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for anyone who's ever been curious, the little '----' is basically me separating the summary from the story and forgetting/not feeling like removing it-

It had been two hours that the group just talked, one hour since Tubbo joined aswell. They had a good time, joking and talking about random topics. The thing that confused Techno the most, however, was how they managed to go from the topic of cheating in golf, to those angry stans. They had a good point on how it was similar, but at the same time... why?

It had been five minutes since Phil stopped streaming, five minutes since the small gang was able to talk without worrying about what they could or couldnt say.

"Hey, I had this cool idea, see." Wilbur started, leaving a dramatic pause. "What if we met up? In, say, a town near my house?"

"I like the sound of that." Tommy smirked, "Then I get to make fun of how short Tubbo is!"

"I'm not short!" Tubbo protested, "You're just freakishly tall!"

"Tubbo's a shortie," Tommy chanted, laughing.

"Are you forgetting I live across the ocean, on the opposite side of the world?" Techno raised an eyebrow, knowing they couldnt see.

"We can book a fight for you, or give you the money to. I mean- if you agree to it, we arent going to force you to come by spending thousands of dollars on a flight." Phil chuckled.

"We might." Wilbur said, leaning into his mic so he was louder. Phil muttered a 'jeez!' in surprise, not expecting Wilbur to do that.

"But in all seriousness," Wilbur cleared his throat. "What if we really did? We havent all been together in one place, who knows what'll happen? It could be fun."

"I'm down, Kristin's out of town for a few weeks, anyways." Phil nodded.

"I could ask Mother and FatherInnit, but I'd have to know how long so I can tell them." Tommy said, the click of a soda can meeting a desk coming from his microphone.

"I can go," Techno was already on a site for an airport near him. "What city?"

"Really?" Wilbur mumbled with surprise, "I'll send you my address."

Wilbur messaged his address to the group chat, and Techno was quick to get onto it.

"The earliest flight leaves tomorrow, the next one leaves in a week, and so on." Techno observed aloud.

"Right, um, shall we stay a week?" Wilbur asked, hearing Phil and Techno hum, and Tommy and Tubbo go to ask their parents.

Tubbo was the first to come back, excitedly shouting "They said yes!"

Tommy came back soon after (probably explaining to his parents that these people were trustable, and that Wilbur and Tubbo would be there.) and exclaimed the same thing, the group cheering.

"Okay, I can be there at about..." Phil read out a few possible times, before the group agreed on twelve. That way, they could talk a bit, and then sleep, and then they could start a new day as energized as possible. Techno bought his ticket, packing bags while the group continued to talk.

Later that day, Techno was walking Floof. Deciding the weather was fairly nice, he walked on the side of the street. It was warm, with a gentle breeze flowing through every few moments.

Once he was heading back he was almost to his front door when he felt his stomach drop. Intense pain shot through him, and he immediately doubled over. Holding Floof's leash away from him, bile rose in his throat. He couldnt breathe.

Coughing and hacking, trying to force himself to throw up, eventually he choked up something onto the ground.

Closing his eyes tightly, he retched and heaved, the feeling finally going away.

Opening his eyes, he nearly shouted when he saw he had thrown up blood and... something else. A piece of paper?

Upon closer inspection (yes, he stuck his fingertips into the vomit-blood) he realized it was a petal. He wasnt good with flowers, but it seemed to be curled at some points. A rose petal, maybe?

Actually, why did he throw up blood in the first place? That's concerning, he should tell dad or go to a hospital. Internal bleeding, maybe? Oh no, he had seen people die from that quickly.

No, he was just overreacting.

Wiping the blood from his mouth, he gave one last concerned look to the bloody bile, and tugged Floof gently inside. He probably just ate something that his stomach did not agree with at all, it's alright.

Sighing, Techno gave Floof a treat and went to his room. He packed his bags, shoving plenty of clothes and chargers and everything he needed. He would be across the world, he has to be prepared. He didn't take French classes for nothing, he knew the history in that general area. Probably. 

The sun began to set again, and Techno was getting bored. He wasn't tired at all, and he had been informed of a suspicious man lurking. His knife and gloves reflected the last rays of sunlight, almost dancing and taunting him, laughing at him. Gesturing for him to just... pick... them... up...

To use them.

Techno rolled his eyes, he was being far too dramatic to this. Kneeling down and pulling his second coat from under the bed, he zipped it over himself. Next, he put on his thick gardening gloves, and tested the grip they held on the knife. He then grabbed his mask, pulling it over his eyes. The tusks glittered dangerously, covering most of his face. The jacket hid his frame, and the gloves hid his fingerprints. If he ever failed at cleaning up his mess, he wanted to make it harder for them to get him.

(i dont actually know if thats true or not, ive never murdered anyone...)

Making one last check around to be sure his family was asleep, he opened his window, jumping out onto the ground not too far below.

He grunted, looking up with eyes that reflected red. His knife begged for blood, the voices screamed with joy when he found his target, spilling their blood on the concrete under the eye of the moon. It felt as if every star was watching intently, judging his every move and testing if he was really worthy. Worthy of what, he didn't know. 

But he loved the feeling.

You know what feeling he didn't love, though?

The feeling of bile rising in his throat, scratching him like thorns. 

But he wasn't throwing up with thorns.

Right?