╰┈➤ ❝ [ Hunter x Reader ] ❞

"Tᴏ ᴍʏ Rᴀʏs ᴏғ Sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ"

Opening his eyes again to the hospitals bright lights, he grimaced. Stage four. He was on stage four. Or was he? He couldn't remember

He searched for a paper and a pen, luckily said pair was near his hospital bed. He grabbed them both and began to write

"To my dearest child, Y/n

    As your grandfather reads this, I might be dead. Its ironic cause I once said, "Technoblade never dies!", in a stream once huh?

   As a big comfort streamer, I know I raised thousands of children who I am proud to call mine. And yeah some of them maybe be other streamers children but its ok

  They are my next heirs, be it an artist, a singer or something small, they are my heirs. But you will always be my first child

   Its sad to say, I could never properly introduce a new child myself, you have to be the one doing it. Be the next blade for me, Y/n. Lead your siblings in my place once I'm gone

  I'm so sorry I left so soon.

So long nerds

~ Technoblade"

[ Did you get enough love, my little dove? Why do you cry? I'm sorry I left but it was for the best though it never felt right... My little Versailles ]

[ Stream starting in 3.. 2.. 1 ]

"Hi everyone, I'm Y/nblade, nice to meet you. Hello again my young siblings, Dad and I missed you"

This short story is dedicated to our father, Technoblade. Please don't send hate. Everyone is mourning the loss of a comfort streamer and a father. I am disgusted by the antis sending a mourning techno child 25 death threats. One said that their friend received a r*pe threat... I'm disgusted by the antis

Let my siblings mourn in peace. Let dads family mourn in peace.