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FILE 005- BATTLE OF LAS NEVADAS (PT.2)

Tubbo's POV

Street 21

Street 27

we're here, Tubbo, open your eyes…

Tubbo crossed another street, mind filled with clusters of unwanted voices missing that voice that warned him, reaching his destination faster than he expected. His foot stopping led him to realize that he was standing in front of the final building to search. It was a dingy warehouse, identical to every other warehouse that Tubbo had searched through. The depressing grey walls covered all sides, while in front, there was a barren oak door that stood protecting the entrance.

It had been hours -Tubbo lost track of time in his panicked frenzy-, since he parted ways with his friends to search for his son. He was still empty handed in his findings till now. Tubbo had searched previous few buildings, and this was the fourth one he was going through. He could now only hope that Michael was in this one.

Going towards the oak wood door, he tried to pry open the locked door -he took note of little scratches near the handle-. With a sigh Tubbo geared himself out before taking out his axe, swinging it towards the door. After two strikes, the door was barely hanging on the frame. With a heavy blow from the axe, he blasted the door open.

THUNK!

Wood splinters spread out all over the floors when it fell. Avoiding the wooden mess on the dull floor, Tubbo stepped into the warehouse cautiously, looking around for any signs of a trap. He wasn't concerned about enemies, his friends had him covered on that part.

The warehouse he entered was dark and gloomy.

Tubbo shuddered as a feeling of dread washed over him, sending shivers and chills down his spine.

The warehouse was alike all others, no windows to allow any sunshine inside, and empty grey walls. Tubbo started searching for a light switch to turn on. Groping around in the dark mindlessly, he found it behind a crate, smelling suspiciously like liquor. Switching it on, he was blinded by the warehouse being washed over with white light from above, an extremely huge contrast from the blanket of darkness he was in before.

The musty smell of liquor was choking him again, the suffocating air of a closed building hitting his nose like a virus, the dingy unwelcoming feeling he was getting. It was uncanny. It was all same. It was terrifying.

Taking in the area of the place, he noted that it was shabby but kept decently clean. What wasn't an identical copy was the distinct lack of items stored there. There were crates stored with a myriad of items, but there weren't as many of them as the other warehouses.

Tubbo felt the dwindling hope inside him ignite again. This could be it. He started walking around the warehouses, trying to spot a anomaly, or a secret trapdoor or a difference.

Turns out he didn't have to look for anything like that.

Behind one of the crates, Tubbo spotted a inconspicuously places door. It wasn't visible at first glance, but after squinting a bit more, Tubbo could clearly see a oak door. He ran towards it, pushing the heavy crate away and opened the door-

He was there. Michael was there. He was sleeping on a cot, a worn one. He was wearing the green hoodie, wrapped around him like a blanket (though he was given a quilt). There were some broken toys surrounding him, a half-eaten sandwich upon a cracked plate on ground. Tubbo could see the tear tracks below his puffy red eyes.

I will kill them. He gritted his teeth. But for now, -he reminded himself- getting Michael out is the top priority.

"Mickey." Tubbo gently whispered "Wake up kiddo."
Tubbo nudged Michael's side, hoping to wake him up. After few moments, Michael drowsily opened his eyes. He sat up lazily and looked around. When his eyes landed on Tubbo, his dull face lit up.

Michael looked shocked for a moment; his eyes snapped open. Then with a jubilant cry, the little zombie piglin jumped in Tubbo's arms. Tubbo caught him and hugged him tightly like he was his only anchor. He felt his eyes prickle with tears, his throat choked up from emotions.

He stroked Michael's hair, subtly checking for any wounds or scars on him. There were none, something that pleasantly surprised Tubbo.

"You are safe, little guy. I came to pick you up." Tubbo whispered quietly. He then remembered his friends and allies, who were fighting the enemy who hurt his angel. Tubbo could get furious later, but for now, he has to get out with Michael and end this fighting for now.

"Let's get out of here for now, right?" Tubbo absently told Michael, as he started to walk out of the room.

I didn't fail you, my dearest Ranboo, Michael is with me now. You can relax.

With that thought resting in the comforts of his mind, Tubbo headed towards the path from where he came, arms wrapped around his Michael.

Techno's POV

Techno spotted his target from afar, the metal toy that got him nearly killed him. It was engaged in combat with a group of Withers, though it was smashing them down almost effortlessly. The voices were unanimously asking for its destruction, and well, how could Techno say no to that?

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

With one final cry of blood from the voices, he took off towards the machine with just his sword in hand. He ignored everything around the battlefield, the chaos, the metallic scent of blood, the clash of blades and whoosh of arrows, and ran straight towards the machine.

It noticed him, but too late for that. With incredible speed, Techno swung his blade towards the chest and the machine this time, took full brunt. It wasn't able to dodge in time. With a psychopathic grin on his face that sent shivers down the spine of those watching, Techno continued his assault relentlessly.

Another strike to the chest, a kick on the joint where it's leg connected, another strike on the arm, it kept going.

The machine wasn't able to damage him now, it was having a hard time defending itself even. Counterattack was out of question as the blows Techno delivered were too fast.

Finally, the machine started its own attack. Dodging a punch aimed at the head, it struck the abdomen with a punch. This caused Techno to startle momentarily, and the robot took advantage.

It kicked on the knees, hard. Techno kneeled down and the machine, sensing an opportunity, struck its axe on the neck, trying to cut Techno's neck off.

Little did it know that the beast it had awakened was nowhere near done with it.

Techno stopped the axe by bringing up his own sword, red eyes glinting with a playful tone that indicated a massacre was about to begin. Wasting no time, he delivered a punch to the chin of the machine.

A sickening crunch could be heard as the machine was sent flying back. When it hit the wall, a machine sized dent had appeared. The robot's body was beginning to break. Dents, scratches, and bents could be seen everywhere. The voices seemingly were not satisfied, as they demanded for more, which Techno willingly gave.

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD

Techno leaped towards the place where the machine fell, red clouding his mind of all senses. Vowing to take it apart piece by piece, he pounced.


Sam's POV

Not like this, it can't happen like this… No, no, no, no, NO-

Sam thought, his dread and horror increasing gradually as he saw the two titans clash on the battlefield.

Techno had seemingly returned from his near dead state, and now was throwing the machine that nearly killed him around like it was a ragdoll. Sam questioned the blood red eyes and the glow around his body. How had his previous wounds already healed?

He looked around the battlefield, withers were now almost gone. Wilbur and Connor were duking it out with Antfrost (why is he here?), while Niki and Bad were engaged in long range combat, firing arrows at each other or their respective enemies to help their allies out.

Phil and Quackity were fighting one on one, both of them bloodied from the long battle and yet, none of them were willing to budge.

We need to put an end to this. This stalemate can't continue for this long.

He turned around to see what was happening with Overkill and Techno. The fight was still anyone's game, but Techno seemed to have gained the upper hand. He was fighting like a madman, just like when he was slaughtering L'Manburg's fighters all those months ago. Sam shuddered at the memory of the fateful day.

Taking a deep breath, Sam took his crossbow up and loaded an arrow in it. He might not be in best shape to fight, but he would damn well try his best to defend his creation.


Jack's POV

Jack ducked under cover again, as he dodged the lightning from Foolish (his third one). In his periphery vision, he saw Puffy scouring the arrows that fell on their side and refilling her quiver with them.

They weren't in a good position. Puffy in her bravado might have said that they can take care of these two but in reality, they were getting terribly overwhelmed.

Jack dodged another arrow, parried another blow from Fundy and tried to block the punch headed for his face, but he ultimately failed.

Fundy might have finished him there, when he was distorted on the ground, but Puffy intervened by throwing a dagger at Fundy. He used his shield to defend himself, but it was just a decoy.

Using the distraction Jack slashed his axe with all his remaining strength, and it struck him in the chest. Fundy fell on his back, struggling to get up again. Foolish quickly fired off arrows to ward them off, and gave time for Fundy to heal from the moment.

Those armors, they don't even have a fucking scratch on them after all those blows.

And this is what kept happening. Puffy and Jack somehow manage to attack or startle one of them, and they get covered by the other person. Due to their armors, they weren't harmed in the slightest and instead kept pushing forward. Puffy and Jack were losing ground, and if this kept up, it won't be soon till they are pushed back to where Tubbo is supposed to be searching.

Tubbo you better hurry up, or we all will be dead.

"Jack, let's switch places." Puffy took the quiver full of arrows, off her back. "It should throw them off for a bit."

"Oh, I doubt that." Someone snarled from behind them.

Both of them turned back, but it was too late.

Fundy slashed his axe towards Puffy, knocking her back in the process and tackled Jack down. He bought his axe down to Jack's neck at a terrific speed, and Jack barely stopped it with axe of his own.

"It's over now, Jack. Surrender now and we will let you live." Fundy pressed harder, Jack could feel the cold metal touching his skin.

"F-fuck you." Jack gasped out, feeling suffocated from the pressure on his neck. He could see the black spots in his vision, his grip on his own axe was laxing.

Am I dying? Is this really how I am going down for first time?

Just as Jack felt his grip dangerously loosing the axe, the pressure was lifted.

"What the-" Fundy looked confused one moment, and the next moment sound of glass cracking could be heard. Fundy slumped above Jack, who pushed him off and looked ahead confusedly.

Foolish, was slumped down beside a tree, seemingly unconscious and surrounded by shards of broken glass. And beside him was-

"TUBBO!" Jack had never been this relieved to see the president. "How the hell did you- scratch that. Did you find Michael?"

"Yeah, he is with Puffy over there." Tubbo pointed towards the place where Puffy was knocked over earlier. "They won't be unconscious for long, let's go."

"What exactly did you do to them?" Jacked asked, analyzing Foolish's prone form.

"Just a concentrated splash potion of sleeping. They wouldn't be unconscious for long though; we need to go."

"Right, but the only exit path I know is the one we came from. Would it be safe?" Jack didn't specify safe for whom, but both of them knew who he was talking about. Tubbo pensively looked towards Michael, who was in Puffy's arms, a peaceful look on the zombie piglin's face, contrasting heavily from the fighting on the battlefield.

"We don't have any other choice." Tubbo finally broke the silence. "Taking a unknown path here is risky, the terrain is underdeveloped so the wild threats would be aplenty here. Our best bet is to hope that, our allies have subdued the enemies enough for our retreat."

"With that robot thing, you think they could do that?"

"If they can't, no one on server can do it." Tubbo replied. "Let's get going."
"Understood."

It was dangerously risky of them to go to the battlefield with a kid, but then again this wasn't the riskiest thing they had done.

Jack took the enchanted bow from Foolish, not like he would need it now.

Despite the very real possibility of dying, Jack found himself to be weirdly optimistic. This time he is at least fighting for what he believed in after all, not a essentially failed state rotten to its core.


Techno's POV

CRASH!

The machine was buried inside a concrete wall this time, it was barely hanging on to its limbs at this point. Yet, Techno was feeling dissatisfied. After this many hits, a human would have been reduced to pulp and yet, this robot got up ready to fight.

Well, it was a robot, it shouldn't feel any pain. Not a problem, he will detach its limbs and head from the body. That should end it.

Techno leaped towards the machine, this time both his sword "Orphan Obliterator" and "Axe of peace" in his hands. Duel wielding two close-ranged weapons in an combat is generally…discouraged to say the least. It was impractical and, not as efficient as duel wielding a closed-range and a long-ranged weapon.

But when in his frenzy, Techno found duel wielding close ranged weapons was damaging, if used in short term. It wasn't sustainable to do it in a dragged battle, but it could be used to end a dragged battle in short amount of time.

With both weapons in his hand, Techno started to trade blows with the machine. He slashed with his sword, and his opponent responded by parrying it with axe.

Locked on one hand, Techno swung the axe forth, hitting the dead center of the chest. This time, there was a significant dent.

TEAR HIM APART!

That's what I am doing you idiots. Techno thought back irritately.

He striked with his axe again, even harder this time. The dent grew to a crack. The robot must have understood, what Techno was trying to do. Its leg left of some kind of smoke, as if charging up, and it kicked Techno right at the abdomen.

Techno tried to not lose his grip, but the pain became too much to bear. His grip slipped, and the machine leaped back. Fast as he could, Techno discarded the axe and, aimed his crossbow at the head of his opponents.

It was a clear hit.

The lethal firework had hit its mark on the head. Techno could vaguely hear the robotic voice of the machine, but he chose to ignore that for now. This was his chance.

He quickly fired another firework, not caring if it hit. It was just the smokescreen he needed. Throwing the crossbow, he picked the axe up and took off towards the now immobile machine.

Once in striking distance, Techno didn't gave the machine chance to react.
He striked, once, twice, thrice, no intention to stop until his opponent was completely dismantled.

With a precise strike towards the axe hand, Techno cut it clean off the machine. It's green eyes started flickering, triggering the voices once again.

Blood for the Blood God.

With a roar, Techno increased his pace. The machine tried to defend itself pathetically, trying to jump back using those smoky legs.

Techno focused his blows on the right leg, severing it from the main body within three hits. His opponent's reflexes were slowing now, it was having trouble even moving. Now was the chance to finish things off.

Techno slashed the chest again, this time causing the robot to be knocked on its back. He severed the second leg for good measure, it shouldn't be able to escape now. He raised his sword, ready to slash the head in half, bringing it down vertically-

CLANG!

Terrible sound of metal hitting metal bought Techno out of his frenzied state. He looked down and saw Sam, blocking his sword with his own.

"Heh!?" When the hell did this guy came?

"I won't let you destroy my legacy again, not this time." Sam spoke through clenched teeth.

"I don't know what you are on but…" Techno easily sent Sam flying with a blow from his axe "…you are interrupting me"

Techno got ready to slash the head in half when he noticed something peculiar, the head was already missing.

"HEH!?" Techno wildly looked around in confusion when he noticed Sam running, with the head under his arms. He made a move to follow him, but was quickly hindered by a volley of fireworks. Techno defended himself from them and, looked for the source of fire.

It was BadBoyHalo, still in a cloak and mask with his crossbow still aiming at him.

"Those fireworks were rather lame." Techno commented, casually making his way towards his new opponent.

"I know but…" Techno could hear smugness from Bad's voice, as he spoke. "…they were flashy enough for them to notice you."

"What do-" Techno began to say when, he noticed something coming towards him from periphery.

Techno dove back, saving himself from the explosion. Still startled, he looked towards from where the explosive came from, and almost blanched out in shock.

His own withers (at least five of them) were moving towards him at a terrifying speed. Techno looked towards Bad, who just mock saluted him ran away from there.

Bastard is using my own withers to attack me.

Techno took his crossbow in left hand, and the sword on the right. He needed to kill these beasts fast and make it to his friends. They would need his help.


Tubbo's POV

The sound of explosions was ringing in Tubbo's ear. It seems there hope of battle being already over when they reached here, were in vain. Still, they were in cover right now. The place had abundance of giant rocks behind one of which, they were hiding. There was a patch of opening, and unfortunately that was where the exit was from.

They needed to escape towards the outpost. From there, they could figure something out. As long as they were out of range from the battle, they would be fine.

Tubbo scanned the battlefield from distance. He could see some Withers, hovering above and raining hell on whoever was unlucky enough to be noticed by their ghastly eyes. It seems most of them were killed off, given how few of them there were compared to number of skulls Techno had in possession.

The group steadily moved with Jack in the lead, Tubbo in middle with Michael in his arms, and Puffy covering them from behind. While it was unlikely that Fundy or Foolish would wake up from their slumber for long, it was better to be safe than sorry.

As they were closing in to the explosions, they could see some individual fights. Tubbo couldn't make any faces out as they were far. This was a problem; they might end up running into an enemy without knowing it.

"Tubbo." Jack whispered urgently. "We have reached the last rock, now there is only open area. We could be seen miles away. Any ideas?"
"We can make a dash for it." Puffy suggested. "The distance isn't too large. We can easily escape to the forest, and from there to Outpost. From there we can leave someone with Michael and, come back to help them."
"You want to help them?" Jack raised an eyebrow towards Puffy.

"I don't want to give those brutes another reason to call us traitors." Puffy shrugged. "Were you planning to abandon them?"
"Of course not!" Jack spluttered.

"Guys get back to the point." Tubbo tiredly said, adjusting Michael in his arms to a more comfortable position. "We, or more specifically I, can't make a dash for it with Mickey with us. If we go slowly, we are bound to be noticed."

"One of us can join the fight and, distract the enemies to opposite end so that the others can make it into forest." Jack suggested.

"Seems plausible. I can do it." Puffy said.

"Not you Puffy, you are good with long ranged weapons. In case something goes wrong, we need to keep the fighting away from Mickey." Jack explained. "If I am fast enough, I might also be able to explain the situation to them all."
"But-"

"He is right Puffy." Tubbo said, trying to quell his friend's protest. "We don't have time to argue this now, please come with me for now. You can join the battle later."

"Hmp, fine" Puffy relented after a few seconds of silence. "But I would come back the moment Michael is safe."
"''Kay, now go." Jack said, charging off towards where the battle was happening.

Tubbo and Puffy waited for few moments in tense silence, focused towards where Jack went. After a resounding explosion, which came from the opposite side, the duo nodded to each other and got ready to cross the open area. Once they reach the forest, they would be safe.

Both of them started to sneak across the open ground, going as fast as they can. There speed was hampered by Michael, who was now secured in Tubbo's arms, probably asleep. Tubbo stopped for a moment to adjust the kid in his arms.

"Tubbo!" Puffy whispered shouted. "Don't stop here, they will notice us."

"I know." Tubbo whispered back. "I am trying."

They resumed there walk, Puffy covering the rear looking sharply for any threat.

Just a little further Tubbo thought. They were just on the edge of the ground, and have probably gone unnoticed.

We will finally be home, and Mickey would be safe. Tubbo smiled at the thought. They were almost inside the forest now.

Naturally, that was when Tubbo felt a searing pain on his left arm.

"TUBBO GET DOWN!" Puffy shouted.

Ignoring the terrible pain, Tubbo dove towards the cluster of trees. He felt another arrow whoosh past his ear.

In his peripheral vision, he saw Puffy shooting at the intruder from behind the tree, keeping them at bay. Tubbo looked towards Michael, who was crying now. He tried to calm him down, but the pain was too much to ignore. Tubbo settled Michael down on his lap, and taking a deep breath, he took the arrow out of his arm.

Throwing the arrow away, Tubbo tried to examine his wound (ignoring the pain which was increasing every second). He noticed some of the veins near wound turning blue.

Poison! Tubbo panicked. Calm down, calm down. Panicking wouldn't help anyone.

Tubbo racked his brain for what he knew about poisons, he knew that most of the common ones could be treated with milk. But some can react with milk in opposite way, and kill you faster. Unfortunately, Tubbo couldn't identify which type of poison it was.

He checked the inventory, and found a vial of milk. Taking the risk, Tubbo chugged down the vial of milk, and waited. One, two, three, four-

Tubbo suddenly felt sick in his stomach, had he chosen the wrong call?

It went just as fast as it came, and Tubbo felt the pain numbing down a bit. He noticed a decent number of arrows, strewn around him. Puffy was still firing at the intruder, but she was running out of arrows. Tubbo couldn't turn back to shoot without risking him or Michael being exposed, and with his still injured arm he wasn't sure he would be able to aim.

Suddenly, the arrows stopped coming their way. Tubbo looked towards Puffy, she too had stopped firing the arrows. But for some reason, she was looking ahead slack jawed.

Curios, Tubbo turned back to see what matter was about.

Ahead, he noticed two figures. One of them was Fundy. This was shocking enough on its own as, the potions Tubbo "fed" him should have kept him unconscious for long time.

It was the second person, Wilbur Soot, standing above Fundy with a bloodied axe, who made Tubbo almost drop Michael from shock.

"I know I am handsome, but stop gawking you two." Wilbur dryly remarked.

"Wh-what the hell are you doing here?" Puffy incredulously asked.

"I am being asked that a lot today." Wilbur scowled. "Anyway, time to hurry up. Retreat to the outpost with the kid. He would be safe there for now."
"I do-

"Tubbo, right now getting the kid to safety should be your priority." Wilbur reminded him. "Not discussing your trust issues with me. Follow me."

Before Tubbo could protest, Wilbur went ahead towards the direction of outpost.

"Should we follow?"
"We don't have a choice." Tubbo shook his head.

They both started following Wilbur, the silence between them awkward and suffocating. So much had happened since they last met him, Tubbo couldn't think what he wanted to say.

Puffy finally saved them all by bringing up a topic. "So, what happened to the others. I am assuming you were fighting on our side."

"The others are in the process of retreating. There are some…complications." Wilbur cryptically said. "But we all should be regrouped in outpost. Some should be at outpost already."

"What complications?" Tubbo asked.

"You will see." Wilbur refused to elaborate.

After a few more moments of silence, Tubbo asked something that was bugging him. "How did you find us?"

"Long story short- Jack came to join the battle, told me about your plan which failed spectacularly by the way." Wilbur let out a small chuckle "I saw someone going towards where Jack said you guys were supposed to go, so I followed them, reached where you were fighting Fundy. You guys know the rest."

"Anyway, we are here." Wilbur stopped in front of giant wall that served as entrance to Outpost. "Just go up the elevator."
The duo obeyed. Tubbo could still feel pain in his arm from arrow and carrying Michael. He was looking forward to relax and recuperate for now. The place was big enough to hold enough rooms. Tubbo was sure he would die if he tried to journey back to Snowchester now.

Stepping out of elevator, the first thing Tubbo noticed was metallic smell of blood, and the second thing he noticed was the horrible sight in front of him.

In the giant hallway, a cot which wasn't there earlier was kept above which, Techno seem to be sleeping. Around him, bloody towels and bandages were strewn around and his crown was sitting on the bedside.

Phil was on sitting on a bench, working on a distiller (probably making potions for Techno). Beads of sweat covered his forehead.

"Wh-what happened?" Tubbo blurted out.

"An unexpected enemy." Wilbur said from behind them. "The kid is getting terrified, I will show you to your rooms."

Tubbo couldn't agree more.

As the door to hallway closed, Tubbo caught a fleeting glance at Techno's prone form. His gasp of shock and horror was not gone unnoticed.


A/N

'ELLO ITS LION EDITING NOW UwU- Like the other one I edited I tried to keep as much of Circus's writing in and change only the important part where the flow seemed unnatural and shit. Tbh he has improved a lot. AND ANYWAYS I KNOW MY EDITING IS FUCKIN SHIT COMPARED TO HAPPY'S BUT BARE WITH ME IK IM SHIT TOO-

Yes, Circus now speak OwO

Cursus here-

I am reluctant to let you give editor's note again Lion, but we can argue that later. (also, as Lion outed my less likeable nickname, I will tell you guys his'. It's furry. Lion is just a furry)

So, the syndicate learned a humbling lesson, Techno nearly died, and our protagonist's current state is unknown. On bright side, Mickey is safe :D. Next chapter would deal with the aftermath, and a certain someone might make an appearance.

The next update should come on 11/02/2022.

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