The King: Rebooted (A Technoblade Fanfiction)

Chapter Four: Technoblade, he shouts Horray! Into the night, he Saves the Day!

(If you have any questions, please tell me in the comments.)

Echo practically inhaled the academics exam, breathing in the questions like air and exhaling out questions like carbon dioxide. Which made sense, especially now, when you know that the pinket finished at least in the top 3 in all of his major high school classes, and graduated with an average that people would only dream for. His english and modern history scores were nothing to even laugh at, the man had game in all of the right subjects.

When millions of voices mock you for getting answers wrong, you tend to fix it up almost instantly to get rid of the whiplash.

The Entrance Exam itself was a walk in the park, the practical exam was nothing compared to the last 3 years worth of experiences he had as Technoblade.

So when the buildings around him began to fall apart like disorganised dominos, he would know to grip to the closest building he could find to keep his balance whilst the Zero Pointer crushed everything that had its sight on. It terrorised through the wide streets near the centre of the map, screaming and screeching its every movement.

Echo glanced up at the timer, one and a half minutes left until the exam was over.

He knew he needed to leave quickly, Chat was not too happy about that.

Dude, we can take that, why u running?

Echo, being a coward? More likely than you think

Ngl, that look weak af

Let's fight it!

FIGHT

"I'll nev'r get a day where you guys are chill, huh?" The pinket muttered as he lowered himself from the ledge, "Alright, we'll take it."

A chorus of yeses and 'hell yeah!' echoed from his head, he rolled his eyes.

He turned and sprinted back to the big robot, the robot was nothing compared to the shit he had fought before, and it's absolutely nothing to the random villain he fought once with tentacle arms.

He viewed it from a safe distance, observing the little things that made it different from the other robots.

First of all, the huge metal heep was huge, humongous even. So being able to differentiate it from all the others was fairly easy.

Second, it was made out of entirely new metal material. Echo would know because his dad, Simon, makes his own motorcycles in his tiny shop at the capital. He had brought him and Boo there sometimes when they were slightly younger because they couldn't really afford a babysitter. And after some dad and sons times in the shops, Echo could identify Tungsten like the back of his hand.

So all in all, the fucker was pretty indestructible. Even if Echo knew all of its weak spots, it would take a lot more than brute strength to get to the huge heap of metal.

So when the pinket spotted a dark blur running up its arm, all that he could think was, "What idiot decides to run up a killing machine?"

That idiot.

Needless to say, his morality was pretty fucked up, but not to a point that he would leave the guy there to suffer the consequence, which was pretty stupid of Echo.

He ran as fast as man could in high-heeled boots, which was fairly fast considering that he had the time span to understand the proper skills required to run, jump and climb the bastard of a thing.

He had always been prone to danger, and most of the time, it hadn't been his fault, so you can't really blame the guy.

Anyways, Echo ran to the robot, and like the guy, who is falling now, ran up its arm and jumped to the decaying building he had previously been hanging on to.