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If you asked a citizen of L'manberg what Technoblade would be feeling at this moment they would say something along the lines of victorious, gleeful, or sadistic joy. What else would a traitor feel after they helped to destroy their beloved nation? A nation they fought so hard for with their beloved founding father. A nation that cried when he got thrown out. How could a brother, a twin brother non-te-less help outside forces destroy that nation?

(ignoring the fact that they were completely aphetic to their founding father when he fell from power, when he fell from grace. Ignoring the fact that their ignorance of Pres. Jschlatt's bad tendencies and unwillingness to look closer to what was happening to let Manburg become more restricted, more locked up than it ever was with the walls.)

Would you ask Fundy about what his uncle would feel, he will look at you disgusted. He would tell you something among the lines that someone like that, someone so bloodthirsty is not his family and he would not be associated with a monster. Then he would tell you to hurry along because he was an important person with an important job to do.

(ignoring the fact that he didn't know what his job meant, not really at least but it's not like he could ask for help. After all, he had to fight for every little bit of respect that he had these days. Ignoring the fact that he didn't want to even think of his uncle lest he also starts to think about his dad, his dad that gave up so much for him only to neglect him. Ignoring the fact that his dad had a war to think off while also having a rapidly ageing son to think about.)

If you asked Tommy what Techno was going through, he would answer with something among the lines of victorious and but I hope he knows he will get what he paid for. There were tears in the boy's eyes when he would say it.

(ignoring the fact that he cries himself to sleep hugging a picture of Wilbur and him with Techno in the background. Ignoring the fact that while Wilbur was the one who took care of him for a large part of his life Techno was the one who thought him how to fight. Ignoring the fact that when Wilbur disappeared for a year the lonely twin was the one to comfort and take care of him even when Techno himself could barely get out of bed.)

Philza on the other hand would tell you that Techno might be slightly distraught but he will see reason soon. After all, it wasn't as if what happened was unprovoked. He may have loved his son but some things are unforgivable Afterall. Like blowing up a nation.

(ignoring the fact that he loved his children a lot but he was not home a lot that even if it happened unknowingly that is still neglect. Ignoring the fact that he praised one twin for prioritizing himself he would punish the other twin for not taking care of his little brother enough. Ignoring the fact that he congratulated Techno for mass murder but killed Wilbur for blowing up a nation even when it didn't injure anyone in the progress.)

In reality, Technoblade is numb.

Just numb.

How does one feel when they have felt their other half being ripped away only a few hours ago?

How does one feel when they see someone they trusted and love (not loved.. No.... No matter what Phil would do Techno can't bring himself to hate the man) kill their twin.

Every time he took a moment to breathe, he felt the sharp pain where their twin bond should be. Every single time he closed his eyes for even the briefest moment he saw the sword Phil used on his Twin... the bloody sword that he saw being pulled out of the lifeless body of Wilbur.

Looking at the sky he remembered his brother's eyes connecting with his for one last time. When red eyes met their twin's identical red ones, thousand upon thousand of things were left unsaid before Wilbur's eyes started closing to never open again.

He knew what he needed to do.

Techno knew nobody else would do it and they most definitely would not have his back. It was painfully clear that he could only trust one person.

Himself.

By the Skygods he hated that thought. He hated the fact he could only turn to himself. That he couldn't trust anyone anymore, not truly at least. He hated that he reached out to feel the familiar reassurance through the bond only to feel the painfully shattered remains of the bond that was once strong enough to resist the Sky Gods themselves. Strong enough that even when Wilbur was nothing but a toy for the gods they could still feel each other. Faint that's true, but he always knew Wil was alive somewhere. Something that got them both through that horrible year.

His chest became tight when thinking about that year, that horrible year full of desperation to get his twin back. With eyes burning he looked back to the sky where they had dropped to look at the floor.

He didn't want to be alone anymore. Especially not like this. Techno might thrive being alone on his island far away from anyone else so he could be alone while Techno was going to another type of warfare one where he for once didn't have to fight but to farm.

But to be alone like this? To have a growing void in his chest, in his heart?

Something wet started to go down his face. How could d-Phil do this? How could their fath- how could Phil be completely accepting about it when he is the one that went into a Piglin-rage and goes on a murder spree but killed Wilbur the moment he started to come down from his rage. One of his twin's first (and his last) proper Piglin-rages?

His hand went up to wipe the wetness away. How could Phil do that to his twin? How could he kill him? Techno knew that Wilbur asked for it but that was no excuse in his books, after all, Phil helped him when he came down from a Rage when he was younger. So why did Phil... how could Philza do that? His mind started running in circles it didn’t seem to be able to get out of. Because how could their main caretaker throughout their lives just murder his son like that?

Techno knew he had to help his brother out the moment he felt his Twins Piglin-blood calling out for an act of bloody retribution. The moment pure betrayal, pain, and hatred he had seldom felt from Will coming through the bond. The moment he felt proper bloodlust go through the bond he knew he had to have his twins back.

When he had felt his own Piglin-blood rise up to the challenge. To challenge whoever made his twin go through emotions like that.

That was the moment he knew he had to drop everything and join his side, where ever that side might have taken him. Just like Wilbur had done so many times in the past for him, it was now his turn to drop whatever he could and just go to his twin.

Thankfully the Blade had never been the one to refuse any challenge to eliminate in the name of his family. Especially not if his twin was the one that gave him the challenge. When Wilbur's normal ice-cold anger made a place for a fiery rage. Something that had happened on only two earlier occasions, nether who had pretty outcomes... Well not for those that went against his twin at least.

It wasn't until later when he arrived at Pogtopia that he learned that Wilbur was exiled out of the country he founded. The country he and Tommy sacrificed so much for. Something Wilbur filed down his tusks for, had hidden away his bright red eyes for, had changed his hair color in a more permanent way for. Hell, he had lost one of his lives for that ungrateful country.

The pink-haired man won’t refute the fact that he joined their broth for the bloodshed, for the chaos, or battle because he did. But his main reason was for his twin, for his hurting little brother.

Techo pushed himself to his feet, he had to get moving if he wanted to collect Wilbur's guitar and maybe some of the other items before dawn.

A sudden thought shot through his head. He felt like a moron for not thinking about it before.

Where was Wilbur's body?

Philza would at least ping him if they were to bury his twin right? Even if it was just to let him know where Wil's body would be.

Uncertainty shot through him and dread started to crawl up his spine.

His breath started to pick up in speed.

In the name of the Blood God, what had those horrid children done to his twin brother's body? Had they even moved the body? Had they even took a moment to treat it? To give his soul a resting place? What was the reason nobody of his family had pinged him to know where his twin’s body was?

Techno's feet started to move in the direction where the crater of L'manburg was located, without him even noticing, and before he even registered what he was doing he started to sprint as fast as he could.

The only comfort he had at this point is that Tommy and Philza wouldn't let them do anything too horrible to his twin brother's body. Even if they hated Wilbur enough, they wouldn't dare to disrespect his lifeless body.

Right?

But that only made his anger worse as the suspicions grew worse and worse.

His breathing became so labored that he had to stop. His hand came up to wipe away the dampness that made its home on his face. Was the world always this blurry?

A sob tore through his chest making him stumble and fall to his knees. Reality crashed into him.

He was alone and if he didn’t act he would stay alone forever.

From where he was standing he could hear a festive mood carrying through the wind. Dark anger boiled in his gut, How dare they...... How fucking dare they to cheer when HIS LITTLE brother had been killed. For what? A fucking Piglin-rage? Like they didn't see it coming?

Wilbur was the twin of the Blood God for fucks sake. How did they think he would react when everything that he fought for was being taken away from him?

A dilemma went through his head and he knew he only had a limited time to get everything done and after a moment of replanning what he was going to do, he jumped into the water and got his trident ready. He began the trip away from where he was to his not-so-secret base. The timing was everything from now on. Everything.

Techno was sneaking into L'manberg, he could hear the cheering from beyond the crater down on the docs, but he didn't see or hear anyone near him which calmed down his heart a little bit.

Thoughts ran through his mind, where should he even start looking? They could have moved his body to anywhere in the few hours he was away

With a deep breath, he organized his thoughts and focused on all the different smells.

after a moment a frustrated huff left his nose, there were too many

on he started to walk to where he had looked Wilbur in the eye for the last time. As difficult as it would be for him, to see the place where his little brother died, the sent would be the strongest there.

He climbed up to the open wall, to the place where Will was being cut down not even 4 hours prior. As he climbed into where the stage was torn apart, tears sprang into his eyes.

God.

No.

Please.

PLEASE, don't tell me......

Something inside of Techno snapped at the realization that they left HIS brother, His beloved twin who was annoying as fuck but always knew how and when to be there for him, for the fucking crows.

HOW DARE THEY. Red was flashing through his eyes and a fire lid up in his chest.

Techno felt his tusks start to grow and his instincts becoming sharper. They didn't even have the most basic of human decency give him a proper resting place.

Humans... They never fail to disappoint.

Flashes of his soon-to-be revenge we're starting to go through his eyes. The fire was spreading through his veins from his heart, from the place his broken, to the rest of his body.

But the overwhelmingly strong smell of his twin's blood was what forcefully snapped him out of his blood rage.

His hand went up to his face to hold back a sob while falling to his knees. "oh Wild, what have they done to you." He caressed the cold cheek of his younger twin brother.

Technoblade got the brunt of the Piglin genes which clearly made him the older twin... he opened his mouth out of habit before slamming it shut. The bond pulsed trying to find its other end.

"Maybe you were right little brother" were the words that were being whispered "Maybe it doesn't matter anymore who is older. After all, who cares which twin is older is one is a fucking corpse"

But maybe.... a sudden insane idea..... An idea should most decently be impossible and it absolutely shouldn't work.

An idea that could potentially kill him.

If it all goes the way he expects? Then it probably should.

But honestly? What is life without a little bit of danger? Without toying with your own life a little. To live to be only half of a whole? Or to take the risk, to risk it all to be whole once more.

He looked at Wilbur's face, he felt the coldness that only a dead body could have in his arms even though his cloak.

After all, what is a life without his twin by his side? To be on the other side of this shattered connection.