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k3rm1e · 3 years

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cuddling headcanons! ★~(◡﹏◕✿)

this is more of a test thing to see if i like writing this way and if this blog does well

other imagines and headcanons won't include everyone i write unless it is specifically requested and is a prompt i really like

includes: wilbur nihachu karljacobs quackity dream georgenotfound sapnap p!tommyinnnit p!badboyhalo p!skeppy p!eret p!philza p!tubbo p!ranboo

cw: cursing

wilbur:

wilbur is a very cuddle-y guy

to me he seems very soft

i always see people saying he would like spooning, but i disagree

i feel like he would do more of a half-spooning thing with his head on your chest or the other way around

mans would DEFINITELY make you run your fingers through his hair

i feel like he would lay on your chest and just *nuzzle* into the space between your shoulder and neck

anytime you tried to leave him, whether it was because he had to do something or you had to, he would whine. so. fucking. much.

It would probably always go something like:

you - i need to piss

wilbur - no <3

but the moment he decides its time to stop cuddling its fine

and if you complain that you’re gonna miss him he’ll just call you clingy and tease you

like??? sir???

all in good fun though, no bad intentions :)

nihachu:

i feel like you and niki would face each other

with your head like under her chin and in her chest (this is a bad description but look at the “honeymoon hug” on the list for better explanation ;-;)

she would always want to protect you

so she does that by like almost guarding you and keeping you close

niki would definitely do the arm thing where she just lightly moves her hand up and down you arm

i’m so sorry if you don't understand that, it just feels like something she would do

if you haven't experienced that it kinda sorta feels like spiders??? but in a good way???

but generally she is very protective

she just holds you so close the whole time

even if she doesn’t want to let you go, she’s more understanding about it

she would be upset but wouldn’t show it because she doesn’t want to make you feel guilty

niki is generally just an amazing cuddle-r (is that a word?) and has a super comforting presence

karljacobs:

karl would definitely keep your head on his chest

the whole time he would just absolutely squeeze the life out of you

he would constantly bend his neck down to kiss your head

and instead of just like leaving his head down so he could kiss you it would just be:

*inner monologue karl* hmmm i wanna kiss them on their head

and he would lean down to do so which, cute

but then five seconds later he would do it again

and again another five seconds later

and again

very cute karl but please sir, your neck is gonna be so messed up after this

when you had to leave he would be upset, but like niki, would try not to show it

except karl is very bad at that and his pouting would be so obvious

so you would feel guilty and layback down with him

immediately he just becomes (●´ω｀●)

like a happy little puppy

karl is just too adorable for you to deny

quackity:

now we all know this, quackity is a huge dork

which is why i believe he would DEFINITELY use your butt as a pillow

not even in a weird way

i just feel like quackity isn’t too comfortable with touch so this is sorta his way of being close to you without it being a whole serious thing

like he still is able to be goofy and comfortable without it being a whole big thing

him doing this would almost always come with a flatty patty joke from you

which always causes him to threaten divorce, even though you aren’t married

while it isn’t a very good position for things like physical touch, it is good for talking and having conversations

for some reason i feel like he’s the type of person to text someone when they’re right next to each other

so while he’s laying down he’ll just send you random photos of himself

very annoying when your phone is spammed, but also good blackmail material >:)

i don’t think he’d be too clingy

obviously, he enjoys spending time with you

but if you told him you need to go do work or something he wouldn’t throw a fit or pout

big q just seems like he’d be more rational about stuff like that

overall a 420/69 cuddle partner

dream:

one word: spooning

mans just envelops you and has no shame

very big: “no you are mine! >:(“ energy

while he’s sleeping he’ll unconsciously nuzzle his head into your hair/the back of your neck

when you guys got to bed patches usually climbs in and you hold her

i love patches so much i could write headcanons just about her

dream always wants to be cuddling you

if you try to leave he won’t pout, there simply isn't a discussion on whether you’re moving or not

incase you haven’t caught on yet, the answer is no

you need to do work? just bring the laptop to bed

he needs to edit? just sit in his lap at his desk, duh

obviously, he knows at some point you guys need to stop cuddling

he just isn’t too stoked about it

when it comes time where he absolutely can’t cuddle with you, i feel like he’d be more chill

mainly just annoyed

georgenotfound:

i feel like george, like quackity, also wouldn’t be too touchy

i’m pretty sure he has a hard time expressing emotions (please correct me if i’m wrong!!) and i think that would crossover to his sleeping habits

i think he would prefer a sort of back-to-back cuddling position

it seems cold, i know

but also he would most definitely kick at you

so every night while trying to go to sleep suddenly you would just feel *kick*

and then instead of sleep you’re suddenly playing footsie

lots of laughter and warm feelings involved

george would probably pretend that you kicked his leg hard or something and act like you hurt him

the first few times you were actually worried

but then after a few months your only response was a sarcastic “cry about it”

which just led to more laughter

sapnap:

sapnap and you would do a sort of leg hug thing

you both you try to go to sleep in a cute spooning-type position

but the moment one of you fell asleep it all unraveled

you would wake up apart but you’re legs would still be touching

sapnap would joking blame it on you

“wow can’t believe you don't wanna be close with me even when we’re asleep”

“it’s not my fault! i can’t control where i end up when i sleep!”

“no, no. you don’t have to lie. i see how it is.”

“>:(“

but it's okay!

your legs are the first thing to react in a flight-or-fight situation, so they usually react in an honest way

which is like your legs are both reaching to hold each other!

p!tommyinnit:

i don’t get a very touchy vibe from tommy

i feel like the most he would do is put his arm over your shoulder

not in a flirty way, just in a “hey, there isn’t a lot of space, this will make sitting down more comfortable” way

he will let you sorta fidget with his hand/arm

i don't know if that makes sense but what i mean is that he’ll pretty much let his arm go *flop* so you can control it (by like moving it around or playing with his fingers)

in the beginning he would get annoyed

but eventually he would get used to it and wouldn’t really care

it sounds a bit strange but i personally find it very comforting to just have something to fidget with while watching youtube or netflix in bed with my friends

and it’s entertaining (sometimes i do this to me sister to annoy her :>)

he would act like he didn’t mind if you left him

but holy shit he is so clingy

If you try to leave it’ll just be “no, why??? stay here dumbass”

you would be slightly annoyed when he had to leave but knew he had to film and stream and all that so you would be okay

p!badboyhalo:

you would kinda sit within bad’s lap

like not on his lap, but more of in between his legs

he would have his arms around you

and his phone would be in front of you so you two could scroll through twt or instagram together

or you guys could watch skeppy’s youtube ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

rat would sit in your lap

she’s just;;;;;;;; so adorable

rat is just so soft and fuzzy in your lap and everytime you move to pet her she just melts

rat is the the superior cuddle buddy to any of these block people

p!skeppy:

skeppy, similar to quackity, is a total dork

he would make sure you guys were in a position where he could effectively troll you

so if your head was near his lap he would just flick you or some

“dude can you please stop hitting me in the head”

“it turns out i am not actually hitting you in your head because based on the perpendicularity of the bisector multiplied by the photosynthesis of the dividend, it is impossible for me to do so”

“wtf”

lya is so goddamn sick of you guys

she's trying to get him to actually do something but instead he’s just sitting there throwing paper airplanes at you while you sleep

he’s an annoying asshole but it's okay because he gives you money for absurd reasons

p!eret:

eret has such a comfortable presence

i feel like she wouldn’t be up for cuddling too much

more of like putting your head on a friends shoulder so you can see the tweet their showing you

but they do like to hold hands

holding hands isn’t very intimate but it's also just such a sweet comforting thing

she even holds your hand when you guys are out walking around

like if you guys were getting food somewhere (post-covid of course)

you most likely would get addressed as a couple

and he would just be like”...wut?”

it’s happened so many times at this point you just go along with it

“you guys look like such a cute couple!”

“oh we aren't-” “thank you!”

can you tell that i love eret?

p!philza:

phil always has such dad vibes

i feel like the closest he would get to cuddling is hugs and hand holding

even though cuddling isn’t inherently romantic, he is married to kristen

so i fell he would get most of his touch in with her

but with you he’s just so fatherly

hello dadza

whether you have a good or bad relationship with your father, everyone can admit that philza minecraft is dadza

this is such a dad thing, but tries to hold you hand when you cross the street

no matter the age, he just feels the need to protect you

hugs are similar

uses hugs as a way to comfort you and protect you

just so amazing all around

p!tubbo:

tubbo would love cuddling in any way, shape, or form

if you guys are hanging out at like the park or something and lying down

get ready to become this mans pillow

this is really fun to do with your friends but imagine you guys are hanging out in a field type area (with my friends we hand out in the field next to the cemetery but it can be any open grass area)

tubbo would just use your lap as a pillow the whole time

and when you guys were walking back to his house he would sorta drape his arms over your shoulders (assuming he’s taller than you)

he would do the same thing when you guys were sitting in chairs or at a desk

just drapes his arms over your shoulder with his chin on your head

if it's really late and he's tired he’ll just hug you

p!ranboo:

if you thought tubbo is bad, ranboo is even worse

not even really cuddling, he just likes having a sort of skin-to-skin contact

so handholding and laying on top of eachother

if he’s streaming he will legitimately message ou to just sit next to him

so sometimes if he’s just chilling by himself on the smp you’ll end up on his streams

he’ll have you next to him just because he likes be near someone

and so randomly it’ll just be like “chat, a real human is here, behave”

chat does not behave

(they heavily bully him)

he’s pretty clingy but when you HAVE to leave he’ll understand and just be a bit bummed out

holy shit this took me so long-

if you read this whole thing thank you!

#mcyt x reader #wilbur soot x reader #karl jacobs x reader #nihachu x reader #quackity x reader #dream x reader #georgenotfound x reader #sapnap x reader #tommyinnit x reader #badboyhalo x reader #skeppy x reader #eret x reader #philza x reader #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #kermie's headcanons #kermie spent so long on this and is dying

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ramzawrites · 3 years

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Familial Love - Dad!Badboyhalo and Reader Part 1

Pairings: none

Characters included: Philza, Wilbur, Technoblade, Tommy, Badboyhalo

Warnings: n/a

Series: only a two parter

Summary: Having mischievious kids who were interested about the nether, Philza thought it would be the smartest thing to bring his whole family togther into the other world, so he could keep his eyes on them and satisfy their curiosity. Besides, they all could collect some resources while being there, though once in the nether they find more than they bargained for. Bringing in BadBoyHalo who might be able to help with this delicate matter.

Words count: 2684

Authors Note: It was a request ages ago but I sadly lost it, now I’m using it to slowly get back into writing and I know I’m horrible when it comes to multiple chapter fics but I am already almost done with the second part though I have to heavily edit it since I forgot something important. I can’t promise I’m turning back into an upload every week but I’m going to slowly inch my way back to it. I would appreciate some feedback on this one since it’s been a while :)

Philza was fanning some air towards his face using his hand. This wasn’t really helping, of course. The air in the Nether was way too hot for that but he had no better way to deal with the heat that he was currently experiencing. He used to be better at that but he has been spending way more time in the Overworld as of late due to personal projects and having to raise three kids, hence why it took him a bit by surprise with how much trouble he seemed to have to adapt to this environment.

This was also mirrored by his oldest kid Wilbur, which made sense seeing how he only spend minimal time in the Nether, meanwhile Technoblade did fine and interestingly enough, while Tommy was obviously also uncomfortable in this heat, he seemed to be doing better than Philza and Wilbur. Techno was born in the Nether so while it might take a moment he had no problem getting used to this, but Tommy? It was his first time in the Nether so it was a bit surprising. Philza just chalked it up to him being younger and able to adapt faster.

“You sure you guys want to help find the materials?” Philza was looking at both Wilbur and Tommy, though his attention was primarily on Wilbur who was once again wiping away the sweat on his brow.

Both nodded but only Wilbur spoke “Yeah! It’s usually just you and Techno, we want to help out for once as well.”

Philza squinted his eyes, staring his son down “This is bullshit but I’ll take the help nonetheless. I’m sure you will also find the things you both are looking for, would be easier if you would just tell me outright what though.”

“You knew?”

Wilbur clasped his hand around Tommy’s mouth and pulled him closer “It’s fine, dad! We’ll be fine! We’re gonna get that blackstone and the wood in no time!”

He then proceeded to drag Tommy off who begun to angrily yell at Wilbur.

“Remember to stay close!” Phil tried to throw after them but it seemed to go unnoticed, which meant he needed to stay close to them and not the other way around.

“They’ll be fine.” Techno suddenly appeared next to him. An iron axe in his hands.

Philza sighed “ I hope. It’s Tommy’s first time in the Nether and Wilbur doesn’t spend a lot of time here. We have to make sure to stay close.”

Techno nodded, he too was worried about his brothers as well after all “They have some Enderpearls should anything happen and Wilbur will make sure to look out for Tommy.”

He was correct. Philza went over this with all of his sons a ton of times. Teaching them how to enderpearl away while falling and training their aim. He also made sure to tell them all of all the dangers that would await them here. Giving them enchanted bows that could one hit a Ghast.

There was no sense in dwelling on that for now though, hence why Philza hesitantly approached a red tree. His diamond axe soon burrying itself deep into the surprisingly soft wood. Not only is this wood beautiful if used correctly but this wood was also fire resistant which could be helpful for some of his other builds.

Techno was also already on it. He was younger than Wilbur and yet he already showed greater strength than him. Though this wasn’t surprising seeing how Techno was a Piglin Hybrid. They usually grow up pretty fast and were known for their brute strength.

With one swing of his axe he was already pretty deep into the tree. He was just a kid and yet he could keep up with Philza’s rate of cutting down these trees pretty well.

All the while Philza would make sure to run after Wilbur and Tommy. Cutting down the trees close to them. Always making sure that all of his three kids were in his peripheral view. They were still clumsy young children and every time they would even just stumble for a small second his heart would drop.

At times Wilbur and Tommy would try to coax Techno over to show off a cool looking mushroom. At first he was unsure, just wanting to help gather the few recourses that Philza needed but the more his brothers asked the bigger his curiosity got. It didn’t take long for him to join his brothers to look at all the interesting plants and other things they found. Philza just gave him a nod as a sign he is allowed to go after them.

Of course, as a worried father, Philza would still keep his eyes on them.

Honestly this was probably a horrible idea to bring them all with him. The Nether is just too dangerous for kids but also they were so curious! And mischievous kids who are curious about something specific especially when their father doesn’t allow them to approach it? That seems to spell disaster, so, in his infinite wisdom Philza thought it would be a good idea to bring them in with him for a really small outing. Nothing special. He even made sure the portal was in a good place and made it as safe as possible before he took his whole family in.

So when he suddenly heard a scream his heart figuratively stopped. He was so preoccupied with his worry that he didn’t notice how the kids left his view. Without hesitating Philza dropped the heavy axe and instead opened up his wings. With just a few beats of his wings he flew up into the air. Frantically looking around for his sons, hoping they haven’t gone further underground. It calmed him down that there weren’t more screams which could mean one of them just got scared for a second, or they are all already dead not having a chance to yell out again.

Realizing that thinking about this would only make it worse he begun to fully concentrate on the environment, calling out to his sons in the progress. Sweat rolled down the side of his face, this time not only due to the heat but also due to the fear that seemed to fester deep down in his heart and bones with every second he couldn’t find his family.

Then suddenly he saw something blonde. Thank the End Tommy had such an easy to spot hair color. And next to him were Wilbur and Techno, all three of them seemed to look at something laying on the floor. Philza couldn’t make it out from up in the air since the kids put all of their heads together above the item of interest. Either way they seemed to be alright.

As Philza landed close to them he put his hand against his heart “By Ender you guys scared me. Are you alright? I heard one of you scream and I couldn’t see you. Didn’t I tell you guys to stay close to me for that exact reason?”

He kept on rambling along, more out of nervousness and guilt but was stopped as Wilbur looked up, turned around and just stared at his father with a confused expression. In this confusion was a worry there that made Philza almost cautious. Something was wrong after all.

Techno and Tommy followed suit, all of them finally forming an opening so he could see what they were staring at.

On the hot nether ground there was a bundle. A bundle that slowly moved around.

Philza slowly approached it, soon noticing two horns poking out of this bundle. Wrapped in this dirty brown cloth was a baby. A baby with two horns on their forehead and shimmering skin. It looked like there was shimmering ink buried beneath the skin that was now happily dancing across. There was no glow to it and yet he couldn’t describe it differently. There was a shimmer.

This was a demon baby.

His eyes widened as he realized this, fatherly instincts kicking in as he scrambled to get that child off the ground. It was most likely fine seeing how they are a demon but in his mind right now he needed to get the child off the hot netherrack.

“Dad, whose is it?” Tommy stepped closer, pulling on his fathers long sleeve. While young he seemed to understand the implications of a frail small baby just lying around on the ground, understanding that this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

And he was correct. In Philza’s life he has met demons only a couple of times but has already read a lot of texts on them. While they can live in either the Overworld or the Nether most get born inside the Nether and just like humans, they usually grow up with parents at their side. Parents that taught them how the world works and showed them how to control their magical prowess.

They got the name demon by their unnatural ability and affinity for magic. Being able to control the magic of an enchanting table like no other, able to read the enchantments and crafting new ones. Some even showed outside of enchanting abilities like summoning forth fire for example.

This child was orphaned. Maybe the parents died? He has never heard stories of demons abandoning their own kin, though only because he hasn’t heard it, this doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. He just knew that they took their kin seriously and it was in their eyes one of the strongest bonds that you can have. If a demon called you their kin? That is something special and honoring.

Philza looked the child over one more time. No wounds, no jewelry not anything that could tell him what has happened here or whose baby it is.

As his hand came across the cloth, trying to see if there might be anything embroidered on there the baby instinctively grabbed for his hand. Holding on to his pinky for dear life. Accompanied by a few babbling baby noises. Melting his heart in the process but it also pulled him out of his frantic thoughts.

The next few minutes he ordered his boys to scour the place a bit. Trying to look for any hints of the baby’s parents but there was nothing.

“So, what do we do with them?” Wilbur asked, standing on the tips of his toes as he tried to get a good look at the baby again. The dark horns was what really piqued his interest. Realistically he knew things like this were possible, seeing how his father hand black wings, but it still seemed so magical and impossible.

“Do we have, uh, a new sibling?” Techno asked. His cheeks turning into a soft shade of red as he asked. His eyes darting to the ground. He still wasn’t used to this even though he was adopted and a Piglin Hybrid he was very much a part of the family.

With wide and hopeful eyes Tommy looked up at Philza “I can be a big brother?”

Oh.

Philza wanted to agree. Wanted to tell them, to greet the new member to their family but he couldn’t. Not in good consciousness when he knew there was a better option. An option that would teach the kid what they needed. He couldn’t teach them anything about magic beyond enchanting tools with an enchantment table.

Besides he did know a demon. He met him only a couple of time, so they weren’t particular close but he knew how to reach him and this seemed to be by far the best and most fair option for this baby.

So, he shook his head. All three kids almost seemed shocked at that.

“Why?” Wilbur asked, his hand now holding onto the cloth that the child was wrapped in.

“Because I couldn’t give the child what they needed but I know someone else who can give the child a proper chance at life. Listen, you don’t need to understand yet but trust me as a father. Besides I’m sure we can visit them!”

This wasn’t enough for the children obviously. Asking more questions, trying to get a specific answer. Just repeating the questions.

“That’s enough! This is my decision and as your father and as the resident adult who actually has to take care of all of you, this is my decision. You’ll understand when you get older, I promise.”

Of course there was still some groaning and mumbling but the kids noticed that this was not something they could change Philza’s mind on. Didn’t mean they have to like that though.

With that Philza guided his family back into the overworld as fast as possible. Once back out the nether he made sure to see if the baby was dealing well with the sudden environmental change but they just kept on smiling and babbling which he interpreted as a good sign.

With the help of a long range communicator Philza managed to send of a message to said demon who in return managed to visit Philza after a day using the nether as a hub to travel faster. Seeing how he needed a full day to travel using the nether roof just showcased how far he actually was.

It was Wilbur who opened up the door to him. A tall demon clad in black clothes that had grey and red accents. Two horns grew out of his forehead similar to that of the babies, his skin being a deep black vortex that seemed to swirl but whenever you tried to really concentrate on it , it seemed to disappear and move to the corner of your eye.

Wilbur rubbed his eyes “Um, hello?”

A bright and happy smile appeared on the demons face, a thin tail moving happily around in the back “Hello! Nice to meet you! I’m BadBoyHalo! Your father messaged me, can I talk to him? Is he here?”

“Dad! Someone is here at the door! Is it that guy that is gonna steal our sibling?”

It only took Philza a short moment until he arrived at the front door with the baby in his arms, washed and taken care of to the best of his abilities “Wilbur! We talked about it, he is not stealing them! I’m sorry, Bad but I appreciate you coming over.”

Both Techno and Tommy walked in behind him, obviously having caught on to what was happening. Their expressions sad and almost dark. Still thinking that this was unfair.

Bad curiously pointed at the child in Philza’s arms “That’s them? Can I take a closer look?”

He didn’t hesitate to give Bad the child. Bad might have only been an acquaintance but he knows for a fact that he is a peaceful person. Someone who only fights to protect but don’t let that fool you. He was still powerful and dangerous.

It didn’t surprise him at all when Bad poked lovingly one of the chubby cheeks of the baby and cooed “Aw, look at you! Aren’t you adorable!”

This seemed to confuse Wilbur though who saw Bad as a mighty demon, not as a demon that just melted at one look of a baby.

“What can you tell me about them?”

Bad’s happy, scrunched up face returned to normal, now looking with a serious expression towards Philza “They already have their horns which isn’t unusual but more rare. It’s close to how mine are formed so if we Demons weren’t spread thin all around the place I would say they would technically be in the same clan as me. It’s the typical form of pyromancers but that doesn’t have to be it. I can’t feel any spells on them not even any protective spells which is weird. Even if parents abandon their kids they still apply a few protective spells, hoping it will give them enough time for other Demons to find them.”

“So, you think their parents died?”

“I-“ Bad begun only to scrunch up his eyebrows, an air of sadness seemed to sweep through the room “We are so wide spread and don’t live only in the nether anymore, so, abandoning a baby hoping that another demon finds them is… rare at best. We stick together. Our kin is important to us. I don’t think this was planned. No, they would have given over their child to people they trusted. This feels wrong. Very wrong.”

His voice wavered a bit at the end. The sadness of the situation seemed to have hit him.

Philza crossed his arms as he listened, the kids now almost hiding behind him but still peeking at the strange man “That’s- I have hoped for something better somehow but I figured it would be something like this. Can you help? Will you think about my proposal?”

“I’m not sure-“ but he got interrupted by the cries of the baby but Bad reacted immediately. Slowly swaddling them and carefully wiping away their tears. Lulling them slowly to calm them down again.

“What was it you wanted to say?” Philza tried to get back on topic.

“I’m- I’m taking them home. I’ll be their father.”

A huge smile spread across Philza’s face “Well, congratulations and thank you. Do you already have a name for them in mind?”

It shocked him when Bad immediately answered “Y/N. Their name is Y/N.”

#dream smp x reader #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp reader insert #mcyt reader insert #dream smp reader insert #badboyhalo x reader #mcyt x Y/N #dsmp x Y/N #dream smp x Y/N #badboyhalo reader insert #badboyhalo x Y/N #sbi x reader #sbi reader insert #sbi x Y/N #Ramza writes

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pog-sad-muffin · 3 years

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The Egg's legacy

!TW! Swearing, mentions of injury, shouting, demon voice !TW!

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Bad's POV

I heard a noise coming from the… ground? I start digging down, looking around for the source of the noise. Thunk, I hear when I hit something hard. Huh sounds like stone. I bring out my pickaxe and cautiously mine the area. I peek my head down and look around, it is a huge empty room. Wait, it's not empty. There is something red near the center of the room.

"Hello? Is there someone here?" I cautiously say, voice quivering slightly.

" ̸͖̼̯̞̦̮̩̞͑̉͆̆͂͋̀̚͠ψ̴̡̛͇̘͚̘̥̖̜͓̑̌͗̄̈́̐̽̔̽̽́̈́̀͋̉̄͘͘ͅ ̵̧̡͍͚̫̩͍̼̺̠̜̖̱̗̺̮͉̝̥͉̣̯̰͍̘̯͔̜̓͌͑͌̆̈̽̎̊̚͜W̵̧̹̠̬̪̲̞͉͛̐͂̈́̒̆̉̿͊͑̋̈̔̊̿̎̍͂͂̂͠͝h̴̡̧̛̜̹̥̲̠̺̻̯̤͇̦͙̲̳͉͓͎̓̋͛̎̓̈́̐͐̎͆̐̓̾̏̓͆̏͛͊̉͘͠͝͝͝ǫ̸̨̢̢̞͖͎̥̞̫̯̥̥̰̬͈̹̻̹̙̥͍̘͍̥͍͊̆͊̄̔͗̓̔̂̓͆͋̑̋͂̓̆̕͘̕͘͝͝͝ ̷̡̖̹̤̖̠̦̥̺̤̭͓͎̘̫̮̭̞͍̐̐̕͜͠͝ą̵͔̪͓̝͔̣̖͎̺̮̬̙͙̻̀̑̄̆͆̏͒́́̆̈́̿͜͜͝ŗ̵̡̤͕̥̖̣̤̙͖̲̮̦̘̂̓̀͑̊̌͊͋̇͜ȩ̶̝̦̱͚̣͚͔̣͓̞͎̝̃͆̆̊̃͑͛̀͊̊̊̋͒̈̊̊͆̅͝ ̶̢̢͔̰̻͈̤͍̮̙̝̲̭̟̥̮͎͉̩͉̭̖̰͓̙̭͉̗́̔͜ỷ̷̧̧̨̛͔͍̟̠͉̺̘̳̤̜͉̞̣̫̲̬̠̞̄̌̓̊̈̌̎̆̐̚͜͜͜͠͝ͅo̸̯̟̲̗͍̘̟̭̓͊̋̋͛̾͌̐̚͠u̷͖̖͎͇̘͈̳̻̰̝̣̼̫̾̐͛̈́ͅ ̵͚̻͓͖̙̥̜̾͐̾̀̓͗̂͒̉̌͌̅̒͝͠ "

I jump hearing a disoriented voice.

"Umm, I'm BadBoyHalo but people just call me Bad... Who are you?" I ask, lowering myself onto the floor from the roof. Once I get on the floor, I settle myself in a sitting position.

"W̶̼̗̪̼̩̾͋̚e̷̼̓̔͐̾l̴̛͚̞̜͒ĺ̴͙̋̂̊ ̷̢̙̩̇̄̀i̷̩͌͜͠ẗ̷͙ ̴̭͇̙̹̞̀î̸̢̆͋̚s̷͖̺̀̓͆͠ ̶̹̳̈́́̓̇͝n̵͉͔͆̊o̷̗͓͇͋̅̾t̵̡̮̙̾̑̚̕ ̴̟̤̲̻̅̌̌m̴͙̦͚͆̔ḛ̶̼͈̐̏ ̶̥͗͆̎̂͊t̸̙͇̣̽h̸̛͉̦̞̏̒͊͝a̸̲̫͛̈̑͒̍ţ̸̤̭̀̄̒ ̴̹̠̮͊i̴̢̢̻̤͂ͅş̷͛͋͐̈́̈́ ̴̠̫̰͂̒͘͜i̵̘̞̩͐̈m̵̭̞͓̆̑̍͋̅p̶̢͉̲̌̒͌̋ò̶̖̭̿̕͜r̷̢̬̉̀͠ť̵̮̞͌͗̐͂ḁ̴̺̄n̵̫̒̊̾͒t̴̰̥͕͘,̶̗̠̾ ̷̧̈́î̶͎̊̾͋ͅt̷̫́̾͐̀͘ ̷̛̗̼̒͘͝i̵̲͉̝̾́̓̇̀s̶͉̖͎̫͋ ̶̠̝̲̗̼͊w̶̭͊̚ĥ̴̨̭̤͒ͅȯ̸̰͖̈́̊ ̸̣̠̝̼̼͛͌̌̇̾I̴̛̜̮̽̓̓́ ̵̨̠̀c̵̝͆ǎ̴͕̱̘̩̅r̵̫̳̻̯̺̍̈́̃́͘r̶̛͔̦͊͝ỹ̷̡̫̬̥͋̑́̎.̵̳͊̾"

The ominous voice explains. When I realize what it said I tilt my head to the side, confused.

"What do you mean, who you carry?" I ask perplexed.

"Ţ̵̙̈̆̑͘͠h̶̙̯̜̳͐̍̾͘è̸̺̠̮͔͐̄́̈y̴͔͌̈ ̸̮̱̖̣͇̈́͑ĺ̷̛̰̬̼̽̓͝i̴̼̱̓v̷̹͗͗̀͒̽͜ḙ̶̘̻͔͇̈́̀̑̋͘ ̶̘͍̰͕͔́̈͛̇ḯ̵͓̫n̷͖̼͕̭̋̀ ̶̗͓̞͎̀m̴̯̺̗̒̓͌͌̍ȩ̴̦̪̐͌̇͐͘ ̸̯̦͐ͅù̸̡̡͎̥͎͊̀ņ̴̦͂̓t̸͈̠̠̺͈̋̈́̑̀̚i̸̝̍��̫͈͙l̵͚̈́͛͛ ̸̯̮̬͍̋̀ȋ̴̯͎̬̈́͝t̷̮͎̟͑̊ ̷͉̑͌i̸̠͆s̷̠̪̖͍̘̄͌ ̵̪̾͑t̴̥͂͘͝î̴̢́͆̆̂m̴͔̐̈́̆͊͜é̵̹̗͒͌," it says.

I take a closer look at it, ohhh it's an egg. That makes more sense.

"Well, do you need anything until it's time?" I say sensing a strong relationship to the egg.

"I̵̩͉̬̊͜ ̵̢̻̣͛̊̆̌n̵̨̫̳͋̐ḛ̶̱̫̌͑ȇ̵͜d̸̛̮̔̈́̎̑ ̸̺̟̑͠t̵͕́o̸̹̥̬̅̒̄̃ ̵͎̥͎̌́̃͒s̵̬̗͝p̷͚̭͉̠̑̑͂̒͝ŕ̶͚̯̀̒̆e̶̹͇͌̓a̷̛̝̣̼͛͛̀̃ͅd̸̘̖́̄͌̆,̵̡͈̫̠̑̊̉̆̚ ̴̧͕̐̽a̵̘̠͚͊̈́͊n̴̩̪͕͎̊̋d̶̺̥̭̀͛̕ ̸̏͆ͅỈ̸̬̘͈͓̺ ̷̧̯͇͑̔̚̕͠c̸̡͉̺͆̍̈́̊̂à̶̰̱̀̓͑͐ṇ̶̢̡̧̛̤͋̃̓͝ṇ̵͉̀̋̒ǫ̵̛̻͙̰̲͋t̷̜̜̼̅͐ ̶̨̦̞͚͛ḯ̴̹̭̟̥̚n̵͍̏ ̷̬̫̺̤͉̎̇̌̇̓t̵̹̳̅̈̒̏̽ḧ̷͈͓̖̒̅̕i̶͍̘͈̜̖͆͋̏̊̒š̴̯̗ ̷̨͖̰̌̊̀͋͝s̷̨̛̤̮̳̆̂͠ͅm̵̨̨͖̀̿̇͆a̵̧͔͛̆͛͂l̸̤͙͘l̵̘͖̆̑ ̵̡̡̣̲́a̸͍̐r̵̡̯̫̮̈́͆̕e̷̢͎̖̐͂̒̄ȧ̴̢̪̳͓͆̌.̷̝͖͂̿̈́ ̸̡̛̣͉͙̲̋͋̚W̵̬̼̐̓̉̚ò̸̡̨̢̲͇͠ṵ̷̔͗̾̉͑l̴̡̡̧̙̼͆̌̍͂͆d̴̦̤̻̘͛͜͝ ̸͇̫͙̺͒̋y̵͔̖͓͂̆̾ó̶̯̬͂͛̽͘u̶͕̯̤͈͓͊́ ̷̜͚͐̍̓̚m̷͓̿͆̈́̓̾į̸͍̤͌n̴̤͎̬̓̀̐̓d̷̗̰̪̝̈͗͝ ̵̢̤̘̲̉̈́̏̈́͝ḙ̵͔͍̠́̓͝x̷̡̝͂͠p̵̛̺̈́̐̃͜͜â̷̪̗̊n̵̗̝̈́ḏ̸̛̆́̃͂͜ḯ̸̖͓n̵̯͈͈͙̈́̉̀́̕g̶̰̒̉̈́̿ ̸͇̝̄͛̍̓͒m̷̗̮̩̈́y̸̝̤͇͍͒ ̶̗͐̂͗̊̀ả̸͔̗͂̄͝͠r̶̩͈̈́e̵̢͑̓̈́͌͝a̶̡̭̽̇̽?̸̹̩̫̝̈́̕"

Nodding in understanding, noticing how cramped the roots are.

"Of course, I might need to tell others so they help. Is that alright?" I question.

"Ő̴̟͇̪͓̭̐̇̚f̸͕̣́͒͘͠ ̶̜̅͜͝ć̵͎͆o̸͇̣̗͖͐̽̅u̶͎̤̓͒̏̊͠ŗ̶̨̭̗̬͋́̅š̷͔͈͐̀͜ͅe̸͚͑̓ ̵̩̣̬̭͋̽b̸̛̺̥̤͇̓̅̚͝ŭ̵̼͓t̴͇̚ ̴̫͎̍̎̈́͝͝ṓ̴̭̼̥̠̐̎͝n̸̨͈͖̤͑̋l̶̝̱̣͂̐̿͝y̷̞̳̼͔̋ ̴͒͜͝i̷̢͆f̸̙̫̑̀̎͠ ̵̢̻̺͆ḯ̵̡͙̼͉̮̐̅̎̈t̸̞͉̗̓͂̂ ̶̢͇̭̠̽̃͝ͅḣ̷̳͈̺̊͊̕͝ȅ̷͇̜͖ļ̴͍̫̼̀͝p̴̯͓͍͔̈́̿͛͘ͅs̷̲̘͌͒̽ ̴͈̠̉͜ͅm̶̲̬̬̂̿̈́ÿ̶̲̤̖́̇͑ ̶̮͈̇ḣ̶̢̧̠͎̭ö̷̫̝̰́̃ș̴̡͎͔̭̋̀̈́̽͌t̴̳̐̑.̴̎͜"

Nodding, I stand up and collect my materials. Realizing the height of the ceiling and how far I had fallen. I start devising a plan to get myself out of the hole. Until I feel something lift me, looking around I see that it is the egg's vines. Smiling gratefully at the egg, "Thank you for helping me." I say.

"Y̴̩͖͛͛̑̏͌ͅe̵̥̔͠͠s̵̛̹̦̪̯̊͠ ̶̙͑́ỹ̷̮͎͉̇̾̌́͜͜e̶̦̰̳̝̳̒ṡ̷̪͖̫̺̘̔,̵̠̭̈́͆̂͝ ̴̺̟͉͂͌n̶̗̭̖͇̠͂ỏ̶̦̬̖̤̂͝ẅ̷͔͈ ̷͍̲͚͐͋̐̕ǵ̷̛̪̑̀͝e̸͚͔̣͇̔t̵̜̓ ̶̤̈̋̈́̂o̷̚͝ͅņ̷͖̊͛͑ ̸̥̅͂̀̓w̷̢͉͎̆î̷̡̤̺͉̺̑̀͑͝t̸̻͒h̸͇̠͕͈̬́͊ ̷͕͋̉͛̍̈́ĭ̵̩͌͝t̷̛̪̬̩͙́.̶̞͇̯̐̐͘"

Skeppy's POV

Bad had been talking about this thing he found the other day almost obsessively. He is taking Puffy, Ant, and me to see it today.

"Areee were there's yetttt,

" I whine. Looking around we are in a jungle, there are trees and bugs everywhere.

"Almost just over here," Bad says.

"How did you even find this place?" Puffy asks, curious about the place.

"Yeah, how did you find it," Ant asks skeptically.

"That doesn't matter, anyway here we are!" Bad says, pointing down.

"That's a hole," I say.

"I know that, it's under here."

"How do we get down there, you know some of us aren't giants."

"Just trust them they will help you down," Bad says jumping down. "Come on guys don't take all day!" He yells up at us, who might I add are still shocked.

"Well. YOLO!" Ant yells and jumps down. Puffy makes a yipping sound while jumping down.

"Seriously they left me alone, in this economy." I joke before falling back into the hole. I feel something catch me before I hit the ground. Taking a closer look it looks like red vines. Oh, this is the thing Bad was talking about, and I thought he was delusional. As the vines lower me down, I take a look around. It is very dark and musty down here. My nose scrunching.

"W̷̙̐̑̄ẹ̴̏͌̽ľ̵̝̦̈́͝c̸͚̟̘̱̘̈́̍̕͘o̸͈̤̺̅̐̚m̵̢͈͔͇̌͂̑̈́͝ͅe̴̥͉̐́͛͛̾ ̷̭̉͑͋̋̕b̷̧̜̒a̷̬͈̫̓̃́͘c̶̟̺͌̐͜͝k̵̺͒̂̾͠."

A horrifying and scratchy voice says.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!" I scream.

"LANGUAGE!!!" Bad yells, correcting me.

"D̵̛̘̜̋̃ǫ̷̊ṋ̴̨̳̦͒̄̐̇͑͜'̷̮̖̳͖́̃͐̽͜t̶̨̩̰̕ ̶͍̌̔̆͂w̸͔͇̭͙͆̈́̈́̂͠ö̷̡̼́̈́ͅͅr̵̺̹̩̦͂́̓͒r̸̨͉̪̱̘̃͊̇͂̒ȳ̵͓̯͈͒̽͌͠ ̶̢̱͂̃̓ḿ̴̺̐̀y̷̨̼̟̌͂͛̿ ̶̹͌͂ͅc̵̼̗͑̀́͠ḧ̷̛͉̝̠͖̬́̕̕i̴̙̘̔͆̄͑̅l̸̗̬̣̰̳̀͑͑͊͘d̵̩̙̼͉̑̎̓̉.̶̧̭̗̌̍͗ ̸͓̰̻͌́̐̕T̵̠̊̿̌̚h̴̬̥͈̄͜ḯ̸̡͉̗͖͙̂̎̔̀s̸̢̩̣̏̐̾͜ ̵̻͙͗̓́̏̕ȉ̵̙̝́̉͘͝s̴̪̻͂̀͊̚ ̷͇͙̳͕͕̐͒a̷̠͓͕͋̿̕ ̸͖̗͖̤̖̈́ń̵̟̲̫̳͜o̴̰͎̦̐r̴̢̮̂̃͝m̶̭̰̌̕ą̸̢͈͔͌͜l̴͍̲̃̾̚ ̵͈̗̼̗̀̈̕ŗ̵͕̗̪̝̚͘e̵̲̫̭̩̮͑̃̇͐̈́â̷̤̈́͛̊c̵̻̭̥̎͂͂t̷͙̲̮͆ì̶̼̠̃͜ö̶̫̱́͂ñ̶̥̘̭̣̩̄"

"I guess, he was still being rude to you though," Bad grumbles, the egg's laughing reverberating around the cavern.

"Is this what you were talking about, you said you needed help though?" Puffy says.

"Yes, they are uncomfortable in this tight space. So I offered to help, and I am asking you to help!" Bad says, grinning wide, clapping his hands together.

"I mean, sure we are already out here," Ant says, shrugging.

"Yeah, I'll help too!" Puffy chimes in, putting her hair up in a ponytail.

"I will be moral support!" I declare.

"Skeppy seriously." Bad disappointedly says.

"Fine but only for a little, I'm a busy man!" I whine, grabbing my shovel and pickaxe.

We all start to get to work.

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!!Kill Techno-sensei!! - Chapter Two

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The class absorbs the threat, stunned, hushed. Quackity clenches his fists. "Why the fuck would you do that?" His defiance shatters the silence.

"Because I can." Technoblade replies dismissively. "But I am here to teach, so please, open your textboo-"

"No." Quackity smirks, wearing a confidence he doesn't feel. "Why would you destroy the Earth? You're immortal, sure, but you seem like the kind of guy who's easily bored. What would you have left after your little temper tantrum?"

One floppy ear flicks irritably. "You see, the idea is, I'd die as well."

"If you want to die so fucking bad, why don't you just let us kill you, asshole?"

"That kinda defeats the purpose of the threat. You see, you're completely correct in your assessment. I am bored." Technoblade's light yet nearly monotone voice grates on Quackity's nerves. "I'm simply too good. Unbeatable, even. I've searched and searched, but haven't found a single worthy foe."

"So you failed!" Quackity crows, slamming his fist on the desk. Psychological warfare, baby.

Tommy takes up the jeer as well, "You failed, big man, ho, ho!! Eat shit!"

Technoblade scowls and buries his muzzle in the thick textbook. "Why don't we move on. Page three-hundre-"

"Move on?? Move on?? You killed my family, Technoblade, you fucking killed them all! I can't fucking move on from that!" Quackity snarls.

Exhaustion leaks from Technoblade's glower. "I've killed many families, Quackity. All for one goal."

"Fuck you and your motherfucking anarchy!! You think I'm scared of you?? I- I-" The words choke in Quackity throat as Technoblade stands up. He shrinks in his seat.

"Stay away from him." Sapnap growls.

Technoblade ignores the students completely, instead turning to the whiteboard and picking up a marker. "History is not circular."

"What's the fucking point." Quackity grumbles under his breath. There's no winning against a man who'd have no qualms about punting him.

"Nor is it straight."

"Pfft, knew it. Now everyone who hates history will get cancelled for being homophobic." Tommy somehow manages to both lighten the mood and make everything worse at the same time.

Technoblade doesn't get angry or annoyed, however. "Heh. History is pretty gay, not gonna lie. It's also-" He steps away from his crude drawing of a squiggly line, "a helix. History repeats itself in stages. Anyone want to guess why?"

Tommy leans back in his chair. "Because you're fucking dumb, that's why."

"Ranboo?" Technoblade addresses the creepy, quiet boy huddled over his desk in the back of the class.

"Uh- well-"

"Nothing ever stays the same, big guy." Tubbo interjects. "It's not as simple as stuffing it all into a one dimensional form. Who's to say it's even a line at all?"

Technoblade shrugs. "Fair, fair. Why don't y'all discuss."

With that, most of the tension in the room dissolves. Groups form as students gravitate towards their friends. Chatter fills the former silence. Quackity forces himself to join in, laughing and pretending like everything is normal again. But nothing about this is normal.

He can't kill Technoblade through sheer strength. But he could easily outwit him. The gears spin in his mind, working out a plot.

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The first week has gone by uneventfully. Nobody's tried to kill Technoblade yet, who in turn has behaved like a responsible teacher, refraining from punting anyone. It's so boring.

The last class of Friday ends with the bell, and the kids file out. Technoblade ignores the bitter glares from the little ‘gang’ that calls themselves Ducklings. They haven't attempted anything yet, and Technoblade doubts they'll ever find the guts to actually go through with their plots. Pity, really.

Tommy remains behind, trying to shoo Tubbo, who refuses to leave him. "Teacher!" Tommy stomps up to Techno and slams his notebook on the desk. He's a blustery scamp, but Technoblade has seen how he brightens the classroom and helps his peers.

"Tommy."

"Let me kill you."

"Us." Tubbo corrects.

"Let us kill you or else."

"Or?"

“I'll fail all my classes." Tommy grins, seeming confident he's found a bargaining chip. "And I'll tell everyone else to fail theirs, too. You'll be known as the worst fucking teacher to have ever teachered!"

"Oh, the horror." Technoblade deadpans. He's got to admit, the kid has guts. "You think I care?"

"You've gotta. You're our teacher, after all."

"K." Technoblade doesn't smile. "I'm afraid I can't just let you kill me."

"Then prepare to be failed upon!"

"But." Techno holds up a hand. "But, if you try to pass your classes, I will teach you how to kill me. Deal?"

Tubbo pipes up, "That will be adequate. Come on, Tommy."

Technoblade waits until both are out of the classroom. He doesn't feel guilty at all. What should he feel guilty for, after all? Simmering rage burns in his chest, a constant companion to the acid in his mind.

Next class, he promises himself. Next class, the training will begin. He'll be one step closer to achieving his goals.

Technoblade rises and lets his human form melt away. The voices in his head scream, as they always have, as they always will, hundreds of thousands of souls trapped in here with him. His eyes-- all millions of them-- blink open as his hundreds of wings unfurl. Anyone who could see him now might name him a beast or an angel, and either could be correct. But Technoblade knows both are false promises. Humans can't create beasts or angels, after all.

Demons, however, are apparently a different matter.

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Ranboo only went back to get his notebook. He can't forget his notebook; that is the one thing he's not allowed to forget. Shadows seep from every corner of the classroom. He shivers as he hastily scrambles to his desk.

His book isn't in his desk. Where is it?? He can't lose it. He rummages in the desk frantically. Where is it, where is it, where is it??

The window creaks, and Ranboo yelps, leaping away from the sudden draft. "Wh-who's there?"

"Hey." The kind voice greets him from the darkness. "You're out late."

"I- I just- uhh, who are you?"

"Who are you?"

"I- uhh, I'm Ranboo." He backs away to the door. On the floor, silver glints in a shaft of moonlight. The spiral of his notebook. Crap. The shadowed form leaps silently into the classroom and kneels to pick up the book. Crap, crap. "Uh- that's- that's mine, actually."

"Is it, now?" The gentle mockery in his tone sets Ranboo on edge.

"Yes, actually, so- so give it back. Please?"

The mysterious form opens Ranboo's book and flips through it. "Interesting. Alright." He hands it back to Ranboo, who snatches it and scrambles for the door. "Actually, Ranboo, I wanted to talk to you."

The words yank Ranboo to a halt. He wants to retort, he wants to say no, he wants to leave, but instead he turns back meekly. "Okay?"

"You're in class 3-E, yeah?"

"Y-yeah...?"

"Good. That's good. Do you want your teacher to die?"

"Huh?" Ranboo tenses, confused by the seeming non sequitor. "I- I mean." Does he want Technoblade to die? Does he want anyone to die, for that matter? "N-not necessarily?"

"Hm. Alright."

"Who are you?" Ranboo gathers what little courage he has and steps back towards the door.

"You, hm, you can call me Dream." The man steps out of the shadows. The mask over his face grins eerily at Ranboo. "I've got a proposition for you, Ranboo."

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"Metal melts in the bastard's skin, so anything with metal is a fucking waste of time." Quackity spreads the pages of his plan over the tree-house's table.

"Maybe he's a vampire." Karl offers, sitting on the table and messing up Quackity's perfect layout. "Try wood stakes and garlic."

"Vampires aren't real, dumbass." Connor rolls his eyes.

"Well, neither are immortal pig-men mutants, but here we are."

"He's a pig-man, not a vampire. Maybe try something for werewolves? Silver?" Sapnap joins in, swinging on the hammock.

"He's not a fucking werewolf!" Quackity shoves Karl off the table. "Or a vampire. He's a motherfucking demon, that asshole is, and we need to fucking kill him!"

"Language!!" The screech from the roof of the treehouse freezes everyone in place.

"Karl." Quackity says calmly. "Who the fuck did you invite to our secret hideout?"

"Nobody!" Karl cries.

"Connor?"

"He said he'd bring coke!" Connor cries.

A short man dressed in goth black and red accents drops through the window and smiles at the Ducklings. "I did, but the cans burst on the way."

"Not soda-"

"Language!!" The man cries again, shushing Connor. "You kids shouldn't mess with bad stuff, anyway."

"We don't." Quackity shoots a glare at Connor. "Anyway, it's none of your fucking business. Why the fuck are you here?? What do you want??"

"I, uhh, just thought I'd help with your problem." The man grins. "You want to kill your teacher, right?"

"Yeah? But-"

"Well, there you go! I can help you! Name's Bad, by the way. Badboyhalo."

"How can you help? And what do you want in return??"

"Oh, hmm, how about seventy-five percent of the bounty."

"Deal." Twenty-five percent of ten billion is still more than enough, and Quackity would prefer revenge on Technoblade over riches, anyway. "How do we kill him?"

"I've got associates working on that tiny problem. We stole- uh, developed a way to hurt him temporarily, but he can't be killed unless you hit his heart, and his regen powers are too strong to let you reach that with any weapons we currently possess."

"How the fuck do you know all this??"

Bad smirks. "Social networking."

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Ranboo paces in the chilly alleyway, reading and re-reading his book as shivers wrack his body. He found it. Good. Everything is fine, now. He's fine.

He shuts out the uneasiness caused by the blurry darkness over his memories. He's never had a good memory, which is why he has this book in the first place.

He huddles in the corner of the grimy alley to complete his homework, and wonders briefly why there's a second notebook in his backpack also marked 'Do Not Read'. Maybe he forgot he already had one. No worries. It's fine.

Everything is fine.

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"Class." Technoblade greets his students as they file in. Quackity glares at the monster. He's in his piggy form today, his cloak swishing across the ground.

"Rise." Tommy calls out the traditional honor given to teachers. But the class hadn't done this before for Technoblade. Quackity glances around at his fellow students, who all seem just as confused. He stands up. The others hesitantly follow his lead.

"Bow." Tommy sets the example of a shallow bow. Then he straightens and draws a revolver. "Lock on!"

Quackity stares as Tubbo, Eret, and Wilbur also draw out guns and take aim on Technoblade.

"Heh??" Technoblade chuffs in confusion.

"Target on Korosensei!" Tommy snaps out the order. "Fire!"

"Korosensei??" Quackity's disbelieving laugh is drowned out by the ringing cracks of the guns and the shrill shrieks of students.

"HEH??" Technoblade chuffs again amidst the chaos. Quackity makes the signal to his gang as they stay out of the line of fire.

"All stop!" Tommy barks. The gunfire ceases.

Technoblade stares at his class, a tusky smile cracking across his muzzle. "For your first assassination attempt, that was four stars, kids."

"Wow, that's really good!" Tubbo cheers and high-fives Tommy.

"Out of ten."

"Oh. Awww, come on, we deserve some credit for actually getting guns!"

"You missed." Technoblade replies. "And you ruined my whiteboard."

"That's your fault, innit, though, big man. If you'd've taken the bullets, the whiteboard would be alright."

"That's true, that's true." Technoblade's smile fades into a scowl. "But you also put your classmates in danger."

"They could've asked us what the plan was." Wilbur hums. "It's really their fault for sitting between us and you. And therefore it's your fault for assigning their seats there."

"True." Eret agrees. "It's all Korosensei's fault."

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Philza walks between his guards, Punz and Ponk, as the two escort him through the compound. "What happened?" He asks, faking calm.

"Technoblade added another term to our deal." President Skeppy walks backwards in front of Philza. Beside him, Awesamdude keeps a hand on his holstered revolver.

"Did he."

"He wants his class trained for assassination. In return, he told us his weakness."

"Hm." Philza smiles, hiding the whirlwind of chaos and bloodlust behind his eyes. "Pog."

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Chapter 3 (Next)

#technoblade #quackity #dream smp au #philza #ranboo #tommyinnit #tubbo #cw violence #cw threats #no ship

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