wings of fire {Technoblade x reader}

two

you have thought about it. your ok with meeting tubbos friends. but like you said. you will fight back if needed. now your in your tree. your house is on a tree. treehouse? mostlikely you can call it that. you swing your legs as you look at the nice sunrise. you always wake up early to get food. you wait for it too be fully day first. leaving you with a nice sunrise all the time to start your day. you meet tubbo in the evening so you have plenty of time to do stuff. "food timeeeeee" you hum as you swoop down from the tree and scavenge above ground looking for food. you didnt find much food but found a garden. you just stole from there. "hmmmm" your now in the garden opening chests looking for food to eat. "bread?. hm. wait wtf how did they get golden apples??" you stare at the apple very confused on how the hell this person who lived here even got the thing. "eh whatever." you bite into the apple until you see a person walking up to the cow farm thats some what far away some what not. "oh fuck" you curse to yourself as you swoop up into the trees before they could see you. "didnt lose my apple" you hide in the tree and munch on the apple. the person seems to kill and breed some cows. then they walk over too the chests and open them all until they get to the one you stole from. "where the hell did my bread go?!?!. most importantly my golden apple?!?!!?" the male voice curses out. 'oh fuck-' you think too yourself you shift your spot to get more inside the tree. "what was that??" the males voice says and looks around. "ehhhhhh whatever" thats all you hear before the male walks away. then you hear another male voice scream "WHAT THE FUCKK WHY DID YOU STEAL ALL THE FOOD AT LEAST GIVE ME SOME" this voice is less monotone then the other one. more sqeaky. "tommy we have a whole potato farm. if you want food go harvest some yourself." 'tommy' you think. 'is that the dude tubbo always talks about?' "OH LISTEN HERE YOU-" "tommy calm. i got tubbo on the way here to give us more info on what quackity and schlatt." the more british one speaks. 'who is that one??'