unknown number; technoblade [EDITING]

seventeen.

thankfully, she clutches with her water bucket and makes her way back up the platform. "that was so dope. i'm so cool."

"that was pretty cool." paul states, "the last crystal is all yours."

she quickly breaks it before going down to the unopened portal, the two waiting for the dragon to fly down and hitting it as many times as they can.

"do you want the last hit?" he asks as he watches the dragons health bar go down at a rapid pace.

"yes!" she says, getting the final hit on the dragon before the light emits from it, signaling its death.

the two watch the game credits scroll across their screens as sibyl cheers loudly, waving her arms over her head. "techno, we did it! we fucking did it!"

she leans over in her chair, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing his cheek softly. "we did it!" he cheers, a wide smile adorning his facial features.

the two celebrate for a while longer before he decides to end the stream. the two bid goodbye to chat before he ends it, and once he does sibyl stands up and stretches her arms over her head.

"i am god. i defeated the motherfucking ender dragon." she says, a silly smile never leaving her face. it was roughly eleven o'clock by then, giving her three more hours before she needed to start getting ready for work.

the two spend those three hours laying together on the couch, giggling at the conspiracy theories fans came up with about the two of them as youtube plays in the background.

sibyl lifts her head off of the older mans chest, making him whine and attempt to pull her back. "it's two, i've still got to shower before i get ready."

he pouts as she lifts herself off of the couch, watching as she cracks her back and gives herself a chance to stretch out her legs. "i'll be in your room by the time you get out, so please be clothed." he jokes, making her roll her eyes as he stands up.

"i'll be sure to keep that in mind." she laughs as the two make their way up the stairs. she grabs her work clothes, which is just a plain grey t shirt and a pair of jeans, as well as her undergarments and makes her way into the bathroom.

techno plops himself onto her bed, limbs stretched out around him, making him look like a starfish. he looks around her room, taking in the sight and attempting to commit it to memory, like he'll never be back.

her room smells like lavender and her fruity perfume, and the walls are painted a light grey color. the room is basked in a purple glow from her lights, which he once thought was silly, but the color had grown to comfort him. it was her favorite color, after all.

the wall in front of her desk is practically covered in art, most of the pieces being drawings of anime characters, as well as some pictures she has taped to the wall. he sits up, his brown eyes scanning over the photos.

he sees one of gwynne, daniel and her as well as an older couple, presumably her parents. her mother was rather plump, and her hair was the same shade as sibyl's but much curlier, and adorned with random strands of silver. she has a warm smile on her face, showing a tooth gap and making the skin around her eyes wrinkle.

sibyl's father, on the other hand, adorns a practically emotionless voice, his skin darker than the other four. sibyl had once told him that her father spent the majority of his time outside, so he was always dark, even in the winter. his hair was long, flowing over his shoulders and a dirty blonde shade.

sibyl never spoke to him much about her parents, just the details that he needed to know. he couldn't help but wonder what life was like for her when her parents were still around.

his eyes scan over more pictures, many of them being from when sibyl was still in high school. she finds one that stands out, though. it was her and gwynne with red solo cups in their hands, leaning into each other and flashing toothy smiles at whoever was taking the photo.

sibyl's hair was far past her waist in the photo and curled into small ringlets. she wore a black dress, and she had gold beads wrapped around her neck as well as a headband with the numbers '2019' on it.

he presumes that the photo was taken on new years of 2018, making sibyl nineteen in it. he smiles softly at the sight as the bathroom door swings open, revealing sibyl with a towel wrapped around her hair and her work clothes on.

"whatcha looking at?" she asks, plopping down at the desk, looking over the photos with him.

she laughs, pointing at the same photo he was just looking at. "gwynne got black out drunk that night and showed up at my parents house. she attempted to kidnap danny, but failed and just passed out on our couch instead. poor boy was like, thirteen at the time."

he chuckles, "sounds like something she would do."

"my mom was horrified when she woke up to gwynne practically in a coma on our couch. she called me and told me she thought she was dead." she smiles fondly at the thought. "she always loved gwynne. we actually took her in my sophomore year, and she stayed with us until the two of us moved out after graduating."

"how come?" he asks, excited to hear the story.

"she lived alone with her dad, and he lost his job and couldn't afford to take care of her anymore. so, he dropped her off at our house and nobody has seen him since." she says, filling in her eyebrows. "so she found parents in mine. and we treated her like she was apart of the family, because at that point she was."

!tw: death!

he nods softly as he sees her furrowing her eyebrows in the mirror, seemingly debating something in her head. "i think she took it harder than danny and i did when my mom passed. because for her, that was the second mother she had that died. her actual mom passed in child birth with her younger brother." she sigh, putting her brush down. "he passed away, too. and she beat herself up for it for a really long time."