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꧁⎝ 𓆩༺ ☀︎ ༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

Grian took coming out as a watcher to everyone slowly. He was telling people one on one, or in small groups.

He talked about just having a big server meeting with X, but it just felt terrifying to even think about. Telling them about his little body swap and why his hair was full of white streaks was har enough. So as season 9 was wrapping up, he would go around and chat with people.

It was a bit awkward sometimes, but it was worth every time. Almost all of them had questions, but they all accepted him. It made him feel really loved, and safe.

The only ones he had left to tell were Gem and Etho. 

Grian was on his way over to Gem’s base to tell them. The pair was sparring over there, Grian could tell from the amount of “Etho was slain by GeminiTay” filling the chat.

He landed smoothly on the ground, next to where they were fighting with wood swords, “Hello!” he yelled over the sounds of wooden swords clashing against each other.

“Oh, hey Grian!” Gem called back.

Etho waved, his eyes smiling at him. The smile turned to shock as Gem thrusted her sword through his chest.

Gem cackled at her win, “Don’t let your guard down, Etho,” she said to him, as the ninja respawned.

“Sorry for distracting you,” Grian apologized.

Etho shrugged, “Eh, it’s fine. I was losing anyway.”

Gem put her sword into her inventory, pulling out a gapple, and biting into it as she spoke “You here to join, Grian?”

He shook his head, “Nope. I do not feel like getting murdered repeatedly by you today Gem. I actually came here to talk to you both about something.”

Etho’s eyebrows shot up, as he walked over to Gem, “Oh? About what?”

Gem leaned forward slightly, her unfinished gapple vanishing into her inventory, “Is this what you told Impulse about the other day? I asked him about it, but he said it wasn’t up to him to tell.”

Grian felt his wings flutter a little behind him from stress, “Uh, yeah. It is.”

Gem nodded, putting a hand on her chin, “Does it also have something to do with what Pix and Scott were hiding from me when you and that kid swapped? Cuz I know it was more than just that kid being there.”

Grian narrowed his eyes, Pix and Scott hadn’t told him anything about them hiding stuff from Gem, “Um, maybe?”

“Okay, Gem, stop pestering him. Let him continue,” Etho placed a hand on Gem’s shoulder, “Go on, Grian.”

He took a deep breath in through his nose, and out through his mouth. Both these two knew what watchers were, both of them probably knew the myths about him, this would be easy. All he had to do was say it. He closed his eyes, “I’m…” he paused for dramatic effect, “Xelqua.” He reopened his eyes, letting them glow purple to prove it.

Gem let out an instant groan, while Etho punched the air in joy with his free hand.

Etho shook Gem’s shoulder making her rock a bit, “Alright, hand them over.”

All of the fear and anxiety that was filling Grian’s chest popped like a balloon at that reaction, being replaced by sheer and utter confusion, “What.”

Gem sighed, shaking her head, pulling diamonds out of her inventory and handing them to Etho, “Ugh, I was sure he was a Void Wraith!”

Grian scrunched his nose, “A Void Wraith?!”

“No, no. I told you he smelled of Watcher,” Etho clutched the diamonds in his hand, a joyful glenn in their eyes.

Grian blinked repetitively, trying to figure what in the Void was going on, “Wait, you knew?! For how long?!”

“Since I first saw you,” Etho shrugged, like this was nothing, “Your clothes when you arrived were a dead give away, plus the magic coming off you confirmed it.”

“Yeah, the magic was a big tell that something was off about you,” Gem nodded along.

“So,” Grian clasped his hands together in front of himself, “You decided to take bets on it?” He shook his head, this was so silly. Well… he couldn’t really judge them… Not when he and Pearl made bets on what Gem was… “And Gem, you can’t talk about hiding magic traces! You reeked of low level goddess when you joined!”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t really trying to hide it, I knew everyone would find out at some point. And I’m medium level, thank you very much.”

“Low medium level.”

“Anyway Grian,” Etho took his hand off of Gem’s shoulder, and began walking towards Grian, “We support you. I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to tell us. And thank you for winning me a stack of diamonds.”

“A stack?!? You bet a stack on my identity?!”

“I was about to raise him another as well…” Gem murmured, “I was so certain you were a Void Wraith!”

“Why would I be a Void Wraith?!” Grian was offended that she thought that of him.

“I thought you were a nice one!”

“Never in my life have I heard of a nice Void Wraith!” His wings extended behind him to make his point clearer.

“Actually,” Etho began in their classic nonchalant tone with a little bit of pride mixed in, “I met a nice one a few years back.”

“No!” Grian replied in shock.

“Really?!” Gem asked, “I thought Grian was one of a kind!”

He rolled his eyes, “Not a Void Wraith!”

Etho nodded, “Oh yeah, they were chill. Like a vegetarian Void Wraith, only ate empty servers, or ones with few people on them.”

“Okay, I feel like we’re getting off topic,” Gem interrupted, “Grian is a Watcher. We both knew, because I’m a medium-”

“Low,” Grian introjected with a smirk. That’s what she gets for thinking he was a server eater.

She shot him a glare, “A medium tier goddess, and Etho is Etho. We love you and support you, and think it was very nice for you to come out to us.”

He smiled at the pair of Canadians, “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome!” Etho yelled, wrapping him into a hug.

Grian let out a squawk as Gem joined in on the crushing action, “Can’t… Breath!”

That only made them hug tighter.

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Xanta carefully opened the front door. They crept through the threshold, and pulled the door shut, wincing at the loud click of the lock as they turned it shut. Their brother should be asleep by now, and they were hoping that their parents would be still out or focusing on something else. They relaxed slightly now that they were home, and no one had yelled at them for staying out late yet. Xanta walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge. The yellow light in it flickered as their eyes scanned for something to eat. The only thing that appeared to be edible there was a single apple. They went to grab it, but hesitated, Suma would need something to eat for breakfast tomorrow. They felt the money they had earned jingle in their pocket. They could probably slip out to one of the few stores that was still open at this hour and get themself dinner. The jobs they were getting still didn’t pay well, but once they made a name for themself, people would be lining up to hire them. 

They shut the fridge with a long sigh. They just got home and now they had to leave again. They looked at the kitchen counter, it was covered in unwashed dishes. It would probably end up being their job to wash it. 

The squeak of a chair came from the dining room around the corner. Xanta’s head snapped to where the noise echoed from. Was it their dad waiting for them? Had they been caught? They slowly walked over, rounding the corner. The tension of getting in trouble fell when they saw the green armour of their brother, he was sitting at the dinner table, an empty plate in front of him, “Suma, you should be asleep by now.”

He gave them a side eye, “So should you.”

They sighed, leaning against the wall, “You gonna tell our parents?”

“I won’t,” Xanta could sense a but coming as Xisuma crossed his arms, “but you have to tell me what you were doing out there, and get me dinner.”

“You haven’t eaten yet?”

He shook his head, “No, we’re out of food again. I was saving what we had for tomorrow.”

Xanta ruffled through their inventory, pulling out an ender chest. They placed it down, opening it. Then they noticed something strange. The slot where they’re diamonds should be, had a blue coin in its place. They blinked and they’re whole inventory and ender chest was full of these, “What?” They looked up at their brother, hoping he would understand.

He looked back at him, an unfamiliarity in his eyes, as he sat on his blackstone throne, “What are you doing here, Evil Xisuma?” His eyes glowed red, as he flipped a coin.

They stumbled backward, “Hey, what’s going on here?”

He laughed, “Do you remember? Don’t you remember what you did?”

They stared back at him, confused.

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Puffy adjusted her seat, and flipped through her notes, “From what you’ve told me, it seems a lot of your problems stem from your relationship with your brother.”

Ex laughed slightly, not taking this seriously, “I rambled about a weird dream I had, and that’s your take away?”

“Well, you saw your brother, he was on the throne you built, living the mistakes you made. You clearly care about him; you’re scared that if you try to help him, he’ll become more like you.”

Ex rolled their eyes, “You can’t get that from just a dream.”

She set her notes down, leaning forward, “You’re right. I’ve gotten it from everything in our last few sessions, this is just one more piece of evidence to the pile.”

“You know I’ve been lying, like 90% of the time? I barely care about this shIt,” they leaned back in their chair, crossing their arms. Sometimes they were truthful, but everyone knows you have to lie to your therapist.

“Oh, I know. But you still come. No one is forcing you to be here, unlike most of my other clients,” She lightly sassed.

“Gods!” Ex threw their arms up, “You said that the people here needed therapy and they won’t come! So I made them come! Is that not what you wanted?”

Puffy sighed, shaking her head, “We can debate this later. Right now, we’re here to talk about you.”

They crossed their arms again, sinking back into the chair, “You’re the one who brought it up.”

“You know you’re paying me for this? You are paying me for every minute you spend wasting time.”

They rolled their eyes again, money didn’t matter. If she wanted diamonds, they would just spawn them in. Who cares if they inflated the economy?

“Xanta, I know you care. I know you want to get better. Stop pretending you don’t. If you didn’t give a shit, you wouldn’t be here.” Anger bled into her voice.

They crossed their arms tighter, squeezing their chest. The exosuit made little clicks of noise, as they held themself tight. “Fine, alright. I’ll play nice.”

“Good!” Puffy smiled, “Now. We were talking about your brother.”

She always wanted to talk about their brother, “Xisuma, yeah.”

“You had a dream where he was acting like you. And this was a bad dream, correct?” She picked up her notes again, writing in them.

“Well, the first bit was a memory. But yeah, bad dream.” They looked at the ground, they didn’t like how this session was going.

Puffy nodded, writing something down, “You don’t want to be there for your brother, because you’re scared he’ll end up like you, and you also want to make up for what you’ve done.”

Puffy didn’t know half of what they’d done, “I’m not scared. That is fucking stupid.”

She wrote something else down in her book, “Do you feel scared getting close to anyone, or is it just Xisuma?”

Ex sat up, “Are you asking if I have commitment issues or some shit?!” They were honestly upset she would mention something like that, “You know I have a whole ass boyfriend?! Void, I’ve also been running this shithole for months now, and I’ve barely thought about ditching it!”

Puffy added more to her notes, “But you have thought about it?”

“I-” they glared at her, “Yes, alright? I have. But I haven’t done it, have I?”

“And I’m proud of you for that.”

“Don’t patronize me.”

She jotted another note, “I wasn’t trying too, sorry.” She stood up, walking over to her desk in the corner, “Now, I have an idea to help you with your commitment issues,” she reached down, grabbing something, “which you don’t have,” she added at the end.

“I don’t have any. I have a wonderful boyfriend, who I am very committed to.”

“I’ll believe that when I meet him…” she muttered under her breath.

“I heard that,” Ex snapped, “Hels is real, I have shown you photos!”

“Okay, okay, you have a very real boyfriend, who you haven’t let onto the server you run. But until you let him join, have this!” She dropped a potted plant onto their lap.

The plant was a blood red vine. Small thorns grew along it. It had 3 main vines branching out from a flower bud in the middle. Ex recognized it as the weed that had been growing all over the server lately. “Did you just grab this from outside?”

Puffy smiled, “Yeah, it reminded me of you. Red and prickly.”

Ex rolled their eyes for what felt like the billionth time, “I have gotten so many complaints about those vines. I’m just a few more of those from going into creative and clearing it.”

“Oh don’t do that!” Puffy playfully whined, “It’s really pretty when you give it a chance. Now, if you can keep that plant alive until our next session, I’ll give you a reward.”

They raised an eyebrow, not that anyone could see under their helmet, “And what’s that?”

She gave him a smug smirk, “You’ll just have to keep your plant alive and find out.”

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Ex groaned and bashed their head to the table. Their admin panel floated above them as they looked back up at it. This server was actually the worst place in existence. At first, the code seemed simple enough, some mild modifications had clearly been made, but didn’t seem like something they couldn’t handle. Oh, how wrong they ended up being.

Dream and XD dug deep into the code of this world, removing everything they did that was proving to be a challenge. Even with XD gone, parts of his magic still lingered. It mixed with the code entangling itself into it like a weed. To up root it, they need to slowly chip away at it day after day after day. The server lock keeping people in was easy enough to get rid of, it had been done through pure code, Dream’s handy work. People could leave now if they so wished, and they seemed to have no adverse effects after doing so. Ex had gotten the content of the revive book from Techno, because even though the life lock was gone, they wanted to study it. It could maybe be used for other things. What those things were, Ex didn’t know yet, but it was nice to have.

Ex stood up from the desk, they needed to stretch their legs. They almost got the whitelist under their control. They just needed to turn it off and on again, then they could add people to it. They only managed to add themself after spending hours of doing different commands to force OP. The only way on for people who weren’t added to the whitelist, was still hacking in. But that was about to change.

They walked around the prison, they’d been staying here the last few days. Sam was in need of a break, and Ex was the only one who offered to fill in for him. They went up to the balcony, staring down at Dream in his cell. Ex had decided to keep the lava down while they were here. They wanted to be able to see Dream with their own eyes. That man somehow made the one of the tightest webs of code that they’d ever seen before. Dream looked up at him, the pair made eye contact. Dream grinned at him, his smile twisted. It was as if Dream knew that Ex was struggling with the code. Ex turned away, descending back to their desk. They sat down and pulled up their admin panel again. They got ready to cycle the white list.

Cyberknife has joined the game

“What?” Ex muttered. Who was this stranger who just joined their server? They felt a pull in the code of the world towards this person, the stranger already had op for some reason.  Ex had only turned off the whitelist for a few seconds as it cycled. The temptation to just ban this person right away was there, but Ex decided to check them out first. The prison would be okay alone for a little bit. They just couldn’t leave it for more than a few hours, this should only take 5 minutes. They teleported to spawn, looking for this new person. 

Admiring their cufflinks, was a pigling hybrid clad in blue. They wore nice navy shoes, a blue suit, a white shirt with thick ruffles, and pink hair slicked back into a tight ponytail. They bore a striking resemblance to Technoblade. The person turned to face them, “Oh, you must be the ‘admin’ of my server!” They had this hint of glee in their voice as they declared that with pride.

Ex glared at this stranger, “The fuck you mean ‘your server’? I’m the admin of this shit hole, it’s mine.” 

The Technoblade clone let out a long sigh, holding a hand to their forehead, muttering “By Exor, Father mentioned this might be a problem,” they moved their arms behind their back and took a step towards them, doing their best to stand taller, “I am Cyberknife. This server has been in my family for generations, it is ours. I am here to reclaim it. I will allow you to remain here in exchange for servitude.”

A scowl spreads across Ex’s lips, “Yeah, that’s not happening. I don’t care how long this has been ‘in your family’, it’s mine.” There was a hiss in their tone, as they pulled a sword from their inventory, “I will just ban you, right here, right now,” in their other hand, they ready their admin panel. They were going to ban this bitch if he said one more thing that pissed them off-

He smirked,“How about, no.” He raised his left hand and snapped his fingers.

Ex felt their connection to the code of this world weaken in an instant. Their admin panel shattered, the code that formed it broke like glass, then dissolving into glitter. They’d been de-opted. They just stood in shock for a few seconds, staring at this person.

He chuckled, “Oh, how the tables have turned. You forgot I also had admin permissions, didn’t you?” He swiped his left hand through the air, their light blue admin panel appearing before him. “My father gave me these privileges when we lived here. I was but a child back then. I still can’t quite remember why we ever left in the first place…”

Ex silently stared at Cyberknife. They slowly began hacking back into the core of the server’s code. They didn’t want to pull up their panel again, so they were forced to do it in their mind. Hacking and coding mentally was not one of Ex’s strong suits, just one more thing their brother was better at. They worked best with their panel, but they would have to do without. They were working slowly, so as to not bring up any alarms to Cyberknife.

“Not very talkative anymore, are you?” He pulled up their code, reading their name, “EvilXisuma?” They paused, peering closer, “No, Xantavoid. You have a fake name listed in your code, but you didn’t do a great job hiding it. Aren’t you an interesting little Voidwalker?” Ex did not like the tone he said Voidwalker in, “Don’t see many of your lot anymore, nearly gone, I believe,” Cyberknife giggled, laughing at the genocide of Ex’s people, “That would be quite the shame. Such pretty wings you people have. You have a nice pair yourself, it would be sad if anything were to happen to them.” He laughed again.

Ex continued to wordlessly glare at the man, not letting him see the rage they felt as he threatened their wings. 

They were slowly getting back into the server, but it was slower than they would like. They could do it much faster if they could pull out their panel, but it wasn’t worth the risk.

They wanted to gut this man, then spread his remains into the deepest depths of the Void. Their breaths started to quicken with anger, the suit rising and falling with them as they kept focusing on reconnecting to this world.

Cyberknife began to scroll through the player list, “What a bunch of nobodies you have here. Like Ponk? Who even is that? I would think the people who robbed my family of this land would at least have names worth noting.” The piglin kept scrolling through the player list, before pausing over one name with wide eyes, Ex had a good guess of which.

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Technoblade helped Ranboo place the last couple of blocks on the roof. The wooden planks fit nicely into place, the smell of pine wood filling the air. “Are you sure about this, kid?”

“I mean, if I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t have built the house.” They said, before teleporting down to the ground.

Techno slid off the roof, landing next to the kid on his feet, “Don’t think your buddies in L’manburg would like you building a summer home here.”

More like winter home. 

Cold home

Wet snowy home

The Enderman hybrid shrugged, “They don’t have to know.”

We should blow up L’manburg already

Yea! Then Ranboob can live here forever

Techno looked up at the cabin the pair just finished building, shaking his head slightly at Ranboo’s comment, ignoring the Voices for now. They had to know that their friends would find out one day of his plans, but they didn’t need to know right now. He looked back to them, “Are you still avoiding Xanta?”

Damn Techno, just jumping to the questions.

Ranboo shifted awkwardly, “I mean… defined avoiding?”

Avoid: to keep away from or stop oneself from doing (something).

Techno rolled his eyes, “They only want to help you, you know.”

Therapy

The child needs it.

Really badly.

Ranboo took a deep breath, the air coming out of their lungs visible in the cold, “I know… I just want to better understand what is going on with myself before I talk to them, or Puffy, about it.” 

He nodded, Techno knew where they were coming from, it took him a long time before telling Phil about the Voices. “I’m not going to force, or rat you out to them. But they might be able to help you, more than I can anyway. Magic stuff is not my best subject. Unless it’s Gods and stuff, I know more of that than I would like.”

English major /derogatory

Traumatized boi

“But what if there’s more to it than magic? I hear his voice in my brain. What if I’m more vulnerable to him then I even know?” The kid wrapped their arms around their body, their eyes conveying the shame deep in their mind as they stared at the snow. Techno placed a hand on their shoulder.

“It’s not your fault, Ranboo.” They looked up at him, Techno smiled softly, “Dream’s a powerful person, but I’m here to help you through this.” Ranboo smiled back gently.

Bonding moment pog

Then the scene before him vanished. Techno felt himself being whisked away, teleported elsewhere. He found himself at spawn, staring at what looked to be a twisted reflection of himself.

NOOOO 

We wanted more bonding…

Meh, I want Ranboo to stay traumatized

Fluff vs Angst frrr

I like angst more tbh

So u hate urself?

Yes, yes I do. I like to read about my favourite characters not being okay.

Who hurt you?

Society

Techno just stared at the hybrid piglin in blue, and they stared back. Who were they? Xanta was standing next to Techno, he glanced over at the Admin, “Who is this new guy?”

They shrugged silently, but their body remained tense. Their finger was nervously tapping against their leg, a small clank emanated with every tap of the suit hitting itself. Their wings were tightly folded against their body. Techno could tell they were nervous, that’s what their body language was screaming at least. If the new person was causing this, they were a threat.

“Technoblade?” They had a hesitancy in their voice, as if they didn’t believe that Techno was real.

He raised an eyebrow, “Yeah? That’s my name. Who are you?”

The other pigling hybrid straightened his jacket, “I am Cyberknife, I have been looking for you. I believe I may be your distant cousin.”

Who?

“Heh?” Techno said loudly, glancing back at Xanta, very confused.

The admin looked at him for a moment, then went back to staring daggers at Cyberknife. They were focusing on something or rather, Techno would have to ask later, because they clearly weren’t in the mood for talking, and Techno had bigger fish to fry. Said fish actually being a pig, a pig that claimed to be his cousin, “Can you explain what you mean by this?”

Cyberknife flicked his hair as he walked towards Techno, “Long ago, my great great great grandfather, Sir Billiam the third, produced two heirs. The eldest of them was my great great grandfather, and the other was kidnapped as a young child. Sir Billiam the third never bothered to pay the ransom, because they were unfit to inherit the family name anyway.”

FROM TALES!?

Probably from tales, how many Sir Billiams are there?

3, at least.

Fuck you

Techno narrowed his eyes, starting to circle Cyberknife, “So you think I’m related to the kid who got kidnapped?”

Cyberknife nodded, now circling Techno as well, “Yes. I mean, our resemblance to one another is striking, no?”

Techno let out a hum, “You’re right there.”

Techno clone

There was something about the cocky smirk that spread across Cyberknife’s face that annoyed Techno. It was a smile Techno was familiar with, he’d seen it on kings and royalty. It was a look of someone who thought they were better than everyone. He’d taken joy in watching it fade as he slaughtered them. 

“I heard stories of you on Hypixel, and when I saw your photo, I knew immediately that you had to be within our bloodline.” Cyberknife reached out and put a hand on Techno's shoulder, “I am so happy to have finally found you! I never expected it to be here of all places, but Exor must have been looking out for me.”

“What’s so special about this server?” Techno asked. This was some nothing server XD gave Dream, why did Cyberknife care about it?

“It’s our family server, we lost it a little while ago. But I’m glad it still remained within the family.” Cyberknife pulled his hand back, “For a moment, I genuinely believed that this little idiot of a Voidwalker was actually in charge of this place!” He laughed with a taste of cruelty flooding his tone.

Oh, so that’s why Xanta was nervous. This guy is racist.

I don’t like this guy.

Stab him.

Do it!

Murder!!

DEEATTTHHHH

Techno agreed with the Voices, for once, this guy needed to go.

He did not even think about it for a second when he drew his trident.

He let the bloodlust that had been brewing within him grow within his chest. It had been too long since he last had a drop of the sweet taste of death.

He thrusted his trident forward, the weapon piercing Cyberknife’s gut. His deep ruby red blood poured onto the blue blades. Cyberknife looked at Techno with a face of complete betrayal and horror.

Techno grinned, and forced the trident in deeper with a twist.

Cyberknife let out a chilling scream of pain as Techno ripped the weapon out of his chest.

BLOOD!!

Techno lunged forward, switching to his sword. It wasn’t the Orphan Obliterator, he was still yet to reclaim that, but it was a fine back up. He slashed Cyberknife across the face, the blade going cleanly across his opponent’s upper left forehead, and down through his right eye.

E

Cyberknife fumbled to pull out a cutlass, raising it at Techno. But the blood running down his face was clearly making it hard to see, nevermind fight. His stance was off balance, the pain and blood loss must be making it hard for him.

He had to be low. 

DEEATTTTHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Techno charged in again, swapping back to his trident to remain out of reach of the cutlass. Technoblade stabbed at Cyber’s throat, the trident going right through. 

Cyberknife’s body crumbled into ash, and as his items and XP spilled across the floor, Techno picked up and pocketed the cutlass without thought.

YAYAYAYAAYYAYAYYAYAYAYAY!!!!!

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!!!!

“What was that for?!” screamed the freshly respawned Cyberknife.

Techno shrugged, “Racism.”

Yep.

Cyberknife scoffed, “Against who?! The Voidwalker?!” He vaguely waved over where Xanta was standing.

Xanta was quickly typing on a red floating panel in front of them, they didn’t even look up as Cyberknife continued to go off about them.

“They stole this server from my- our family! They deserve it!” Cyberknife yelled, “You should be agreeing with me on this! We’re family and they’re a thief!”

Techno rolled his eyes, “A thief who helped save my family. A thief who is a half decent person. And they didn’t even steal this place! That was Dream.”

Cyberknife let out a huff of anger, “But that doesn’t-” he didn’t even get to finish his sentence before he vanished from sight.

Xanta let out a chuckled, “You can’t keep me out of my own server, asshole.”

Eyy! Nicely done Ex!

Techno raised an eyebrow, “I’m assuming you just banned him?”

They nodded, “Yeah. He thought he got me by removing my OP, but I’ve spent enough time trying to hack my brother for that not to be a problem. That will be the last we see of him.”

Hopefully.

Techno nodded, “Alright. That’s good to hear.”

Now he had a long walk home… Maybe he could get Xanta to teleport him back. 

When Techno was about to ask, the admin teleported away.

Techno sighed, walking it was.

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