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Tommy’s entire life had been in the shadow of a man he doesn’t know.
He knows he had an older brother, but it’s not like he remembers.
Technoblade disappeared at 5 years old. Tommy wasn’t even born yet.
And still, he lives in Technoblade’s shadow.
He doesn’t know much about his older brother, about how he would be “so disappointed” if he saw Tommy’s poor conduct.
Tommy doesn’t think that a dead five-year-old would care very much.
Tommy’s judgement has never mattered much anyways. If it did then he wouldn’t be here.
“Getting revenge,” is what his advisors called it.
“Go kill that evil sorcerer for what he did to your brother,” they told him.
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The woods leading up to this supposed sorcerer we’re.. okay. Tommy has never been an outside person but he can respect the lovely bushes and trees he winds through.
He screamed as a squirrel moved above him, armour clinking loudly as he ducked to the ground.
“Fuck man, you nearly scared me,”
The squirrel did not care. It is a squirrel.
Tommy tried his best to be as calm as possible. All-in-all it’s a simple mission. Find the sorcerer, in his big-ass tower, kill him, go home.
Really it’s simple. It’s so, so simple.
A crow swooped down and landed on his shoulder. Tommy screamed again.
“What the fuck is with the animals here? Prime you’re all assholes,”
For some reason, Tommy felt like he had upset the thing, it’s beady eyes seeming almost hurt.
Weird. Tommy must be stressed, even though it’s really not that big of a deal. A lovely walk through the woods, to kill a probably innocent man, then go home!
Not that bad. Average day for the likes of Crown prince Thomas Prime. He was chosen for this quest because he’s brave, because he can do it.
As the sky fell Tommy began to set up camp, getting caught in the tent a normal amount of times and swearing loudly only 2 or 3 times. Overall a success.
A deer stepped into the clearing where he had set up, and Tommy definitely did not squeal. He didn’t. He would never scream at a deer.
Sighing softly, Tommy lay down in his tent and tried to sleep. He misses the luxuries of the palace.
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Waking slowly, Tommy groaned. Back aching and eyes nearly sealed shut with sleep he rolled out of his sleeping bag and directly into the wall of his tent. Embarrassing.
He stood shakily, his clearing covered in dew from the chill in the air.
The deer lay down in the centre of the clearing, a crow stood on it’s head, cawing softly.
Something was wrong.
Awfully, cosmically wrong.
But, Tommy has no choice but to carry on. He has a mission, a man to kill.
A brother to avenge.
Is it even worth it? He never knew the little boy that was spoken so fondly of.
Whatever. Whatever! Now isn’t the time for a moral crisis. It is the time for breakfast. If only Tommy hadn’t stress-eaten all of his rations while setting up his tent.
Not his fault. The tent was being a dick.
However, he is left without food, which is rather unfortunate.
Pretty sure he saw some berry bushes just beyond the clearing’s edge Tommy valiantly pushed through his nerves, holding a bag he had made from a shirt.
It was not a good bag. Not even slightly.
Cursing as he picked up the berries spilling from where his knot had come loose, Tommy came across something.. odd.
It looked like a shed, or maybe an outhouse. Shrek-style.
Tommy thought maybe it would be best to snoop, before laughing to himself.
There isn’t even anyone there, what does it matter if he takes a little peek?
Turns out, it doesn’t matter. The shed-outhouse thing was entirely
empty, aside from a single, very angry crow, and some cobwebs.
“Oh shit, sorry man,” Tommy said hurriedly, before realising that was stupid and the crow doesn’t understand English.
Probably. He’s not a crow expert.
Walking away from the shed, Tommy decided that maybe eating a piece of his tent wouldn’t be so bad. He doesn’t know how to hunt and cannot be assed to try and forage more.
The crow cawed at him, now sitting on the roof of it’s shed.
“What? You gonna show me where I can get something to eat? Yeah, I didn’t think so. Dumb bird,”
The crow seemed.. incredibly pissed.
“Jesus man sorry, don’t make that face at me.”
The crow rolled it’s eyes and took off. For some fucking reason, Tommy decided to follow.
It’s a miracle he hasn’t been murdered yet.
Stepping into a new clearing Tommy was taken aback by a tower standing high above the trees. How did he not notice this before?
The tower is gorgeous, stone walls covered in vines, flowers and bushes planted around the base of the building. Tommy would quite like to live there, sucks that his goal is to kill the guy who lives there.
Fuck’s sake. He mustn’t have been looking properly. His advisors will be so mad.
Oh well. They’re all losers. So it doesn't matter.
The door was locked, obviously; so Tommy did the mature thing and whacked it with his sword until it broke off it’s hinges.
It worked a lot better than he expected, but Tommy’s not complaining.
He was met with an axe thrown into the wall by his head.
“What are you doing here?”
The voice was stern, angry. There was a threat concealed beneath the question.
Tommy froze, unable to think beyond the urge to crack a dumb joke.
“U-uhh.. y’know.. ha.. ha… I think there was a misunderstanding, do you want your axe back? It’s a lovely axe. I wouldn’t want it to get damaged!”
He tried to make eye contact with the figure shrouded in darkness, but he failed.
They wore a fully black suit of heavy looking armour, standing at the base of the stairs leading upwards to.. somewhere. Tommy’s not sure. Nor does he care.
With an intense feeling of being judged burning into his skull Tommy spun around and began digging in his satchel.
There’s probably a better weapon in there. Probably.
He dug through his belongings and cursed more and more as he grew embarrassed.
“You could also just.. leave? I don’t want to fight you.”
Tommy wanted to call the armoured person a loser, tell them wearing a full suit of armour in this day and age is incredibly cringe.
Thankfully he bit his tongue, remembering exactly what he had thrown over his pyjamas. It was a stupid choice to hot change out of them first but he was very tired, not to mention the lack of trust he has in all of the freaky animals living in these woods.
He didn’t expect to be in a fight, it isn't even.. 2pm yet. Sword fights are always best at dusk. The aesthetic is on point.
The person coughed into their hand, bringing Tommy back to reality.
They didn’t speak, but he could still feel the judgement. He could basically visualise the ellipsis and question mark.
“Give me a minute oh my Prime man, I’m still waking up here”
The knight sighed, slumping slightly against the handrail on the stairs behind them.
Finally, Tommy grasped a folded crossbow out of his satchel, loading it with a bolt in one (surprisingly fluid) motion.
Tommy smiled widely as he pointed the crossbow at the knight’s chest.
But.. this person isn’t who he was after. He doesn’t want to kill an innocent person. They might not even know what the dreaded evil witch had done!
Adjusting his aim slightly he found the bow now pointed at a chandelier. A very nice looking chandelier, probably pretty heavy by the looks of it.
Tommy smiled widely, watching as the knight grabbed another axe, one not currently stuck in a door,
He released the bolt, watching as the rope holding the chandelier up snapped and it came crashing down onto the knight.
He tried not to think about it, about how he could have injured them. He nearly threw up.
Tommy proceeded up the stairs anyways.
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Technoblade was never really a fan of his birthday.
He was never loved by his birth parents.
Why would he celebrate the day he ruined their lives?
They abandoned him. They left him to die.
He lays in his bed unmoving, listening to Phil move around their home.
Techno knows he doesn’t need to put himself in harm’s way to defend his home, though when he heard the front door breaking down and someone coming into the tower very loudly he sat up and began suiting up into his armour.
Kristin had helped him find the rest of the set his armour legs belonged to after a few months of resting and recovering.
Making his way slowly down the stairs he saw a golden-haired young man shakily holding a sword, wearing white and golden armour far too loose on him.
The next 15 minutes were a blur of confusion and annoyance, watching as this man fumbled and tried desperately to joke his way out of the scenario.
Techno doesn’t want to hurt him, he’s not a soulless monster.
Yet as the chandelier he had carefully helped Phil make the year before crashed down onto him terror flooded his every thought, and he froze entirely.
It’s like he can still hear the screaming, the people chanting for his death, those celebrating the end of the foul wizard’s apprentice.
Techno’s body was frozen as he lay there, trapped.
He could hear a commotion upstairs, a crash and two people yelling. One of them was Phil, and the armoured boy from before.
Techno can’t move.
His mind is racing, his back aches.
Everything aches.
Techno is nauseous.
He doesn’t know how long it’s been, but it hurts.
Eventually he heard someone curse and felt the chandelier slowly shifting from on top of him.
“Techno? Shit- Techno, hey. Can you hear me, mate?”
Techno grunted in response, his body aching and his mind filled with screams.
He hears how he was sentenced to death as Phil drags the shattered chandelier off of him.
He hears his father repeating comforting words and promising it will be okay.
Techno can’t force himself to respond. His jaw feels stuck in place.
He sat up once he was freed, Phil
crouching in front of him.
“Are you alright?”
Techno stayed silent, he can’t force his mouth to work.
“That’s okay.. that's okay. Do you need help standing?”
Nodding near-imperceptibly, he held out his hands and shakily stood, knowing his dad can take his weight.
Phil opened his mouth to speak again, but he was cut off by a crash from upstairs and a triumphant laugh.
They both sighed, knowing deep down that a certain under-qualified knight had not left the tower as they had assumed.
Techno is so exhausted. He’s worn the armour for too long, he can feel the burning in his legs, at this point he’s risking burns.
Despite his refusal of help, Phil made sure he took off the armour and laid down to rest.
Closing his eyes to nap, Techno ignored the sounds of arguing downstairs. His pajamas are so comfortable, and his bed is soft. They can deal with it themselves, he’s done his knight duties for the month.
Some Inigo Montoya wannabe can’t mess him up that badly. He’s perfectly used to the nightmares he knows will be coming.