Hello world || A Technoblade AU

Hello world~ Prologue

Hello world~
Prologue

Technoblade woke to glaring light piercing his eyelids. His body complained as he peeled himself off the crumbling pavement of a long abandoned road. Sore spots littered his body. His eyes, now turned to slits, fighting the harsh sunlight, scanned the area for any familiar landmarks. None were found. Where the fuck am I? He stretched his hurting arm to look at the pale skin of his hand, then looked back to the road he was standing on. How did I get here? He looked at his compass. It was freaking out, its indicator spinning back and forth, not deciding on a spot to point towards. Technoblade wasn't in his home realm anymore.

Technoblade solemnly looked through the trees. Watery sunlight dripped through their leaves and branches, dappling parts of the road and forest floor with weak sunlight. At first Technoblade tried to fix his compass, denying the fact he was in a different realm now, but he soon had given up hope and accepted that he wasn't home. Now he was walking towards the rising moon, in hopes of finding some sign of civilization, human or beast. Technoblade himself wasn't completely human, after all. A boar and human crossbreed, parentless and solitary. No one knows how he came to be, not even Technoblade himself. All people know is to fear him.

Back in his home realm, Technoblade was one of the most feared assassins. He worked as an individual, no one above him, only underneath. People would come to him and ask him to take out a target, and they would pay him in -mostly- material wealth. When you're banned from human society, what point is there in collecting their money? Technoblade never failed to take out his targets, that's what people feared most about him. He would spend days, weeks, even months on end getting to know his target, stalking them, watching them. And when the moment was right, he'd strike. There's been numerous attempts on Technoblades life, yet he never seemed to die. Most humans think he's an immortal, merciless and soulless beast, and if you were to ask Technoblade himself, he'd agree. He loved making his kills as slow as possible. A little torture here and there, fun, eh?

But out here, in an unknown world, Technoblade didn't want to risk getting attacked by any creatures, so he decided to keep on walking down the cold road in hopes of finding civilization. The setting sun cast a long, sad shadow in front of him, making him feel slightly homesick. He suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, looking at the tiny slit of the moon, still rising, his eyes filling with despair. How the fuck am I supposed to get home?

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