Bloodshed [ Technoblade x Reader ]

4

To the normal human, a walk through the Nether would have been torture. To the humans, the Nether was a dangerous hell-like dimension filled with fire, lava, and hundreds of creatures seeking blood. However, to you, it was a relaxing walk that calmed your nerves.

But not all the way. As you walked through the caves and shortcuts you had found to the portal, you could feel your hands shaking in the pockets of your cloak. You had no reason to be panicking this much, you knew exactly the path you had to take to reach your destination.

After quite the walk, you had finally made it to the portal. You hadn't been through it in two years and you had no idea what to expect. Yet, you didn't think you had any other option. You took a deep breath then stepped into the purple vapour with your eyes closed.

The world around you began to distort. The air around you coughed and, for a split second, you were suspended in the air but then you felt your feet hit the ground again and you opened your eyes again to see the last of the purple wisps fade away. The tundra biome took shape around you and you hopped off the portal.

Your feet landed in the cold, wet snow, making your fiery yellow skin fade to a dull grey. You had to get to that shelter asap. Your body wasn't made to be in such a cold place; if it stayed here much longer, the gem on your forehead would begin to crack.

You quickly began to run through the snow, finding your way to the old building. You ran over hills and frozen over lakes until you finally saw it in the distance. The gorgeous wood and stone house stood in the centre of a flat clearing, surrounded by mountains and deep, spruce forests.

Carefully, you walked towards the tall spruce door and took in one final deep inhale before you rapped on the door three times. From the inside, you heard scuttling and then the door being unlocked from the inside. Suddenly, the door opened revealing a tall, blonde-haired man.

"I- y/n?" He asked.

"Hi Phil" you laughed.

"Oh my goodness, y/n, you've been walking in the snow for so long please come in, my fireplace is already on if you need it" he began, moving out the way, inviting you in.

You gladly accepted the invitation and stepped inside the house, gently placing your bag on the floor and heading straight for the fireplace. The warm heat instantly wrapped around you, slowly bringing back your yellow skin.

"What do I owe this pleasure?" Phil asked as he grabbed a bottle of wine from a cupboard.

"Phil, I need your assistance," you explained.

"How important is this assistance?" He looked down at the wine in his hand, pondering if perhaps drinking alcohol is not something particularly smart to do at this moment.

"Well, there are hundreds of thousands of lives at stake," you uttered.

"Ah, very well, perhaps my office would be a better place to have this conversation?" He said placing the wine back in its cupboard and gesturing towards what you assumed must be his office. You nodded in response and followed him into the room.

You watched Phil as he took a seat at the head of a short table and proceeded to take the chair opposite him. You spent the next hour explaining to Phil everything that's happened in the last two years and why you needed his assistance.

The last time you and Phil had seen each other was when your entire battalion had tragically passed due to the snowstorm and Phil had so kindly allowed you to take shelter in his home until a group of pigmen travelling through the overworld had agreed to help bring you home to your fortress. After that, you had sent a letter thanking Phil for his kindness.

From what Phil had told you about his past, he had been a glorious warrior that had saved countless amounts of people. This is why you came to him. He had experience in leading thousands of men while you didn't. You needed this advantage to beat the wither skeletons so here you were. Reconnecting with the man that saved your life, only to ask him for another favour. You felt somewhat bad about that but you had the lives of over four hundred thousand soldiers resting in your hands.

You and Phil spent the next seven and a half hours coming up with plans and tactics to use against the skeletons, taking into account the long-range advantage you had with the blaze's fire and the piglin's crossbows. The hours were long, and you had a severe headache by the end of it but the wine you ended up drinking solved that.

The two of you had come up with ten different formations, several tricks you could play and countless amounts of plans of attack. You had secret snipers hidden on the mountain walls, you had footmen charging in from four different angles and, if you played your cased right, you would have the high ground, perfect for the long-range.

You and Phil had both been taking notes the entire time to make sure you wouldn't forget anything when you got home. Especially since you had been drinking for most of the night.

"Right, I think that's enough. You have plenty of plans now and combining them with the other general's ideas, you'll have more than enough" Phil announced, slamming his book shut.

"Yes, most likely. Thank you, Phil, for all of your help. I couldn't be more grateful. I should probably head home now" you responded, getting up from your seat and scrambling to gather all of your things.

"Nonsense, it's 2 am, it'll be freezing for you. Stay here for the night and you can go back in the morning"

You hesistated before answering. Your father was probably worried sick of you but on the other hand Phil was right. Whatever warmth the sun gave out during the day was now gone.

Reluctantly, you accepted the offer and Phil showed you to the guest bedroom. In there, the two of you said your good night's and you went to sleep that night with much less weight on your shoulders.