It's No Longer Just Your War- Dream SMP AU

Chapter 22- Captured

My God, sarcastic Techno is my freaking religion.  I have trouble writing sarcastic characters because my sarcasm comes out of no where and it isn't funny, but I hope I got a little bit in.  Anyways, you guys ready for the plot to finally pick up?  I know I am.  This chapter wasn't originally supposed to exist, but I decided to change the ending for my story because why not? The new ending works better.  Anyways, enjoy!

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Techno couldn't eat. The waffles looked good as always, but his stomach was in chaos. So was his mind and his heart. He was still and relaxed though, looking everywhere except the hermits. He knew letting them know how shaken he was would only make them vicious.

"I assume you know why we're here," Grian said diplomatically, looking at Phil.

"I think I do."

"Well then I'm sure it should be easy. All we want is Technoblade, we don't want to harm you."

"And yet you threatened to kill my sons back in town."

"That was before I knew he was yours. I would never hurt any of your children Philza."

"You already have."

There was a heavy, politely shocked silence. It filled the entire room, and Techno waited for the pin to pop the balloon.

"I have never touched one of your sons Phil."

"Then that would make Techno not one of my sons."

Again, the silence was suffocating and deadly. Grian's face wasn't revealing anything based on Techno's glances.

"Ok, maybe Technoblade needed to be punished, but it was for a good cause."

"You tortured him for two months. In a dark, stinking, cold room with nothing to live for."

"He killed someone Phil. And it wasn't torture. Torture means it was repeated and undeserved."

"He was barely a teenager, if that," Phil exclaimed, his voice cracking. "And it was very repeated, from what we weaseled out of BDubs."

"But you agree it was deserved."

"Of course not! Killing someone isn't right, but torturing a child is never justified. Ever."

"Look, Philza," Grian said, leaning forward. His glasses slipped down his nose a little and he pushed them back up. Techno couldn't believe those hands were the same that caused all his scars. "I've tried being agreeable and diplomatic. However, you are being very difficult. I need Technoblade back, whether you like it or not. So we can do this one of two ways.

"Options number one is that we have to take Techno with force. And trust me when I say, we will not stop until we have him. I'm sure you all saw what happened to that orphanage."

Phil stood in a stony silence. His face was harsh and angry, his hands gripping the top of Techno's chair so hard Techno was worried the wood would snap. Techno knew this tactic. Make option one sound so outrageous and unappetizing so that option two will be a relief, even if it's anything but logical.

"Option two is you hand him and BDubs over peacefully, and we will never bother you again."

"What about option three where Techno kicks your asses all the way back to whatever shithole in Europe you came from, you dickheads," Tommy said rashly, his eyes narrowed. He was standing at the bottom of the steps and shaking like a leaf, but he didn't stop glaring at Grian or the rest of the hermits. Grian raised a surprised eyebrow and Impulse snorted.