(DISCONTINUED) Dear Technoblade... | A Technoblade Fanfiction

Prologue

The pink-haired man gulped, the small silver key in his hand trembling as he shook, his breathing fast and unsteady. The brown, curly-haired ghost at his side cast an anxious look at the other blonde boy to the other side of the royally dressed man. "We'll go in together," Ghostbur said softly to his older brother, trying to comfort him. "Yeah," Tommy agreed, patting Technoblade's shoulder. The man only ran a hand through his long pink hair and sighed. "All my memories are filled with her," Ghostbur continued. Techno only briefly stared at him for another moment before turning back towards the large, wooden door. "Thanks," he whispered to his brothers before placing the key into the key-shaped hole, twisting the small silver tool so that the lock to the door opened.

For a moment, the elder of the three brothers didn't even dare look into the room, wondering what could've made her so secretive about this room, what could've made her forbid him from ever entering the room until she granted him permission- That is, until Tommy let out a huge gasp, leading him to look past the door and into the mysterious room, his eyes widening as hundreds upon thousands of letters filled the room from the floor to the ceiling. There was a path that led from in between the letters, stretching from where the trio stood to the other end of the room, where a single chest lay.

Naturally, the three brothers followed the marked path, halting their walk as they reached the end of the road, the chest just in reach. "Well, what're you waiting for?" Tommy asked, staring up at his oldest brother in curiosity. The man had a pained look on his face as he shook his head. "I... I can't bring myself to open it. You two open it," he said, voice cracking. Ghostbur watched his brother in concern: he'd never seen Technoblade so... so broken. "You know what? Let's open it together. The three of us at the same time." Tommy brightened at the idea. "Yeah! We can do that, Techno. After all, Ghostbur and I aren't really supposed to be here." The blue-eyed man frowned before nodding reluctantly, placing his hand on the top of chest along with his brothers. "3... 2... 1!" Tommy started the countdown, and at '1', the three opened the chest at the same time, surprised to see a letter placed on top of a diamond block. "Woah..." Wilbur trailed off. Techno, without saying a word, reached a hand in, picked up the letter with such delicacy, anyone would've assumed that he was holding a butterfly's wing. "...What does it say?" Tommy asked, his voice echoing around the otherwise silent room.

"..." Techno didn't answer. Or verbally, at least. Tears cascaded down his cheeks, his shoulders stiffened, the sapphire blue eyes that she admired and adored so much narrowed as his transparant tears fell one by one, his vision blurring as the water blotted a few of the words that were written in the black ink, and at the very bottom right, was her signed love. Sobs racked his body as his knees buckled, his grief taking over him as he knelt upon the ground, clutching the letter to his chest, the letter of her words, the letter filled with words that contained all her love. His two younger brothers knelt down besides him, patting his back as he continued to cry, tears staining the floor.

A few minutes passed before the eldest brother finally calmed down, gathering himself up. "What does it say?" Tommy repeated his question. Techno stared down at his youngest brother for a few minutes, his eyes still slightly red before he opened his mouth in reply, his voice deep and throaty from crying. "You can see for yourself," he answered, handing the paper to his brothers. Ghostbur and Tommy each shared a glance before turning towards the paper, reading.

Dear Techno,

A million years ago, I got lost in the woods, and I was terrified, really. It was dark out already, and I was unfamiliar with the sounds and sights. I simply sat down and cried, when there was a voice; I looked up to see a long, pink-haired man who was dressed like a prince, offering his hand. He asked me if I was ok, and I answered yes. As a result, he took me to a little cottage, where he helped lend me a new pair of clothes, sending a letter to my parents, informing them of my whereabouts. We became friends in the little time we spent together: He was surprisingly my age, even though he looked much more... much more mature. We would meet at a little meadow, and he would sometimes bring his two younger brothers. The three of them were delightful people, even his youngest brother who would sometimes tease me, which I despised, but I just accepted the fact that that was his personality. Either way, the four of us had the best times of our lives together- Or at least, I did.

A year passed from when I first met you, when I fell ill. I had a fatal heart disease, and the doctor from the nearest local town had informed us that I had to leave for a better cure. When he and his brothers came to visit, I begged my parents not to tell them about my disease: I didn't want to worry anyone. They had reluctantly agreed, and the boys merely believed that I had only a little fever, nothing more.

As times passed, events happened, more people entered our lives, and the guilt I felt for not telling you the truth weighed on me heavily, making the sickness even worse. The citizens L'Manberg and Pogtopia were at war, and he was on the Pogtopian side. As I didn't really enjoy partaking in violance, I only watched at the side. Pogtopia won. They betrayed him. He destroyed L'Manberg as a result along side with the former members of the opposing team to Pogtopia. I resided with him after the war, a peaceful life until the Butcher Army came, holding me hostage, threatening to kill me unless he went along with them for a trial. I didn't care if I died at all, but he still went along. I was put in a jail cell, waiting and waiting, when he suddenly just burst in, the Totem of the Undying in one hand, the key to my lock in the other

We went back together, and for some reason, I felt strangely... warm. I sat in the front of the horse as he sat behind me, his arms reaching around me for the reins of Carl. Reaching the little cottage, surprised to find his youngest brother exiting the house, we questioned him, only to find that he'd escaped exile and wanted his disks back. The two agreed together; his brother would get his disks back while he himself would get his stuff back, and at the same time, destroy L'Manberg.

I did not partake in any of the events that proceeded: I only joined to watch the destruction of L'Manberg after the brother had betrayed him for his best friend the previous day. And there, while TNT rained down from the skys, his clothing covered with the blood of the citizens of the government which he despised so much, he came back to my place where I watched the fall of L'Manberg, he held his trident in one hand, watching with me the government's destruction. He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again before finally speaking.

"I love you," he said, turning around. The light of battle was still lit in his eyes, but there was a tender softness that contradicted that light in the blue eyes of his that reminded me so much of the sapphire blue waves of the ocean sea that my home had resided by, and I could always hear the water lapping up at the shore when I always looked deep into them, a deep, overwhelming feeling that always washed over me when his blue met my amber, and for a moment, all I could see was him.

I was silent, thinking, and I understood what I'd felt when he brought me home that day. Maybe we could've happened, if it weren't for my heart. For a moment, it was beating unbelievably fast, and it was like a reminder about my sickness, and that in the end, I would always have to leave him.

So I declined. I told him that he was only a friend to me, and nothing more. I left right after that, too scared to see what his expression was. After that night, I isolated myself in my house. My parents told him and his brothers that I wasn't feeling well, and this continued for a month before I left.

Technoblade, my friend, my first love. Don't cry. The first thing that ever caught my eye when I got a good look at you, were your eyes. And for the remainder of our time together, they were always the things that I treasured most in my memories. We all have to move on someday; just think of it as if I had to leave earlier than the others. Perhaps we will meet again one day in paradise, but for now, live. Live for me, my friend, my love, and smile. Smile for me, if not for yourself. Live happily and freely, for I will always be with you.

This room is filled with the letters that I have written every single day, starting from the day I learned of my sickness. Each and every one of them are from my point of view. I hope that they'll keep you accompanied. And tell Ghostbur and Tommy I said hi, and that I missed them.

From your friend and your lover,
Amber