#dark technoblade

[bedrockbones]

Where Tommy gets McDonald's

I wish you would write a fic where... ///accepting (this got so long so im putting it under a read more. dont expect all of the asks to be this length dksjhdfk)

"Here."

Tommy had heard the person approaching, but he hadn't bothered to look up. It wasn't a busy street he had found himself sleeping at, but neither was it uncommon for pedestrians to walk by. He didn't even bother to leave his sign up. This late at night, no one would be giving him any handouts.

Or so he thought, because when Tommy glances up at the sound of another's voice, the beautiful golden arches of fast food were held before his eyes, printed onto a bright red box.

His stomach growls, his mouth salivating, but Tommy doesn't reach for it. He looks up instead, towards the owner of the offering.

The street lamp shining behind the stranger creates an eerie silhouette, but the shape of a piglin is distinctive enough that Tommy could recognize it anywhere. Being a seven foot tall anthropomorphic pig tended to make someone pretty distinctive.

"It's chicken nuggets. And fries. There's...there's a toy." The piglin speaks slowly, an awkward lilt to his words, but he's still holding the happy meal out towards Tommy.

There were...rules, about accepting things from piglins. Unspoken rules but rules all the same. Tommy might not have interacted with many piglins personally, but he lives in the city. He's homeless in this city. Learning unspoken etiquette about what this world will tolerate from him was the key to survival.

But Tommy is hungry.

He couldn't remember the last time he had a happy meal.

Just this once won't hurt right?

He takes the offered box slowly, eyes darting between the happy meal and the piglin's face. The nether-born is still as stone, watching Tommy right back, but no sign of aggression on his face.

Then the box is in Tommy's hands and Tommy can't stay focused on the piglin.

He goes for the fries first, eyes practically rolling into the back of his head when the taste of salt and deep fried goodness hits his tongue. They're gone in what seems like an instant, leaving Tommy to shake the tiny bag for the crystal crumbs caught in the bottom.

He digs through the box for the rest of the contents, feeling plastic of the toy and the smooth surface of the nuggets. Retrieving the latter, he resolves to eat the nuggets slowly, savoring every bite.

He flinches before he truly registers the touch to his head. Glancing up he sees the hovering hand of the piglin.

"It's okay," The piglin grunts. His voice deeper than before. "I can get you more. Would you like more?"

Tommy swallows the bit of chicken in his mouth, but doesn't respond. The food isn't sitting well in his stomach suddenly. The fries and chicken have turned to cement in his guts.

This, Tommy thinks as the hand carefully lowers onto his hair again, is why there are rules about piglins.

#bones rattles #ask game #dark technoblade #dark sbi #if it isnt clear tommy gets yoinked lmao #bones writing #ask

[dorylinae-supremacy]

Small Dark Bedrock Bros Post Exile Snippet

Uhhh dark! Techno, bedrock bros, post exile, ~200 words

This is just the intro to the fic but you get the vibe.

The rest of SBI are more implied dark than actually in here sadly since I wanna try focus more on duos for a bit rather than the whole fucked up gang.

“And where do you think you're going, Theseus?”

Tommy practically jumped out of his skin at the sound of Techno's rumble from behind him, a slow turn revealed him all but looming behind him.

“I was- uh… I was just heading out!”

“Heading out where? You know you're not allowed out.”

“Phil let me out yesterday!”

“Who?”

He felt the temperature drop in the room by a few degrees. Shit. Techno was always more touchy on calling their 'father' by his name rather than his role.

“Dad! I mean dad. Force of habit” he picked at the bandages lining his arms nervously.

“A habit I’ll break soon enough. Give me your hand.”

“Shit- uh Techno, my man, we don't need to start getting drastic here…” he started inching his way towards the front door, Techno's leg shifted in his peripheral.

“Tommy. Make this easy. Give me your hand before I make you.”

He felt his heart jolt at the threat, he wasn't using the same tone Dream always used but there was something more dangerous in his false brother's words.

Whenever Dream threatened him it was just that, a threat. It was meant to scare him into obedience.

When Techno said things like that it was a promise.

#dorys snippets #dark sbi #dark technoblade #Think this one might be my first non mutual possessive fic #Techno is just an ominous boy in this one #such a strange lad

[cata-strophes]

the dark sbi server had another secret santa this year, this was my gift :}

bit of lore i couldnt add bc it would be ten pages longer:

neapolitan trio are demon brothers, phil is their demon dad. techno is the oldest, and he was taken years ago by evil angels or smth idk, he had his memories supressed and for the longest time thought he was human and joined the war on the angelic forces's side.

tommy and wil are tasked to get him back, and tommy does so first, but he wants some time with his brother who is always busy!! so he pretends to be a human child and follows him around. techno grows fond of him and wants to protect him.

wilbur eventually finds him and tommy refuses to give him victory, so the gig is up!!

techno does spend more time with tommy later on ^-^

#debated a lot whether i post this or just leave it for the people of the server but tbh i havent posted much of anything in quite some time #so here it is #dark sbi #bedrock bros #technoblade #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #secret santa #dark bedrock bros #sbi #my art #tommyinnit fanart #technoblade fanart #wilbur soot fanart #comic #this started as a techno as a warlock idea #refusing tommy's deal #until he was against a sword and a hard place #which is why the sixth page has that composition

[nomsfaultau]

Dark sbi where Tommy accidentally kidnaps Philza, not knowing he’s a crime lord. And he swears it was an accident! He just, you know, panicked. Tommy and Tubbo were just minding their own business slapping graffiti on a building (practicing their art skills, you see) when a cop started screeching at them, apparently not an appreciator of the fine arts. And since Mrs. Innit would KILL him if he got arrested, Tommy panics and takes a hostage, shouting at the cop not to take a step further or he’ll kill the random civilian he’s ducked behind so he can’t get shot.

Meanwhile Philza isn’t entirely paying attention, and realizes there’s suddenly a small child sheltering behind him from a cop. He gives the cop the nastiest look imaginable, which causes them to back off enough that Tommy thinks his plan is working. Once the negotiations start Philza is baffled by who would have the gall to kidnap him, and so poorly at that. Frankly it’s an umbrage to face the work of an amateur.

Well, till the abductor asks his name. “…do you not know who I am.?”

Tommy squints at the guy. His suit looks kinda fancy? Is it better or worse for him if he managed to randomly capture some Wall Street schmuck? “Hell no,” he hisses. “And I don’t care. I’m a dangerous guy alright? You don’t know what I’ll do to you.”

Philza’s laugh causes the cop to advance, wagering the situation isn’t intense. But because Tubbo’s ‘Yes And’ game is a force to be reckoned with, he casually pulls out a nerf gun (painted to look real for a prank on Ranboo) and trains it on the cop. Philza is positively delighted as he realizes just how amateur his abductors are. Oh this will be a riot to watch.

With more bluffing than Tommy knew he had in him, promising the hostage 20 bucks if he pretended to go along with it, the pure manic chaos bleeding from Tubbo’s eyes and ample gun waving, and creative use of spray paint in the eyes of the chasing cops, Tommy and Tubbo somehow manage to book it. For some reason the hostage keeps up with them instead of escaping. Huh. Can you develop Stockholm syndrome that fast? Tommy would ask, but he’s panting from sprinting. And as they live in an unjust world, hostage guy isn’t even breaking a sweat despite the three piece suit.

“You’re not going to get far on foot,” Philza murmurs. As corrupt and useless as the cops are for most things in this city, he doesn’t imagine there’d actually be that much fuss over a random man being kidnapped, but he wonders what they’ll do if spooked a little more. It’s been amusing thus far. The boys bicker, then elect to force him to drive as neither have licenses. They don’t ask him to drive to their homes, instead some secondary location. Smart, albeit Philza will definitely know both addresses within the hour.

While Tommy is busy ‘threatening’ Philza about the consequences of not getting them there, Tubbo just leans over from a bag of chips he’s munching on and offers them to Phil. Tommy rounds on him, less for showing exploitable kindness to the hostage and more for eating the Doritos that were meant to be his. Philza almost chides them for revealing each other’s names, but decides it might just be easier to hand them notes at the end of this. So far they aren’t getting a passing grade in abduction. But he has to admit it’s far more entertaining than the ‘business’ meeting he was planning to attend.

(Techno, meanwhile, hasn’t heard from Philza and is going BALLISTIC trying to figure out who kidnapped him. From the police report Phil just kinda went along with it, and looked terrified after a private exchange with the abductor, which has to mean the threat is ungodly to convince the Angel of Death to submit. Techno’s about to have a panic attack imagining the unthinkable horrors happening to his best friend, and is only holding it off by doing atrocities about it. This is the THIRD secret criminal organization he’s ripped apart in the last two hours and PHILZA ISNT HERE EITHER!?)

Philza has decided he likes his kidnappers. They’re not experienced in the slightest, but they make up for it with bravado, determination, and a certain lack of rationality that is necessary in the line of business Philza is in. Yes. They’ll do nicely if given a little guidance.

It’s half an hour before either of them notice Philza is driving aimlessly and they don’t recognize the city around them at all. “Hm? Next time I don’t recommend you give the hostage control of the vehicle. I could have immediately driven to the police station.”

Tommy frowns, almost more nervous at the implication the obvious blackmail would go unused. “…why didn’t you?”

“There’s no love lost between the cops and I. And even more importantly, you amuse me. I like your…potential.” He grins at the soft click of Tommy covertly trying the handle and finding the car doors locked. “Getting out at this speed is almost always fatal, Tommy.”

Tubbo lifts the muzzle of the fake gun towards him. “Let us go right. now.”

Philza leans over, ruffling Tubbo’s hair. The teen gulps at the glimpse of the holster Philza’s jacket was hiding, sharing a wide eyed look with Tommy. “I’m not exactly scared of foam bullets, mate.” He chuckles lowly at the tension freezing both of them. “Relax. You’ll be home by dinner. After you went through all the effort of kidnapping me to avoid trouble with your parents, I don’t intend to ruin it. I like you two; you have spunk I don’t see often. After all, it takes a lot of guts to kidnap the leader of the Syndicate.”

#Sbi #dark sbi #dark sbi fanfic #sbi fanfic #angel duo #clingy duo #emerald duo #philza #tommyinnit #technoblade #sbi au #tubbo #tw kidnapping #philza fanfic #tommyinnit fanfic #tubbo fanfic #for the record auto suggest tried to make the first sentence: #Dark sbi where Tommy accidentally kidnaps Philza not knowing he’s a vampire #Which is insanely different direction but also would be fun #But reverse mafia kidnapping story was the goal so #something to nom on

[blockgamepirate]

In case anyone was still wondering where Techno got his sense of humour.

#technoblade #technodad #cancer #dark humour #dark humor #video post

[anarchy-and-piglins]

The painful thing is that what saves the fledgling's life is that he looks like Wilbur.

Not when you give it more than a cursory look. Long pink hair, red eyes, a face so pale it reminds Phil of the morgues they visit for their investigations sometimes. The ones where a coroner swears they ended the day with one less corpse than they started with. All of those things are starkly different in this boy than they are in Phil's son.

And yet, for one fleeting moment when he entered the room and saw the teen cowering in the corner, he seemed so similar to Wilbur that it took Phil's breath away.

Something about the shape of his cheeks and nose, the lanky frame, or the way he folds his arms around himself in fright.

"Shit," Phil mutters to himself. Because there are no other words to describe the situation. Sometimes he has nightmares about one of his boys being turned. Comes with the territory really. You deal with the most fucked up creatures the darkness has made, and you start to fear losing yourself or a loved one the same way. 

But Phil has a plan.

It's deranged, and dangerous, and he knows he could be killed by the other hunters for it. But years ago he already came up with what he would do, should the curse ever strike one of his sons.

Phil could never kill them.

And looking into the eyes of this fledgling, snarling and hissing and one second away from throwing himself at Phil's throat if it weren't for the silver cross Phil holds out in front of him, makes him feel so deeply that he can't kill him either.

"What the fuck!" Tommy gasps behind him when he enters the room. Phil doesn't know if he can see it too.

"Give me a muzzle," Phil says.

"What?" Tommy asks, taking a step back. "Dad, we need to kill it, we-" He's pulling out his bow, the tips made of that same metal that will burn any vampire to ash, soaked in garlic.

"Give me a muzzle," Phil repeats, firmer.

Tommy might be his son, but when they're on the job Phil is his superior. He is a senior hunter and Tommy is a fourteen-year-old in training, he will do as Phil says. Slowly - as if hoping he'll change his mind - Tommy unclips the leather muzzle from his belt. It's one made especially based on Phil's design, for the rare occasions they need to apprehend a vampire for interrogation rather than outright killing it. Taking it, he shoves the cross into Tommy's hands instead. He starts to walk toward the fledgling.

"It's okay," Phil says, getting ahead of Tommy's questions. And maybe also partly in the hopes of calming the fledgling down a bit. He won't be able to move with a strong source of holy silver so nearby. "He was very recently turned, no more than a day ago. And there's no sire."

A sire would never leave their fledgling alone like this. Maybe even more than looking like Wilbur, the fact that he was abandoned has saved this little one's life. Phil pulls a knife from his pocket, drawing it over his own wrist. Tommy gasps. Phil ignores it. He allows a small trickle of blood to flow into the frozen fledgling's mouth.

Phil watches as the teen swallows it automatically, licking at his own lips. How he tastes it and savors it and instinctually feels drawn to it. And then Phil watches as the fledgling's eyes catch his own.

The fledgling relaxes instantly, going pliant. He chuffs, looking for comfort.

"How did you do that?" Tommy asks, perplexed.

Reaching forward to slip the muzzle onto the fledgling just to be sure, Phil smiles, helping him stand up. The fledgling leans on him, clings to them.

"When they're this young, they need a sire to function," Phil says. "Somebody to feed them and keep them safe."

Nobody ever said that sire had to be another vampire.

"Let's go before somebody catches us," Phil says. "We need to bring him home."

#dark sbi #technoblade #shara writes

[erissdoesart]

Warrior of Mumza, Technoblade :3

#domi art #dark sbi #technoblade #technoblade dream smp #technoblade fanart #warrior technoblade #art #dsmp #sbi #sbi fanart #sbi au

[hotlineremedios]

Techno,where's Tommy?

#dark sbi #dark bedrock duo #artists on tumblr #tommyinnit #tommyinnit fanart #technoblade fanart #technoblade #bedrock bros #dark bedrock bros #my art <3

[goshadie]

This is a mini comic for my work on ao3 (you can read here)

This is the first part of the comic, the second will be coming soon.

Short story: Mumza is the number one hero in Manburg, Syndicate are villains fighting for the people's freedom from politicians and the Hero's Tower, and Chayanne and Tallulah are Kristin's adopted children.

#dream smp #dsmp #dsmp fanart #technoblade #wilbur soot #qsmp #qsmp eggs #tallulah #qsmp tallulah #qsmp chayanne #chayanne fanart #chayanne and tallulah #tallulah fanart #villain sbi #dark sbi #sleepy boys inc #villain technoblade #technoblade fanart #dsmp techno #techno fanart #dsmp mumza #misstrixtin #dream smp mumza #mumza as death #kristen mumza #ao3 fanfic

[lennjamin-o7]

Every Dark!SBI fic in a nutshell.

Credit to lighthouseraiders on Tiktok

#dark sleepy bois inc #technoblade #philza #tommyinnit #wilbur soot

[bedrockbones]

Trucker au? 🚛

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it ///not accepting  

for those that dont know this au is a collab with the amazing @technobladesbasement so if yall are not already following her/reading her works go check her out!!

1. technoblade gets tommy a phone about half a year into their travels. the first is a disposable flip phone techno grabs from a truck stop just so tommy can have something. he buys it for tommy because they had gotten seperate in some outlet mall and tommy had gone back to the truck to wait for techno and techno....to put it lightly, did not take tommys absence well

2. tommy doesnt like letting techno go into the gas stations alone. just because hes noticed the hybrid has a tendency to buy ridiculous amounts of bedding and blankets while driven by his instincts. techno doesnt like letting tommy go with him because his runt is exposed but tommy will usually soothe this by commenting about how safe he feels with techno. its a balance

3. another thing is the gas station food. techno absolutely refuses to let tommy eat anything there except snacks or candy. this is because of the one time tommy had been hungry and they decided a quick hot dog would be easier than finding a restaurant with a lot that could fit the truck. they both regretted that when tommy gets food sickness later that night and is stuck on the side of the freeway upchucking his guts. technoblade still hasnt fully forgiven himself for that despite tommy telling him over and over its fine and that hot dog tasted good so who cares? (techno. techno cares)

4. tommy has a thing. about being cared for. its easier now because techno doesnt really give him a choice about being taken care of but theres still days where dreams snarled insults ring heavy in tommys ears and the feel of the man’s fists are fresh in his mind. its those nights that tommy feels the strain of his situation. because he cant stand technos affection or doting and techno doesnt know how to help otherwise. it would be easier if techno just, ignored tommys boundaries and hugged him anyway or pretended he didnt know tommy is upset, but techno doesnt do that. he asks what tommy needs and respects his space. he’ll sleep on the driver’s chair if tommy wanted him to. but even that is a form of love tommy doesn’t know how to process. it leaves him floundering. it leaves him aching. 

but techno is there to comfort him. he always is. its a reassuring security just as much as its a heavy chain tying him down. techno will always be there for tommy. even if tommy doesnt want him to be

5. phil “babysits” for techno sometimes when theyre in town. phil has a love-hate relationship with the whole scenario because he wants tommy to like him. really he does! and he thinks its funny how jealous techno gets when phil provides for tommy and its even more funny when techno tries to hide that hes jealous. but the problem comes when techno goes out to run errands. he messages phil. every. damn. minute. asking about tommy. asking for pictures of tommy. sending pictures to phil to send to tommy about some random garbage trinket he thinks tommy would like. phil would try to be more understanding about it if tommy wasnt also fed up with the piglin hybrids antics. everytime phil tries to show tommy a photo, tommy asks with a resigned look in his eyes if its another blanket

thats not even taking into account how many times techno calls them. really, phil is getting this close to turning his phone off. he hasnt yet because he knows that will just make the hybrid panic but come on, he wants some time with tommy! technos ruining his chance!

#dark technoblade #dark sbi #ask game #yall like this au huh? #this is all set after tommy settles in technically #as i dont want to spoil the stuff weve got up and coming #bones rattles #ask

[wrath-beyond-reckoning]

Fan Fiction Rec / Tracking

Chance Encounters (are what keep us going) by Viokaea

Dream SMP - Technoblade-Centric - Space Fic

Summary:

Techno slammed his fists against the transparent wall of his prison, trying his best to break it down. His captors backed up, whistling anxiously to each other. He gave the barrier another loud crack, delightedly watching as they scrambled away in abject terror. Nodding in satisfaction, he turned around to meet the eyes of two other prisoners that had been thrown into his cell. He froze. Right. There were now aliens in his cell. And he probably just scared the hell out of them.   Or: Humans are a dangerous race feared by all on an intergalactic scale. Techno, a human ex-soldier that was abducted by aliens 18 months ago, is biding his time in captivity. This changes when two young aliens are sent into his cell to die.

Published: 2023-06-01 Completed:2023-08-01 Words: 70,785 Chapters: 13/13

Read: 2023-09-23

Notes: Really enjoyed this one lots of effort and lots of fun! The action scenes are enticing and well paced loved the descriptors used in this one

#dsmp #sbi fanfic #technoblade-centric #rec: tommy innit #rec: wilbur soot #rec: niki nihachu #rec: philza #rec: tubbo #rec: ranboo #fanfic rec #dark sbi #space fic #humans are space orcs #completed

[cata-strophes]

art for the three musketeers dark sbi discord server event (phew long sentence), i will post some more of the ones i draw later on ^-^

techno wants a fledgling, tommy had no say in it, he'll get over it eventually ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#im leaning a bit more towards horror in the ones im drawing but some are just fluffyig #as someone who loves horror maybe i should draw more horror #dark sbi #my art #dsmp #dream smp #tommyinnit #technoblade #dark sbi fanart #tommyinnit fanart #technoblade fanart #dsmp fanart

[nomsfaultau]

Dark SBI where Philza is a nice normal human man whose family slowly gets replaced by super natural creatures. The youngest is the first to go, replaced by 'Tommy', a shape shifting imp who decided he liked the skin of the kid and decided to keep it. He lives for chaos, but his motives falter when he experiences genuine love for the first time. Then 'Wilbur' replaces another son in classic changeling fashion, the boy taken to fulfill the whims of the fae and leaving in his place a bitter boy who knows he's an inferior version. Finally, the last son becomes plagued by dark voices that grow worse and worse, leading him succumbing to possession by 'Technoblade', who thinks he'll make the perfect new vessel after the last one was destroyed. 'Technoblade' doesn't want to lose his new vessel so soon after the last one, 'Wilbur' was trained from birth to mimic the human he would replace, and 'Tommy' wants an identity he can fall back on to play innocent if he gets in trouble. It takes awhile before the others realize all three kids are imposters. There's friction, of course, but they eventually make a pact to continue pretending to be a sweet and unsuspecting family.

The thing is...Philza isn't dumb. There's this awful feeling in his gut, and he has a sharp eye for details that don't add up. He's increasingly certain these things aren't his children. He quietly gathers evidence, and the moment he's sure...he does nothing. Philza carries on in a careful pantomime of a perfectly loving family, terrified of what they'll do to him if they realize he knows their true natures. He smothers his fear and offers them warm smiles and boundless mercy and tender affection the likes of which the imposter children have never known before. Slowly, it becomes a easier for everyone to pretend.

Maybe, if Philza's kind enough, they won't kill him, or worse. Maybe if he's good enough, their evil natures will soften. Maybe, if he's patient enough, they'll give him his real kids back.

And the moment they do, he'll slaughter every last one of the monsters who destroyed his family.

#i never see Phil as the vulnerable one in dark sbi #idk if I don't have enough exposure or what but its almost always Tommy #or the very occasional techno #also hell no would Philza Minecraft just settle in for found family time #philza #philza minecraft #sbi #dark sbi #sleepy bois inc #tommyinnit #technoblade #wilbur soot #sbi au #sbi fic #sbi angst #something to nom on

[lotus606]

I'm having a REALLY good art day, like, REALLY GOOD

Tw for eyes below

#artists on tumblr #art #oc #sketch #dark academia #technoblade #technoblade never dies #technkblade never fucking dies #oc art #I had a really good art day im so happy

[anarchy-and-piglins]

Technoblade told himself he would explain the misunderstanding eventually, he just hadn't gotten around to it yet.

In his defense, he never was the best at confrontation. Swords and shields were easy, they were understandable to a man like Techno. Telling four overly-eager Gods that he was not a gift for them - now that was harder.

Especially since he had been sent by his king with the express command to appease these gods. The entire point of Techno being there was for him to earn divine goodwill. Sure, Techno was supposed to do that by delivering the special items the court had provided as offerings, but somewhere wires had gotten crossed and now they thought he was the mortal's gift to them. And Techno didn't think correcting them on that notion would go over well.

"Aw, isn't that adorable? Humans are so precious when they encounter something unknown." Lady Death clasped her hands together, fawning over him like he'd seen the noblewomen fawn over newborn kittens. It was a bit humbling really.

"Will this kill me if I touch it?" Techno asked wearily.

"Only if we want it to," Phil said - then refused to elaborate. Great.

Well, if they'd wanted to kill Techno he would have been dead already. He dipped his hand into the river, watching as the molten ichor flowed around it. It wasn't as cold as he expected, though not warm either. Just... room-temperature liquid gold against his skin.

"Huh..." he said as he pulled it out and contemplated his completely dry hand. He dipped it back in but cupped his palm instead, so he was able to lift up some of the strange not-water.

"Gold suits you," Kristin hummed as she watched him do this. She tilted her head with a smile, eyes traveling over him carefully. "Better than those rags for sure. We'll have to dress you up nicer, no offense. You look a little hm, unkempt." There was a laugh in her voice.

Techno had not gotten used to the way it echoed yet. As if every word she spoke held power in this realm. "This is the standard military uniform from my nation."

"And clearly it's a nation that lacks good taste," Phil pointed out.

Kristin reached out to pull on his arm. "Oh, hush dear. They had good enough taste to deliver him, didn't they?" She nodded at Techno. "However, it's true that something of ours should not walk around looking so untidy. We'll have to fix that." She snapped her fingers. Techno felt a weird shudder down his spine in response to a divine being extending their powers so close to him, though he couldn't see anything that had changed.

"Some options will be waiting in your room," Kristin said.

"My room?" Techno echoed dumbly.

"Of course! Wilbur and Tommy are off preparing it for you, it'll be delightful, I'm sure."

He had a room. They made him a room.

Oh, Techno was not going to get out of there anytime soon, was he?

"Now, our gift." Kristin gestured to the rest of the garden. "There's much more of the palace to see, we're not nearly done showing you around yet. And I don't think we can keep Tommy and Wilbur at bay for long, they're beyond excited to spend time with you too. So let's get going."

And if there was one thing Techno knew for certain, it was that misfortune would surely fall on those who refused a divine invitation. So he nodded and followed them.

#dark sbi #technoblade #shara writes #same one as that other god one #but I'm too lazy to find the link rn