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The one and only Tommyinnit was presumed dead.

When he was banished from L’manburg and confined to the compounds of exile. One day after weeks, he just vanished. No one knew the true story of what happened.

Some people were unconvinced that the blonde was dead. They never found a body after all. Those who didn’t believe it thought that he had run away somewhere. Or Dream was lying about something.

One thing was true was that no one truly knew what happened.

He found holes scattering the land and a crater where a house used to be. It was an uncanny sight and it didn’t feel right at all. It settled something uncomfortable in his gut.

Tubbo was the one to find the pillar in exile.

A blood-curdling scream could be heard from miles away. A mixture of fear, anguish, and despair.

The Minecraft family pretended not to care but Tubbo could see how the guilt was weighing on Phil. And the regret in Techno’s eyes. A very rare emotion when it comes to the piglin and avian.

Phil came to the funeral while Techno opted to stay home. It didn’t surprise him, they weren’t on good terms.

Tommy’s supposed death took a toll on everyone. Tommy was the glue of the server. L’manburg would be nothing without Tommy. He was the spark of the nation. He fought for it no matter what. Even as he lost two canon lives and was roped into several wars. He was loyal, too loyal.

Phil’s guilt and Techno’s regret soon festered into anger and revenge.

They teamed up with Dream and blew up everything. An obsidian grid stretching across the sky raining tnt. Spawning Withers and killing everyone they came into contact with. Tubbo didn’t know what to do, so he just stood there with a blank expression.

Eventually, everyone stopped being butt buddies. Even when New L’manburg was rebuilt relationships were still tense.

So everyone separated and started their own factions.

Tubbo visited Tommy’s bodiless man-made grave almost every day.

He traced the engraved words on the headstone. The words he repeated in his mind every day.

You gave up so much yet you never received anything in return. 

So young yet wise. A boy with an old soul. 

Rest in peace TommyInnit Soot Minecraft. 

I’m sorry. 

Tubbo whispered the last line, “I’m sorry….”

The brunette nearly jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder. At first, he thought it was Ranboo but no it was Phil. Technoblade was even there which was surprising.

Phil was holding a large bouquet of Tommy’s favorite flowers. Alliums, dandelions, and red tulips. Strange combination.

“I come here whenever I can. Usually the beginning of the week or the weekend,” Phil weakly smiled.

Techno fake coughs into his fist, “Headstone could be better.” Clearly trying to make light of this awkward silence.

Tubbo shrugged, “Yeah well Tommy loved cobblestone. Remember those cobblestone towers of power?”

Techno sadly chuckled, “I guess you’re right. He made one right outside my cottage.”

“So how you been, mate?”

“As best as I can to be honest. I mean how am I supposed to be okay knowing my best friend is dead? And it was entirely my fault.” Tears streamed down Tubbo’s face.

Phil knelt on the ground and tightly hugged the ram. “Do you want me to be blunt with you?” Phil asked.

Tubbo quietly nodded into his shoulder. “Yes, you were the cause,” Tubbo visibly deflated, “but you weren’t the effect. The effect of exile is what killed him. Not you.”

“But the effect wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t exile him in the first place!”

Phil hummed in Tubbo’s ear. “Technically yes. Even with that, you weren’t entirely to be blamed. You were just a kid put in a stressful position and you thought at that moment that it was the right thing to do.”

“Are you mad at me Phil? Even if I was only partly to be blamed, it still feels like I killed him.”

“I’m not going to lie, I was furious that you exiled him. I’m not anymore though. I’m just tired. I want this server to have peace.”

Oh boy, can Tubbo relate to that. He wants one night where his dreams aren’t plagued with nightmares. The constant worry that another war is going to start for whatever reason.

This server has not been kind to its children. He has to remind himself that he was a kid and still is one. Teenage traumatized war veteran.

Great title to be bestowed.

The avian plopped the flowers on the soil. “I think it’s time we head off now. You should as well.”

Techno slightly tilted his head down as a sign of goodbye. Phil waved his hand in the air and shouted goodbye.

His eyes cried more tears as Tubbo walked away. He doesn’t deserve to cry, he messed up everything.

As Tubbo arrived at the mansion his best friend, his husband, wiped the tears away.

Meanwhile, in a faraway land, a red-feathered demon saunters a blood-shedded server. With a wicked grin on his face.

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6 years later 

Techno POV: 

He hadn’t gotten over his death yet. It had been 6 years, 6 long years of hell. As much as he hated to say it, Techno had cared about Tommy. For the longest time, he felt like a fool for thinking so. But in the back of his head, he loved his little brother. The Piglin hadn’t said it before Tommy’s unfair death. He wishes he did

Safe to say even after all these years the server hasn’t gotten any better. Phil was never okay after Wilbur’s passing. Of course he felt awful, he was the one to kill him.

He only got worse which was to be expected. He lost two of his sons. The middle and the youngest. Oh how he wished Techno could go back in time and protect his little brother.

The voices wanted blood to avenge Tommy. To follow through with the feeling of revenge towards L’manburg. After all, they were the reason he was fucking dead. So he blew it up to smithereens.

But they soon turned quiet, somber, mourning the loss of the blonde like Techno was. His anger weakened after a long period of time. Forgiving Tubbo was a struggle. I mean how could one forgive such an action?

Forgiving and forgetting are two different things, He forgave but he’ll never forget.

But his life is never fair, the voices demanded blood once again. Wanting to kill the former president for good. To take his third life.

He’ll never give in to those demands, they’re at peace now. Maybe not mentally, but ally wise they stopped trying to kill each other.

So he’s not about to start some new shit with Tubbo.

But if he didn’t do something soon, people would get hurt. He vowed never to do that, to never hurt another person again for his selfish gain. So all he could do was live with the potential doom.

Techno felt something flick his forehead. He looked around oh- Phil. “You alright there Techno? You’re looking like you're lost in the clouds.”

“No I’m alright,” he sighed, “just the voices.” Liar 

EEEEEEEEE
BLOOD
BLOOD
PIGEON NOOOOOOOO
L+RIP BOZO
E
E E

Okay maybe he’s not totally lying

“Are they acting up again?” Phil asked worriedly. Techno grumbled, “They’re always acting up Phil,
you know this.”

Phil waved him off, “I know. Just trying to make conversation.”

Techno rubbed his temples, “Chat you’re giving me a headache.”

:((((((
Aw but you love ussss
WHY U HATE :(
we’re a part of you
E E E
BlobBbbb
RIP L
Not our problem
BRRRRRRR
BLOOD

“Can I get some Ibuprofen?” Techno asked. Phil nodded and walked to the medicine cabinet. There are some stronger potions, like healing and regen. Ah ah ah there's the Ibuprofen.

Techno popped three in his mouth. Since it’s not a normal headache it doesn’t completely get rid of the ache but it tones it down.

Better than nothing I guess.

“I’m gonna go lay down. Maybe that’ll help.”

“Okay. Rest easy.”

Next morning 

Techno groaned and wiped his hand down his face. He looked at the clock, 11 pm. Phil must’ve let him sleep in.

Wakey wakey eggs nd bakey
welcome star shines the earth says HELLO
mornninggggg
i hungy
hola soy dora

Oh great. They’re still here.

YoUuuU can’t get riDdd of us
TECHY
leedle leedle leedle lee
mmMmmmm
E EE E
cock a doodle doooo
BIRB

The Piglin is greeted by Phil cooking breakfast in the kitchen. Pancakes and toast.

BEKFAST
WHERES THE BACON??
would that be considered cannibalism
MmMmmmm
CRISPY TOAST
waffles are so much better
food food food
person who said waffles are better you should commit die
EEEE

“Morning Techno. Did you sleep well? I’m cooking breakfast.”

“Yeah, I slept fine. You let me sleep in, why?” he asked.

“Hm well I knew you don’t get a lot of sleep and I didn’t want to ruin that if you're sleeping late.” Techno hummed in response.

Phil plated their food and they started eating. “So are the voices gone?” Techno shook his head, “No they’re still there. Loud and annoying as usual.”

what’s with the chat hate train
meanie
RUDE
sad face :(
MURDER THE PIG
can we turn him into bacon??
DICK

“I wonder why they’ve been so active lately. Usually they’re gone after you wake up. I’m worried,” Phil frowned.

Techno grumbled, “Unfortunately you’ll learn to live with it.”

And with that, they ate their breakfast in silence.

Their days follow in routine. They wake up and have breakfast, they do their regular chores, and throughout the day Techno complains about the voices. And when the day is finally over, he sits in his classic armchair rereading the story of Theseus.

It’s a good day if Techno and his father aren’t spending their whole day grieving. Not locked in their rooms staring at the ceiling contemplating life.

Although today seems to be a mixture of both.

“Hey Techno, I wanted to talk to you about the voices.” Techno looked up from his book curiously.

Phil sits down on the couch with 2 cups of tea in his hands. “So what about the voices, Phil?”

“We both know that the only way to tame them is to do what they say. Right? So well uh…” Phil looked around nervously.

“What is it Phil? Spit it out,” Techno said with hostility. He didn’t like where this was going. “When you say ‘do what they say’ you mean kill people, right? Spill blood from the lives of the innocent.”

“Okay yes technic-“ Techno interrupted, “I am not going to kill people just because the voices tell me to. We’ve discussed this years ago.”

“If you would let me finish then you would understand,” Phil scolded. Techno rolled his eyes, “Okay fine.”

“As I was sayingggg, yes, technically you are correct. But I wasn’t suggesting killing innocent lives or bringing down other countries and governments.”

“Okay if I wouldn’t be killing innocent people with no mercy. Then how would that work? I don’t understand.”

Phil sighed, “I was thinking maybe you could go back to 2b2t and fight people in the pit. That way you’re not hurting anyone for no reason. They signed up for it. And no one there is innocent anyways.”

Techno said nothing, the gears turning in his head.

“It’s just a thought. Can you at least sit on it? Please?”

He didn’t know what to say so he silently nodded. I mean come on. The pit? 2b2t? He hasn’t been back to that place in eons. It was where Phil found him, a tiny Piglin named Technoblade locked in a cage. From his memory, he was less than 10, maybe 7 or 6 years old when he was kidnapped from the nether and forced to fight in the arena.

“I’ll think about it,” he said begrudgingly. And that’s what he did. Instead of Tommy, it was memories of the Pit.

Should he? Should he not? Is it a good idea?

What if he comes back and he’s in his old ways again? What if Chat misses the bloodlust and it’ll consume him forever until something happens?

It’s a hard deal.

So for the next couple days it was a constant thing buzzing in his mind. There are so many things that could go wrong. If it goes horribly, horribly wrong. He’ll just kill himself. He can’t afford to regress into his old mental state.

But if it calms the millions of voices running rampant in his mind. Who’s to say that’s a bad thing? If it works, he’ll go there when the voices get louder.

Like messed-up therapy in a way.

You won’t know till ya try it.

“It’s been a couple days Techno. Did you uh decide anything? I’ll understand if you say no.”

“Yes, I’ve decided. And I think….I think I’ll go just to see. And if it doesn’t I’ll come back,” he said unsurely.

Phil’s face lights up, “Oh good let me go pack. It’s a long ways trip y’know.”

“My only agreement Phil is that I go alone. I’m on a journey of possible self-improvement. And I think I have to do it alone. Just for now.”

The avian deflated. “I- I understand. Just be safe okay? I can’t lose another son.” Techno hugged him, “I’m not going anywhere. Don’t worry.”

“Can I at least walk you to the portal?” Phil asked with some hope.

“Fine alright. Come help me pack and you can come.” The Avian chirped with a smile.

Somehow it took them an absurd amount of time to fill one suitcase. Techno full of nerves and Phil full of hope and joy as they trudged their way there.

Trudging through Hypixel was a chore in itself. People bustling the vendors and grinding for materials. Some are nice but for some reason the majority are assholes. Scamming, bumping into people on purpose, making fun of someone, etcetera.

Man, it’s been a while since he’s been here.

Is Hypixel a monopoly? He’s not sure.

Hypixel is set up in a way where there are different portals to take you to different hubs. Like for example, if you want to mine for endless materials you can go to the deep caverns. There’s farming hubs and other hubs where you can kill monsters for loot as well. Another example would be the spider’s den. You have the bazaar and the auction house where you can buy items. The auction house is a place for selling your stuff for money.

It takes a lot of time and effort to progress. But when you get there you feel like a king.

But anyway, I digress. Other than the regular Hypixel stuff there is a portal to a hub where there are a BUNCH of different portals that take you to a specific server. Some servers you need permission to join some don’t.

In 2b2t you don’t need permission to join however if you’re entering for the first time you need to sign a waiver. 2b2t is an anarchy server with no rules or cheats, and there is a high chance you will get killed.

So you gotta know what you’re getting yourself into. Most chicken out or have a high enough ego and don’t care.

Once again, I digress.

Soon, Phil and Techno arrive at the server hub. “Well, I guess this is where I leave. Just Techno…please be careful. I wouldn’t forgive myself if something happened.”

“I’ll be fine I promise, okay? You’re not gonna lose me.”

“You haven’t been there in years Techno. Years. Things could be different, it could be a lot worse.” Phil said, worried.

“Dad, I swear I’m going to be fine. I’m a warrior, I'm going to be fine and if something happens I’ll leave. Immediately.” He’s trying his best to reassure his father but Phil’s an anxious man. He doesn’t blame him though. He’s got every reason to be.

“I know I know…Just allow me to worry,” Phil put his hands on his hips.

“Well, I’m gonna go. You be safe as well Philza.”

Techno and Phil parted ways after his father gave him a tight bear hug. He’s a little nervous, how could he not? Phil’s right, the bird man does have a point. Things could be worse. But now’s not the time to dwell on what-ifs.

Techno felt the nauseating feeling of hopping to a server.

The portal took him to the entrance of the Pit. He was greeted by some guy who overloaded Techno with questions. He looks a little familiar, maybe he was the first ‘bouncer’ Techno met when he was taken here.

It’s been a long time. He’s real dedicated to the job.

He looked around awkwardly looking for the overseer of the Pit. In the back of his mind, he crosses his fingers that it’s not the same one. The piglin turned around as he felt someone tap his shoulder. His eyes widened.

“Hey Technoblade, long time no see,” the overseer said with a smirk. Cocky bastard. Techno grit his teeth, he hasn’t been called Technoblade in a long time. “Yeah, long time no see. And speaking of no see, I never wanted to see you again.”

“Aw, that’s a little harsh. I mean you must be looking for me seeing as you’re here.”

Can we get rid of this asshole???
DICKWAD
kill him tech
BLOOD BLOOD
let’s see em bleed
he a bitch
avatar the last blood bender
SHIT YOUR PANTS AND EAT SHIT
BLOOD
EEEEE E E
NOOOOOOO

He’s gonna have to avoid the voices for now. All he wants is for them to shut up, they're pretty much making the situation worse.

ok now youre the asshole
MEAN TECHNO
sad face :((((((((
again with the chat hate train?
why you no love us
EEE E EEE
CHAT CAN WE STOP WITH THE E’S
THIS SERIOUS MOMENT CMON GUYS
LLLLLLLL

Techno rolled his eyes, “My matters are personal, they have nothing to do with you. Overseer,” he glared at him.

“Hm, whatever, I don't care. Either way, I’m one of the owners of this establishment so I need to know why you’re here. Whether you like it or not of course.”

Ok, he’s technically right. Doesn’t mean he’s gonna like it.

“Well, I’m here to fight in the pit. Obviously.”

Bitch boy overseer tilted his head like a dog. “I thought you said you’d never come back and fight in the Pit again.” He said with a smile.

Techno scowled, “It’s personal matters. I don’t want to be here but the reason I am here is none of your business.”

Dickwad whispered in his ear, “It’s the voices isn’t it?” It made him freeze. Just great now this asshole knows what’s going on.

oh shitttt
WOMP WOMP
this ain’t good
our plan has been SPOILED
Rippp
dumbass
BLOOD

“I’m going to take your silence as a yes. It’s quite funny really. In here I have pretty much total control, except for my partner of course.”

“Partner? You’re a control freak, why would you ever have a co-overseer?” It’s true on top of being an asshole he is very controlling.

“True I guess you’re right. But he’s special. And don’t tell him I said this. He can be scary when he wants to.”

Techno raises his eyebrows. “Trust me you’ll understand what I’m talking about. Maybe I’ll pair you up when it’s your time to shine.”

“Whatever. Just do whatever you want, it’s not like I have any power to do so.” The overseer nodded his head.

“I mean I’d back out now if you get paired up. He’s not easily taken down.”

He deadpanned, “Yeah I doubt that. No one can beat me.”

Overseer sighed, “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

“So when am I fighting this partner of yours? I’d like to get out of here as soon as possible,” he questioned.

“So eager to leave already. You just got here, don’t you want to spend time in your old home?” he smirked again.

“No, no I really don’t.” Bitch boy hummed in his response. “Well, we’ll see when. It depends when he’s free. As you can imagine it gets pretty busy around here. And the waitlist is long.”

Techno huffed, “Fine okay.”

“I’ll be nice and get you a nice place to rest. I mean you remember what the outside is like.”

“Of course, I remember,” he said, annoyed.

“Gosh, no need to be snarky. I’m giving you room and board. You can at least be a little appreciative.”

“Whatever fine, thank you.” He didn’t wanna thank his previous kidnapper but you gotta do what you gotta do.

“Let’s go. I’ll take you there.”

His room is pretty nice for 2b2t. It wasn’t like a 5-star hotel or anything but it was better than the outside. The outside was full of savages, people willing to do anything to stay alive.

One time when Techno was just a shoat, he saw a man get killed and they ate his organs just to live. It was a gruesome and bloody site.

Techno hadn’t realized how exhausted he was as till he sat on the bed. He quickly fell asleep waiting for the day to beat his challenger.

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Techno POV: 

He was woken up from the loud sounds of laughter.

Hopefully today is the day he gets to beat the so-called ‘champion’. He doesn’t want to spend any more time in this hell hole than he needs to.

Techno groaned as he got out of bed, wiping his hand down his face. Maybe they’ll have coffee. He’s going to be real disappointed if they don’t.

He changed out of his pajamas and into his clothes then walked out the door.

In front of him he sees a person with huge Phoenix wings that could rival Phil’s. Their colors are of the ombré sunset. Red into orange then yellow. His blonde hair is shoulder length and tied in a small ponytail that lays flat on the nape of his neck. Around 6’3 with muscles.

Something about the guy seems familiar but he can’t put his finger on it.

“So are you the champion?” he asked.

“Yeah that’s me. And I’m assuming you’re the pig who wants to fight me.”

Overseer smacked his shoulder, “Fire bird be nice.” The champion rolled his eyes and scowled. “Fine whatever.”

“Sorry, he doesn’t have good bedside manners.”

Techno raised his eyebrow, “Is that your champion name? Fire Bird? That’s a little condescending.”

“No, it's Incendium. It’s the latin word for fire or inferno. Fitting innit?”

Techno shrugged his shoulders, “I guess.” “So Incendium when are we fighting? I want to get this over with. I want to get my win over with.”

“Cocky kills y’know? Especially newbies and I can tell you are based on your lack of respect. But it’s cool, a nice change of pace.”

“Incense you say that as if you’re not one of the cockiest motherfuckers on the planet,” Overseer deadpans.

“I wouldn’t say cocky, I’d say more experienced. But to answer your question Pig we can brawl later today, mkay?” Techno huffed and nodded.

At least he gets to leave later tonight or tomorrow. This place is making his skin crawl with the unfamiliarity.

The champion or Incendium, something is off. He can’t put his finger on it but he will find out. What can he say? Even on a different server he likes to stay informed.

“Well Pig I’ve got paperwork and forms to fill out. See ya later,” Incendium waved.

“Byeeeee,” he said in his classic low voice. It made the champion look at him weirdly, whatever, not his problem.

Techno looked at his former kidnapper, “So now what do I do?”

“You can stay in your hotel room or you can watch some of the fights. Incense is going to be in the arena after he’s done with the paperwork. You should come watch. The crowd loves him.”

“Sitting cramped next to thousands of people, not my forte.”

Overseer hummed, “You can sit in the box.” The box aka that thing where the narrators sit in.

“I’ll think about it,” Techno gruffed.

He doesn’t fancy sharing a small area with loads of people but again the champion has piqued his interest. Then they spent a full minute staring at each other in awkward silence.

“Well I’m going back to my room. Notify me when your champion is done with the paperwork.” The overseer nodded silently. Techno’s loud footsteps got quieter and quieter as he walked away. “Wait Techno let me tell you something before you go.”

“What is it?” he asked. “Fire bird will go easy on you. No matter how hard you think he’s fighting, he’s holding back.” Techno nodded. Good to know I guess.

He continued walking to his room when he heard a buzzing in his pocket. The piglin pulled out his communicator, and uh oh- he’s in trouble. His call log and text history is filled with notifications from his father. Techno pressed the call button, “Heyyyyyy Phil, how are you?”

“HOW ARE YOU? HOW ARE YOU?! TECHNO HOW THE FUCK YOU THINK I FEEL?” The piglin nearly dropped his com.

“YOU HAVEN’T ANSWERED ANY OF MY CALLS, ANY OF MY TEXTS.” Phil’s gonna kill him when he goes back. I mean he could just live here forever.

Problem solved.

“Listen Phil-“, Phil interrupts, “Technoblade Minecraft I have been worried sick to death. Do you have any idea how worried I have been?”

Techno sighed, “Listen Phil I’ve just been busy. As soon as I got to my shitty room I immediately fell asleep and I was busy talking to the Overseer and the champion this morning.”

“Christ Techno you’re turning my hair grey.” Techno could practically feel the avian pinch his eyebrows.

“Your hair is already grey Phil. Do you mean your hair is turning white?”

“You little shit is that your way of saying I'm old?”

Techno shrugged his shoulders, “You said it Phil not me. I never once in my life have ever called you old.”

“Yeah huh sure Techno.” The avian and piglin chuckled.

20 minutes later

After 20 or so minutes, he heard loud knocking on his door. “Technoblade, Incendium finished his paper work. Did you wanna come watch him fight?”

“Sure I guess.” It’s weird hearing the Overseer ask Techno rather than forcing him to. Back then he would’ve been dragged to watch the bloodbaths. But usually he was the one commiting the bloodbath so it was a rare occasion.

“You remember the way, Champion,” Overseer smirked. Techno sneered, “I’m not your so-called ‘champion’ anymore,” he airquoted.

The Overseer clasped his hands and tilted his head. “Aw Technoblade. There’s no need for your aggressive nature,” he waved his hand up and down. “You will always be one of my favorite champions no matter what.”

Techno rolled his eyes, “Yeah whatever, let’s get this over with.” He led the way to the box.

The room, it doesn’t look like anything has changed all too much. Some of the chairs and tables were moved around some but that was it.

It was a small square room with two long tables placed horizontally. The tables had snacks and drinks including alcohol. There were two wooden stools in front of the microphones on top of a wooden lip attached to a huge glass wall. The glass was to have an actual view of the fight and the microphones were for obviously narrating the fight to the audience.

“Techno why don’t you narrate with me? You’ve never done it before and I think it’ll be fun.”

“No thanks, I'm good. Plus I don’t even know how.” Overseer smiled, “No biggie I’ll coach you. C'mon don’t be the fun police.”

“Fine. But on one condition,” he said seriously. The overseer raised an eyebrow, “I don’t think you have the authority to make commands. But I’ll humor you, what is it?”

“I have a feeling you’re gonna introduce me and who I am. Can you like not do that?” Techno will take his silence that he’s thinking it over.

smart smart
yes stay anonymous it could be helpful
technosmart
EEE E EEE E
let’s kill em
Chatter stop spamming E its not relevant to the lore
womp womp

“Hmm I guess I can do that. I’ll keep you anonymous.” Well that went better than he thought it would. He assumed that the overseer would tell him no.

If you’re wondering why Techno keeps calling him overseer and not his actual name, no one knows what it is. Maybe some people do, he's not sure but Techno’s never known it. And of course he’s tried asking when he was younger but that ended up with a slap to the face. Techno learned not to ask again.

He looked out the window and saw enormous sunset wings confidently walking into the Arena.

The overseer pressed one of the mic buttons, “Hello ladies and gentlemen, it looks like it’s feather bird’s time to shine.” His booming voice could be heard throughout the stands. “I’m here with a different co-host this time. Let’s give him a warm welcome everybody.” Guess it’s his turn to speak now.

He pressed the same button, “Hello I guess,” Techno said unsurely.

“Quite the talker I see,” overseer’s tone filled with sarcasm. It earned some laughs from the crowd. “But now that the intro is out of the way, are you guys ready to watch our fire bird fight?” The audience loudly screamed ‘yeah!’

Overseer pressed a different button. “The button I just pressed is the mute button. Meaning they can’t hear anything we’re saying but we can hear them. That other button you pressed toggles to them being able to hear us.”

“Seems simple enough. So how do I narrate?”

“Well I’m assuming you know what narrate means. What you want to do is to essentially explain or say what’s happening at that moment. For example, if the opponent takes a hit from fire bird then you would quickly say how he got hit. But you have to express exaggerated emotion to make it sound interesting.”

“Easy enough. However I don’t necessarily sound excited or know how to express emotion in my voice.”

“That is true. Just do your best even if you sound boring. I’ll be the one talking the most so don’t worry too much.” The Overseer went over the rules first like he always does. Number one, Incendium can’t use his wings to fly but can use them to block. Number two, neither the opponent or the champion can climb into the stands to run away. And so on and so forth.

When Techno wasn’t narrating he was analyzing Incendium’s fighting style. He was graceful like a dancer, not even breaking a sweat.

tommy???
is that the straw haired bitch boy
incendium pretty strong techno
Is he harnessing the power of the cha cha slide?
TOMS TOMMY
no way is that tommy
this gon get complicated
sheeeeshhhh
LORE LORE LORE LORE

Chat, why are you talking about Tommy? He died. Remember? And there’s no way it can be him. Sure he was a good fighter but nowhere near that level of skill.

Ignoring chat he saw that the fight didn’t last long, the champion won easily in a matter of minutes. Techno had to admit it was impressive.

Afterwards, they all met up in the locker room. It wasn’t an exclusive spot but there were only a few people there. Everyone in there looked on edge and seemed to try and get out as quickly as possible. Was Incendium really that intimidating?

Incendium was sitting on the bench drinking a bottle of water. He looks up at Techno, “Did you enjoy watching me Mr Anonymous?”

“It was cool I guess. I’ve never narrated before so that was interesting.”

“Y’know you remind me of someone. Tell me about yourself Mr Anonymous,” Incendium asked. He’s not keen on a stranger knowing anything about him. Call him paranoid but information can always be used against you.

“I’m going to have to pass on that question. I don’t think it’s necessary.”

Incendium raised both eyebrows, “Alright, keep your secrets. It’s none of my business anyways. Although you are an interesting chap, I’d love to know anything about you.”

“I can tell you my favorite color. It’s red.” Sure information can be lethal but it’s just his color preference. The champion smiled, “Well what do ya know? My favorite color is also red.”

I’m getting the heebie jeebies from this guy anyone else agree?
spooky scary skeleton
sure is an interesting guy
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JINKIES

“Are we fighting today? Orrrr what?” He’d like to leave this server as soon as possible. The longer he spends here the more anxious he gets. And the more anxious he gets the louder the voices become. Which is wonderful.

“So eager aren’t you? Usually everyone is scared to face me. The only ones who don’t are the newbies. Those are the people who have been here longer and think they can beat me. It’s part of the reason why I find you so interesting.”

“Ego much?”

Incendium chuckled, “Oh you’re funny, I like you.”

Okay then.

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or not.”

The champion crossed his legs, “I’d take it as a compliment. I don’t do that very often y’know?” No he doesn’t know.

“Anyways I’d really like to know when we’re doing our little skirmish thing. This place is dreadful so I’d like to skiddaddle soon.”

Skiddaddle???
Who tf says skiddaddle anymore
techno old
Tommmmm tommmm
i don’t think this place is too shabby a
guys we can’t spoil the lore shhh

Incense tilted his head, “Mm anonymous why are you in such a hurry to get home? Almost sounds like you’re running away from something. Or someone.” Techno tensed as the champion smirked.

HE KNOWS
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
everybody stay calm everybody stay calm STAY FUCKING CALM
there’s no way he knows right ?
let’s do our special breathing exercises breathe in breathe out
chillax y’all DAMN u guys worrying over nothing he literally knows nothing about us

“We could do it now or soon if you want. I’m not doing anything the rest of the day,” Incendium shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah I’ve been ready.”

His grin widened showing sharp teeth, “Good, I've been itching for this since yesterday.” Techno nodded, “Same yeah.”

“I know you’re not interested in sharing anything about yourself besides your favorite color. But I’ve got a question. I mean we could trade. You answer my question and I’ll tell you something about myself as well.”

“I guess that’s fair. What’s your question?” Sure he might be spilling important information but the champion is willing to give up a secret. You can always use your enemies secrets against them.

Keep your friends close but your enemies closer.

“You always seem to know where you’re going. No questions, no confusion, you’ve never accidentally walked into the wrong corridor. It’s puzzling, almost like you’ve been here before?” Techno starts sweating and looks around nervously.

ohh sheet
HE KNOWS HES GOTTA KNOW
mf observant asf
shits boutta go DOWN
I’LL DO YOU ONE BETTER WHY IS GAMORA?
When are we killing this guy? i’d like to see bird man die
dontttt be suspicious don’t be suspicious

Chat, as always, is never much use to his current dilemma. Great, now Chat is yelling at him about how much he is a ‘dickwad’ and an ‘asshole’ for calling them useless. And by the way, who is Gamora?? What kind of weird ass alien name is that?

Now that he thinks about it, why does he want to stay anonymous? Why is Techno so anxious about someone knowing who he is? He high-key forgot.

“I was an old champion many years ago. That’s all I’ll say on the matter. So it’s my turn to ask a question now, right?” Techno said. “That is indeed what I said,” Incendium agreed.

“How long have you been here and how did you get to 2b2t?”

“Well for one that’s technically two questions not one. But I’ll bite because I’m nice. I have been here for around six or so years and how I got here, I left behind an old life. That’s all I’ll say on the matter.”

Don’t think Techno didn’t notice the hesitance to answer as well.

Incendium stood up, “I guess there’s no time like the present. Since you know your way around I won’t need to show you where the armory is.”

The armory is one room that’s split in the middle with a wall creating two separate small rooms. That way they can’t have an advantage when choosing weapons because you’ll know what weapons and shield your opponent chose. In each small area there is a tiny platform that slowly lifts you up into the arena.

As they rose into the Arena they looked at each other up and down. Techno wearing his very own enchanted netherite armor and a shield with his weapon of choice, a Japanese Katana. Incendium also dawned enchanted netherite armor and a shield. His sword of choice wasn’t anything he had seen before, a gladius. Said to be one of the sharpest weapons out there. Supposedly able to kill a man with one stab. Nice.

He heard the Overseer’s voice through the speakers. “Hello ladies and gentlemen I think you’ll find this one interesting. We of course have our lovely fire bird out there and an old returning champion, Technoblade.” Techno paled and his face went white as a sheet.

Chapter Text

Techno POV:

Incendium’s eyes blew wide and he looked equally as shocked. Techno could practically feel the large smirk on Overseer’s face.

UH OH
womp womp x2
KILL KILL KILL KILL
BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD
oh shit theyyyy knowwwww
yikerooni
this is a fat L
oop inception is shocked wonder why
LOREEEE WE GETTIN TO THE GOOD PART

Incendium looked downright murderous and not in the Arena competition kind of way. The goal is to kill your opponent and each has a totem that brings them back to life. Another one of the rules is that the fight stops when someone is killed or they tap out.

So no, his gaze does not look good. Incendium looks like he’s gonna slaughter him afterward and finish Techno off when he doesn’t have a totem. Which begs the question why? Why is Incendium staring at him with hateful eyes?

Whatever. Focus on the fight now, worry about that later.

Techno grips his Katana tightly and tenses his body. He can use Incendium’s anger against him, his moves will be sloppy, too focused on his emotions rather than logic.

It’s fighting 101 everyone knows that.

Incendium digs his foot into the red sand and kicks off. Techno expected it and used his shield to block the kick aiming for his chest. But then felt a sharp pain in his calf while distracted. After Techno lowered his shield for just a split second Incendium went for his open chest.

Techno’s Katana was long enough to slash the champion’s back. He heard a loud groan yet Incendium never once tried to recover but instead kept going for Techno. They landed some decent shots on each other. Almost as if Incendium was toying with him, he sliced open Techno’s other leg again. Almost crippling his ability to fight.

The Phoenix circled and danced around him like a predator. Incendium the hawk and Techno the rabbit.

Techno tries to catch his breath but Incendium wouldn’t let him. Blow after blow, hit after hit, he couldn’t take it anymore. Techno has NEVER ONCE been beaten by someone else. This fight was also blowing his ego.

Incendium was incredibly annoying. He thought he had this in the bag because he analyzed Incendium’s fighting style.

Piece of cake right? No.

He would consistently change from offense to defense. And if he was going in for an attack but when Techno went to block it he would change last second where he was going to hit. Like for example, if Incendium was going for the chest but then realized it was going to be blocked by the shield or Techno was going to move out of the way, he would go for the leg or arm. If Techno wasn’t the one fighting him he’d say it was incredibly impressive.

Didn’t help that he was also spouting insults and teasing him.

“Hey shit for brains you gonna blow up this place because you’ve lost? Throw another temper tantrum?” Incendium said with a grin. He was so close to freezing. That hit a little close to home. The Piglin grunted in return.

The fight continued but Techno could tell it was ending soon and by the looks of it Incendium knew that too. In his last ditch effort, he tried to tire him out, make him less fast, and have slow reactions. He went on the defense and dodged his attacks rather than trying to hit hard. Instead of being right in front of him, Techno moved further back so Incendium would have to run to him.

But it wasn’t working.

Whenever he was around Incendium he noticed that his eyes were blue but had a soft red tint around his irises. Now his eyes are a deep red, no blue in sight. It only added to his intimidating scary demeanor. But Techno’ll be damned before he admits that.

Incendium raised his sword and aimed his full thrust on his face. He felt his mask splitting in two and his face finally shown. The next minute he’s falling to the ground unable to stand up. What the fuck just happened?

“I notice your confusion. Well you see I cut your Achilles tendons,” Incendium said with a wide smile. Before Techno could respond Incendium used his gladius to cut off Techno's right arm. Funny thing is Techno is right-handed.

COINCIDENCE? I THINK NOT!

Crawling away like a pathetic snail, Incendium reaches down and pulls on Techno’s long pink hair. Incendium turns off the mic. He whispers in Techno’s ear, “I’d say it’s good to see you again but I’d be lying.”

It felt like his eyes popped out of his head. “Tommy? Is that you?”

Incendium bared his teeth, “Hello, brother.” Incend-Tommy let go of his hair and watched him fall to the ground again. He moved his sword back and forth as if Tommy was playing golf. Instead of a golf ball, it’s Techno’s head.

“Stop squirming brother, I want a clean cut.”

With all his might, Tommy cut his head clean off. Tommy watched his brother as he popped his totem and revived himself.

Techno dizzily watches his younger brother pick up his head and raise it in the air for the audience to see. They all clapped and cheered their champion on.

The piglin couldn’t help but stare at the blood and pieces of flesh on his gladius. That’s his blood. That’s Techno’s flesh.

:000
I KNEW IT
stabby stab child
you got bested
CANON? CANON? CANON?
BRO GOT SIDE SWIPED
HAHAH MF L
used his cha-cha slide powers

Thanks chat I appreciate that sentiment.

Bruh what the fuck happened to his little brother? What happened to that loud foul foul-mouthed annoying little kid he used to know? Where did he go?

And never in a million years could Tommy beat him. Sure yes he was a good fighter but nowhere near as good as Techno. And Overseer was right he could tell that Incendium-well Tommy was holding back.

Tommy dropped his gladius and let it fall onto the red dust. His eyes were now a lighter shade of red than it was before. He walked back to his respected pedestal and Techno’s eyes followed him as he was lowered back down to the armory.

Techno in a daze did the same. Didn’t even bother cleaning his weapon, just put it back into his scabbard. Aka that brown leather thing Techno has in his hip that people sheath their sword or knife into.

The piglin angrily stomped to the locker room where Tommy was. “Tommy, what the fuck happened out there? You are Tommy right??” He didn’t bother to answer him.

Techno growled, “You better start explaining Tommy Innit. Why and how did you get here? I mean people thought you were dead. I thought you were dead.”

Tommy looked up, “I don’t need to explain myself. I don’t owe you an explanation at all whatsoever,” he said with venom. “Now the question is, why are you here?”

Techno scoffed, who the fuck does Tommy think he is? “Well I don’t need to explain myself to you either,” he mocked back. He was only met with an eye roll and silence. Truth be told he was expecting Tommy to burst out and argue. Go off on him and yell about how much of a dick he is.

But no. That assumption was found to be incorrect.

“Theseus, it's been 6 years. 6 long fucking years. Do you not realize how long that is for people?” Tommy walked his way over to the public showers not saying anything.

Techno ran after him and grabbed his arm. “Technoblade let me fucking go NOW. I advise you not to touch me again,” he narrowed his eyes and broke out of his grip. “Theseus you don’t get a say in this. I mean you ran away for Christ’s sake. Why did you never come back? Not to L’manburg, not to Tubbo…not to me.” That last part was painful to admit. He missed when Tommy lived with him for a little bit. Sure he was incredibly annoying and stole his stuff but it was endearing to him. Good things never last forever.

“Tubbo exiled me Technoblade. He was the president of L’manburg. Yeah, he was manipulated by Dream that still doesn’t make it right.”

“Everyone misses you. I miss you. Believe it or not.” It was Tommy’s turn to scoff, “Yeah fucking right. I was an annoying little brat to them. I pranked, stole, and accidentally burned down someone’s house. I wasn’t exactly on Santa's nice list was I.”

“Sure yes, that’s true. And I’m sure some people don’t think you’re that great of a person. But there are at least 4 people that do love you. Me, Ranboo, Phil, and Tubbo. Heard Tubbo and Ranboo have a child now. Michael.”

Tommy raised his eyebrows, “Okay? And? What does this have to do with me? I could not give less of a single shit. If this is your way of begging me to come home it’s not working. And it’s never going to work.”

Techno mumbled, “Selfish as always.” Incendium put a finger to his ear, giving Techno his full attention. “Sorry, what was that? I could have sworn you called me selfish.”

Techno grinded his teeth, “You heard correctly. You are selfish. Always thinking about yourself every damn time.” Theseus lightly chuckled, “Oh haha you’re- you’re,” Theseus’ cackles only grew, “you’re calling me selfish? Haha, I’m sorry it was such a crime for me to take a moment to think about my life.”

“Theseus you need to come home. The place is a wreck, we need you to come fix it.” He’s borderline begging at this point. How sad.

Tommy put his hands in his pockets, “Sorry bro that’s going to be a no from me. Now if you don’t mind I have to take a shower, pig.” Techno pushed Incendium up against the wall and grabbed him by the shirt. “What about this place is so much better than the SMP?”

“Really you wanna go down that list? Fine, be my guest. Number one, I’m finally treated with some respect. Number two, I can murder and do whatever the fuck I want with no repercussions. And finally number 3, there’s no bastards that try to use and manipulate me. The list is long but those are the main 3.”

“Now I think our chat has gone on longer than I wanted. I’m going, don’t try to stop me.” Techno let go of his shirt and watched him go to the showers. He seriously needs a moment of clarity. He’s about 2 seconds away from a mental breakdown.

Techno looked at his com.

“Phil, we have a fuckin problem.”

Chapter Text

Phil POV:

“Phil, we have a fuckin problem.”

Those were the last words he wanted to hear from his son. Could you blame him for being worried? He’s in an anarchy server.

“What kind of problem? Are you hurt? Did something happen? Are you okay? Prime Techno I’m sorry I shouldn’t hav-'' Techno interrupted, “Phil, dad, calm the hell down let me explain. I’m okay, I'm not hurt….mostly. But anyways that isn’t the problem.”

Mostly? MOSTLY? “Techno what the fuck do you mean by mostly? And if that’s not the problem then what is it?”

“Well uh, how do I say this? You might wanna sit down.” Phil could hear the anxiousness in his son’s voice. So he sat down. “Okay, I’m sitting now. Techno what is this all about?” Techno laughed nervously, “Well haha you know your son Tommy?”

What.

“Techno I think I would remember my dead son.”

Techno winced, “Right well yeah uhh as you know I’m in 2b2t.”

Phil grit his teeth and holds his com harder, “Techno you better start explaining. What does he have to do with this.”

“Tommy he…he’s alive.” Now we’re standing up again. “WHAT?! If this is some kind of joke because Techno this is NOT funny.” Phil’s feathers ruffled and his wings spread out in shock.

So Techno explained everything. Who Incendium is, the Pit, Overseer, the fight. Essentially everything that led up to him calling Phil saying there was a problem.

“And you’re 100% sure right? It doesn’t sound like our Tommy at all. There’s just no…no way that he’s alive.” Phil rubbed his clawed hand over his mouth, “He killed himself yeah? The tower. Remember?”

“But maybe he didn't, what if he just ran away? Phil, I promise you he’s alive. I just spoke with him. Kinda.”

‘Kinda’ that’s reassuring.

“Get it through your head Techno! Tommy is dead. There is nothing I can do about it and I am so sorry. And I wish I could take away your pain and your grief. But we need to move on. It's been 6 years. But it’s not him, it can't be.”

“We never found his body. Don’t you remember that?” He could tell his son was grasping at straws. But, he’s not wrong, they never did find him. “If you don’t believe me, come see for yourself.” Phil looked at his unpacked suitcase, “Fine.”

Techno sighed, “Thank you Dad. And when you get here like I said he’s not the same Tommy you remember.” Phil rolled his eyes, “Alright alright I’m coming.”

“Alright well bye bye.” Then he hung up the phone.

Even if Tommy is alive (which is a big if) in no possible world would Tommy have run to 2b2t. Techno had told scary stories about it at night and it always freaked him out. At least that’s what he thought.

And Tommy he’s always been…how do you put this? Difficult? He loved his sons deeply, but Tommy’s always been incapable of change. He’s always found some way to be loud. The only time he’s ever seen Tommy be quiet is at Kristin’s funeral.

The days afterward were particularly rough. Wilbur and Techno had locked themselves in their rooms. Only coming out for dinner. Tommy hadn’t spoken in days. He would wail at night and that was pretty much it. It had scared Phil more than he’d like to admit.

Phil re-packed his unused suitcase.

28 hours later Phil was back at the portal. He took a deep breath, “Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in,” he exhaled. “Breathe out.”

He can do this, he can do this. Totally not like he might see his presumed dead son.

He stepped in and teleported to the entrance. Following the same procedures Techno did. Phil scoured looking for Technoblade in the back room.

Fuck it he’s just going to ask Techno he’s been looking forever.

Brrringgg brrrringgg brrring 

Swear to fuck if Techno does not answer he’s gonna kill him.

Phil feels a split-second vibration in his hand and a notification.

Technoblade whispers to Ph1LzA: I’m at my hotel room

Ph1LzA whispers to Technoblade: k what room

Technoblade whispers to you: 342

You whisper to Technoblade: thx mate be there soon

Friggin finally.

Now all he has to do is sneak there as quietly as possible and break into his hotel room. Or ask for room 343. Asking for a room next door is most likely the safest and most logical option however that room might be taken and he’ll be put at like 127.

Whatever he’ll figure it out.

15 minutes later 

Ok well, his logical plan of choosing 343 spectacularly failed. And before you ask yes he did try the surroundings room. Even going as far as the floor with the 200’s.

Unfortunately that also didn’t work. Yes, he might’ve just taken the room he was given and be happy but nah. NAH.

Now he’s speed walking to Techno’s room after leaving the receptionist unconscious. Yes, he punched him in the face and yes he does not regret it.

Eventually, he got to 342 with no problems whatsoever.

And he’s greeted with the sight of a sleeping Techno. Just great.

Phil deadpans at his son’s sleeping figure. Does Techno not understand the stress his father is going through right now? “Techno wake up,” he hissed. Techno made some grunting noise.

Okay, plan B. He shook his body so aggressively God might be affronted. Unfortunately, the piglin is a heavy sleeper and could sleep through the apocalypse. Phil smacked his shit with no care in the world.

“Mm I’m up I’m up. Phil, what do you want?” He said half asleep. “Are you for real? Techno we’re supposed to be discussing Tommy right now. What are you doing asleep?”

Techno set up right, “Oh yeah I forgot about that.” Phil facepalmed, “Seriously? Whatever, can you get dressed so we can go talk to him? I have no idea where he is.”

He grumbled, “Yeah yeah I’ll get dressed. You go wait in the bathroom.”

Once again Phil loves all of his sons but that doesn’t stop him from calling Techno a dumbass.

After Techno got dressed they looked around the back rooms of the pit. Unfortunately Tommy or so he’s told could not be found.

Plan B, ask the jackass Overseer. “Hey dickwad, can you tell us where Tommy is? We can’t find him.” The Overseer looked at Phil with a puzzled expression. “Uhh Tommy? Who’s Tommy?”

Techno buts in, “He means Incendium. Can you tell us where he is?”

“He’s at his house with his brothers right now. Don’t think he wants to be bothered. Firebird’s protective like that.”

They both cringed. Phil knows it’s been 6 years but was he and Techno that replaceable? “Can uh you tell us where that is?”

“What do I get in exchange for that information?” he asked. Phil and Techno shrugged their shoulders. “If you come back and work for me I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” His mouth turned into a sly grin.

Techno looked down at his feet. “For how long?” he murmured. Phil’s eyes widened, “No! You can’t! There must be another way.”

“Sorry Phil,” he said, not sorry at all. “I mean until I say you can basically.”

Techno crossed his arms, “2 weeks.” The Overseer scoffed, “Really? 2 weeks? That’s funny. The least you can do is a month.”

“How about 3 weeks?” he negotiated. The Overseer shook Techno’s hand, “Deal.”

Phil glared at him, “So are we getting the address now?” He nodded, “He lives quite far away from here. It’s that little house on top of that mountain,” he pointed out the window.

Just great.

Why the fuck does he have to live so far away?

“The man likes his privacy I guess,” Overseer said.

Oh, he must’ve said that out loud.

Thankfully Phil is allowed to use his wings so that makes travel faster. In the DreamSMP he could get banned forever if he was caught. It was Dream’s looming threat he dangled above Phil’s head.

It’s part of the reason he and Techno moved to a desolate area in the Arctic. Limiting his wing use took a toll both on his physical and mental health. It sucked ass. That way he could fly freely without being reprimanded.

Well, they mainly moved so that way no one would find him and they could finally live peaceful lives in retirement.

Don’t mind Phil flying through the air at rapid speeds with Techno in his arms bridal style.

“PHIL PUT ME DOWN!”

For the scary warrior that he is, Techno is surprisingly afraid of heights.

He could practically feel the stares from the people on the ground. Phil would be pretty confused if some bird man was flying with a Piglin in his arms screaming.

“TECHNO THIS IS THE FASTEST WAY THERE STOP SQUIRMING OR ELSE I’M GOING TO DROP YOU!”

“PHIL PUT ME DOWN NOW! I WOULD RATHER WALK!” he screamed.

Phil sighed loudly, “I really didn’t wanna do this Techno. But you’ve given me no choice,” he smirked.

Oh….yeah…

“Hahaa Phil what do you mean by that?” Techno chuckled nervously. “PHIL WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?!”

Phil’s grip loosened ever so slightly, “Phil don’t you dare. Don’t you dare drop me!”

“Don’t worry I’ll catch you!” Hopefully

Before the piglin could respond he dropped him. And yes if you’re asking they are very high up.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

As he was falling Phil could hear the loud sound of screaming then it got fainter and fainter and fainter.

Now seems like a good time to dive and catch him before he y'know,

KER-SPLAT.

Phil’s wings were close to his back to withhold drag as he was flying. Then he would open his wings and flap like there was no tomorrow.

Maybe Phil should fly harder considering Techno was getting closer to the ground.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”

Then the screaming stopped, and Phil’s eyes widened. Hope-fucking-lly his son is still alive and he didn’t hit the ground.

Phil saw him still falling, and turns out they were higher than he thought. He swooped quickly and caught him. Thank Prime Phil didn’t have a freaking heart attack while flying.

He caught him and laid him on the rough sand. He nearly cried tears of joy when Phil felt a heartbeat. Looks like he passed out from the shock.

Phil tried shaking him awake. It didn’t work.

“Techno wake up, WAKE UP!” Okay plan B surely slapping with the force of god will wake up.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” Phil covered Techno’s mouth, “Shhhh we’re on the ground. I told you I’d catch you.”

He glared, “Phil, I am never flying in the air again.”

“Alright, fine. Plus we’re almost there anyways. And Techno that was on purpose but it could’ve been an accident if you kept squirming.”

“Alright, fine,” he mocked.

Two hours later they arrived at Incendium’s house. “This better be fucking it. If not, I will drop him and let that douchebag fall to the ground.”

He nodded, “Agreed.”

Phil knocked on the door a couple times. “You nervous?” Techno asked. “Of course I’m fucking nervous. I might come face-to-face with Tommy. What if…what if he hates me?”

“Don’t worry everything will be fine. I’ve got it under control.”

Incendium opened the door, “Who is it?” Phil could tell he had weapons on him. “How did you find this place?”

Instead of answering Phil looked in his eyes. He knows those bright blue eyes, sure they’re tinted with red but he knows those electric eyes.

Phil’s own eyes widened, “T-T-Tommy? Is tha-that you?”

Chapter Text

Phil POV:

Tommy growled, “Phil, Techno, what are you doing here?”

Instead of answering his question Phil ran straight to hug him. Instead of hugging back like he thought he would, Tommy grabbed Phil’s left arm and twisted it. “I’ll ask again since your puny brains can’t seem to understand. How. Did. You. Find. This. Place.”

“Overseer he- he told us.”

Tommy glared at the air, “That fuckin bastard. Whatever, I'll deal with him later. But now I have to deal with you.”

“What no hello? How are you? How’s life been? We deserve an explanation here,” Techno said, annoyed.

“First of all,” he chuckled, “I don’t owe you anything. And secondly, I don’t care for civilized conversations.” Tommy crosses his arms, “Now that I know how, I want to know why you’re here.”

Phil bored into his eyes, “If we explain you explain. It’s only fair, right?”

Tommy’s face went blank and he slammed the door in front of his face. Phil knocked quickly, “C’mon Tommy please I’m sorry. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.” Techno chimed in, “Yeah Theseus. Please just open the door.”

After a minute of silence, Phil mumbled to Techno. “Let’s go Techno, he’s not going to open the door. We can try again tomorrow,” he sighed.

Techno nodded, “Alright.”

“But we better not be flying Phil. I’d rather walk.” Phil rolled his eyes and hit Techno with his wing. “Hey! What was that for?”

“Ok I promise we will walk,” he lies. Techno’s shoulders fall in relief.

While Techno is distracted complaining over the fact that his potatoes will die because he’s not there to water them, Phil picks him up again.

“BETRAYAL! BY MY OWN FATHER.” The word betrayal has meaning behind it but for now, he’s joking around.

“Sorry not sorry son.”

And of course he starts screaming again and acting like a big baby. So obviously Phil threatened to drop him. That shut him right up.

God Phil’s such a good parent.

Other parents, take notes.

They arrived back at the hotel to discuss the plan. But once again Techno takes the opportunity to complain.

“But Phil...I need my beauty sleep. My 8 hours Phil, how am I going to be able to function tomorrow?” he whined. Phil rolled his eyes, “No Techno we’re discussing the plan now. We need to do something and figure out a way to bring Tommy back. Your beauty sleep can wait.”

Techno grumbled, “Fine whatever.”

Phil clapped his hands, “Now I thought about this on the way back. I have an idea that just might work.” Techno raised an eyebrow, “Go on.”

“I was thinking of using the discs. He was always ridiculously attached to them. I think it could work,” he proposed.

Techno pinched his eyebrows, “Phil I dunno. Tommy, he’s- he’s different than he used to be. How do we even know he still cares about them? Still cares about us.”

“Yeah I know Techno. You think I don’t know that? But it’s our only shot in the park. If that isn’t going to work then we’re screwed.”

“What’s something else he might be attached to? Something that he has always cared about since day one.” Phil paced around the room.

Techno’s eyes lit up, a light bulb in his head. “What if it’s not a something…but a someone.” They locked eyes, “TUBBO!”

“I mean surely right? A person is different from two objects. And they were best friends for years, years.”

So that’s their plan. Go home, tell Tubbo what’s going on then he’ll come here and talk some sense into Tommy. Then they’ll finally be a family again.

Mission solved.

He’d say the probability of success is about 76 percent. It’s not incredibly high but it’s better than zero.

Phil and Techno repacked their suitcases and headed towards the portal. Unfortunately, they ran straight in the direction of the Overseer.

“Hey guys how’s it going? Did you guys get told off?” he smirked.

Techno’s eyes narrowed, “I don’t see how that’s any of your business. But if you must know, we'll be leaving now.” He tried to brush past him but his shoulder was grabbed.

“Why the rush? You’ve only been here a couple of days.”

“Like he said it’s none of your business jackass,” Phil sneered. They both hurried past him not wanting to spend another minute with this man.

Phil felt the nauseous feeling of teleporting to Hypixel Skyblock. Heavy bags in tow they walked to the DreamSMP portal.

He could not wait to see the familiarity of the server. For once he’s happy to be returning. Most likely because of the standards he has between 2b2t and the Smp.

The cold crisp air touching his face and hands, the crunchy thick snow under his boots as he walks back to their cabin.

As they step inside the feeling of warmness replaces the cold as Techno lights the fireplace. “Ah good to be home. Don’t you agree?” The piglin nodded.

Sadly this happy feeling won’t last long.

“So I guess tomorrow we’ll meet up with Tubbo,” Techno sighed sadly.

“Do you think this is going to work? I’m scared Techno.”

“Hopefully it does. If it doesn’t, I’ll drag him out of there by his ear.”

Phil could hear Techno snoring loudly as he slept in the nest. In contrast, Phil was staring at their wooden ceiling imagining the scenarios that could happen.

Eventually, he lulled himself to sleep.

He didn’t dream.

The next morning, Techno made breakfast. He’s thankful for that seeing as Phil was exhausted from the past couple of days. Not just physically but emotionally as well.

Could you blame him?

Coming face to face with a son he thought was dead. So obviously he was over the moon to see him again. Yes their relationship is rocky but Phil still loved him.

The feelings on the other side didn’t seem to be reciprocated. Which hurt him more than he’d like to admit.

With nerves high, they ate their food in silence once again. Occasionally making a witty comment or talking about the plan.

Techno did his usual rounds of chores, one might say he was stalling. Reassured that his potatoes won’t die. If he was stalling, Phil didn’t point him out. He couldn’t blame him.

Techno on Carl and Phil on the other, they rode on horseback to Snowchester.

The crunching snow under the horse’s hooves means they are close to the mansion. Aka meaning they are close to Tubbo.

They parked the horses right outside the mansion. Phil knocked on the door 3 times. Then 4, then 5.

Annoyingly Tubbo has a habit of sleeping in late and not hearing the door. It’s not a big issue seeing as they don’t come often.

Eventually, he opened the door. His eyes crusted and bed head, a clear sign Phil woke him up.

“Phil, what do you want? You woke me up,” Tubbo said, annoyed.

“Can we come inside? It’s really important.” Tubbo opened the door more and let them inside. “So what’s going on that’s so important for you to wake me up?”

Phil picked at his claws, “You might want to sit down for this..” Tubbo sat on his brown couch. “Okay, now you’re worrying me. What’s going on?”

“I don’t know how to say this Tubbo, but..,” Techno interrupted Phil, “TOMMY’S ALIVE.”

Phil glared at him, “That’s not how I would’ve said it but yes Tommy is alive.”

Tubbo snorted, “Hah, funny joke Phil. Real funny.”

“It’s true Tubbo. I know it’s hard to believe but it’s true.” Tubbo stood up, “NO! He is dead! Get it through your fucking heads. He is gone and he is never coming back.”

“That’s what I thought too Tubbo. But Techno found him, I couldn’t believe it so I went. I went to 2b2t and guess what? He’s real. He’s alive and we need your help to get him back.”

“What‘s 2b2t? And what does that have to do with Tommy?” he questioned.

So Techno went on to explain what 2b2t is and how he found Tommy.

“You’re sure this is Tommy? It doesn’t sound like Tommy at all.”

Techno sighed, “Afraid it is. It’s a lot to take in, I know.”

“I can try. But me and him didn’t exactly leave on good speaking terms,” he shrugged his shoulders. The trio knows exactly what ‘speaking terms’ he’s referencing. Phil sighed with relief, “Thank you Tubbo.”

“I’d need to tell Ranboo what’s going on. I can’t just leave without a word. And is Ranboo coming? If so, I need time to find a babysitter for Michael.”

“They were friends in exile, yeah? I mean it could work,” Phil said. “It’s worth a shot.”

They heard footsteps coming down the stairs. “Tubbo, who're you talking to?” Ranboo yawned.

“Hulllooo,” Techno said classically. Phil waved, “Hey Ranboo.”

Ranboo’s eyes landed from Tubbo, to Phil, then Techno, and back to Tubbo again. “Not to be rude, but why are you guys here? And why so early in the morning?”

Tubbo looked at his husband, “Tommy…he’s alive Ranboo. And they want our help to get him back.”

“Uh, what? You guys are kidding, right? We held a funeral.”

Tubbo shut his eyes, “They’re not kidding, Tommy’s alive and living in 2b2t. At least that’s what they say.” Ranboo muttered, “Man. I haven’t heard about that server in a while.”

The piglin raised an eyebrow, “You know what 2b2t is? Not complaining though, I don’t want to explain it again.”

“Yeah, I know what it is. But what I don’t know is why Tommy would choose to go there.” Techno groaned loudly, “Seriously? I have to explain for the billionth time.” Phil smacked the back of his head, “Ow! What was that for?” The elytrian glared again.

Techno rolled his eyes, “Fine.” So yet again Techno explained everything he knew. “We don’t exactly know why and how he got there in the first place. I mean he said a few things but didn’t go entirely into detail.”

Tubbo frowned and rubbed his eyes, “We can find out more later. Right now I want to go back to bed and figure things out later. Like I said since Ranboo’s going we need to find someone to watch Michael.”

“We could ask Puffy. She’s good with kids and has met him before,” Ranboo chimes in. Tubbo nodded.

“I guess we’ll be off now, text me when you’ve woken up naturally. Please don’t sleep in too late, it’s a long trek to get there and I don’t want to leave past 5pm.”

“I wake up earlier than him so if Tubbo isn’t up in time, I’ll wake him,” Ranboo proposed.

“That’s fine. As long as you guys are ready to go before 3 or 4 pm. I don’t care. And make sure you guys pack for a couple of days.”

On their way out Phil asked, “One last favor, can you tell the little squirt me and Techno said hi?” The ram smiled, “Yeah of course.”

“Today will be interesting. I mean what if it doesn’t work Phil? Will we never get to see him again?”

Phil sighed sadly, “I don’t know Techno. We can only have faith that things will work out.”

“Prime I hope so, I can’t go another six years without seeing him again. There’s so much I need to make up for.”

“We both need to make up for,” Phil added.

Chapter Text

Tubbo POV:

When Techno and Phil came to his house at the crack of dawn what he was not expecting was to be informed that his best mate Tommy, was alive. Of course, he was in disbelief, I mean how could he not?

It still feels like it’s been one long nightmare. A cruel elaborate yet simple trick.

After they left he knew he wasn’t getting any sleep. Tubbo could only stare at the bedroom ceiling for so long. And by the looks of it, Ranboo couldn’t either.

So instead, the two husbands made themselves a nutritious breakfast.

Frosted flakes.

Quite frankly one of the best cereals out there. As well as Captain Crunch.

People who say cookie crunch is delicious are psychopaths. It tastes like styrofoam and they always taste stale even if you just bought it.

It’s a red flag.

Anyways, back to the matter at hand. Tommy.

Ranboo nudged his shoulder, “Hey so I was thinking we text Puffy now to see if she can watch Michael till we get back. What do you think?”

Tubbo nodded and whipped out his communicator.

You whisper to Captain Puffy: hey puffy are yuu busy for the next couple of dasys

Captain Puffy whispers to you: Yeah I’m free. Why do you ask?

You whisper to Captain Puffy: me and ranboob are going on a trip somewhere and it’s too dangerous to bring michael

Captain Puffy whispers to you: Okay, I’ll come round in a couple minutes.

You whisper to Captain Puffy: thx

Tubbo puts his com back inside his pocket. “She said she’ll come around in a couple minutes.” Ranboo nodded, “Alright.”

The ram looks at Ranboo, “Do you think he could really be alive? It’s hard to believe.”

He sighed, “I don’t fully get it either. If he’s truly alive then why didn’t he come back? But I don’t think Phil and Techno are lying.”

Tubbo ran his fingers through his hair. “Can a person change that much?”

“It’s been six years Tubbo, people are designed to change. No matter how big or how small.”

Eventually, Puffy came and planned to babysit Michael. They would be gone for possibly a couple of days then Ranboo and Tubbo would return.

The two husbands marched their way to Phil and Techno’s house. Tubbo groaned, “We have to walk all the way here and then all the way to the portal.”

The loud crunching snow under their feet signaled they were almost there. “God it’s colder out here than it is in Snowchester,” Tubbo complained once again.

Fast forward in time and they spot a log cabin off in the distance. Ranboo came to an epiphany. “Wait a minute. I can just teleport us there.”

Tubbo deadpanned, “Are you serious? We could’ve been here like 2 hours ago.” Ranboo had the decency to look a little sheepish. He grabbed Tubbo and teleported them to Techno and Phil’s cabin.

Ranboo could feel the wood from his knocking before Phil opened the door. “Hey Phil! We’re all ready to go.”

“Alright let me go get Techno.”

Techno comes out in full armor with his sword and axe in hand. Tubbo raises his eyebrows, “Really? All this for Tommy? Seems a bit excessive.” The piglin gives him a look, “Trust me I know but it’s necessary.”

Tubbo feels like he’s walking alone in his thoughts. His brain is full of ideas and worrying thoughts that are bouncing around his skull. He can't help but keep worrying about what the future has in store for them.

Soon enough it felt like Tubbo closed his eyes and they teleported to the Hypixel portal. He felt the nauseating pressure in his stomach as they server hopped.

His eyes spanned across the environment, he’d never seen so many people at once. The DreamSMP was big but it did not compare to Hypixel Skyblock.

Tubbo mindlessly followed Phil and Techno as they walked in the direction of 2b2t. None of them dared to spew a few jokes along the way. This was serious.

The portal to hell was covered in warning signs and he safely assumed that this was not going to be a fun trip. He’s never had to sign a waiver going into a server before. It felt unsettling how long the paper was.

They all stepped through and he entered the arena. 

Tubbo has arrived in Hell.