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

Chapter 24- The Flight

VERY IMPORTANT!!  I will have an author's note down at the bottom that is decently important.  Please at least skim over the few sentences it will take up.  Thank you!

Alright alright hello everyone.  I am in a good mood today which means there was minimal homework and I am giving you another chapter!  This is a bit more of a low-key chapter, but it is still pretty important.  Enjoy!

ALRIGHT I DON'T DESERVE TO BE CALLED A TECHNO FAN.  How the HOLY HELL did I forget us voices.   I am completely disappointed and will mention the person who mentioned it because without them a vital part of Techno's character would be missing.  I apologize for being a dumb*ss, please forgive me.

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When the next day came, Techno woke to silence. He had slept peacefully and soundly, no dreams whatsoever. He grunted a little and was pleasantly surprised to find his body cooperating again. He was unbelievably sore, but he still worked. He got up ungracefully and nearly fell back over his legs were so ruined. Wilbur ran over and quickly wrapped an arm around his waist, making sure he wouldn't fall over,

"Morning Sleeping Beauty, glad to see you're still alive."

Behind the joking parlor was a small wink of the horrifying truth, making Techno grin a little. Wilbur gasped, his eyes going wide as dinner plates.

"BDubs said you would go through some changes, but I didn't think sharper teeth would be one of them."

Techno raised a skeptical eyebrow and snorted a little. He didn't trust his voice yet, but he gave a meaningful glance towards the mirror. Wilbur looked at it, gave an understanding noise, and helped him walk over to it. Techno barely recognized the person looking back at him. The boy in the mirror looked like death. He had eye bags and his hair was unbrushed. However, this boy wasn't from Earth. He had bright crimson eyes that would scare the wits out of anyone. His ears now ended in points, like elf ears.  These points, however, folded over and looked floppy.

His skin was pink. Not baby pink like his hair, but the pinkish undertones were prominent and noticeable. He pulled his lips back and gasped a little. Wilbur was right, he had sharp canines now that looked like they could easily tear through skin. In short, he looked ten times scarier and more like the assassin Hermitcraft was forcing him to be.

"Wow," he managed to get out, immense pain immediately flaring up in his neck and throat. His hands went to it on instinct and he whimpered a little, only making it worse.

"Woah hey don't talk yet, Bad's still fixing your vocals."

"Paper," he crackled out. He winced and dug his fingers into his collarbones, trying to find a refuge and distraction from the pain. Wilbur nodded and guided him to a chair. Once Techno was seated, Wilbur grabbed a pad of hotel paper and a pen, placing them in Techno's lap.

Where are we, Techno wrote. Wilbur read it quickly.

"We're at the airport hotel. We drove away after tying them up and stopped at a rest stop to clean up. Our flight is later this afternoon, so we're probably going to just chill here for a while," Wilbur explained, thankfully answering Techno's next questions.  After a couple of moments of intense thinking, Techno wrote a little more.

Sounds good. Help me change, these clothes are too tight, Techno scrawled quickly. Wilbur gave him a look but Techno just grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it off. Wilbur rolled his eyes and moved over to the suitcase Techno had packed earlier. He unzipped it and picked up the top clothes. It was a white dress shirt, black slacks, and Techno's favorite boots. He snickered a little at the outfit, then winced. It was the one he was going to wear to the airport originally anyways.