Oneshots

Opportunities | Antarctican Empire

Technoblade felt different, he felt like he had been given another chance. He was a ruler of a powerful nation, but he wanted more. He wanted his home, the mighty Antarctican Empire. The place where he truly belonged. The place where Phil belonged. Where they would be if it weren't for Phil's passing.

It had been a decade since he had killed Phil, and he still couldn't accept it, he couldn't forgive himself, and he never would. He would get better, he would heal, but never truly recover. He could not forget, he would not forget what he did. He wanted to feel guilty, he wanted this regret to teach him something, something so powerful that he would remember, right up until his death bed.

But this chance felt like a miracle. He didn't deserve it, but he would take it. He would seize this opportunity to start fresh, to redo these past years. These painful decades.

He was given the throne of Business Bay just three years ago, but he had already done so much. He had rebuilt the empire, he had made it a threat to be feared. He knew the rebels would try to find him, that they would try to take him back, but he wouldn't let them, the citizens of Business Bay wouldn't let them.

"Citizens of Business Bay." Technoblade said to the camera. "We will take back our kingdom, the Antarctican Empire. We will take back what belongs to us. We will live in fear of the rebels no longer, and instead we will make them feel the pain, the pain of being banished to an unknown land. We will once again become the rulers of our frozen home, and to do that we will need an army. We must fight."

For the weeks after that speech, citizens, both young and old joined the army in flocks. They wanted the glory of fighting for their nation, they wanted the thrill of war.

But they were not yet ready, for they needed time, they needed gear. They needed a
general. Wisp.

(I'm sorry if these chapters are kinda bad, I
promise they'll be more interesting next time.)