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Techno threw clothes, rations, medicine, anything he needed on his journey to find Wilbur and Phil. What happened to them, you may ask? Welp, don’t ask him, he was barely five months old. He vaguely remembered an aunt who took care of him till he was six, then took off, leaving him to fend for himself. Somehow, despite all odds, he managed to survive.
He needed to venture out into the world. When he was ten, he found out he was a piglin hybrid. The tusks split his face open while it was growing, and it hurt so much for a few days that Techno couldn’t open his mouth. Being a piglin hybrid is very rare, and if you're a hybrid, there’s a high possibility that your family are hybrids too. Hybrids are genetics that can be passed down from your parents. Techno was determined to get some answers.
So here he was, on a quest to find his family who left him twenty one years ago.
Techno sighed.
He hated the sand. It always got into his favourite shoes and caused his feet to itch.
For the millionth time, he stopped to shake sand out of his shoe.
Looking around him, he saw a village only a few metres away.
Drowning the last of his water, he made his way towards the village, intending to restock his rations and get a good night's sleep there.
“Hullo. I’m a traveler from the southern west, I’m looking for a place to rest,” Techno ducked under some hanging blankets, finding an old woman tending to her shop.
The old woman’s face had many wrinkles on them, rough lines on her hands showcasing the tough life she’d had.
She was polite and nice, and there was an apple pie-like smell around her shop making Techno feel so warm.
“There’s a small hotel nearby where you can rest, prices are cheap but the rooms are smaller in size.”
Sounded good for Techno. He didn’t need a large space.
“Where can I find the hotel?”
“Up right,” she pointed to the small garden to her right.
“Go round that, walk straight for a while and you’ll see the hotel,” she smiled at him.
“Thanks,” Techno gave her a grateful nod.
He heaved up his stuff, making his way to the hotel.
It was a small building, yet it seemed cosy, sort of like a home.
Techno stepped in.
The blast of the cold air conditioning gently brushed his face, blessing him a reprieve from the heat.
“How much for two nights?”
The lady at the desk looked up, “100 dollars.”
Techno pulled a few notes from his pocket, counting them.
The lady took in Techno’s large frame, sword strapped to his back, and the many knives in his bag.
“Are you a traveler?”
Techno handed her the notes, “Yeah, just passing by.”
The lady widened her eyes, “If you’re travelling to the west, you have to be careful.”
Techno frowned.
He was travelling to the west.
“What’s wrong with the west?”
“Rumor has it two men are running for their lives, killing anyone who dares to get to them, and they were last spotted running to the west.”
The lady shuddered, “They were so monstrous that villagers staying near the west fled their houses in fear.”
She gave him the key card, continuing, “They were even labelled ‘The demon duo’ because of how ruthless they were.”
The demon duo.
Huh. Dumb name. If it was up to Techno he would use a cooler name like...like blood god.
That sounded way cooler.
Techno assured her he would be careful, and went up to his room, exhausted from the day’s travel.
Opening the door, Techno was greeted with a small room with blue walls.
The bed was facing the window, and there was a closet beside it.
A bathroom was adjacent to the bed, and there was even a bathtub inside.
Techno loved it.
It was way better than the home he grew up in.
Sinking down on the bed, Techno didn’t bother unpacking before drifting off into a deep sleep.
Tomorrow, he'll continue the search for his family.
“Where are you Wilbur?”
Techno groaned.
He really needed to invest in better clothes because his shirt had a tear which kept getting in stuff, and it was annoying Techno. A lot.
Fine, he’ll go to the shops today.
Maybe he’ll find clothes that actually fit him.
He made sure to lock the door properly, kicking it to make sure it was secured. He’s been in enough hotels to know that most doors don’t work and people walk in and steal shit. Ain’t no way that’s happening on his watch.
Satisfied with the low possibility of robbers breaking in, he wandered around till he found a night market that sold everything he needed.
“Excuse me, do you have red robes?”
The white haired shopkeeper stood up straight, gesturing for Techno to follow him to the back.
“Red robes here, other colors at the front,” the shopkeeper pointed to them, ushering Techno forward.
Techno bowed slightly to him, accustomed with their custom of bowing as a form of thanking someone.
Techno looked around a little, not really caring about the designs as long as the robes were red.
He held up a red robe, staring at it for all of one second before spinning around, ready to pay for it.
“That robe looks like shit, why do you have no taste?”
What the fuck.
Was that…a child’s voice?”
A small figure emerged from the back, staring defiantly up at him.
Okay what the fuck.
Why did a tiny blonde child with a torn ragged red shirt just appear in the back of a robes shop?
“Who the fuck are you?” Techno blurted.
The kid snorted, “Cursing in front of a child? All time low man, are you trying to get cancelled?”
Okay, so the kid had a mouth on him.
Techno shrugged, “Isn’t it past your bedtime to be out? Where’s your parents?”
The kid pulled himself up to his full height–which, admittedly, wasn’t that tall— and gave Techno the fucking middle finger.
“I AM NOT A FUCKING CHILD FUCKING FUCK YOU.”
Techno considered laughing.
He decided against it.
“You literally called yourself a child just now.”
“I AM NOT!”
“Okay, so you’re a kid.”
Techno stared.
“Do you need a phone to call your parents?”
The child clenched his jaw. “I don’t have parents. They died.”
Techno nearly said a few apologetic words when the expression on the kid’s face turned into a smug smirk.
“Bet you feel like a real asshole now huh?”
Forget it, Techno was gonna counter with his own parents' trauma
The kid spotted his knives.
"YOU KILL PEOPLE."
Techno groaned. "I do not."
"Are those real knives?"
"Yes but-"
His eyes practically lit up and he ran around in circles around Techno, “Why do you have knives? Are you a killer? Oh oh you’re on a journey aren’t you? Can we tag along, please please pretty please?”
Techno didn’t have the energy to deal with this. He still had a long journey ahead of him.
“No” He continued walking to the front.
“But I said please!” The kid pouted.
Techno ignored him, leaving the kid standing in the back.
It was only when he exited the shop then he realized the kid said we.