Stuffed...|technoblade x reader|

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y/n woke up early that morning as the sun strung into the brown and gold room. they stood up and stretched their arms reaching the floor. they always had a knack for being flexible and nimble. 
they smiled and stood back up to their full y/h(your height) and yawned. 
time for the morning routine then.

the sizzle of a pan, then the crackle of grease, pop of the boiling grease, crack of the egg, the sizzle of it cooking, shuffle of the pan being moved, drip drop of the milk being poured, gulps of said milk, seasoning and lastly, the clank of a plate. 

y/n sat down on the floor in front of the window. they let the sun high in the sky soak into their s/t(skin tone). they let out a sigh as they set in front of them the plate that had been cleaned of the egg. y/n leaned back on their hands a smile gracing their lips. the beams of the sunshine were just poking through the window which meant it was around 7-8 am. perfect. they'd get at the village in two hours by the horse. which meant they better start packing now. 

y/n shot up and grabbed the plate setting it on their counter before spinning on the balls of their heels and grabbing a satchel. they threw in there a few books they needed to return, some emeralds, and lastly, the pig plush that had inspired this trip. y/n ruffled their hair and brushed it with their hands as they kicked open the door and shut it with their feet. 

within two hours y/n was at the village the house trotting in. y/n was greeted by small kids coming up and asking them about their journeys. the few adult villagers there that didn't trust her shuffled their kids away. though y/n had stopped and walked next to the hours taking out the pig plushie.

they walked around showing it to everyone they could find... no luck... so. y/n went into the library and searched every single book for answers. they took down a stack of potion books looking for the glowing purple substance that smelled like plums and chocolate.
(a/n if you know what that's from I love you)
           
        "y/n" a gruff voice spoke. y/n looked up from the book they were searching,,, shit. the librarian was holding a lantern and had a very angry look on their face. y/n shuffled the books into a pile and stuffed them into their satchel a slew of "I'm sorry"s and "I didn't mean too" spewing out of their mouth at the speed of light. the librarian gruffed and watched them as they shot out of the library. 
okay.... they stayed longer than they should of. it was now dark out and y/n was dead in the middle of nowhere house-wise. getting back tonight would be appreciated,,, considering the fact that if they didn't stay at the village the would be less of a chance from being seen by the dream team. which, since the last visit to the dream smp decided maybe they didn't like them... hm. what to do what to do. what would mr.blade do?

y/n took out the pig once more and chuckled. 
        "crazy y/n talking to a  stuffed animal and acting like it's human. as if." they chuckled before stuffing the plushie into their pouch. they sighed and climbed onto their horse once more. it neighed angrily at them. of course. the horse didn't want t run through lots of mobs either. 

         "sorry girl" y/n said patting the horse's neck carefully "if we stay there's more of a chance of you dying from those whacky heads the dream team" y/n chuckled before kicking the side of the horse's stomach lightly. it took a second but the big horse trotted forward its white fur blending in with the white snow they ventured into...

y/n couldn't help but to talk to themself on the way back. or, not to themself. to Mr.Blade.
     "Mr.blade. what if the world was simple enough where war wasn't a thing... think about it! we wouldn't have to shed blood and we wouldn't lose our friends... we wouldn't lose the people that meant most to us... they wouldn't fly away into the night after their son and never return" y/n said softly before chirping back up. 
      "Mr.Blade, when i was a wee little kid growing up in the wilderness, my parents kicking me out of the house, I found someone, i found someone named hope, they weren't a special person. not even breathing most of the time. they were always there for me. they reminded me of my dreams and I pushed forward. Mr.blade. do you have a friend named Hope? i think we should all have a friend named hope. even if we are the crappyest people in the world we deserve something. there's nothing worse than being alone in the world
          "Mr.Blade, have your ver dreamed of what it would be like to travel underwater with water-resistant or even water breathing helmets. what if you could become a turtle. or have a dolphin give you a ride to the bottom. oh, it would be exciting! painful because of the water pressure! but fun! Did you know for the longest time I wanted to study the ocean? i went from beach to beach, treasure to treasure, searching for the damn to hell answers. why hadn't any pirates wrote about their journeys. if I was a pirate sailing the seas looking for my lost treasure id write all about it. i'd send the letters and journals back to the land through merfolk and tell them to keep it safe. one day someone who was as curious as me will find it and sail the world by my side.

          "Mr.Blade, what was your dream? if you weren't a plushie i mean. if you werent stuck in a  plushie body all stuffed with stuffing and beady little eyes, what would your dream be?" y/n finally stopped dtlaking and looked down at the plushie staring at it for a while. "you'd be a fighter. i can tell because that bow of yours. no one would know that your the biggest and strongest knight of the kingdom because you would dress all propper and fancy and look like a prince! or maybe even the king! and people would shake their heads and run when you pull out a knife and slit their throats!" y/n said a smile filling their face before a chuckle filled the cold frosted air around them.
            "oh dear Mr.Blade. i fear that I may be going a bit insane. lack of interaction is really getting to the head" y/n chuckled before putting the plushie into their bag and smiling as they arrived to their home. they were dead shit tired. 

(1133 words!!! and im not dead wooooOOOOoOOOOOOO also if you want something to happen or something specific for y/n to say to blade whether a confession a vent anything please share. itll make the story sound more real!)