I have no excuses to why this chapter didn't come out when planned, other than the fact that A) I completely forgot and B) my grades are not the best.
So, as a treat, this chapter will be longer (and hopefully more entertaining!)
Now, I'm not going to take up any more of your time, let's continue with the story.
....
...
..
.
"I do hope you aren't forgetting anything?" Philza said, watching you put your bag in the only seat in the car. That spot was designated yours, as Wilbur will be taking the seat behind you, and he will be playing his guitar.
His guitar takes up a lot of room, and the case is going to be taking just one entire seat itself. Luckily, you knew what you needed and what you didn't, so you baggage wasn't as big as Wilbur's.
You looked up at Philza and nodded, giving him a smile. "I'm sure, thank you." You said, your eyes drifting behind the tall figure. "I think Tommy is struggling."
Philza turned around quickly, and rushed over to catch whatever was starting to fall from Tommy's over-packed suitcase. The zipper wasn't even zipped all the way, which only unzipped further when he tried to stuff it into the back of Philza's trunk.
"Tommy!" His voice was cut off when you went inside, a smile dancing on your lips. Techno was still inside, doing his last rounds and making sure that he had gotten everything he needed before finishing his packing.
You made sure to find him quickly, before he went into the worried spiral he tends to go into when he's about to do a big trip. You found him in his room, just starting to finish putting his stuff into the suitcase. It seemed like he didn't hit that spiral stage just yet, so you had come at a good time.
He noticed your presence and turned to look at you, giving a confused look. You ignored it and signed to him if he was done.
Finish? You asked, giving him a curious look. He nodded and zipped up the suitcase, even locking it shut with the key had found only moments after he pulled the old suitcase out of the closet.
"Let's go to the car. If we're lucky, we can set off today." He said, holding your hand in one of his hands, and the suitcase in the other.
You guided him through the house so Techno could focus on not hitting anything with the heavy case. Tubbo moved in front of the two of you, carrying his bag easily. You often forgot just who strong he is, as he doesn't exactly look the part. He opened the door and left it open, allowing you and Techno to safely leave the house.
Philza seemed to be done with Tommy, with Tommy in Philzas car, his phone on the charger and air pods in hand. Tommy, Tubbo, and Philza would be in one car, while you, Wilbur and Techno will be in the other.
Tubbo easily put his stuff in Philzas trunk, shutting it and letting Philza finish putting his stuff in there. Techno pulled Philza away for a moment, but you knew it nothing you needed to eavesdrop on. You knew enough already.
You climbed into the car, closing the door once you got situated. Wilbur was taking up the entire backseat, with some of his stuff overflowing into the middle seats. You simply shoved it over a little, making sure you didn't break anything that might be important.
Wilbur had his guitar out, tuning the instrument yet again. Every time he turned the nob, he would strum the guitar and adjust the nub again. Eventually, he finished and he started warming up. You smiled at the music he was playing, even though it was the simplest thing he could play.
Your eyes trailed outside, to where Techno and Philza were talking. They seemed to be talking about something rather important, and something that made Techno very angry. He was throwing up his hands, and glaring daggers as he spoke. Philza was trying calm him down by the looks of it.
You wanted to go outside and break up the beginnings of a fight but Wilbur rested his hand on your shoulder. You turned to face him. "No, don't. They're almost done."
"Okay." You replied, refastening your seatbelt. You watched Techno shook his head angrily, and stormed off, the look on his face scaring even you. It reminded you of the look your birth father would give you, the look when he was done beating your mother.
He opened the car door and climbed inside the car, slamming the door shut. Techno then rested his head on the steering wheel.
"D-dad?" You whispered, scared of what he'll do. He raised his head and looked at you, his gaze softer than what it was when he entered the car.
"Yes, Y/n?"
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, sweetheart." He said, giving you a little smile. "That was just a little... disagreement. Everything with be fine when we reach Kristen's house."
Wilbur and you made eye contact when Techno started to operate the car; pulling it out of the driveway, driving it out of the neighborhood and onto the highway. Wilbur changes the mood of the car by playing some of his old music, the songs of his that wasn't just about his ex's and ones that didn't have curse words in them.
Even though you have heard every shape and color of the swear variety, he didn't really want to use that language around you. It might spark up some trauma.
~
"Can I help you write a song, Wilbur?"
He stopped singing, the silence in the car became deafening. Wilbur looked at you, shocked that you would ask such a question. Rather, it was because it took you so long to ask that question.
He smiled. "Of course you can. Here," He handed you his notebook, watching as you flipped through the pages to eventually land on an empty one. "You can start writing lyrics here, and together, we'll put them into a song."
"It'll be like a collab?" You asked.
"Hm, I suppose." He handed you a pencil. "It'll be a real collab if Techno would be a vocalist."
You looked at the driver, spotting his eyes in the review mirror. He looked away, resting his chin on his one free hand as they drove down the highway. Techno gave it some thought, a smile blooming on his face.
"Hell, why not." He said.
You grinned. You didn't need to say anything, nor did you want to. Your voice was getting tired. Wilbur beamed, then moved to trying out cords on his guitar. He would mark the ones he liked in a separate notebook, so that you would focus on the song writing.
The entire ride, however long it was, you spent writing the new song, although some parts you did have Techno help out on. Only whenever the car was stopped at a gas station or whenever the three of you was at some type of drive thru for dinner.
It took a while, but eventually, you were done, and Techno was pulling into the driveway of Philza's wife.
I AM NO LONGER DEAD
There will be another chapter out soon, I promise!! I hope this chapter is long enough, but the next chapter will be even longer :D
YOU ARE READING
Welcome to Godhood || Technoblade + Child!Reader
Fiksi Penggemar¡¡Second story!! Please read "Here Little Piglin" before you start with this one!! It was finished. You were finally a part of Techno's family. You finally felt happy. For once in your long, traumatic, life, you were truly happy. But, happiness does...
