𝘼𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙮 ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢᵐᵖ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴ ɪɪ

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙭𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣

ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ
ʜᴏᴜʀs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ

Under the ground, near a small pond that fed into a river, a man stood, a sword with a deep purple coloring against a fire, welding the sword to his liking.

Many days ago, the man named Technoblade, went into the depths of another world, in search of a material called netherite. This material was he strongest you could get, and with enchantments? Well, let's just say god doesn't even have as much power.

The depths was called the nether, and it was filled with lava. The place was so thermogenic, it caused the nerves in your body to die, making everything frigid. Many people in this world have went into it searching for the things Technoblade has, and have had little to no luck. They ended up giving up after hours of searching through the blistering cold, while Technoblade didn't.

And he stood with his prize. A sword with the sharpest point, long blade and many enchants on it to make it much more dangerous for his enemies, and he'd have a good many in the next hours of his life he spent in this side of the earth. He dipped the sword in water, curing the hot metal so it didn't do anything he didn't want it to. He placed it on a steel armor stand with armor that shone the same color as the sword, deep purple and glowing blue.

The man with pink hair nodded his head, and dragged himself up from the armor stand, looking at the other three next to it, all with some type of weapon on them.

One with a crossbow with lethal fireworks, one with an axe with a blue handle, one with a trident that had dog tags around the staff, and the last one with the new sword. All shone brightly in the dimly lit room. All were powerful, and dangerous, and were all his.

He smiled devilishly, and a red glint filled his dark eyes, the whites darkening as he backed away from the weapons, away from the armor, away from the chests lining the wall, and up the ladder at the back. He never stopped smirking at all his hard work, no matter how it hurt.

One way or another, he'd win this revolution. He'd be on top one way, or another.

♛

Technoblade stood at the opening of Pogtopia, watching Wilbur pace back and forth, waiting for something to catch his attention. Wilbur has dark bags under his eyes, and newly-found glasses only intensified them. He mutters to himself with a fleeting smile every few seconds.

The man with the crown walks down the stairs, a frown on his face as his boots echo around the cavern. Wilbur doesn't seem to notice as the man walks up behind him, causing the man with glasses to run into Techno.

"Ahh! The Blade! Just the person I wanted to see!" Wilbur says, grabbing Technoblade's shoulders slightly, digging his short nails into the man's skin.

Looking over his features, Techno sees the gears turning over in Wilbur's head with each passing second he doesn't respond.

"Yes, what do you need?"

"I have a plan- now I want you to listen fully before you comment!" Wilbur says, a smile that stretched from one ear to the other, teeth showing. Techno nodded his head, and removed Wilbur's hands from his person, letting them fall to Wilbur's side. He frowned, but barreled onto his plan.