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Techno always hated orphans. Everyone around him constantly believes he shows disdain for them because it's part of the anarchist character he puts on.
A lot of his friends on the server don't remember the real reason he hates ‘em, and he doesn't blame them. Its been 11 years. A decade is a long time, too much time to remember a young one who ran away. and ditched them all
Techno didn't really care if anyone remembered the little shit. That's a lie, he cares if people bring him up. Not that it sucked having a little kid around to mentor or “raise” as Karl put it. It sucked having his friends know that at one point THE Blood God had a weakness, and bringing up the little demon made his head hurt.
Techno was wandering through the Stronghold, the only one to have a working end portal. No one is allowed through it thanks to the work of XD, but it couldn't help to explore it and find any and all loot it holds right?
He opened one of the chests near the portal room, hoping it would have maybe some gold or potatoes.
He was correct in his assumption, a few ingots of gold and some potatoes.
Techno closes the chest, standing up and biting into the potato. He didn't have a furnace on him so eating it raw would have to do.
When passing by the portal room he thought he heard the sound of someone, exiting the portal? Well that's not correct, no one’s even allowed in the end and if they got out they wouldn't spawn back here, they'd spawn…well at spawn.
He stops outside the hallway of the portal room, peaking his head in to see what's up.
A young end creature pulls himself up out of the portal and onto the steps, wiping his forehead. It's not an enderman, couldn't be. It has sentience like.. a player?
The boy goes down the steps of the portal and out the room, noticing Techno by the entrance.
“Who are you?!” the child questions, staring up at the pig hybrid. Not baring a weapon, but quite feisty.
“I could be askin’ you the same question little boy.” Techno responds, crouching down to the demon’s level.
“You're in my house”
“Public domain”
The younger boy pauses looking at Techno in admiration. The crown, the axe, the coat. He seems, powerful? That's what he wants to be.
The monarch perks an eyebrow, following the young one’s gaze towards his crown. Chuckling, he asks the endling, “You want a prize like this?” the kid nods hesitantly. “Ya clearly don't know your stuff. I'll teach ya.”
The boy looks at him, puzzled. A stranger? Offering to help? But if its someone who's clearly powerful, he'd gladly be trained by him.
So he accepts. Techno tossing a cooked potato to the kid, checking his reflexes.
He flinches but catches it, kind of. It stumbles around his hand before the endling steadies his balance.
“C'mon, I'll let you stay at my place. It's not safe here even if you do ‘live’ in it” Techno gestures for the kid to follow him, which he does.
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“So, kid got a name?” Techno asks, squeezing the endling’s cold, small hand to get his attention as they walk through the woods.
The young one thinks for a moment. He's never thought of a name before. Although he remembers reading books about “Withers”, along with the ender dragon in his home dimension which he saw first hand, he also had heard whispers from portals that he assumed were ghosts.
“Wemmbu.” he states.
“My name is Wemmbu.”