How I adopted my best friends | benchtrio

6. Preparing for the plane 🍰

Ranboo POV 🍰
Tw: mention of techno's passing away

I woke up on the floor. It took me a couple of long seconds to take in my surroundings and realise I had never made it to my bed last night. I checked my phone and realised I didn't have much time to get to the airport. At least all my stuff was packed up.

I checked through my luggage one last time and realised I'd forgotten my sunglasses. That was gonna be a disaster. Once I'd made sure everything was in order, I called an Uber and drove two hours to the airport.

I took a deep breath as I walked through customs. Needless to say, I didn't really enjoy the large crowded environment of the airport. It made me feel like to many things could go wrong.

I took of my shoes and put them on the conveyer. My glasses were in my bag, but I'd kept my mask on, and planned to do so for the whole journey.
As I approached the scanner thing, a security guard came up to me.
"Mask off, please," he said, looking directly at me, though I guess he wasn't to know I sometimes struggled with eye contact.

I couldn't take my mask off. I didn't want anyone seeing me. And I couldn't risk someone recognizing me and taking a photo. Plus I kind of hated my face.

All I could say was, "I don't want to." but the security guard stayed adamant.
"Sorry, but we don't know if you're hiding something under your mask. You can't board the plane without removing it."
"Can I put it back on afterwards?" I whispered.
"The second you get on the plane, it goes right back on your face," he answered.

"Thanks," I muttered, slowly taking the mask away from my face. I hadn't worried about wearing my glasses but now I wish I had.

I put the mask on the conveyer along with my beanie (a gift from Aimsey) and my belt. I had to hold onto the waistband of my jeans since they were far too big for me.

My conveyer box went through the scanner. As it went through, a shrill beeping noise came from the other end.
The woman behind the conveyer gave me the side eye.

"I need to open your carryon backpack," she said, looking at me for confirmation. I didn't have anything dodgy in there, so I nodded.

She rifled through my backpack and pulled my favourite spatula out.
"What is this?" she asked, even though it seemed rather self explanatory.
"It's a spatula," I replied. What else would it be?

"Sorry, but I can't let you take this onto the plane. All kitchen utensils are banned after the incident," she said.
"Um, what incident?" I asked out of curiosity.
"One time we had a man with pink hair try to smuggle a kitchen blender, claiming he wanted to turn the airport into a potato farm. Needless to say, we can't let you take this spatula into carry-on with you."

"Alright, makes sense. Also I knew that guy, he was one if my friends," I said, remembering the recounting of that incident over a discord call.
That was one of our last calls before it happened.

The lady could obviously see the sadness in my eyes.
"I don't know what happened, but I'm sorry it did." she pulled out a pen from her front pocket and scribbled on a scrap piece of paper.
"Here's my discord, if you need to talk. I'm Shelly, by the way, but you can call me Shubble."

"Thanks Shubble, that means a lot," I said, taking my carryon stray off the conveyer. I shoved my shoes back on and continued through the many trialsome rigmaroles of getting through the airport.

I wish I hadn't thought of my friend. Every day got slightly more painful without him. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to let go of the fact that he might still be out there somewhere. Maybe he just went into hiding to escape all the fans.

It was like holding onto a frayed rope. The tighter I held on, the more it hurt, but I couldn't let it go, because at the other end of the rope was my friend holding on for dear life.

It was like if I held onto the rope forever, he'd stay alive.
Even though it's been a whole year without him, I haven't quite grasped the fact that I won't see him again.
But I know he's still there, in the clouds, watching everything fold out.

I know he's still there laughing at his fans quoting him, yelling "Officer I drop kicked that child in self defense!" I know he's still there smiling at fanart. I know he's still there, because Technoblade never dies.

Sorry it's taken me so long to update, had a bunch of stuff to do :)
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