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♟°》ᴄнαρтєя 6

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"No."

That was (A/N)'s exact response when (N/N) made the announcement. Looking indifferent, he turned back to his worktable as (U/N) spluttered at him in disbelief.

"Excuse you, but Schlatt specifically said the three of us." (N/N)'s tone turned sour. "And that can't be accomplished when only two go."

"What's it about?" (U/N) rushed, waving his hands frantically. "He's probably reluctant..." He faltered under (A/N)'s stare.

(N/N) fixed his shirt, not looking at any of them. "He wants us to eliminate somebody that has a high bounty over his head; somebody who may be a threat to his future plans." He grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to (U/N), who unfolded it.

He promptly choked. "Are- are you serious? Him?"

(N/N) frowned. "What's wrong with him?"

(U/N) let out a sigh, letting (A/N) see the picture, who sighed aggrivatingly and set down his tools to glance at it.

...

Well shit.

"Technoblade, huh?" The masked male said, a frown creasing his hidden face. "Why him?"

He shot a look at (U/N), signaling: Remember.

The hybrid swallowed, nodding a bit and regrouping himself. If (N/N) noticed the change, he didn't show it.

The said person took back the paper, tucking it away. "Apparently he beat Dream in a duel. And you know the deal, anybody who can beat Dream is more dangerous."

(A/N) clicked his tongue. "But eliminate him? You know you're asking a person who can't-"

"-Protect yourself, yeah," (N/N) interjected. "I know. But apparently you're a tracker? Aren't you? You can help us find Technoblade, then me and (U/N) will take care of him."

(A/N) barely suppressed a snort.

You'll be lucky if you just scratch. 

...

I wonder what he's doing now. Of course, we aren't traveling together.

But talking about him...

How's Dave?

And George? And everybody else?

He drowned in his thoughts as his mood suddenly changed and he agreed to go with (N/N). As the three walked out of the stronghold, he barely understood what the other two were talking about.

Minecraft- I hope it's barely a minute in the real world, as it is in-game days.

I hope.

I don't want to be reported missing for three weeks, rather a day.

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"Uh- hey, Clay, what's up?"

George yawned, stretching as he put his phone on speaker, letting the blonde's voice strengthen.

"Hey George, is something going on with (M/N)?" He asked. "He hasn't been online lately; in fact, I don't think he's been on the internet at all."

The brunette shrugged, running his fingers through his hair. "I don't know, I haven't been keeping track. You do realize that I'm helping Wilbur plan out my lore, right?"