Don't Be So Quick to Judge, Rain Havoc From Above

Can you hear me? Am I speaking clearly?

Are you starstrucked or just made of stone?

Do you need a saviour? Some bad behaviour?

Or you could cash it all in, I suppose

Blinding, searing agony was the last thing Tubbo felt at the event he had planned, a masquerade for the execution Schlatt had forced into play.

His flesh peeling off still growing cheekbones, trapped in that small box of suffocating concrete as a firework explodes after piercing deep into his right eye. His skull fractures as the charge detonates, Tubbo's last feeling being his body collapsing forward towards the one who killed him.

Technoblade.

The piglin had been the backbone their resistance needed deep within the earth, Wilbur's sanity slowly escaping him the longer they lived in those button covered stone walls. Tubbo often caught the former President's chocolate eyes straying towards them, looking a million blocks away as he contemplated something deep within his own mind. Tommy was too enthusiastic to be the steadiness their forces needed, when the piglin had appeared Tubbo had initially breathed a sigh of relief.

The life of a spy was not one the blonde boy had ever seen himself living; by day standing at Schlatt's side listening to his new degrees or rants then at night returning to Pogtopia to spill everything he said. Wilbur had talked him into it though and Tubbo had a hard time saying no to the charismatic brunette with his honeyed tongue.

The man could talk his way out of any situation; it was a trait Tubbo used to admire but over time it had turned to concern. Just how much had Wilbur hidden from them behind his war cries? Tubbo had no idea how far his mind had fallen, he worried more each day hearing him mumble to himself long into the night, scribbling away in a book no one ever saw the contents of.

Except Technoblade. The piglin had arrived after Tommy had sent a message to Philza, Wilbur's father who lived in another server, the avian hybrid himself couldn't come so he sent his best friend. A battle-tested warrior throughout history told to him by his best friend, Technoblade arrived upon this server and even Dream had backed off.

Tommy had spent days reading every letter Wilbur ever received about the one whose reputation precedes him, since he and Tubbo spent a lot of time together the tall blonde would often recount the tales as they worked.

Wilbur was the son of the Death Goddess, which was a helluva claim Tubbo hadn't believed at first until he had seen the particle-dusted crows who followed the chestnut man around. Speaking in a language unknown to all of them, he would command them to deliver messages to anyone, no matter the world they were in.

Tubbo had no memory of what came before he woke up on this server in their spawn area, confused where he was. Tommy was the first person he had met, the loud and sarcastic blonde grew quickly on the shorter goat-horned boy with a darker shade of hair colour. His sunshine best friend, opposite to his more dormant personality was caustic but fiercely compassionate, once he saw you as a friend he pushed you to be your best.

When Tommy had introduced him to Wilbur for the first time, Tubbo saw a lot of the same traits in the chestnut-haired man with a kind smile. His best friend became fascinated with the stories Wilbur wove of his crow father, Goddess mother and their best friend, a piglin warrior. The former President told them there were thousands of worlds you could travel between if you had the abilities, spending some time wandering them before he awoke here.

When Wilbur and Tommy had been cast out of Manburg, Technoblade arrived to assist them with winning their nation back. The piglin had fought entire battalions at Philza's side, earning himself the title of Blood God and the crow's became the Angel of Death.