Unjust Verdict [MCYT Detroit AU Shorts]

Billowing Smoke

Second chapter! Sorry for the wait and hope this was worth it :>

Characters in order of Appearance/Mention - Technoblade, Wilbur, Philza

W A R N I N G S - Mentions of death, blood, and fire

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A man stood upon the top of a building dawning that of a crimson colored cloak with white lined fur at the bottom edges weighing it down more than the average silk, though despite that it blew in the wind all the same clipped together by golden thread connected together at a purple gem resting at the middle of his chest. A crown, though not actual gold or anything extravagant, had engraving in it probably made from a random sharp rock with few indents to make the shape of curves and perhaps the messy shape of where gems would have been should it have been a real crown. It wasn’t anything close to straight, as the points were crooked in differing places and the base looked roughed up with rust, and yet he still wore it upon his head with eyes bearing such pride like when he had first gotten it. Made from a friend, a simple scrap metal crown sat upon his head that bore no gems or white fur lining, and yet he treasured it all the same. A symbol of pride he called it. Techno was the name he had given himself. Next to Techno stood someone else, around the same height yet they looked so different to the makeshift royal that stood next to him. With a orange and navy blue sports coat tied around his waist made from a kind of smooth fabric that made it look like silk underneath what was another, though longer, trench coat looking like a mix of fine pale, dusky brown fabric and black leather coating the shoulders and making a streak down towards the end of the coat colored much like the fingerless gloves covering the shallow scratches and bruises that painted his hands. A red beanie sat on his head, and yet it was lopsided in such a way it looked like it should have fallen off a while ago if not for the fact it was sat inside the ring of a smaller crown sat on his head. It wasn’t nearly as grand as the person who stood next to hims own, with Technos having tall spires sticking up from the rim of the crown in jagged lines, and yet he also bore it with a kind of pride in his eyes even while he may have stood slouched more than him. It was the fact that his crown bore a small purple gem in the middle though while the others only had structured spires, that set the two apart. While Technos was a bit more jagged and uneven, with twisted metal reaching towards the sky, the brunette next to him, Wilbur was his name, had twisted metal in the shape of a band that sat atop his head without any of the structure the others had. The only difference from twisted scrap metal it possessed being the purple gem sitting comfortably, twined between ropes of steel

It was sunset. Deep crimson and tinted pink Reds, pale dusky and rich bright oranges, and cream colored yet also somehow vibrant yellow bled into one another to paint the sky as the sun made is descent down into the horizon of the city once more to make was for the silvery pale moon that would bring up a curtain of midnight in its wake only lit up by its sacred silver light with dotted small white spots that represented stars to help it light the way, all the same from where they stood and yet probably with millions of differences between them when seen up close. Wilbur had once dreamed of soaring to the moon to touch a star one day when they were younger. Techno hadn’t. The cape wearing makeshift royal had had different goals back then when watching the cycle of months pass absentmindedly, goals that consisted of leading battalions of soldiers to victory and being able to drop from mountainous heights only to soar on a pair of his own wings, to feel the rush of cold air glide past his face in neck breaking speeds only to suddenly glide. Wilbur called it nothing more than a paraglider or even a parachute, skydiving perhaps. Techno called it flying. The musician had no imagination when it came to figure of speech, and for that Techno always found himself rolling his eyes at him. Though it seemed the more violent wish of his was made, as here he was now standing atop one of the tallest intact buildings inside of the city watching the sun bleed colors of midnight blue and galaxy purple and void black into the sky waiting for night before he led the charge of what would,he hoped, become history. The first revolution against androids and real push back against the electronic menaces of their society. He was somehow able to drag Wilbur into this who had been his best friend since forever, and that fact he was both glad and horrified about. Deep inside, and while it may not be apparent on first glance with all of the brunettes little songs and guitar strumming, Techno knew there was a burning hatred. He had one too. For the creators and those who had assisted in creating such things composed of scrap metal and electronic parts that was also the cause of broken buildings and screamed deaths to others and most of all a dear friend of theirs. Hatred was just the start of their feelings. Revenge, disgust, horrified glee with each lab that ended up burning churned within their stomach and left a bitter taste inside of their mouths whenever they glanced upon one of the robotic humans. An imposter. Someone who looked like them, yet felt and was treated so differently and goddammit they deserved it