Oneshots

Control | Antarctican Empire

This is the third part to my oneshot series, so I suggest you go read those two if you haven't already. 

It's extremely valuable to gain control. And it's even more powerful to make others lose it.

Control. It was something everyone wanted, but very few actually had. It is strange. Either having control over yourself or having control over others. Both equally important, but two very different meanings, under the same word.
Control was what Wilbur was afraid to lose, and Techno knew that. Techno did not know much about his enemy, but he would maximize that tiny bit to the best of his ability. It was what he had been doing for many years now, since he was just a kid. Maximizing what little you have. It's an important trait needed to start an empire on a frozen wasteland.
Control was what Techno would make Wilbur lose. He would not let WIlbur have anymore. Not over Techno's people, or his own.
Wilbur heard rain outside his castle. The rain was peaceful, like quiet steps pattering on the roads. But as he heard the screams of his people, he was brought back to reality. This was no rain, these were bombs, dropping like rain. How did Technoblade do this? How did he prepare so many bombs in only 5 years? He thought that this would end soon, but this was just the beginning.
The bombs continued to fall on his city, each carefully missing Wilbur's palace. Planned. That's what these bombs were. Each hitting a citizen's house, but not Wilbur's own. Like what he did to Techno, so many years ago. What he did, but worse. Much worse.
I still can't believe I let myself do this. Phil thought. Techno was controlling the bombs, but Phil had helped. He meticulously planned the position of each one. He had perfected it.
He hoped the people would escape, he hoped that they would live. But he knew that it was far too late for that.
"Techno? Why are we doing this? Why are we killing so many innocent people?"
"Phil, this is just revenge. We are avenging our citizens lost in the first war." They were both tired, sleep-deprived. These wars had clearly taken a toll on their health, for their hair was starting to lighten and wrinkles starting to appear despite both being in their late 20's.
"By killing millions more?!" It was evident that Phil was angry, the emotion inside him finally beginning to show.
"Phil, I'm sorry, this is the only way."
"Techno, please. Don't become the corrupted ruler you used to be. Don't be like Wilbur."
"Phil, it's too late. We've already so many lives."
"I fucking hate you Technoblade."