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Finally!! I've had writers block for the past few weeks sorry, but anyway! Here it is!

Technoblade:
The Anarchist. The Blood God. Those are the names Technoblade went by amongst the whispers of the server. He was feared by almost everyone, except Dream, of course. His one aim in life was to abolish all governments of men, and then to live a peaceful life afterwards. He lived well away from everyone, over in the snowy part of the server, where he and his polar bear Steve lived quietly. Until he received a note from someone, calling his urgency immediately.
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For once, Techno was mostly relaxed, of course paying attention to his surroundings but he was never relaxed. He was always on guard just in case something were to jump out of the misty shadows of the snowy biome. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and breathed out. He was finally at peace. Until now.

Beep beep! New message! From Tubbo:
Need you at L’manburg ASAP.
Out of all the times, I actually need you to help.
It’s Tommy.

Techno turned to look into the bursting flames of his fireplace, pondering if he should go against his own will, his own thriving philosophy of anarchy, only to help a president against a child. However, Tommy had never been a threat to L’Manburg, hell, he couldn’t even hold a sword, even after teaching him all those many years ago in Pogtopia. So, why now could he be a problem to them?
Technoblade please. He’s been in exile for like 4 years, he’s gotten bad. I’ll explain everything when you get here
So, he’s gone insane because he was exiled by his best friend. ‘Bruh.’ he mumbled to himself as he was getting himself equipped. Techno thought even after Tommy had betrayed him, he could still keep his friendship, but no. He couldn’t even do that. After fighting with the many, many voices in his head, he finally came to the decision to go. He wasn’t there to help, but out of pure curiosity.
‘Could Tommy really be that bad?’ He chuckled to himself, opening the door. ‘Of course not. He’s only a kid.’ He shut the door and left.
He should have never left, he could have been safe from all of this.
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‘Finally, it took you long enough.’ Tubbo exclaimed, pulling his hand out to shake his.
‘Excuse you, be grateful I actually came.’ Techno merely looked at Tubbo’s hand out, then to his face. ‘Damn, no need for that. Where is he then? And how the hell did he end up digging his own grave for exile?’
‘Walk with me?’ Tubbo asked softly, as the blood god nodded his head.
As the president began, Techno looked around at the old country. It was definitely different from when he was there before, not as blown up, of course, even though he preferred it that way. The buildings had started to decay after so many wars it had faced, while the decks they stepped on seemed new and fresh. The podium wasn’t there anymore, but it didn’t matter since that memory was engraved in his head.
‘That’s kind of it until now.’ He finished, stopping to look the man in the eyes. ‘Technoblade, can you help? Please, I know you’re not meant to help, but I’ll be in your debt. An IOU kind of.’
‘Fine. I-’ Before he could finish, he was met with the vexing child.
‘Technoblade! Surprised to see you here, how have you been, old friend?’ Tommy jumped out of his socks and raced over, pushing Tubbo out of the way.
‘I’ve been better.’ He responded confidently. Tubbo was right. He was definitely different. His new mask, his clothes, and attitude. It wreaked of Dream, and it was disgusting. ‘New you, I see.’
‘Yeah! Do you like it? Only from the best. We need to have a little chat though, about the old times, and now.’ Tommy went from extravagant to mysterious. ‘How about.. On that hill?’
He pointed to the hill that only a few years ago, was the event of a father killing his son.
‘Sure, Tommy, sure.’ Techno replied slyly. He looked back at Tubbo, who had only just gotten up. The president mouthed him words that showed him that things had actually changed.
Goodluck.

Description
Finally!! I've had writers block for the past few weeks sorry, but anyway! Here it is!

Technoblade:
The Anarchist. The Blood God. Those are the names Technoblade went by amongst the whispers of the server. He was feared by almost everyone, except Dream, of course. His one aim in life was to abolish all governments of men, and then to live a peaceful life afterwards. He lived well away from everyone, over in the snowy part of the server, where he and his polar bear Steve lived quietly. Until he received a note from someone, calling his urgency immediately.
—--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
For once, Techno was mostly relaxed, of course paying attention to his surroundings but he was never relaxed. He was always on guard just in case something were to jump out of the misty shadows of the snowy biome. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and breathed out. He was finally at peace. Until now.

Beep beep! New message! From Tubbo:
Need you at L’manburg ASAP.
Out of all the times, I actually need you to help.
It’s Tommy.

Techno turned to look into the bursting flames of his fireplace, pondering if he should go against his own will, his own thriving philosophy of anarchy, only to help a president against a child. However, Tommy had never been a threat to L’Manburg, hell, he couldn’t even hold a sword, even after teaching him all those many years ago in Pogtopia. So, why now could he be a problem to them?
Technoblade please. He’s been in exile for like 4 years, he’s gotten bad. I’ll explain everything when you get here
So, he’s gone insane because he was exiled by his best friend. ‘Bruh.’ he mumbled to himself as he was getting himself equipped. Techno thought even after Tommy had betrayed him, he could still keep his friendship, but no. He couldn’t even do that. After fighting with the many, many voices in his head, he finally came to the decision to go. He wasn’t there to help, but out of pure curiosity.
‘Could Tommy really be that bad?’ He chuckled to himself, opening the door. ‘Of course not. He’s only a kid.’ He shut the door and left.
He should have never left, he could have been safe from all of this.
—-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
‘Finally, it took you long enough.’ Tubbo exclaimed, pulling his hand out to shake his.
‘Excuse you, be grateful I actually came.’ Techno merely looked at Tubbo’s hand out, then to his face. ‘Damn, no need for that. Where is he then? And how the hell did he end up digging his own grave for exile?’
‘Walk with me?’ Tubbo asked softly, as the blood god nodded his head.
As the president began, Techno looked around at the old country. It was definitely different from when he was there before, not as blown up, of course, even though he preferred it that way. The buildings had started to decay after so many wars it had faced, while the decks they stepped on seemed new and fresh. The podium wasn’t there anymore, but it didn’t matter since that memory was engraved in his head.
‘That’s kind of it until now.’ He finished, stopping to look the man in the eyes. ‘Technoblade, can you help? Please, I know you’re not meant to help, but I’ll be in your debt. An IOU kind of.’
‘Fine. I-’ Before he could finish, he was met with the vexing child.
‘Technoblade! Surprised to see you here, how have you been, old friend?’ Tommy jumped out of his socks and raced over, pushing Tubbo out of the way.
‘I’ve been better.’ He responded confidently. Tubbo was right. He was definitely different. His new mask, his clothes, and attitude. It wreaked of Dream, and it was disgusting. ‘New you, I see.’
‘Yeah! Do you like it? Only from the best. We need to have a little chat though, about the old times, and now.’ Tommy went from extravagant to mysterious. ‘How about.. On that hill?’
He pointed to the hill that only a few years ago, was the event of a father killing his son.
‘Sure, Tommy, sure.’ Techno replied slyly. He looked back at Tubbo, who had only just gotten up. The president mouthed him words that showed him that things had actually changed.
Goodluck.