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

11/02/20XX

A few months after entering the disclosed room, Technoblade finally entered it once more, on the second day of the windy, autumn month of November. Tommy and Ghostbur were with him as they went to retrieve the first letter that was written by their dear friend. As they walked along the marked path that was surrounded by letters, Ghostbur watched as his older brother looked around himself, his blue eyes cloudy. The ghost tipped his head to the side for a few moments, studying the royally-dressed man before asking, "Techno, why did you wait so long to come and read the first letter?" The oldest brother didn't answer his siblings' question, only continuing to walk down the path before stopping in front of the first pile of letters.

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As he slowly teared open the envelope, taking the little scrap of paper out, he unfolded the letter, pointing at the date of which when the message was written which rested on the upper left corner of the paper. "She wrote this on the second day of November," he finally spoke, saying no more. Tommy blinked as the reason of why Techno had waited so long before coming back dawned on him. "It's November the second today!" he exclaimed, his blue eyes bright with excitement. "You're going to read each letter on the date that it was written, aren't you?" he continued. A small smile crack upon Technoblades face as he nodded, his eyes scanning the letter. Transparent tears dripped downwards from his face as he read the message. After a little while, he'd finished, handing the note off to his brothers as they left him in private as he sat, thinking about the letter.

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Dear Techno,

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It seems that the chilly autumn days of November have come, my friend. It's become rather cold now, and you know that I'm sensitive to the colder weather. Either way, despite the chilling sensation on our bodies as the days pass by, there are still the ups of the fall: Don't you just love the sight of the yellow and red leaves drifting from their branches as time continues to tick by? How the soft, gentle beams of sunlight shine through the trees along with the rustling and crackling of the dried-up leaves under our feet? The delicate wind is blowing past our ears, whispering sweet nothings into them, their voices barely audible as they pass by our heads, trying to tell us something before they're gone, without even a second having passed by.

And then there are the birds. Ah, you should know how much I love birds. Especially the sight of them migrating from my little home in the yellow corn fields, the newly colored leaves contrasting beautifully against the clear blue skies and the white clouds that cover it like a soft, translucent blanket, like the one that my mother covered me as I slept when I was a child. Flying to the south, they'll hibernate there for a winter before coming back during spring.

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And that is what I will do, or have to do. Just yesterday I'd learned, that my disease was unable to cure by the local doctor, and I had to leave. Maybe, in the spring of our lives, after months, or perhaps years after I leave, I'll be back. Maybe, maybe, maybe...

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Well anyways, let's move onto a happier note, shall we?

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Today you brought me to the sea, telling me that the misty ocean air would make me feel a little better- and it did. The calm, rippling waves of that huge body of water slightly calmed me down as the guilt and anxiety of not telling you about my new sickness hung over me, and the glare of the sun upon the water that I usually scorned so much was actually welcomed by me today, as the view reminded me of my old home, the one before we moved. I sat down, enjoying the breeze when you suddenly sat behind me, wrapping your arms around my torso before resting your chin on my shoulder.

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I was surprised, to say the very least, about this action. I was about to protest when you hushed me, telling me to stay quiet and so that you could just enjoy the moment. And so I did, silence overcoming us besides the calming sounds of the water rushing up towards us, lapping up at the shore, the sunlight warm against our skin.

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I was looking up at the clear blue sky when I turned around to look at you, only to find you sound asleep on my shoulder, your pink hair blowing away from your mouth as you exhaled with each breath, your expression soft and peaceful. I laughed to myself before nosing you, calling your name a few times before you finally woke up. You jerked your head up with a "Huh?", your blue eyes wide with alarm, and I laughed once more before reassuring you that there was nothing wrong. You blinked a few times before realizing where we were and what was happening and you groaned, scolding me for waking you up for no good reason.

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I smiled in response, and you fell silent, watching me. I tipped my head to the side, confused, asking what was wrong, and you merely shook your head before resting it on my shoulder once again. "It's nothing," you replied, shifting your head so that your face was buried in the crook of my neck. Tightening your arms around my waist, I felt your breath against my neck, causing shivers to run down my spine as I felt the warm exhale of air.

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We stayed there for who knows how many hours longer before the sun finally set and you escorted me home, and yet before you left, you took ahold of my hands, turning me around to face you, who stared into my eyes, your blue ones shining in the moonlight, and there was an aura of... intimidation around you, maybe I should say. I was unsure of what to do, and as I opened my mouth to speak, you let go of my hands, and turning around, you waved farewell before disappearing into the darkness, and yet I had the feeling that you wanted to tell me something...

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What did you want to tell me, Techno?

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Your friend,

Amber

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Tommy blinked slowly. "What did you want to tell her, Techno?" he asked, Ghostbur nodding in agreement. "Yeah, what were you going to say?" The two brothers stared eagerly at the man, awaiting their response. The pink-haired man was silent, back facing them, and when he did finally reply, it was a very simple and short answer. "You already know what I wanted to tell her."

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The two brothers were slightly disappointed at the answer they'd gotten, and were going to protest when Techno plucked the little piece of paper out of Tommy's hands, walking away. Ghostbur and his younger brother pursued their lips in annoyance, but it was true.

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They knew exactly what he was trying to tell her that day.