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𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟤-𝟦: 𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒽

ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀꜱꜱᴇᴛꜱ...1/10

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ᴅᴏᴡɴʟᴏᴀᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

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"Creak..."

Much to your horror, someone had entered the room.

"Techno, what are you doing at the window?"

The voice who you had recognized as Wilbur said.

"W-Wilbur!"

You called out, unsure if he would have known you were there.

"Y-Y/N? Where are you... you're kinda short, but I didn't know you were this short that I couldn't find you..."

'It's not me that's short, it's just your family has a lot of really tall people!'

You screamed internally. You tried to wave your hand in the sky to signal to the brunette that you were under Technoblade but to no avail. Wilbur just kept on humming and singing to himself, thinking he was talking to Technoblade.

"Y'know Techno, I wonder if I should make a band..."

Wilbur mumbled before a 'thud' could be heard from the distance. You rolled your eyes, knowing that Wilbur had probably blacked out from the liquor. Hearing another pair of footsteps, you realized that the door was still ajar. Forgoing your pride, you just began to call for help to lift Technoblade.

"Is that the woman from Techno's room? Phil, I knew you had Wil go but the woman? Seriously?"

"Well, I needed to trust someone to take care of him while I... Techno?"

Philza stopped in his tracks as he saw Technoblade leaning against a wall while Wilbur was passed out on the floor next to him.

"Techno, where's Y/N? We just heard her."

Philza asked, with no response from Techno.

"I'm behind him! I might need some help..."

You say as you try to push Technoblade away with every ounce of your body. Seeing this, Philza quickly rushed over to help while Tommy just carried a bag while standing next to Wilbur, poking his face now and then.

As soon as Technoblade was placed onto the bed again, Philza called to Tommy to bring the bag he was carrying with him.

"Phil... You never carry this bag, it's old and dusty... What's it for?"

Tommy whined as he placed the bag down onto Technoblade's bed.

"For clearing out poisons, since Techno's a... nevermind. He has a special body structure as they say..."

Philza said as he opened the bag and took out a few bottles of varying colours of liquid. Though Tommy looked as though he understood what Philza meant, you could tell he was still trying to process everything in his mind.

"So... What are we going to do with Wilbur?"

You say, looking down at Wilbur, the bottle of wine still in his hand.

"Eh, he'll be fine. Tommy, could you bring him back to his room?"

Philza instructed.

"What?! Why me? I literally just helped you carry that old bag! Also, I want to stay with Techno since he's not drunk!"

"Tommy..."

"F-Fine. Fine! I'll do it."

Tommy grumbled, swinging Wilbur's arm over his back and carrying him.