Technoblade Is Among the Stars

Technoblade

As the world faded to black, my family all around me, the smell of the hospital a normalcy: I died.

At least I think that's what happened. Everything went numb, making me realize how much pain I had actually been in. The dark finally lightened and it looked like one of those infinity rooms in Minecraft. Looking at my feet I saw...space?

Ah that's cool. Kneeling down, I placed my hand on the floor. I moved my hand and space moved. SPACE ITSELF MOVED. This is SO cool. As I tried to zoom in on Earth I laughed. This has to be a fever dream or something. Chemo went to my head or something. In the back of my mind I knew this wasn't true, but it was funny. So.

Finding Earth I looked for Cali. Finally finding the hospital I found my family...still crying. I looked at myself. To the monitors. The doctors. The nurses.

Oh. I AM dead.

Huh.

Quickly I turned the globe to find Phil. He was crying.

Went to find Wilbur. He's in shock.

I looked for my mods. Some cried. Some yelled. Some stared in shock.

No one else reacted. I guess that makes sense. My dad hasn't had time to make the video yet.

— — —

I heard something crying. Getting up from laying on the floor, I moved to sitting on it. The people sad about my death were followed by a red dot. The map was mostly green when I died. Now EVERYTHING was red. I went to Tommy's house and he's crying.

Dream? Crying.

Hannah? Crying.

Minx? Crying-

Any friend of mine I could think of was in tears. I heard something thump behind me. It was a laptop. Opening it revealed Twitter. Mod after mod, fan after fan, YouTuber after YouTuber mourning me. This is stupid. Going to YouTube people were making tributes of me.

God, the attention. The grind never stops after death, nerds. Looking at twitch, I see a familiar name streaming. Phil.

"Oh Phil..." I mutter as I read the text in the bottom left of the screen.

"I'm sorry for leaving."

— — —

Watching Will's stream made me smile. It's been lonely in this white void. I found a button that has a note by it saying "press whenever you're ready to move on."

I don't think I'm ready.

I still miss chat. And my family. And my friends.

Will started talking about the dream I visited him in. People on Twitter were blowing up about it.

They were also sad to know that I felt it was coming.

I knew I wouldn't outrun it.

But yet they kept making art. And tributes, and fanfic.

Technoblade will live on, beyond me.

Beyond Alex.

I'll never stop missing them, I realized.

I took a deep breath. Standing, I hoped that everyone would get over the sadness and see me as a happy thought soon.

Walking up to the button, I thought of everyone.

I smiled and closed my eyes.

I pressed the button.