Apricity

Epilogue

Technoblade
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Technoblade wanted the world.

His glorious kingdom spanned as far as the eye could see, a detailed replica of his fathers kingdom built in couch cushions and blankets. Each town had been carefully constructed all morning with ornately embroidered throw pillows, the finest in the kingdom. After all, the great Philza Minecraft, Angel of Death would settle for nothing but the best for his family. Philza had even built the most beautiful castle in the middle of the most beautiful modern city, The Arctic Empire. 

Technoblade sat upon his throne looking down upon his people feeling very majestic indeed. Although his head felt a little empty.

Despite his pink haired son's insistences, Phil sternly reminded Technoblade that crowns were not a toy. Technoblade complained and several tantrums ensued, tantrums that Phil endured with long suffering before relenting to allow Technoblade to wear his precious golden crown at dinner. Technoblade, who usually was in the habit of following rules, broke this particular one often. Unfortunately Technoblade had been caught red handed only a few hours prior so his head was disparagingly empty.

So naturally he tasked his little brother with making him a new crown. Technoblade looked over at Tommyville in the far east corner of his kingdom. Also known as the arts and crafts corner of the playroom.

The kindergarten aged child stuck his tongue out as he carefully colored the coloring sheet their Father had printed and cut out for him. "Theseus!" Technoblade called his youngest brother's attention with the nickname worthy for a prince. "How's the crown coming along?"

"Almost done!" Tommy declared with a toothy grin, holding up his work.

Technoblade sighed at the only subject of his pillow kingdom. "Tommy, crowns are gold not red."

Tommy pouted, his cheeks turning red. "How was I supposed to know?'' Then he held up his pack of twenty-four crayola crayons. "There isn't any gold in here anyhow."

"Use the yellow." Technoblade sighed in eight-year-old exasperation.

"But you said gold." Tommy whined in protest, fist still clutching the worn down red crayon.

Wilbur poked his head in the playroom, a sheep mask sitting on the top of his head. "Technooooo." he whined to his twin. "Are we going to start playing now?"

Technoblade crossed his arms. "We can't play Anti Heroes without a crown," he insisted.

"Ugh," Wilbur dramatically threw his paper plate mask to the floor. "How come you get to be the Antihero! I'm always the bad guy." Wilburs eyes started welling up in demanding tears. His voice started to echo. "Let me be the good guy!"

But Technoblade, long since used to his spoiled brother getting his way using his powers, had already covered his ears. Tommy however, was too young to know this and said sympathetically. "Oh, let Wilby be the Antihero."

It was royaly unfair Wilbur had gotten his hybrid half before him. It was royaly unfair that Wlburs ears were ever so slightly pointed and that his teeth were ever so slightly sharp and every so freaking slightly his eyes swirled with hypnotic color. It was so unfair that Wilbur had the evidence of being blessed by Lady Death before Technoblade. Older brothers were the worst.

Phil, as though sensing a tantrum of epic proportions about to take place in his household appeared in the doorway. "Boys, what's going on here?"

Wilbur stomped his feet in pent up frustration. "Techno wont let me play!"

"I said you could be the Captain!" Technoblade immediately defended himself.

"Done!" Tommy cheered running up to the couch Technoblade was using as a throne. Placing the half red half yellow paper crown on his head. The paper ripped where it hit Technoblades' ponytail that held back his shoulder length hair. The kid clapped his hands excitedly. "Techno you look so, so, so-" he spoke so fast his brain couldn't quite catch up. The word he was searching for was cool, or awesome. But those were just out of his reach so instead he burst out. "Poggers!"