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Somewhere in the arctic, a piglin hybrid trudged through the snow.
His movements were slow, but purposeful as he focused on putting one foot over the other, ignoring the aches in every bone and muscle of his body. He was tired from running, from fighting, from being bound with his hands behind his back and dragged like an animal away from his home.
He was tired from dying.
Or almost dying. He technically did die, but the dark magic from popping a totem held his soul in place as the anvil dropped on his head. It stitched every bit of broken flesh back together and reversed the damage done by his executioners.
It was, however, his first time ever using a totem. So how well the totem works is still unknown. For all he knows, as soon as he stops moving his body will fall apart again, causing him to respawn.
One life down, two to go.
Not that he would survive long on his own. His second life would probably pass swiftly, and his third if Philza doesn't find him before it ends.
But like many things, that's a problem for tomorrow's Technoblade.
It felt like ages before Techno finally makes it out of the woods and almost to his home in the middle of the arctic wastes. The journey would've probably gone by faster had he done the smart thing and rode his horse from L'manburg, but he wanted to walk. Just to prove he can.
The house was cold, the fire having gone out in the time he was forced away from his home.
Home?
we're hooooome!
Ugh finally
yoo
E E E E E
RACOON BOY
pog
Technoblade never dies!
Check your basement
No!
Chat no spoilers!
don't be cringe chat
Hey look, Carl's stable is still intact
time for a long sleep
NO, REVENGE
Techno led his beloved horse to his stable, where the hay and wooden walls insulated the heat and kept the cold out. He untied the lead and placed it to the side, then went to pick up Carl's brush. Before he could, the horse pressed his nose against Techno’s chest, leading him to the doors of the stable.
Techno huffed. "Carl, I can't leave your fur all dirty and tangled."
The horse huffed back, then lifted his head to tap at one of the new scars on Techno's face.
Carl's right
Yeah!
E
Agreeeeed
NODDERS
"Carl didn't say anything, chat. He’s a horse."
Yeah he did
He doesn't have to use words
WE UNDERSTAND HIM
Sleepy arc
Technorest?
TECHNOSLEEP
You're all insufferable
TECHNOSUPPORT
Carl nudged Techno again, and he decided he didn’t have the energy to argue.
“Okay, fine I’m goin’. Jeez.”
Techno trudged his way up the stone steps of his house and into the main room. It wasn't until he made it into the building, still slightly warm from the fire that had previously burned, that Techno realized exactly how exhausted he felt and how grateful he was for the forced decision to head inside. He would usually take the time to undress his armor at the door where his armor rack was, but he was currently lacking in that department as of late.
The voices acted up after that reminder, getting louder and louder with their discomfort at having everything taken from Technoblade.
“I don’t like it either, chat, but we can worry about it later.” Right now, he just wanted to sleep .
So, Techno trudged up the stairs to his left, bypassing his usual routine of drinking tea and checking on the undead mobs before finally feeling tired enough to sleep. Once up the stairs, he headed right to his bedroom, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
He’d been fighting exhaustion and the fading adrenaline of his journey the whole night, not wanting to give in until he got home and only hanging on to the shred of life he had left. Finally, he could lay down and rest.
And whatever came next was out of his hands.