love for the blood god ; technoblade

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annie's pov , still in game

i sighed as my back hit the bench. i stared at the sunset, it's orange and blue colors mixing like sand and shells on a beach.

it's been a while since i went to the beach, actually. i miss the sand that stuck to the bottom of my feet, the shells i collected, the air blowing through my hair.

"got space for one more?" a familiar voice called out. i smiled as i scooted to the left side of the bench, allowing the person to sit down.

"it's a lot to take in." i said. he smiled.

"yeah, yeah." he had replied, deep breaths filling the silence,

"did you try to help wilbur?" i asked. he sighed as he held his head in his hands.

"i- i guess i killed him." the man said. i turned to him, his face filled with sorrow, and his hands shaking.

i scooted closer to him, and put my arm around him. he found comfort in my actions, and melted into my touch.

"it's okay, phil, it's okay. i promise you this isn't the last time you'll see him." i said, holding back my tears. philza, better known as wilbur's father, had killed his son in front of many.

"did you ever get around to techno?" phil asked through sniffles. i sighed as i patted phil's back.

"we can talk about that later..." i said, trying to calm phil down. he looked up and smiled, and through a hug, we said our goodbyes for the day.

i sat in silence as phil's footsteps receded. i frowned at the sun, contemplating whether or not to talk to techno.

my thoughts were cut off by a fox, who yawned in silence as he sat down next to me. he set his head on my shoulder, and sighed.

i saw two parrots fly across the sky, and smiled.

"they're peaceful." fundy had said.

"yeah. i wish i was a parrot." i replied through a smile.

fundy chuckled as his paws fell into my hand. he slowly fell asleep, and i smiled at the thought that he trusted me with himself.

***
(this means time skip from now on)

my body, weak, as for my eyes, well they were wide awake.

i stayed laying in my bed, hands on my chest, fidgeting with my fingers, and staring at the blank ceiling.

soft tapping came from my window, and slowly increased into rhythmic taps.

rain. it's been a while since it rained. i wonder what it's like to be out in the rain right now.

a knock on my room door interrupted my thoughts. i hummed as a very sleeping boy, hair tangled and messy, and clothes on as if they were put on in the dark.

"annie?" the british boy asked, slowly making his way to my bed.

"hmm?" i said, and perched myself up on my elbows.

"i had a bad dream." the brunette boy rubbed his eyes. i patted the empty spot beside me, and he instantly took it.

i rubbed tubbo's back as he explained the dream, and talking about how he had a weird feeling about it.

"and it just all happened so quick, and-" he stumbled on his words, making each sentence quicker than the last.

"hey, hey, slow down, deep breath." i said. tubbo instantly stopped and breathed in through his nose.

"can i... sleep here with you? i feel safer." tubbo asked. i gave him a soft smile as i opened the blanket up. he smiled, and cuddled into the bed.

almost instantly had he fell asleep. i slowly got out of the bed from the left side, barely making it known. i tucked him in, and sighed as i walked out to the patio.

my hands grazed the spruce fences. the leaves rustled in the wind. the lantern that hung from the oak roof, barely grasping onto the fire lit inside of it. after a minute, it had put itself out, leaving it in darkness.

it was to the point where all i did was just think about techno.

where had he gone?

if he's making a new base, where is it?

does he still think of me the way i think of him?

does he regret anything?

a bird swooped down to the fence. it's wings flapped with haste, but calmed down after setting stone on the spruce.

it bobbled closer to me. i had never focused on it until now.

looking down at it, a note in its foot. folded into the smallest it could have been folded. the bird's eyes had glittered in the moonlight. it's face, either filled with sorrow, or pleads.

i had slowly grabbed the note as the bird's head had turned every two seconds. i smiled as i got grasp of the note.

the bird wiggled it's legs, stepped away, and flew off into the moon.

i fumbled with the note before finally getting it open.

11/16/2020 — Page: 19/125

All my time has been spent trying to write a letter. This is my 19th try. Probably not my last, honestly.

I still think about today. I don't think I did the right thing. Dream had told me I did. Of course, he's Dream, what can you expect?

Honestly, Annie. I really do think I messed up. I didn't even get to my end goal. All I did was create havoc. I still think about the way you looked at me.

Were you scared, pissed of, or lonely? I still contemplate whether I should come back. How's L'manburg, by the way? Tubbo is going to be the best president, honestly. I can't believe I actually still did that, though.

I heard Phil killed Wilbur. My own father... is it true? I hope he's doing okay. He lost all 3 lives already. Nobody really knew what happened after. I hope he's okay.

I miss you, Annie. I miss L'manburg. I miss Tommy. I miss my base. I even miss Quackity, god damn it. I fucked up. Terribly.

I found a new base! It's only a 3x3x3 hole right now, but I can make it like Pogtopia! I hope you've seen Pogtopia. If not, ask Tommy to show you soon. It's a great place.

While on the topic of that, I hope this letter is actually going to you, and not anyone else. If this dumb parrot sends this to the wrong person, I swear I will personally murder it. My base is at 917 , 54 , 1973. Pretty far, I guess.

I hope everything's okay between us. God, what am I saying? I knew I lost your trust the moment you got into the area.

I keep getting these cold waves. Is that what they're called? It doesn't happen so often, but today alone it's happened like 6 times. Wilbur had mentioned something like this before. It just feels so... familiar. My coat isn't helping at all. Neither is putting fire really close to me. Don't do that though, I burnt myself.

I fucking miss you, man. I miss you so much. I'm sorry. I really am. I'll try to make it up to you. I promise.

- Technoblade.