𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓 {Wilbur Soot x Reader}

VIII

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽
𝖞/𝖓'𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖛

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As I stared up into the eyes of the masked man in front of me, I smiled a little. He was here for the same reason I was. Nevertheless, he was holding my axe.

I pulled on the axe, tugging it out of his grip. As I readied to swing the weapon at this strange pig man, he flashed a nice netherite sword. It was enchanted too. Seeing that he obviously wasn't a threat unless provoked, I dropped the axe to my side as a sign of peace. As the man re-sheathed his sword, he held out a hand. I examined his hand, my eyes tracing all the small scars and burns and callouses. I reached out my own blood covered hand and shook his hand firmly. He didn't seem to mind the blood I'd transferred to his hand, instead grinning a little and saying in a deep, monotonous voice,

"Technoblade."

I returned the small smile. "Y/N."

Technoblade pulled his hand away from mine, just ignoring the blood, and looking around at the fire growing nearer. I glanced over in the same direction, watching the flame burn everything. My eyes started to sting as the fire grew brighter the closer it got. Technoblade nudged my shoulder, snapping me out of my trance. I turned to look up at him.

"We should move before the fire gets too close," he said, looking forward at the glowing flame. As I picked up my axe, Technoblade pulled on my arm as he walked, dragging me along with him. We walked together through the mounds of blood. My uniform would surely be stained, and it would be hard to get the blood off my face for a while, but that was fine. At least it would intimidate Dream.

I felt anger grow in my gut again as I thought about Dream. How dare he kill me. He took my first life. I would have my revenge. I would kill him.

Technoblade pulled me out of my thoughts when I almost walked into a tree, pulling my arm. Technoblade and I glanced briefly at each other, knowing that was my way of saying thank you. Technoblade stopped in front of me when we got far enough away from the fires, making me strain my eyes to look up at him in the dark.

"Do you hear them too?" he asked quietly, his hand finding its way to my arm. His hand was giant compared to my arm, and it was warm against my bare skin.

I nodded silently, looking up at his mask. He was like me. I could tell by the way he spoke, the way he didn't seem to care about all those people. I just needed to know who he really was. Why was he talking to me? I'd just murdered an entire village.

Technoblade started gathering small sticks and rocks, confusing me. I expressed my confusion by making a weird face at him. Technoblade looked up and met my gaze.

"What?" he asked, just as confused as me. I just looked at the twigs in his hands and them back up to his face. "For a fire," he said as if it was obvious. "Well, get moving."

I scoffed at him and his social skills, but started to gather things from the ground anyway. Technoblade started putting the rocks in a small circle, setting up the twigs in the middle. I helped, setting up the sticks so that they stood in a pyramid.

"You still got whatever you used to set fire to that village?" Technoblade asked, tilting his head up to look at me. I nodded, searching through one of my pockets and finding the flint and steel and handing it over to Technoblade.

Without a word, he set fire to the makeshift campfire. As Technoblade got the fire going, I rolled a large log over to where the fire was, sitting down on it with a sigh. Techno looked back over at me from where he was chucking pinecones in the fire; pinecones burnt really well. As he threw the last one in the flames, he sighed and came over to sit next to me. There was a short silence, only interrupted by the cracking noises of fire and me talking.

"Who are you Technoblade?"

Technoblade shifted in his seat to look at me.

"Just another lost soul."