DSMP AU Oneshots (angst and comfort)

Goodbye, Technoblade (Tribute Oneshot)

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**Hi I'm just writing this as a type of closure piece, so please be respectful. Yesterday when we all found out about the news it hurt so much and I was in shock, and honestly I still am in shock as a lot of you are. I'm so glad he got to be loved by so many millions of people, because it was what he deserved. Even though almost none of us knew him personally, that doesn't take away from the fact he had such a huge impact on our lives. So fly high, Techno, and thank you so much for the content and memories and for being such an amazing human being. Have fun trying to strategize against beating Heaven and selling out from up there, but from down here you'll be sorely missed xx**

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(Sorry to anyone getting multiple notifs about this, I impulse published too soon like...several times and had to fix that)

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TW// just many sad emotions, but I've tried keeping it comedic at times to help, dont worry xx

First Person POV: the great Technoblade himself

Word Count: 2566

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Grunting, I rolled my broad shoulders up and around in circles to release the tension within them. It had been a while since I'd taken the time to sharpen and further enchant any of my weapons or armour, and as such, I'd been here for a very long time trying to complete the task. But my reason behind doing so was important.

"Techno! You there, mate?" a voice rang out, following a ring from my doorbell. My tusks protruded further as I smiled upon hearing Phil's voice. Phil: my honorary father (according to Tommy), but most importantly, one of my closest, oldest, and dearest friends.

"Phil!" my voice rumbled as I called out to get his attention. "I specifically wrote in my letters to meet down in the basement!"

Having just finished my work, I took a well-deserved seat in one of the many boats littering the floor around me.

The door pushed open to reveal the blond man - his black and green robe billowing around him softly from the slight Antarctic winds, and a hand held protectively around the rim of his bucket hat in case it happened to shift an inch from his head. He fluttered his black wings to shake off any snow.

"Come in," I greeted. "Take a seat."

He chuckled humorously as I gestured to another boat. He made a few noises only old men do while trying to sit down somewhere which proved a little too difficult for them. But he did it with style, so I'll give him that.

"Techno, what's all this about? Your letter was quite vague," Phil asked, scratching his surfacing beard and shuffling around.

"Bup-bup-bup, not yet. Still waiting on -"

My Piglin ears pricked up as I heard the distinct sound of popping Enderpearls. Or more specifically, an Enderman teleporting.

"Almost there, sorry if this hurts," a feminine voice spoke.

"It's- It's ok! Oof, ouch, ouch, snow, ouch," came a timid voice, before there was a knock at my door.

"You can come in, Ranboo. Welcome, Niki." I nodded my head as an invitation to the two of them, while Phil tried not to laugh at the sight. Niki had been the one to open the door, yet her feet didn't touch the ground, as instead she was held up tightly in the arms of the towering Enderman-hybrid. Niki asked a very apologetic Ranboo to please put her down, and he did as gently as possible.