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Techhalo- Short Stories

Technoblade POV:

"Ay Techno, truth or dare?"

      I look across the table to Tommy. I agreed to come to the ball with Tommy because he couldnt go alone to a foriegn land alone, and he wanted to come to the ball with Phil.

      Phil left a while ago to sign a peace treaty with the Badlands. Wilbur didnt come because he promised Fundy to teach him to hunt. Tubbo wanted to stay in his garden, since he doesnt like to interact with strange people much. Tommy wanted to come and I agreed to follow, but it has been boring so far.

      I think about the two possible answers for a bit. Why not be bold today?

"Dare."

      Tommy smiles maniacly and looks around, I should have said truth.

"I dare you... to dance with the most attractive looking person in this ball room."

      I really should have said truth, I cant back down though.

"Alright."

      Tommy snickers a bit and grabs a glass of water from a waiter and watches me closely. I look around the room at the many aristrocrats from the Badlands and other different kingdoms. Most wear suits and fancy dresses others and very few wear traditional clothing from their lands or the color red.

      The ball room is filled with red, gold and black along with other less noticable colors. The tables are covered with a deep red mantel resembeling the chairs' and the curtains.

      I soon spot a person with bronze hair tinted with a bit of black. I head closer to him to the point I can make out most of his features. He wear a burgundy dress shirt with black pants and matching shoes. His hands however are covered with bandages and he hides one of his green eyes with his hair. He seems out of place here.

      I walk closer to him following him through out the ball room until I gather enough courage to ask him. I follow him from a distance until he exits the ballroom into the garden where fewer people are. The garden has a concrete path carved with geometric shapes. It is surrounded by different red flowers besides roses. Why is it only roses that are missing?

      I continue to follow him through the garden until he stops to sit down on a bench.

"How long are you going to follow me for?"

      I freeze in place and start to process the words. Why did I stalk him instead of just asking him?

"I came to ask, ifyouwouldliketodance with me..."

"Excuse me?"

      I take a deep breath and ask again.

"Would you like to dance with me?"

"Sure?"

      I come closer to him and he obliges getting used to the simple rhythm. After a bit he starts to follow through and I start to lead. The intricate movements seem to almost go in slow motion. Left, step, left, turn? The waltz starts again on endless repeat, I have already lost my step only a few in. I try to catch up again following the odd flow of his movements. Phil did teach me how to dance, but even then I still dont understand.

"Maybe I should lead?"

His voice turns a bit husky making my cheeks become a bit hot.

"Why?"

"It is a simple dance, why so much trouble?"

I look across his shoulder and I soon find myself under his influence. I see a smirk form and he starts to take things at a much faster pace, but still keeping the rhythm of the music in mind, maybe dancing to the more stacatto notes.