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It’s not everyday your role model, someone you’ve considered a comfort person, to just disappear like that. Here’s a fic dedicated to the Sbi brothers, and my way of saying goodbye to technoblade.
He opens his eyes, squinting at the light. Blinking..
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And he’s up. He hears cries, the cries of his siblings, his parents, and his friends.. He wishes to reach and comfort them, but he finds he cannot. He phases through them, as he was a ghost. He is a ghost. The man notices his wings white as they are, they have highlights of pink.
How ironic.
He sought to be with the ones he cared for, both his actual and online family. So he did, he checked on them one by one, each of the grieving or mourning in their own ways. In any other occasion, he would sympathise with them, maybe tease them. It wasn’t the best way to make a person feel better but it worked, it always worked.
His dad, sent a video to his fans, one last video, just like he promised. Tears should be falling, dripping of his face too. But they are not, he is not crying. He can’t, so he watches in sadness how his family grieves him. He notices his siblings shutting themselves out. He sees Phil, and Kristen crying, their eyes red as his couldn’t be. He sees Wilbur, in all his chaos, refusing to get out of bed, do anything. He sees Tommy shutting himself out, from everyone and everything.
But there was nothing he could do, he was gone and deep down all those that grieve him knew it. His family, his friends, his fans , hell even his haters. He notices himself fading away, in a panic all he can do is yell out his one final wish.
”Don’t grieve me, nerds. Live and laugh as you always do. I’m not going anywhere, so take your time.”