𝖬𝗂𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 || [𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦 + 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮]

I

Technoblade was walking around his base, checking to see that nothing was out of the ordinary. After seeing that everything was fine, he slipped on his disguise and went off to fight crime. He was careful to stay hidden during his crime searches, considering the fact that he wasn't the people's favorite hero. He sat on top of a building, scanning the world below him.

He was about to move on, when he saw it. Four robber's were sneaking into a jewelry store. Techno smirked and mentally noted that he needed to remember to add four people to his kill count as he stealthy made his way towards his destination.

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"Hurry up, will ya?" The leader of the robbers asked. The two that were getting the money picked up their pace, greedily talking to one another about their fortune and plans to move after this.

The unfortunate workers that were being held hostage were crying and begging for mercy. The leader had eventually gotten tired of their cries and yelled at them to shut up. One woman couldn't get herself together and just kept crying.

The leader rolled his eyes and grabbed her by her hair, he put his gun against her head. "You better shut the hell up if you know what's good for you."

The woman quieted her sobs, but she nearly started up again when he released her. She ran over to her partner, hugging him tightly.

"We got all the money, boss." The other robber said.

The four thugs all laughed smugly at their victory, thinking that they'd get away with this. Suddenly, their bags of money disappeared. The two holding them looked around in confusion. Suddenly, a blur ran by and sliced one in half. The thugs stared in horror as the blur stopped and revealed who they were about to go up against.

"What's with the shocked faces? You didn't think you'd get away with this, did you?" Techno said, smiling insanely. "God, I forgot how much I loved this!"

The psychotic hero turned to the leader. "You guys gotta start doing crimes more often."

He then killed the other two effortlessly, leaving the leader for last. Techno turned to him, only to see that he was stuck in place, scared stiff.

'Oh god, oh fuck! What do I do?' He thought frantically as Techno came towards him.

The robber looked at him with fear in his eyes. He began begging for mercy, sputtering empty apologies and promises. Technoblade laughed at his pitiful state, causing him to go white with fear. He knew he was done for.

Techno smiled at his fear. He held his sword up to the robber's neck.

"Blood for the Blood God." Techno whispered.

The thug was dead before he hit the ground.

The police burst into the bank just then, stopping short when they saw Technoblade in the middle of four bodies and covered in blood. The cops pointed their guns at him.

"Put your hands in the air!" One cop shouted. 'Obviously a rookie.' Techno thought.

He smiled his crazy smile, then held his hands up in mock surrender. While they were distracted, he disappeared. The cops swore, but let him go. They had more important issues to attend to, after all. After they got all the victims out of the building, they reported seeing the famous villain, Technoblade, to their chief.

"Well?" The chief questioned.

"He got away, sir." One cop reported sadly.

The chief looked over the video of the robbery. He shook his head, angry that he slipped away yet again.

"I hate to say it, but I think we need to bring out the big guns for this one." The chief stated. Annoyance clear on his face.

"Oh, you don't mean...?"

"Yes, I do mean them." He sighed. "I mean the Trio themselves."

There was a chorus of gasps. The chief told everyone to get back to work while he called them. He dialed a number in his phone. After a few rings, they picked up.

"Hello?" A high pitched voice asked.

"Skeppy, we need to talk."
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Technoblade treaded back to his base, head held high. His body was filled with adrenaline, the rush of killing flowing through his veins. He changed out of his disguise, a smile plastered on his face. The fact that he killed should disgust him, he was a superhero after all, but killing bad guys was a good thing.

Well, that's what he thought.

When the adrenaline finally passed, he went straight to his room and went to bed. The exhaustion hitting him like a ton of bricks.

'I wonder what tommorow will bring me,' he thought, 'the cops will definitely make another bullshit story up to save their precious egos. What a bunch of jerks.'

With that last thought, he drifted off to sleep.