Techno should have kept running when he was younger. Now he was stuck in a home that he didn't own full of things unknown. The closest tools he had were books sent to him by special people. He didn't really understand what his mission was, they didn't fully tell him. They did say to take care of them though. He had so many ways to interpret those words but only one way was right. Was he prepared for what he was to face?
Now what was this about them sending threats?! He was also pretty sure he misheard something about being graded on his missions and positions in society. He'd much rather go back to his books, thank you.
This story will be completed in pain because it's been a year of contemplation. Rest in peace and have safe travels in your journey to the afterlife, Technoblade.
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