Chapter 7: Writings
Scenario: Idk sometime in between Techno retiring and Tommy invading his home.
Technoblade took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. He sighed, knowing he shouldn't be up this late, but he couldn't fall asleep, so he'd headed downstairs just to write a few things down. He was keeping a diary, but he'd written almost everything down except for the voices in his head. He didn't want those any other place than his head.
He set his slightly broken glasses down, and for a moment just let the silence seep into him. It was peaceful in the north, with the quiet snow covering the ground like a blanket. It was such a difference from recent events that it was nearly scary how easily he'd adapted to this lifestyle. For a few days he had been worried that he would completely give up his violent nature, but then a mob attacked his house and he discovered that it could resurface just fine.
If Techno ever got tired of being a violent anarchist, he could always settle down and write a novel. He didn't think that would happen, though. The voices were too loud and the call for blood was too strong. When Tommy had first arrived, Techno thought that things were only going to get more chaotic, and in a way they did, but it also helped him realize that he was mostly content. Living in the snowy north, occasionally committing minor terrorism, and spending time with Tommy and Ghostbur.
It wasn't a bad life at all.
Sorry this one is so short. I'm running out of ideas, so if you have an idea let me know lol. Thanks for reading!