𝖬𝗂𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 || [𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦 + 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮]

VII

Technoblade watched the villain carefully. A quiet voice in his head told him to murder him, while another told him to think about the consequences that follow. He followed the target stealthily, deciding that they knew the consequences of being a bad guy ever since the day they were born. And, just like that, the voices went silent. For the next few minutes, he imagined how Hannah was going to kill him and wondered if he should ask if she could play "Viva La Vida" at his funeral.

He stopped walking as his target paused. They looked around cautiously, positive that they heard something, but weren't able to spot anything. Technoblade stared at them. He knew who he was.

Fit. A member of the most dangerous terrorist group in the world, 2b2t. Known for bringing entire cities to their knees and causing total chaos wherever they go. What really set them apart from everyone else was how they operated. Sometimes, a few 2b2t members would work together, while the others fought each other like rabid dogs. Their explosive fights could wipe out a small country, if bad enough.

Technoblade's eye twitched in irritation and he continued following Fit. He could just kill him right now, as he did with all the other 2b2t members, but he was sure Hannah and the press wouldn't like that. Who knows what crazy story they'll make up if he murdered another 2b2t member. Plus, having the entirety of 2b2t as your enemy wasn't a situation he wanted to get himself in. So, instead, he would kill him in private. Dave learned the hard way that alleyways weren't as secluded as he thought.

While he was following Fit, he realized that he was headed to some hidden tunnel. A tunnel which most likely led to a 2b2t base.

'Great,' Technoblade thought miserably, 'Just great. I'm definitely getting murdered by Hannah now.'

After thinking for a moment, he decided to mess with Fit by scraping his diamond sword against a nearby wall before quickly hiding again. The 2b2t member looked around wildly, almost making Technoblade burst into hysterics. They were at the entrance to the base now, so Fit decided to ignore it and continue on his way.

Technoblade followed smugly. Their lack of security was a welcomed surprise. Then again, 2b2t wasn't exactly known for safety. Fit walked through suspiciously empty hallways and ended up stopping at a door. It was at least ten feet tall and had clearly seen better days. Fit mumbled something too quiet for Technoblade to hear a few times before finally opening the door. The infamous pig entered the room after him, careful to make sure that he was still hidden.

The room looked like a standard meeting room if meeting rooms were made to hold hundreds of people. A huge, worn down table was in the middle of the room with color-coded chairs surrounding it. Unfortunately for Technoblade, people filled most of the chairs. Their appearances ranged from normal, everyday citizens to outlandish. Technoblade's eyes widened when he saw that one guy was a weird cow hybrid. With a tail and everything, too.

Technoblade took a second to identify everyone he could and realized that the cow hybrid guy was The Camping Rusher. At first, he thought that the rumors about Rusher actually being a cow were fake. Though his costume was a pig king, he wasn't actually a pig. He had naturally pink hair and sharp, black nails, but that was it physically. And even then he could hide his nails at will. Technoblade moved to a more secluded spot in the room and took another glance around the place.

Everyone was arguing with each other, not realizing that Fit entered.

"Guys? Hello?" Fit yelled, trying to talk over everyone. After a few minutes of this, he finally snapped.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN TO ME!"

Everyone turned to look at him. Rusher glared at him and Fit returned the look.