Vwoop - Technoblade and Ranboo

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AN: Not dead yet sorry but almost

University's kicking my ass. Monday's a damn scary day, i have an assignment that basically determines whether i pass or not, and the teacher's just a cruel human being so I'm terrified (to make things even more fun i also gotta speak in front of the class social anxiety who) so I'll post this and go straight to drown in my anxiety

Sorry for lack of posting, i hope there's people still hanging around sorry

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It starts one morning, as a discreet smell that Technoblade can hardly identify when waking up. A faint aroma, very known and tremendously hated.

As was the case months ago, the skin on his right cheekbone tingles and itches a bit. The faint scent of decomposition is easily picked up by his sensitive nose and he immediately recognizes that he is once again approaching the early stages of putrefaction. Potions have helped keep him alive and fresh for the time being, but the time he hasn't been in the Nether is still significant, and there's nothing that can totally replace its effect on him.

He needs to go to the Nether.

His first idea is to do just that, pack what he needs, get the necessary items (call it obsidian and something that makes fire) and just go out.

And what about Ranboo? Does he even plan to return to the house after his expedition to hell? Will he take the child with him?

The answers should be easy, it should be clear. Obviously...?

Before his own ideas make a tangle in his mind, Technoblade walks to the leather bag he has barely touched since he came to this house months ago and gets from this an awkward potion. The last one he owns, in fact. His visit to the Nether is now a must, seeing as the bottle he's holding is the last one he has. And he doesn't have the ingredients to make another batch.

Out of the corner of his eye, Techno manages to see something lying between the wall and the desk next to which the backpack lies, and curiously he reaches for it. A sheet of paper, looking semi wrinkled and with some dust on it. Technoblade opens it, assuming that it is one of the many paper sheets that he has re-accumulated on his desk, so his first reaction is to simply put it down and not think much of it. Until he notices the purple marks on the paper and the fact that the writing on it is no more than a couple of lines.

LIX
⟒⊑⏁⟒⌰ ⊬⏃⎅⊑⏁⍀⟟⏚ ⊬⌿⌿⏃⊑

Technoblade stares at the piece of paper. Okay... he hadn't seen this one before. And those lilac stains...

Placing the sheet on the desk, Techno remembers the bulb that he had thrown there a couple of weeks ago. Reaches out to take it and compares it to stains. The color is the same, and with it the hybrid deduces that the purple object was wrapped in the paper. How and why? Well, that's another situation.

The smell of rotten flesh takes on just a very slightly sweet note, just enough of an alteration for him to pick it up, indicating that the process is very much still moving forward. Whatever that strange sheet is, it can wait. Technoblade has priorities, especially when it comes to not decomposing alive.

Removing the cork and downing the potion in one gulp, Techno thinks how, if it was an emergency, he could always ask Phil for a few ingredients so he wouldn't rot. He quickly winces at the very idea of it, reminding himself that this one potion will get him out of the problem for another couple of days, maybe even a few weeks. He doesn't really like his previous idea, because asking for things and trusting others so significantly doesn't sound good to him, but dying while alive is too much of a threat to put his pride above him.