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Techno led Tommy into a separate room, dismissing Wilbur's questioning glance. The only thing on his mind was Tommy.
"Sooo, How- How are you?" Tommy nervously picked at his fingernails, attempting to remain oblivious to the rising tension.
"How did you do that?"
...
"How are you?" Tommy stubbornly insisted. Maybe if he tried hard enough, he could get Techno to drop the subject. It was too early in the morning to have this kind of conversation.
What are you talking about?
It's literally 9 pm
It's midnight where I'm from
7:00
8:00
11:00
Chat, don't spam your time zones
Stop spamming
14:00
2:00
"I know for a fact you have positively zero way of knowing how to deal with situations like... that one. How did you do it?"
"How are you?" The blonde demanded loudly, ignoring the way the pinkette's eyebrows twitched.
"Stop evading my questions, Tommy. You-"
"YOU ARE A BITCH." The blonde suddenly interrupted.
"Wha- Huh?"
"We don't talk to bitches." Tommy crossed his arms and looked away, flicking his hair to the side. "Fuck you."
"You're actually- You sound so suspicious. What did you do? who's we?" Techno looked concerned, mild panic rushed through his veins. "Did you kill someone? Sacrifice a child? Offer an organ? Do you need help hiding the body? What did you do?!"
"Excuse me, what?"
"What did you do?" Techno gripped Tommy's shoulders tightly, forcing the boy to meet his gaze. Startled, the boy tried to wiggle himself out of his friend's tightening hold.
"You're acting weird, king. All we- I did was throw stuff at you."
"You're lying to me. What are you hiding?"
NAWWW
Can we leave?
It's passed my bedtime
10 bucks we get stabbed
I'm not enjoying this
THAT'S OUR CUE TO LEAVE
MAKE AN EXCUSE
"We never lie. Being truthful is one of our key personality traits. Frankly, We are quite shocked that you would so much as even hint to the notion that we would have the capability or even the capacity of considering to do such a deceitful thing."
The Piglin only reciprocated his statement with a blank stare that could pierce through the eyes of many.
You're so dumb
We're screwed
Techno released the boy from his grip and slowly pulled out a corkboard from his inventory.
"What are you doing?"
The Piglin ignores the blonde's question in favour of pinning and unpinning random notes to the board. After a while of dead silence, Tommy awkwardly took that as his cue to leave.
"I'm- I'm just gonna go."
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"It's all coming together." Techno fiddled with the red thread strung around the pins. "I'm finally starting to see the bigger picture."
Technoblade was so close to figuring out Tommy's secret that he could almost taste it. He still had a long way to go, but at least things were starting to look somewhat connected.
"What bigger picture? What are you scheming?" A voice called from the doorway.
"Ah, Wilbur. That was convenient timing." The Pigling slowly looked up from his work and beckoned the brunette to come closer.
"Convenient timing?" Wilbur urged as he made his way towards the man.
"Follow me," Techno said ominously, walking down the hallway towards the door of another room. He paused, for a moment, allowing his hand to rest on the Doorknob. Anticipation crept through Wilbur's nerves.
"What's the hold-up?" Wilbur questioned, his voice echoing his restlessness.
"Now, Wilbur," Techno's monotone voice droned, "I don't want to alarm you but have you ever heard of extraterrestrials?"
He turned the doorknob, slowly creaking the door open.
"What the fuck is this?"
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Wilbur silently trailed around the room, taking in every detail. The dim flicker of the two twin lanterns cast a shadow above both men. The walls were lined with parchment paper drowning in feverish writing. Strings of all colours were draped across the walls, twisting and turning to connect the miscellaneous sheets of parchment. Forgotten scraps of notebook pages and snapped pens were brushed aside to the darkest corner in a frantic attempt to keep the space somewhat neat.
Whatever the information on the walls contained, it only took Wilbur a few glances to recognise the signs of a lunatic-induced obsession.
"Techno, what is this?" Wilbur was at a loss for words as he traced his fingers along the indents of Tommy's name that appeared across one of the many notes.
"This is the fruits of my labour."
"You call stalking our younger brother 'The fruits of your labour'?"
Techno put his hands up defensively, "No need to get snappy. You and I both know something up with him."
"So that's how you justify this?" Wilbur waved his hand across the room, exaggeratedly. "I know that he's hiding something but that doesn't make it right to stalk him."
"I never... technically said I was justifying my behaviour. I'm doing all of this out of concern."
"Concern my ass. Can't you see that whatever energy you're wasting on this stupid pet project is better spent doing something productive?" Wilbur venomously spits out.
"Wil, this is productive. I'm gathering data." The piglin rolled his eyes,
uncaring of his brother's opinion.
"On a teenager." The brunettes eye's narrowed.
"Yes, on a teenager."
"Do you not realise how insane you're acting? Why can't you be normal for like 10 seconds?"
"try acting normal after watching the kid fling himself off a cliff, willingly."
Wilbur flinched.
"What?" He speaks, low and hesitant.
"You heard me."
"Why didn't you mention this before?"
"It..." The Piglin glances to the side nervously, "Wasn't particularly relevant at the time?"
"Are you kidding me?" Wilbur shoved his face into his palm, sighing deeply.
"Look, I didn't tell you because I knew you would make it worse."
"How? By stalking him?" Wilbur mocked, turning back towards the strung-up paper. "You know what? Whatever, I'm done arguing with you. What do you even have written on these?" The older twin took a closer look at what the notes contained. His eye's Widened in realisation, mouth agape. "You think Tommy is possessed by multiple angry, ancient spirits who are hell-bent on 'purifying' this 'unclean' world? And that, they are in league with the spiders to achieve absolute, archaic peace?"
"This is a very logical and calculated-"
"Please stop talking."
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