Oneshots

Refugee | Antarctican Empire

"Guys, where is Technoblade?"
It had been two years since Technoblade escaped, when he ran from his own palace, when he ran to the outskirts of what used to his empire, of what used to be his home. It was a mistake to let him live, he thought, it was a mistake to let him escape. He had built an empire up from scratch many times already, he could do it again. But those times, I had Phil.. He still regretted killing Phil, it's okay, Phil was just a nuisance, I can do better without him. Every time, he tried to reassure himself, but every time it failed.
Techno regretted Phil's murder many times over, but now it was too late, he had to move on. If he were to rebuild the kingdom, he couldn't be stuck on this murder forever. He had to forget and move on.
Life was hard at first. He had to scavenge and hunt for food. Wear a disguise as he traded with the locals. Life was still hard. He had to do everything. He couldn't sit and watch as his servants did so, because he didn't have servants. He was a refugee.
"Hello."
"Who are you, and what are you doing on my land?" Over the past decade, Techno had developed severe trust issues. He had betrayed and been betrayed so many times already, that he didn't let anyone in. He hadn't let anyone in since Phil. Since I killed Phil.
"Techno, don't you remember us?"
"No. And how do you know my name?"
"Well in that case, my name Calvin, this is Wisp, and we would like to help you rebuild your empire."