusiastic 'yes' behind him.
As he made his way to the fenced off enclosure, Techno noticed that snow was slowly piling up on the sand near the eggs. Sighing, he brought his hand above his eyes and looked up at the platform Phil built to keep the snow out of the enclosure. Clearly, it wasn't big enough.
It's so high up... He thought to himself. Techno ran a hand across his face and reached behind his back, grabbing the trident that was strapped to his back and planned out the exact trajectory and force he needed to throw it to drag himself up on that platform. An annoyed expression falling on his face as he realized that it was too high for him to reach without going up a hill or a small mountain first. And of course, the thought of the freezing water he had to jump into to propel himself with it increased his spite.
Suddenly, he remembered the trick he showed Phil that morning and took out an ender pearl from his inventory. The piglin hybrid waded in the nearby pond and propelled himself through the air with the trident and threw the ender pearl up the platform.
What he didn't plan for was the pearl hitting the edge of it, causing the hand that held his trident to bump against the hard surface. Panic filled his entire being when he lost his grip on the smooth metal of the trident.
Think! Find a way out of this mess! A voice screamed at him, the only voice that didn't agree with the others at the moment.
His hands hastily felt around his pockets and he pulled out another pearl. Without thinking about the possible outcomes and the proper location to land in, he threw the pearl at an awkward angle just as the trident came straight towards him.
Techno shut his eyes and hoped that he landed somewhere safe.
"Techno, the bee farm is done!" Phil shouted, walking towards the enclosure. He had heard his son use his trident earlier and he assumed it was to fix that platform. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he imagined what the piglin hybrid has in store for him about the platform.
He fixed his bucket hat on his head and stopped in his tracks when he didn't see his son. "Techno? Where are you, son?" He called, looking around him.
Huh.. maybe he went out to gather resources.
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When Techno came to, he immediately felt something digging into his side. He lifted his head to find out what held him there and saw the glowing turquoise shaft of the trident sticking out from his side, sending waves of pain throughout his entire frame.
"Phi... Ph--" he burst into a coughing fit, which wasn't a good sign.
He hoped that his father would come looking for him, until then, he would need to survive the night.
Turning his head to the side, he could make out the familiar cobblestone walls of a house. If the piglin could take a guess, he was either in a village or the house of someone that probably doesn't want to do anything with him.
Techno hoped that it was the former.
The sound of a villager's snore quenched the piglin's worry. For now.
A low growl escaped the lips of a nearby creature of the night and he felt panic shoot up his spine. Even if he was injured, he could probably take on whatever lurks in the darkness; but with a wound like this, he'd bleed out faster than he can kill it.
The piglin hoisted himself up to a sitting position, a scream almost finding its way out his throat as he felt the trident drop and tear his already damaged skin. He supported the trident with one hand as he painstakingly moved himself closer to the walls of the house.
Once he was done, he made a swiping gesture to open his inventory and was glad to see that he had his crossbow and some crossbow bolts in there.
He took them both out of his inventory and repeated the gesture to close it. Then, he loaded the first bolt to his crossbow and held it up in front of him - prepared to shoot anything or anyone that dared to come close.
Yes! Kill them! Kill them all!
Blood for the Blood God!
Techno shook his head at an attempt to keep the voices at bay. All their yelling certainly won't help him focus and he was having none of that tonight.
A distant growl and rattling of bones was all it took before the piglin fired at the source of the noise, followed by the sound of metal piercing through flesh and a large thud.
A zombie... He thought and reloaded, this time firing at his left when he heard rattling
Blood was starting to form a little pool around him, but he focused on picking off zombie after zombie that came. Never letting up despite the fact that it was becoming really hard to see what's in front of him.
Dawn was starting to break and Techno found himself in the middle of the already rotting corpses of the undead and the fallen skeletons he had shot down.
His chest felt tight and agony clouded his vision. Techno dropped his crossbow and let his hand fall to his side, his eyelids starting to drop from exhaustion.
From where he sat, he got the perfect view of the coming sunrise and he basked in the light that started to seep through the dark.
The last thing he saw was the silhouette of a person before his world went dark.
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A tall figure stood before the injured piglin, a blank expression plastered on his dirty and scratched up face as he observed him.
The blood covered the blades of grass around him and the trident that caused him pain glinted in the sunlight. He stared for another minute before his eyes widened and a gasp escaped his lips.
He hastily knelt down beside the unconscious man and opened his inventory for anything that could stop what little blood he had from further coming out the wound.
Panic rose in his chest as he desperately tried to find a way to save him. To save his brother.
The blond child tore a part of his own shirt as he screamed at the villagers for help.
"Help! Someone! Please!" He cried, pushing the cloth against his brother's wound.
"TECHNO!"