A Gentle Soul (Technoblade x reader)

XL

The Disk
In which you watch Tommy give up what he wants

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Tommy's hurried return brought a sense of urgency to the conversation. "Guys, Ranboo just told me something big. Tubbo's planning to murder Dream, and Dream will be here with no armor."

Technoblade chuckled, "Well, it seems like we're not the only ones who earned a prime spot on L'Manburg's hit list. Maybe we should get some commemorative t-shirts made."

(Y/n) smirked, "I'm sure they'd sell like hotcakes. 'Survived L'Manburg's Wrath' – a real collector's item."

Tommy, although tense, couldn't help but crack a small smile at their banter.

The trio, hidden in the shadows, observed as Dream's arrival disrupted the festivities. His imposing figure, clad in full netherite armor, commanded attention. Tubbo and the rest of the cabinet begrudgingly followed his lead, creating a somber procession through the once lively festival.

(Y/n), Techno, and Tommy silently trailed behind, exchanging wary glances. The air was thick with tension as Dream addressed the crowd, his words echoing through the night. The trio remained hidden, keenly aware of the brewing confrontation.

Tommy whispered, "What's Dream up to, and why is Tubbo following him like that?"

Technoblade's eyes narrowed, his mind working through the possibilities. (Y/n) maintained a watchful gaze, ready to act if the situation escalated. The clandestine trio moved with caution, staying close enough to witness the unfolding events while avoiding detection.

Technoblade's voice cut through the chaos as he gestured toward a nearby building. "Get to the high ground, (Y/n). Find a roof and keep an eye on what's happening."

(Y/n) nodded in acknowledgment, swiftly finding a vantage point on a nearby roof. The shattered remains of the community house lay below, a testament to the unfolding chaos. From her elevated position, she had a clear view of the turmoil about to transpire.

Meanwhile, Technoblade and Tommy positioned themselves strategically so they could hear the conversation, ready for whatever might unfold. The tension in the air was palpable as Dream continued his monologue, and Tubbo and the cabinet faced the consequences of their actions.

The remnants of the shattered community house served as a haunting backdrop to the intense confrontation unfolding below. The fractured walls echoed with Dream's accusatory words, each syllable resonating with frustration and disappointment.

"He's not even supposed to be here!" Fundys voice carried a plea..

"We were this close to peace! I trusted you guys for once, ever!" Dream snapped at them.

"Wait, we had no– we had nothing to do with this!" Fundy's protest was drowned in the waves of defences.

"This has nothing to do with us! We have no affiliation," Ranboo's calm assertion met with Dream's rising anger.

"So you're telling me you– you didn't know at all? You had no idea...?!" Dream's frustration spilled out.

"Why would you feel we would do some dumb shit that Tommy does? Why?" Quackity's incredulity mingled with the tension.