Dream SMP Drabble. Judge me later. I regret NOTHING!

Completely and totally inspired by the Dream SMP war, Sleepy Boys inc., SAD-ist animations, and the Blood God himself. Also by these gorgeous animatics by Pockeht. Go and subscribe to everybody!!

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The sky was blue, bright, and untainted by the dusk. Soft and gentle as it held the clouds in its palms, drifting carelessly above the quaint farm tucked away in the outskirts of the world.

Tommy and Wilbur stood outside of the wooden door, hesitating as they gazed at the run-down structure with a small field beside it and no sign of civilization elsewhere. Wilbur's shoulder was covered in gauze, a tinge of blood staining the white bandages. Tommy had a nasty bruise forming on his cheek. Both had raised a hand to knock but had frozen, their knuckles suspended before the door.

Tommy finally took the initiative, swallowing a lump and rapping on the wood.

"Techno?" he called as he took a step back from the door.

He was met with silence.

Wilbur's gaze flitted about the surroundings spying a sheep in the distance and a large spider jumping about on the next hill over. There was movement from the upper window that drew Wilbur's attention; someone had moved away from the window... someone was in the house.

"Maybe he's not home," Tommy supposed.

Wilbur clenched his jaw and banged on the door. "Techno! We know you're in there! We just want to talk!"

"Will, Will," Tommy chuckled nervously, seeing the glare of desperation that engulfed Wilbur's eyes.

"Come on Techno!" Wilbur pleaded. "Open the door."

They waited a few seconds. Then a minute. Then two.

Finally, the door was unlocked and slowly opened so that the two could make out a shadowed figure peeking out of the door, hidden by the dark interior.

"Well, this isn't exactly what I wanted today," the familiar voice brought a smile to Tommy's face and softened Wilbur's gaze a bit.

"Techno, we need your help," Wilbur explained. "Would you let us in?"

"I don't have a choice, do I?" Techno wondered calmly as he walked away, leaving the door ajar.

Tommy grinned and strode into the house, leaving the door wide open and exposing the dull and empty interior of the farmhouse for Wilbur who took care to close the door behind him. The only light now came from a single pane of glass that sat by the collection of furnaces to his left. The owner of the house stood by the crafting table, cutting a piece of stone into the head of a hoe.

The two took a moment to study their host. Technoblade was... simple. His mess of pink hair had at some point been cut short and was now held up in a small ponytail, keeping the most unruly bangs out of his face. He wore a plain white shirt with some simplistic frills on the sleeves and collar but it was a sharp contradiction to the usual attire of the king and warrior. His crown was nowhere to be seen, nor his cape or mask. His boots were scuffed and covered with a layer of mud, his hands callused as usual but stained with dirt, not crimson. His eyes were duller as they glanced over to his guests.

"It's nice to see you guys," Techno supposed monotonously.

"It's real good to see you too, man," Tommy grinned. "Though you were hella hard to find."

Wilbur said nothing as he looked around the rectangular house, drifting towards the stairwell to upstairs and trying to peek up the wooden steps.

"Why find me then? Wilbur?" Techno asked simply, calling the man's attention away from those stairs.

"L'Manburg," Wilbur answered tiredly as he turned to the man. "It... We were kicked out."

Techno hummed in acknowledgment, turning his attention back to the hoe he was constructing.

"Schlatt won the election and exiled us!" Tommy cried animatedly, taking to pacing the house as he elaborately relayed the story of their grand escape from their country. Cursing and swearing up and down as he explained it all.

Techno's pig-like ears flicked once or twice as he listened, his focus seemingly settled on the construction of his tool, his eyes once or twice flickering over to Tommy's antics.

"We gotta get it back, Techno," Tommy finished as he approached the warrior. "We figured you'd help us."

"Sounds exciting," Techno stated, not sounding the part.

"You'll help us?" Wilbur asked.

Techno stared at the hoe he had completed, his expression unreadable.

"I've gotta go finish a field," he stated finally, standing up and taking his hoe with him.

"Wh-what!?" Tommy cried. "You're not gonna help us take back L'Manburg from Schlatt!? You're - you're just going to sit here and farm!!"

"Tommy, I'm just going to finish a field. Crops wait for no man," Techno answered with a smile on his face as he walked out of the door, leaving the two in silence.

Tommy raged for a few moments, huffing and puffing before finally finding words.

"Wha - I mean what a jerk!!" Tommy seethed. "Told you we should've just gone and found Philza. At least he would help!"

Wilbur looked around the house, opening a few chests and checking the furnaces. He studied the downstairs with a meticulous nature before glancing over to those uneven wooden stairs that led to the upstairs.

"I mean, sure, Phil would've been hard to find but the man's a good guy! We'd have to tear him away from whatever new dangerous project he was working on but - but he'd help us out!" Tommy continued.

"Tommy we don't even know where to start looking for Phil, he'll find us easily enough but the man could be halfway through dimensions right now," Wilbur sighed. "Besides... Phil's a survivor... We need - "

"We need a killer," Tommy finished with an eager grin.

Wilbur glanced out of the window through which he could see Techno cultivating his crops and sewing more potatoes into the ground with surprising care.

"Hey, Wilbur, I still have a few beds from that village a while back, we could just stay here and annoy the hell out of his until he comes," Tommy grinned as he reached into his pack and pulled out two bundles of wool and a mess of wood and sticks.

Wilbur thought for a moment and gave a small shrug.

"He'll come... eventually."

Techno stayed out until after dark and had yet to return. Tommy, exhausted from the days of traveling, had set up his planks and sticks before laying out his green-dyed mess of wool into some semblance of a bed and was fast asleep on it. Wilbur was a bit more restless. He had lit a torch and placed it in one of the torch holders nailed into the wall before sitting down at the crafting bench, his eyes drifting to the stairwell.

He fidgeted for a while, pacing the dimensions of the room as he tried to think of what to do. He concocted plans and schemes, tried to wrap his head around his allies, was viciously reminded of all he had lost, but every now again his eyes would drift back to those damn stairs that just seemed to be inviting him up.

A few moments later, after ensuring Tommy was indeed asleep, Wilbur grabbed the torch and made his way up. Each step creaked and groaned under the unfamiliar weight but Wilbur continued climbing until he reached the upper level. A quick scan of the room showed it to be a bedroom of sorts, with a simple white bed shoved into a corner and a large wardrobe of sorts taking up the opposite wall. There were a collection of chests as well but Wilbur was immediately drawn to the wardrobe composed of planks, trapdoors, and two large spruce craved doors at its front. It was a simple wardrobe, but far more intricate than anything else in the room.

Reaching out with his free hand, Wilbur took a breath and pulled the doors open one at a time. He was bombarded with the smell of dust that he had disturbed and coughed once into his patched-up trench coat before smiling at the sight that greeted him.

A gorgeous, deep red cape, lined with pristine thick white fur lay draped over an armor stand that lacked any actual armor. The cape was dusty, unused, and a bit wrinkled but it was a symbol of regal power... and stunning craftsmanship. Sitting atop the cape and stand, was a brilliant golden crown that was tarnished with age but still glimmered in the firelight. At the foot of the cape was a familiar mask, the skull of some creature with large tusks and a snout much like a boar with a thick leather strap attached.

"You know, it's not thought to be too... uh, decent to look in someone's closet without their permission," a familiar voice chided.

Wilbur whirled around and found Techno a few feet behind him. There had been no creaking of stairs, no sound of footsteps, just the seemingly unsettling apparition of the warlord.

"Holy sh... Don't do that," Wilbur hissed, grabbing his chest.

"Jumpy aren't you. You know, that much stress isn't good for you, you should go see someone about that," Techno chuckled as he went to reach for the wardrobe doors. His arm was caught by Wilbur who glared at him.

"What happened to you?" Wilbur asked as he regarded the simply dressed man, his eyes burning.

"Could ask you the same thing," Techno shrugged, meeting Wilbur's eyes coldly, his scarred face a testament to why he held no fear in this confrontation.

Wilbur clenched his jaw, knowing that he wasn't in the best position to be asserting judgment. Heavy bags sat under his eyes from sleepless, tearful nights. His coat was patched and dirtied from the nights spent in the wilderness fighting off monsters... and enemies. His hair was a mess likely with some leaves caught in it and his shoulder still hurt like a bitch from where the arrow had punctured him in his escape from home.

"I was kicked out," Wilbur hissed. "I was betrayed and nearly murdered in my own home. Excuse me for not looking like I jumped off a runway."

Techno said nothing but gently pushed past Wilbur and closed the wardrobe doors slowly, his eyes on the floor.

"But you... you just disappeared. What are you hiding from?" Wilbur demanded as the wardrobe shut, hiding any evidence of the glorious attire behind it.

"I'm not hiding," Techno answered simply. "I'm just trying to be an honest man making an honest living."

"Oh, bullshit," Wilbur retorted.

"You know, you really shouldn't curse in another man's house Wilbur, it's not very... polite"

"I walked through hell and back to get here! I crossed half the world to get here and here you are, passive and cowardly as fuck - "

"Be careful with your next words," Techno's voice was still calm but Wilbur had to fight to force the next words out of his mouth at the sight of Techno's expression and the terrifying gleam in his eyes.

"Technoblade, I... I need your help," Wilbur pleaded. "Please."

Techno looked out of the window, his arms crossed and his brow furrowed. "Wilbur... I don't fight for other people." The pink-haired man looked Wilbur dead in the eye, "I don't fight alongside other people. You understand that, right?"

"Yes, but Techno - "

"Technoblade isn't a weapon or a friend you call on," Techno's eyes drifted over to the wardrobe, his expression unreadable. "He's a threat. I am a threat. To everyone and everything. I'm not a good team player."

"But see, that's perfect!" Wilbur continued, coming over and holding Techno by the shoulders. "I don't need a comrade, Techno, I don't need someone who I can trust. I know you well, Techno, and you need me. I want a revolution, I want a chaotic, bloody, messy revolution so I can get my home back."

"See, I don't know how well you do know me, Wilbur," Techno dismissed as he pushed Wilbur's hands off his shoulders. The man brushed Wilbur off and made his way towards the stairs before Wilbur reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

"There's never been a war you couldn't win," Wilbur pleaded to continue.

"But I fought them alone," Techno explained, jerking out of Wilbur's gasp. "I fought them knowing that whatever collateral damage came, I could live with it."

"You can live with the collateral damage this time too - " Wilbur began.

"No," Techno bit, his tone stunning Wilbur to his core. Techno looked a bit surprised at the drastic change in his temperament and he reached up to touch his lips where small bits of teeth were pushing through; his tusks. He took a breath and looked Wilbur in the eyes. "The bloodlust doesn't differentiate friend or foe, Wilbur. It won't save you or Tommy, it'll destroy everything. I'll destroy everything. I'll get you a victory but at what cost, Wilbur? Think! What do I tell Philza when he comes back and finds that I've slaughtered you and Tommy?"

"... That Tommy started it?" Wilbur offered with a wry smile.

Techno scoffed and shook his head.

"Just... think about it, Techno," Wilbur smiled. "Think of the struggle. The glory. The fight. There's so much against Tommy and I right now we're willing to risk anything! We have the world against us, you'll be on the losing side, Techno, and isn't that where you like to be, with the odds stacked against you!"

Techno massaged his forehead and sighed. "You can stay for the night, but tomorrow, I'll need you to leave."

"Please Technoblade," Wilbur begged. He grabbed the man's hand and fell to his knees. "Please."

Techno said nothing. His eyes stayed trained on the stairwell before him, ignoring the destroyed man begging behind him. Techno closed his eyes and trained his breathing, feeling the pull of the bloodlust back towards Wilbur... the want of the fight, the joy of the kill. It was a supernatural desire, the trade off for such power... he wanted to fight... he wanted to kill and burn and cause chaos... he wanted to win.

"You... You don't want me to put on that crown, Wilbur," Techno managed with a strained chuckle.

"I do," Wilbur pleaded. "God, Techno, you're all we have."

"That... That doesn't bode well for you," Techno laughed dryly.

"No... no, it doesn't, does it?" Wilbur responded, his voice split somewhere between laughing and shattering.

They stayed there for a moment, the Wilbur leaning into Techno's next words and Technoblade grappling with what his mind warned and what his soul and heart screamed for.

Blood

Techno could hear his own pumping in his ears, the familiar lifeblood that fueled him in every fight. He could almost smell the familiar scent in the air, that metallic biologic stream that seemed to stain everything red. His clothes. His swords. His eyes. His soul...

Technoblade could feel his tusks growing ever so slightly, pressing out of the gums revealing his true desires. His fingers strained to contain the desire for death and blood, nails elongating and straining against the restraints of his human flesh. There was that base instinct at his core, the want to find the nearest thing in the room and end it.

No.

Techno clenched his fists and set his jaw, ripping out of Wilbur's grasp and walking down the stairs without a look back.

"You can stay here for tonight," Techno explained with an even tone.

"Wait!" Wilbur cried, scrambling to his feet.

But Techno was driven by something inhuman and with amazing silence and power, he strode out of the house, only stopping momentarily to grab a simple stone sword from a chest. Wilbur watched him go from the bottom of the stairs, his face a picture of hopelessness and loss.

The night was dark, the moon a mere sliver in the sky among the dim stars. Techno made it across a mountain before the bloodlust took him. That base desire to fight and kill anything that stood against him. The scores of undead and mutated creatures that prowled the night stood no chance against his blade.  He hacked and slashed through the countryside leaving corpses and bloodstains in his wake.

At sometime before dawn, Techno's senses returned and he stumbled over to a river to wash his hands of the crimson that now covered him like a cloak. His white shirt looked more like something from a slaughterhouse than a simple farmer's cover-up. His stone sword wasn't much better, its hilt slippery from the sheer amount of blood it had tasted.

Techno doused his face with water, washing away some of the night's residue and smudging the rest of it before he became distracted by his reflection.

It was ironic, really, to see himself like this. Covered in blood, armorless, and lacking in his usual attire. He'd tried so hard to change and yet when it came down to it...

This was where he belonged.

His body was thrumming with energy and possibility. There was no fatigue or pain despite the arrow stuck in his arm and the spide bit on his calf. Techno smiled as he ripped the arrow out of his shoulder and sighed.

He was starting to forget why he ever tried to be different... why he had tried to resist this. This was simply who he was, who he was meant to be.

However, the longer he looked at his reflection, the more wrong it felt. His grin grew wider as he recognized what he was lacking, his tusks clearly pronounced in his smile.

"Blood for the Blood God," he murmured taking one last look at his reflection before getting to his feet and striding back towards that hovel he had called his. He felt like he was flying over that landscape, his feet barely hitting the earth as he broke into a sprint, relishing in the way his body had no restrictions anymore, the way the blood he had spilled fed him like an unending reservoir of potential.

He reached the house a little past dawn and threw the door open, finding it vacant. Wilbur and Tommy had moved on it seemed, but that was the last of Techno's concern at the moment. He strode up the stairs, knowing where to step so the stairs wouldn't creak but no longer caring if they did. He reached the wardrobe and threw the doors open grinning at the contents.

He grabbed the red cloak and threw it over his shoulders, dislodging all of the dust and fitting it around his neck, the familiar fur a comfort to him once more. The crown was a comforting weight on his head that Technoblade hadn't even realized he had missed. His eyes finally rested upon that familiar skull mask and his smile broadened as he picked it up, its leather straps calling to be fitted around his head.

A laugh bubbled up in Techno's throat, a cackle of sorts that filled his chest and echoed through the empty house as he strapped on his mask and gazed out the window.

"Well... here we go."

Wilbur and Tommy trudged along, back the way they had come, unusually silent. Tommy recognized that brooding look resting on Wilbur's brown and so he tried his best to make his buddy perk up.

"Don't worry about it, man. I-I- I mean we can still take L'Manburg back, right! Who needs Technoblade anyway! Come on, who do we have, we... we have Nikki, right a-and Tubbo... and then you still have me, big man! We can fight this revolution no problem!"

Wilbur stopped for a moment, his gaze stuck on his own two feet. "Maybe, Tommy," he answered solemnly before forcing himself onward.

"Did someone say Revolution?" a familiar voice laughed, filling the air.

Tommy and Wilbur both turned around in disbelief and took the sight before them in awe. There was Technoblade in all of his regal glory. Dawned in his scarlet cloak and golden crown, his bone mask a symbol of his terrifying status.

Tommy laughed in joy as he fist-pumped while Wilbur only looked in stunned jubilation, a slight smile on his face.

Techno only smiled.

For the first few weeks, Techno could control his bloodlust. He satisfied his cravings with his cow farm, taking time to slaughter something that both helped his comrades and quelled his desire for violence. He found some semblance of peace farming underground, sometimes catching his reflection in the canals he had dug and filled. He was certainly a spectacle to others with his regal and dangerous aura...

At some points, it would feel wrong to Techno, knowing he had walked back into this life. He willingly returned to sell his soul for fame, victory, and the chance to feel complete. Other times, he would smirk and call himself a fool for every considering letting this go.

But... then the bloodlust started to rear its ugly head.

It had started early in the morning for Technoblade, he had heard Tommy storm out of the ravine that housed the heart of Pogtopia but hadn't thought much of it. That was until he got up and saw the note left at his door...

Tommy had gone to avenge a friend and would need backup. Technoblade immediately snapped out of his grogginess as the possibility of a fight energized him. He quickly strapped on the armor he had forged, knowing it wasn't nearly as good as it could be yet but also knowing it would just have to do. He then made his way out of Pogtopia and through the woods, heading towards the enemy territory of the newly named "Manburg".

On his way, he was stopped by a familiar laugh that echoed through the forest.

"Off to the rescue are we?" Techno turned, every muscle in his body tensing as he whirled around and pointed a sword towards the familiar green-clad masked man; Dream.

Dream's hands flew up.

"Hey, hey, I'm here to help," Dream chuckled. Techno saw he was unarmed at the moment, his ax and sword strapped to his sides with his quiver of arrows slung over his back along with his majestic hunter's bow. His green cloak blended in well with the foliage and as he sidestepped around Techno's blade he stepped silently. Techno smelled no fear from the man, which was usual when it came to the hunter.

"You're helping Tommy?" Techno grinned.

"Naturally," Dream answered as if that was indeed obvious.

Techno was about to respond when they both heard the sound of metal clashing.

"Well, that sounds like Tommy," Techno supposed, glancing back at where Dream had stood and found him gone. "Ah... theatrics..."

With that, he took off toward the sound of fighting, rushing through the early morning mist towards the dark tower. When he finally happened upon the conflict, Tommy saw him first, his smile widening despite his odds of four vs one. Techno quickly surveyed the scene and began creeping through the underbrush, growing closer and closer to the enemies. Nikki was in the fray too, watching it all in anticipation and fear as she grew closer to Tommy.

"And I - I hate to say it... but I have something that you'll never ever have," Tommy bragged happily, wiping a bit of blood away from his busted lip.

"Oh yeah?" taunted Sapnap, the head of this little attack party. "What?"

Tommy didn't even bother glancing at Technoblade, he stared right into Sapnap's eyes and grinned like a snake.

"I have the Blade!" Tommy laughed.

On that wonderful queue, Techno raced out of the bushes, his sword slamming into Sapnap's shield as everyone took a fearful step back at the sight of the warlord. 

Tommy was cheering and whooping as if the battle had already been won and as Techno scanned the area he frowned. This wasn't exactly the exhilarating battle he had been craving. In fact... he was a little irked that Tommy had decided to pick a fight with these jokers at some ungodly hour in the morning. He was also slightly upset that Tommy looked beat to hell and back. Honestly, who let this child out without some supervision?

"I was having a good sleep!" Techno frowned angrily. "I was having a good sleep! I was just laying there! Getting some shut-eye! Which one of you made me wake up?!"

As if to answer, Antfrost let out a yelp as an arrow slipped through his armor, slamming him in  the collarbone which made the remaining three close into a circle with their shields up as Dream emerged from the morning shadows.

"Dream," Sapnap regarded his old friend coldly.

"Sapnap," Dream taunted as he notched another arrow.

And so the fight progressed. Technoblade charged the foes, his sword cleaving through shields and armor while his own shield caught attacking blows. He was outmatched at the moment, surrounded by those with incredible armor and weapons... but those factors only forced his determination and fury to feed his bloodlust... his desire for victory drowned out all else.

His heart pumped faster, his nails grew longer, his tusks sharpened and grew as he cackled and cleaved. Blood splattered on his face as he took to Skeppy and slashed his exposed neck making the man fall to the dirt. From across the battlefield, Bad screamed his friend's name and fearlessly ran towards his wounded friend. The halo above his head darkened while his horns elongated and his usual soft face grew into something rageful and terrifying.

This was all lost to Techno who's gaze was suddenly red like the blood that covered Skeppy's still form. He cackled, tightening his grip on his sword and drawing blood from his own palm with his terrifyingly sharp nails.

"Techno!" Niki cried as she ran up.

But it was the bloodlust that responded.

Techno whirled around and slashed the woman across her chest without realizing she was a friend.

"NIKKI!" Tommy cried in realization as he ran up and pushed Techno away, breathing heavily as he took in the maniacal aura that seeped from Techno's being.

Bad took this opportunity to grab Skeppy's unconscious form and drag him away from that maniac and out of that battlefield, holding his wounds with his dark claws and retreating into the woods. Sapnap was exchanging blows with Dream, fury at the betrayal of his friend driving those swings while Dream calmly parried and retaliated.

Techno saw none of this, he heard none of this, he was too busy in his own head. He forced the bloodlust down, quelled the desire, stamped out that call for destruction, and in a few moments, he was back and staring into the eyes of a stunned Tommy and a teary-eyed Nikki.

"Techno, what... she's on our side," Tommy cried as he tried to help Nikki stop the bleeding.

"Right..." Techno murmured, holding his head, noting his claws and tusks. "Right..."

The sky was a dark purple that morning, dark and uncertain with the oncoming dawn.

He tried to distract himself after that, tried to ensure that it wouldn't happen again. He never could be in that position again. The bloodlust responded to his emotions... it responded to his own desperation, so he could never get desperate. He could never risk that again. He spent days perfecting and forging his armor, mining and enchanting, hunting and collecting until he had the perfect collection of weapons and protection that would ensure he would never be threatened in battle...

He promised himself he wouldn't lose himself like that again.

But he was wrong.

The invitation for the Festival was somewhat surprising to Technoblade, but he accepted it easily as an opportunity to learn about his enemies which was necessary when locked in a war such as this. He laughed as he prepared for the worst, knowing he likely wouldn't need half of the things he was preparing for but preparing regardless.

He knew Wilbur had plans too, he knew Dream did as well, but those were insignificant at the moment. All this was, was a simple reconnaissance mission for Techno, which meant that no matter the consequence, he could not lose himself to bloodlust.

It was trying at first, being surrounded by enemies, but he quickly realized everyone else here was unprepared. He was the only one fully decked out in armor which everyone merely dismissed for his personal paranoia and choice. But it saved his life and gave him the peace of mind that no matter what, he would be in control of a situation.

The first one to try and kill him was Fundy, figuring it would be comical to watch the terrifying Blood Lord drown. But Techno basked in the pain he caused the sly man when he realized Technoblade couldn't be slain by something so simple as a water trap. 

When Fundy finally accepted defeat in one area, he challenged Technoblade to another in the fight ring. While Techno wouldn't usually hesitate about such a challenge, the importance of the items he held was critical to all future victories... and if Fundy somehow got him on the ropes it would result in the death of nearly everyone here.

Techno would have that... There were allies here... he wasn't supposed to kill allies.

So, he cheated a bit, and both survived while teaching that foolish fox a lesson. Fundy collected what was left of his pride and Techno watched Schlatt carefully, committing every strength and weakness to memory.

It was miraculously going well...

Until Schlatt called his name.

Until he found himself standing on the stage, looking at a terrified Tubbo trapped in a cage.

Until he found the blood in his head pumping and screaming for blood and death.

Don't kill allies, he had repeated that mantra to himself for years. Don't kill allies. He had failed to follow it so many times. Don't kill allies. He was better off fighting alone when it was only him to worry about, only him to take care of.

"Technoblade," Tubbo pleaded.

"Tubbo," Techno breathed, raising his crossbow, his mind full of fury and hesitance all at once.

Damn Wilbur and Tommy for getting involved. Damn Dream and his mind games. Damn all of the secret alliances and false claims. Damn all of this political turmoil and animosity.

It all needed to go.

Kill.

They all needed to go.

Kill.

He never should've tried to pretend to be anything other than what he did.

Kill!

Techno's eyes darted over to where Schlatt stood and then over to Quackity. Schlatt was the picture of composure, hands behind his back as he waited for Techno to act. Quackity was more uncertain, his mouth agape as he tried to take in the situation. Was he... against this?

That didn't matter anymore. Techno clenched his crossbow and looked to Tubbo. It didn't matter what anyone on this stage or in that audience truly thought. They did nothing, they weren't going to do anything. Techno closed his eyes and felt all of their gazes upon him... he opened them once more and stared coldly into Tubbo's eyes.

"Tubbo, I'm sorry," Techno murmured as he pulled the trigger, knowing full well who was in the radius of destruction.

The explosions that rocked the stadium drowned out any screams of the audience or the victims. Schaltt, Quackity... and Tubbo, they all lay bloodied messes around the Blood Lord who was breathing heavily as the scent and sight of blood drowned out all else.

"TUBBO!" a familiar voice broke through the chaos and Techno turned as the familiar young Tommy teleported to the stage, tears in his eyes as he slashed Technoblade's shoulder with his ax. Techno stumbled back, stunned for a moment as Tommy screamed something. The ax flew again but this time, the blood pounding in Techno's head made him move and he had caught the handle of the ax before it could impact him. He jerked the ax out of Tommy's hand and watched as the boy's anger melted in terror.

But the bloodlust didn't push Techno forward, it turned him back. The Blood Lord snarled as his tusks grew larger, likening him to some demon as his fury turned to anyone else...

Everyone else.

His laughs rung through the air, drowning out the explosions and screams of everyone else.  

Let L'Manburg blow up! Let everyone die! Let chaos reign and discourse rule! Technoblade wouldn't be satisfied until this entire place was a smoking crater from which nothing would ever be able to be built! 

As he raced out of the massacre, a cruel smile on his bloodstained face, his mind sung of past battles and victories, of the truth in life.

The only thing Techoblade had ever been and ever would be was a warrior, a god of blood and death. This world did nothing for people who made an honest living, who fought for an honest cause. Political power was insignificant, the only thing that mattered in this world... was violence.

"Violence," he told Tommy as the boy tried to get vengeance for his terribly wounded friend. "The universal language of this world is violence, and we've had that discussion. We've had that conversation in the pit. It's over. On to a new day, a new era... "

Techno's eyes gleamed with desire as he now held a clear goal. The destruction of everything responsible for his doubt. He would never be desperate again, not because he was running, but because when he was present, everyone else would cower. His bloodlust sang in agreement and his smile widened, his tusks a testament to his new vow.

"To destroy L'Manburg," Techno smiled.

The dusk was red that day. Bright and scarlet as the smoke drifted into the clouds, the smell of blood filling the senses and staining the sky.

(I regret nothingggggg)