Technoblade walks along the winding sidewalk. The trees surrounding him whispering silent words only the boy could seemed to hear.
A building came into view and the fidgeting of his plain t shirt begins.
The white bricks look in the need of more then a months work of repair, while the red cross glows as blinding as usual.
He enters the building, greeted by the smiling receptionist. His sharp teeth dulling his bright smile.
"Hello, how is your morning today little dude?" The man asks.
Technoblade is not small. Compared to him the pig is a building.
"I'm doing well. Do you know where Philza Minecraft is staying?" Techno chooses to not to say anything.
"Ah yes, Philza Minecraft. Why, he is in room 230. Second floor to your right." The man says, accent laced with a posh British accent.
"Thanks man." Technoblade bluntly states marching to the elevator and pushing up.
After a second pause the door slides open with a ding, the pig walks confidently in.
He pushes the second button. The doors shutting with a clang and soft music.
The elevator after a minute or two the elevator shudders to a stop. Technoblade walks briskly out, his chin held high.
Nurses take second glances at the nervous boy. Quickly walking past with clipboards and medical equipment.
Rather quickly, the pinkette boy stops in front of a door. He takes a deep sigh, picking his finger. Looking past the curtain hung over the door's window he can see Philza lying in the uncomfortable hospital bed.
A pep talk or two later and Technoblade is inside the white room. Full of wires and medical equipment.
Philza turns his head to face the pig. A small smile spreads across his face. "Hey mate."
"How long have I been in the hospital for?"
"Oh about a day and a half."
"Luvly."
Philza stares blankly for a second; contemplating something so obscene from Technoblade's point of view.
"The doctor's said I could leave in a few hours. Nothing they can do now but wait for me to heal."
The injured boy's uninjured wing flaps uncertainly as he looks at his wrapped arm.
"Now you'll have a cool scar to tell people about." Technoblade says lightheartedly. "You can tell everyone how a dog almost killed you."
Philza snorts, looking back at the pig, "hell yea. I'll tell everyone how a fucking badass puppy morphed into a bird and chanced me out of the sky."
"Exactly!"
The two friends laugh together
like old friends do.
Technoblade glances around the room. It isn't no five star hotel, more like a one star. It was blindingly what's and very small. Only big enough for the small hospital bed, and maybe 4 doctors.
Even so, the hospital manages to squeeze in a monitor, a table, and a but more confusing medical equipment.
"I forgot the deck of cards. Damn." Techno mumbles. Looking to the side.
"That's ok. We don't need one." Philza says with a smile.
The two talk a little longer; Random stuff.
Soon Technoblade had to leave, so he does. He gets up from his chair, waves goodbye to his best friend, and leaves.
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He stops at the small kitchen connected to the living room. His stomach growled at him for food, when was the last time he had food?
Technoblade doesn't remember, was it this morning or last night?
Ether way, he is starving and makes himself a plate of tocos.
'Are the three trouble makers ok? Will they be?' Technoblade stress inevitably eases allowing him to finish his tocos.
"I need to buy more potatoes." He finally concludes. His plate of tacos nearly finished.
He places his plate into the small sink and puts his shoes and jacket on. Making sure he had enough money an his key card he left.
"I really need a job..."
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I really need a life. :)
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Secrets of the Strange
FanfictionThe SBI get kidnapped on there way to school. Ending up in the Missing Kingdom of Craftia. Also known as Mc. This strange place houses a family of people with abilities. Some ability's are more noticeable than others. Can they survive in this new e...
