𝐋͢𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎, mcyt imagines

✧ believer

SUMMARY: AFTER YOU GET TAKEN AWAY BY THE GREEN BITCH BOY, TECHNO SEEKS TO TAKE OUT HIS REVENGE, AND GET BACK WHATS RIGHTFULLY HIS.

"Technoblade," Tommy spoke in no more than a whisper, putting pity off on your disheveled boyfriend. "I-I'm sorry." Techno tapped the tips of his fingers against your weathered oak table, pondering his next move. "Unfortunately, 'sorry' isn't gonna cut it, Tommy Boy."

He shuffled away from Tommy, swinging his cape upright and around his broad shoulders. Tommy took a step back and ran his tongue across the outside of his braces. "You know Techno, if we get Ranboo and Quackity- we might all be able to fight-," Techno whipped back around, quite insulted by Tommy's weak attempt at comforting him.

"I dont fucking need your help." Tommy fell back in his chair, quite frankly startled by the volume and power Techno's voice held in said moment."Ay ay ay- calm the fuck down man-," He was caught off guard by a calmness in Techno's voice.

"I'm gonna get her back." He loaded his crossbow carefully, before popping it into a satchel around his back. And after that, I'm gonna have Dream's head hung above my mantle."

His previous sentence made Tommy perk up exceptionally, he was fucking ready. The thought of Dream finally being overthrown at the hands of the traitor of their nation caused mass amounts of adrenaline to course through Tommy's veins.

With everything Dream had done to Tommy, and the rest of L'Manburg's citizens, he was quite fond of the idea of Dream being taken down a few notches. And to be quite fair- the kidnapping of Technobalde's sweetheart was in such poor taste- it pissed Tommy off just as much as it did Techno.

I mean, kidnapping someone, over the killing of a stupid horse. Absolutely pathetic.

"Fuck yeah my man! Please please let me go with you!" Tommy's eyes sparkled with excitement, but this didn't sway Techno in the slightest. "No Tommy." With an extra sword attached at his hip, he exited your shared house and set off on his journey. "I'm only gonna be responsible for one mans death."

And with the dramatic exit he'd created, he quickly mounted his horse and was set off. He knew exactly where Dream was keeping you, and with the sun's low position in the sky, as soon as he geared up he was heading into the distance swifter than wind.

After a few hours of riding, and a few missed turns, he finally arrived at your captors location. A magnificent system of caves protruded out beside him, but he knew you weren't to be in them.

Where you were, was in what Dream deemed his "Throne Room." Even though it wasn't actually his- it was Erets old throne room, Dream just decided to take it from him.

Techno climbed the stairs outside the stone structure, and prepared for what lay inside. Upon entering he was greeted by Dream, who grinned with a smug expression on his face. He had you sat beneath his throne, chains clasped around both your arms.

He greeted Techno. "Ahh, would'ya look at that? Your knight in shining armor has come to save you! Isn't that just a pity to see?" He leaned down from his elevated position, and forcefully grabbed your face. His hands had hold of you from the apples of your cheeks, to the bottom of your chin.

He jerked your head up, making you look him directly in the eyes. "But you've been keeping me quite company, haven't you sweetheart?" Technos blood boiled in his veins, he was fucking fired up, and was ready to reclaim what was rightfully his.

"Dont. Fucking. Touch. Her." He had a tight drip on his sword, as Dream's grip on your chin released. He threw you to the ground like a rag doll. "Oh yeah?" He stood up from his throne, retrieving a sword from a holster beside him. "And what exactly are you gonna do about it, Pig?"

Techno lowered his sword, and grinned maliciously. "I'll fucking kill you, and feed your body to the zombies." Dream laughed, and spoke sarcastically. "Y'know what? I don't believe one fucking word of your lies." Techno took a single step forward, as to get a running start. "Oh don't worry, Dream." He then charged at Dream, fueled by both anger and pain. "I'll make you a Believer."