technoplane weewooweewooweewhatamidoing uhm so meetup pog 

^^this was my planner for this chapter, im not even going to delete it

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Techno was never one to like airport security. They looked at him like they could hear everything the voices shouted and shrieked. They looked at him like they knew he did something wrong. He knows they don't, that was just how they looked at everyone, right? 

He hated having to pull his items out for the metal detectors, relieved once it was over. He had no plans to murder while he was with his friends, so he hadn't packed a knife, knowing it would've been found. 

The plane ride was strange. Techno had been on planes before, yes, but going over the ocean was... weird. The thought of the plane failing and diving into the ocean, never to be seen again, irked him. Of course, it wouldn't happen, the technology's advanced enough to fix that situation, but it was still disturbing. 

He had shot a quick 'technoplane' message with a picture of the plane to the group chat before he left, managing to catch a beautiful sunrise in the picture.

Once Techno was in his seat, he put headphones over his ears. Putting one of his favorite playlists on shuffle, he closed his eyes and dozed off.

He woke up and stayed awake for the last two hours of the flight, taking a few pictures of the ocean. Sometimes he managed to catch dolphins in the photos, and the silhouette of land in the very distance. 

They landed rather smoothly, not at all as rough as Techno had expected. The man only had to make one trip to the bathroom the entire time, and that was just to cough up blood again. Not his favorite thing to do on a plane.

Going through airport security once again and retrieving his things, the world started to spin slightly. Messaging the chat again, he exchanged locations with the group. Phil was being picked up too from here, apparently. 

"Techno?" A familiar voice said from behind him. Turning around, he saw Phil behind him, nervous that he had the wrong person.

"Phil!" Techno smiled, opening his arms for a hug, which Phil gladly gave him. They stayed like that for a moment (not shipping), before they heard a unique laugh. Breaking apart, Techno looked Phil in the eyes.

"Let's scare them, come on." 

Phil chuckled quietly, and followed Techno. Crouching slightly, they spotted Wilbur's group, going in a circle around them. When each of their backs faced away, Techno nodded at Phil.

"DONDE ESTA LA BIBLIOTECA!" Techno shouted, lunging to hug Wilbur from behind. Phil ruffled Tommy and Tubbo's hair, wheezing, instantly tackled by the two in hugs.

"Jesus fucking christ, Techno!" Wilbur whirled around on his heels while Techno laughed, "I swear one day I'll feed you bacon."

"Oh yeah?" Techno smirked, turning to see Tommy and Tubbo in absolute awe. "Um, Hi?"

"IT'S THE BLADE!" Tommy shouted, hugging the slightly shorter. "You look so much different than I expected! In a good way."

"Wow, you weren't kidding." Techno turned to hug Tubbo, "Tubbo is short."

"Stop being so fucking tall and maybe I won't be short to you! I'm actually the normal height!" Tubbo hissed into Techno's neck.

Once everyone had finished their greetings, they managed to fit into Wilbur's car. Car. Mhm. 

"Wilbur, I just have one question." Techno said once they were all seated and on the road. Wilbur hummed, glancing at Techno in the mirror. "Where's the candy? This is a white van, after all."

Tubbo gasped with a smile, "Yeah, Wil, where's the candy?"

"Oh no, I think I've made a mistake by agreeing." Phil chuckled. Techno laughed in agreement, freezing abruptly by one of the voices.

How do you think he would feel if he knew you killed his brother?

Techno's eyes widened slightly, but he quickly turned to look out the window, confusion and panic welling up inside of him. He did what?

He was so lost in focusing on the voices that hissed around his head that he barely heard his name being called.

"Techno?" Phil put a hand on the man's shoulder, causing him to flinch. Turning his head, it was clear that he was half out of it, lost in his own mind. "You okay, mate?"

"Heh?" Techno completely forgot what he was just doing, blinking a few times and rubbing his eyes. "Oh- yeah, I'm fine, just not used to this, y'know?"

"Not used to how awesome we are?" Tommy lifted an eyebrow. 

Techno fake pouted, "Why do I have to sit in the back seat with these orphans?" Tommy glared at him playfully, while Tubbo just stuttered to find a comeback.

"Because," Phil said. "You're younger."

"Everyone knows children sit in the back," Wilbur stuck his tongue out, turning on the right turn signal. 

Now it was Techno's turn to stutter to find a comeback, letting out an over-exaggerated sigh and talking to Tommy and Tubbo, who were both curious about his life. 

"Last night I had packed everything, and you know, insomnia kicking me in the ass, so I snuck out an-," Techno froze. He nearly just told his closest friends (family?) that he was a murderer.

"And what? Did you sneak out and do drugs?" Tommy asked in a jokingly curious tone. Before Techno could try to find an excuse, Tubbo's voice filled the air. 

"OH!" The boy shouted, pulling Tommy back and forth. "TOMMY, LOOK!" 

Techno swallowed thickly, the familiar feeling of pain stabbing his stomach. He needed to get out of sight, and soon.  

Actually, he had heard of people getting plane-sick. He hated lying, but to cover up his mysterious... Whatever? That was a risk he was willing to take. He flew out here to have fun, not for his friends to worry and fawn all over him. 

The van pulled into the driveway, stopping and unlocking. Techno began to slowly get his small bags out, but the feeling was beginning to overwhelm him. 

"Hey, uh, Wil?" Techno dragged his things, following Wilbur inside. He set them down, biting his tongue when he spoke. "Where's the bathroom?"

Wilbur pointed to the hall, "Down there, first door to the right." 

Techno thanked him quietly, walking in and locking the door behind him. Closing his eyes tightly and gripping to the toilet seat, the man retched, coughing out whatever blood he had coughed up previously. His throat hurt so much more than last time, like tiny needles were scraping through him.

Once he was done, he coughed and spat a little more, before using toilet paper to wipe his mouth and chin from blood. Flushing the toilet and the evidence of his sickness away, he checked that he looked okay in the mirror, washing his hands quickly before he came out again.

He was greeted with worried glances, mostly from Wilbur. 

"You okay, Techno?" He asked. Tommy showed Tubbo something on his phone, smiling, and the two burst out into quiet laughter in sync.

"I'm fine," Techno scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Just your average plane sickness, ey?"

"'Spose so. Sounded horrible, are you tired?" Wilbur asked.

I slept most of the way, Techno thought, but I could kill to relieve stress. Surely one of my victims is in Britain, I think. 

WHAT? NO! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? This isn't home, Techno, it's not safe.

"I'm not, it's like..." Techno checked his phone, "Five AM where I live. That, and I slept most of the plane ride."

"Alright," Phil broke in, smirking. "Anyone up for a game?"