The King (A Technoblade fic)

Chapter Six: The Shop that the Man Owned

Just a few days after the meeting about the 'Mushroom', another meeting was established but this instead in the police station, it was in a old, runned down apart building that Techno found while riding back home one day. Inside the building was a small room that he decorated to look a little nicer than the others; in the middle of the room sat a rectanglar table with its leg almost coming off and a bunch of flippable, black chairs sitting around it. Techno sweeped the floor with the old broom he brought back from home that he didn't use anymore.

Just in a few minutes, Tsukauchi and the heroes would come streaming in his newly cleaned 'meeting room'. He adjusted his cape and placed his helmet on his head.

Like he predicted, a black found itself parked just outside the abandoned building. The look on their faces when they saw the building, gosh, it was fucking priceless. He couldn't help but giggle underneath his helmet. He watched the heroes confusely enter the building and that's when he decided to shout his living lungs off.

"OVER HERE, YOU BUNCH OF HEROETTES!" Techno shouted, he got a glare from Tsukauchi and he smiled at him, "SORRY, LET ME REPEAT THAT. 'HEROETTES AND THE DETECTIVE!"

All seven heroes and the detective came pouring into the room as their glances made its way to Technoblade who sat at the very end of the table.

"You may sit down," Techno said, getting a glare from Erasurehead and Tsukauchi.

The meeting began very smoothly and because meetings require lots of discussing and agreeing to things, I, the author, will not tell you about it (mostly due to fact that I am Lazy, and yes with a capital "L")

Everything was planned out; locations, groups and plans. So far they had four plans planned out, plan B to counter plan A if it ever happens to go south, plan C to counter plan B and plan D to counter plan C.

Their mission was tonight 11 pm and Technoblade had the privilege to lead (or 'guide' if you were thinking like Erasurehead) the heroes and plus Tsukauchi to the underground flee market mostly because he had been there more times than Erasurehead had.

All of them agreed to meet at the abandoned building tonight at the same time. This meant that they had time to get themselves ready.

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"Why do we have to do this again?" Hawks asked as the seven heroes and Tsukauchi made their way to a narrow ally.

"Most of you guys are public heroes and there's no doubt that if you went into that flee market with all your fame and glory, there will be a riot and we don't want that, would we?" Techno lead them to a tiny shop hugged in between the allyway, the door bell rang when they came in.

Techno made his way to the counter, greeting the man with a green military jumpsuit on and a gas mask covering his face.

"Well, isn't it the infamous Technoblade," the man behind the counter said, a smile plastered on his face, "And this time you brought your hero friends with you. You know the rules, Techno. Only Neutral Parties are allowed in my shop but since your my frequent costumer, I'll let it slide for just this once."

"You know me, Xisuma, always breaking the rules," Techno said and then he gestured to the heroes behind him, "They need disguises for mission tonight, is it possible if I let them down to the third floor basement to let them choose?"

Xisuma hummed in consideration before nodding at the Pigman, "If they break anything, I'll kill them, let them know that, okay?"

"Sure," was all Techno could say before leading the pack to the third floor basement.

They trailed behind him, abruptly looking at the weapons, gear and outfits that were hung in each wall, tables and shelves. They all stopped at the disguises room and roamed around to pick their own outfits for the mission. Technoblade sat on a chair that were placed around the room in random spots.

"Aren't you going to pick one as well, Technoblade?" One of the heroes asked.

"Nope," he replied, popping the 'p', "I'm well known down there and they aren't stupid enough to to stick their fingers into someone else's nose. Especially mine."

'No one, I mean no one messes with the Blood God.'

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"You guys look..." Techno considered for a moment what he was going to say and then realized that if he insulted them, they could do nothing about it, "You guys look like the Power Rangers from Gen 3, surely a bunch of pro heroes can do better than that."

Many of the heroes rolled their eyes at him which made him smirk under the helmet. After two hours or so, they eventually picked decent outfits and weapons similar to the ones they used already. Hey walked them back to the counter and let them pay for the outslfits as he waited at the sidelines. He considered to wait outside but after realizing that Xisuma might actually kill them, he decided not to and kept an eye on them and Xisuma from a safe, visible distance.

Tsukauchi was the first to finish paying and made his way to Technoblade, "Are most Neutral Parties' shops like this or is this an exception?"

"No, most NPs shops are like this, you'll soon realize how many there are actually when we get in the flee market but they aren't usually this big, this shop has been here for over a decade from what I've been told," Techno said calmly before changing his tone, "So if this shop happens to, I don't know, get evicted after this mission, I'll make sure that no one, I mean no one finds your body. Understand, detective?"

Tsukauchi couldn't help but feel threatened and unsafe in Techno's presence. He stared into the Pig's helmet visor and slowly nodded.

"Good," he said, "I didn't want to lose a friend because of silly thought they just had. That would be illogical and unfortunate."

Many of the others had finished paying, Techno said his farewells to Xisuma who just brushed it off. They left with the bell ringing behind them.

Tsukauchi looked at his watch, "17 hours until the mission. Everyone get their stuff ready and we will meet later at the meeting spot. Everyone, understand?"

They all nodded response except for Techno who said a small "ok." and then just left without a single word. The others then did same, saying their farewells to one another. Techno climbed the nearest building and sped passed through the dark, early morning.

The sun began to rise in the horizon, its top bit emitting a yellow glow in the dark sky. Eventually, he was back at home. Back to where he really belong.