#techno x reader

Introducing: the Technoverse

I used this as an excuse to practice male anatomy

Swallow Your Affections Technoblade belongs to @jeeblie

Snowbleed Technoblade belongs to @zombeykat

Only When You Look At Me Technoblade belongs to @uunoia

oh boy uhh well it's no secret Technoblade despises children. They're loud, annoying, cringe, messy, unpredictable, constantly need teaching and cry when you tell them no. 

He's spent his life around warriors, blood, and strategy. Babies do not fit neatly into those categories. And Techno might have been able to outrun his more primal, piglin instincs for the majority of his life, but now? When you ask him one faithful night if he wants to have a baby? With you?? … he's a little conflicted, but not for the reason you may think.

"Techno... you think... you ever wanna have children?"

Because his mind doesn’t jump to babies or little feet running across the floor, his mind jumps to you. Childbirth, pain, blood, risk… possibly even death. Your poor body breaking itself open to bring something new into the world. To have babies means you take on all the physical responsibilities, for nine whole months at that, even after the child's born. And all he gets is the easy, fun, few-minute part and suddenly the question feels enormous. 

He looks to you slowly. “…That would hurt you.” It’s the first thing he says. Don't get it wrong, it's not a yes or no, he just fears for you.

He's killed more people than he can count, his fluency in violence remains undettered, but if anything were to happen to you? Or the baby? It'd break him and ruin him forever. 

Not only that but to raise a child means patience, gentleness, teaching, protecting something that could break if you hold it wrong. And sometimes, in the quiet parts of his mind, Techno thinks: what kind of father could the blood god's champion be?

The voices however have a COMPLETLY diffrent reaction, immediately kick the door down in his mind.

FULFILL HER REQUEST!! SHE CHOSE US!! SHE WANTS YOUR BLOOD!! SHE WANTS YOUR BABIES!! SHE WANTS YOUR SEED!! BLOOD GOD THIS IS THE HIGHEST HONOR!!

Techno pinches the bridge of his nose. “Chat… please.”

But they’re not stopping.

YOU HAVE SLAUGHTERED KINGS AND TOPPLED NATIONS AND NOW YOU HESITATE AT THIS?? THE FUTURE OF THE BLOODLINE!! MAKE BABIES. MAKE BABIES. MAKE BABIES.

Meanwhile you just sit there waiting for his answer.

Techno clears his throat awkwardly. “…We can… discuss it.” It sounds so careful because Techno isn't one to promise things lightly.

And you don't push him, you just smile that calm, patient smile of yours, the one that never rushes him. “Of course,” you say softly. “I love you Tech, no matter what.” Like you'll trust his answer is the right one, and that kind of patience always disarms him.

Techno grunts quietly, not dismissive but overwhelmed in that very Techno way where emotions show up and he doesn’t quite know what to do with them.

So he does the only thing that feels natural. He reaches out, big hand resting behind your head, and gently pulls you into a half hug, his hold warm and solid. Your shoulder tucked against his chest while his arm rests around you, and after a moment he presses a quiet kiss to the top of your hair and rubs your shoulder.

So for months after that interaction Techno thinks about it. He weighs the idea the way he weighs war strategies, turning it over in his mind while doing housework, while feeding the wolves, while watching you read by the fire.

Children.

The word alone makes him frown. Sticky little creatures, loud, chaotic, always asking why. But every time he dismisses the idea, his mind drifts back to the same thing:

You.

The way you said it.

'I love you.'

Like it was obvious, like loving him wasn’t some reckless gamble.

Eventually he brings it up to Phil. He's leaning back in a chair while Techno stands nearby sharpening his blade.

The question just slips out. “…Were you scared…?”

Phil glances over. “Of what?”

Techno hesitates.“…When you had Wilbur.”

Phil smiles immediately, knowing. “Ah man,” he says easily. “Terrified.”

Techno frowns. “…You don’t seem the type.”

Phil chuckles. “Oh well, can't all be perfect mate. No matter how hard you bloody try!” And then Phil says something that sticks in Techno’s mind forever since. “But often times I find it's usually the one's who're the most scared to be parents that end up being the best…”

That same night… Techno comes to an agreement with you over dinner to have a child. 

…

Anyways, Philza knows Techno's eye for reading. If Techno's curious, he reads about it, it's how Techno learns anything. So Phil absolutely lends him all the books he could ever need. Pregnancy guides, parenting advice, medical diagrams, even old kid ones from when Wilbur and Tommy were little for the baby.

Techno studies every page, every night. He highlights sections, writes notes in the margins, the same way he studies historical texts. 

And then weeks pass…Then months… many, many months of trying and trying and… nothing.

At first Techno stays relatively calm. It makes sense, logically that well… these things take time. So he continues reading the books. He knows about the cycles, the odds, the biology. He treats it like any other system. Observe, learn, adjust.

Then these small anxious thoughts creep in.

Did he misunderstand something? Was there a part of the process he missed? He's part piglin and you're all human… Could a child even be conceived at all?? Do you… need something specific?? Or is it something wrong with him??

You’ll catch him rereading the same page three times, going back over sections he already memorized. Cross-referencing like he’s solving a problem that should have already been solved.

The voices start picking at it too.

THIS SHOULD HAVE WORKED!! IT'S BEEN MONTHS!! THE TIMING WAS CORRECT!! ARE WE DEFECTIVE??

Techno shuts the book a little harder than necessary. “…We are not defective.” But the thought lingers anyway.

He then starts watching you more closely, not in a creepy way, just careful. He checks if you're tired, if you're eating enough, if you seem stressed because in his mind, if something’s wrong, it’s his responsibility to fix it.

At one point he almost brings it up. “…Do you think we should—” Then stops, because he doesn’t want to worry you. So instead poor Techno just tries harder.

He absolutely considers asking Phil. Stares at a blank sheet of paper, inked quill in hand, like it might leave. Then stops, because how do you even phrase that? ‘Hey Phil, hypothetically, if reproduction isn’t working at the expected rate…’

No.

He slides the paper aside, opens another book.

Then one morning, it all happened so unexpectedly. He's downstairs, doing something mundane like sharpening a blade, or fixing a hinge, something normal.

And then he hears your soft footsteps coming down the ladder. 

Before he can even turn fully you're already there throwing your arms around him, kissing him like you can’t hold it in.

“Tech—TECH—!! I’m pregnant!”

Techno freezes completely like time just cut out for a sec. The words don't land right away, they hover and echo in his head. He looks at you like he's checking if this is real. Then slowly, carefully, his hands come to your waist.

“…are you sure…?” His voice is low, almost disbelieving.

You're nodding, squealing, kissing his cheek. “Yes, yes!! Oh my god!!” 

Relief just breaks open in his heart, warm and sudden and overwhelming. Like he’s been holding his breath for months without realizing it. And before he can think he picks you up effortlessly in his arms, like you weight nothing. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist and he just holds you up there, solid and secure.

And for once, Technoblade doesn’t hold back, and he smiles, ACTUALLY smiles, a real one!! Soft and wide and a little disbelieving. He presses his forehead to yours first and kisses you again and again like he needs to make sure you're real, that this is real.

The voices cheer.

IT WORKED!! SHE CARRIES LIFE!! SHE CARRIES OUR BLOOD!! WE ARE NOT DEFECTIVE!!

Techno huffs out a quiet laugh against your lips. “…Told you.”

He doesn’t put you down right away, he just stands there holding you like you're something precious he almost lost without ever having.

His hands tighten just slightly at your back, grounding and protective, and when he finally pulls back, his thumb brushes your cheek. Still a little stunned, still a little in awe.

“…Alright.”

For the first time in a sea of quiet anxiety, he feels joy. Quiet, deep, undeniable joy settling into his chest like something that was always meant to be there.

And if you thought Techno was thoughtful and attentive before pregnancy, WHILE you're pregnant is a whole different story.

Because here’s the thing about piglin culture...

Piglins are born in the nether, a place so cruel and unforgiving anything soft or ungaurded rarely survives. Life does not come easy there, so piglins, native to the nether, genuinely believe woman are divine goddesses, as they are the only ones capable of giving life. Women are the only reason male piglins exist at all, and if every male piglin didn't meet their standards they'd all die out. They're full aware of the fact that without the women, they're nothing and ultimately lack purpose. 

So basically in piglin society, the women are the only ones who have any say in who gets to breed, and not every male is chosen, not even most. Their standards are notoriously high as they priorities strength, survival, worth, everything is measured. Because to be chosen is not just to mate, it is to be trusted to father the next generation, and such a priveldge is not handed out to just any idiot.

So male piglins grow up knowing this. You either earn it, or you don’t get it at all.

And you? You've basically chosen Techno, like he's worthy of mating. You asked Techno first for children, It means you trust his blood, his strength, his future, it means you believe the world should have more of him in it... and that thought almost hurts.

Before your pregnancy, even before you at all, this more primal-piglin side of Techno was one that was easily ignored and laid dormant inside of him for a long time, he honestly thought he'd die childless. 

But now when you're pregnant? He's become completely and utterly devoted to you.

You don’t ask for things, they’re already done. You don’t reach for things, they’re already in your hands. You shift slightly in your seat, he’s already looking over. You don’t even stand up without him noticing. 

“…What do you need.” It's all immediate.

Then comes the gold.

Every week of your pregnancy, Techno forges you a new gift made out of gold by hand. The first piece is simple, a thin gold bracelet and he hands it to you like it’s nothing.

“…Made this.”

And then the next week he gives you a necklace, the week after a pair of earings, then something more intricate, something with tiny carved details, maybe patterns that resemble your heartbeat, maybe symbols of protection, maybe even small subtle nods to piglin tradition. Marks that mean mine in the softest, most reverent way.

By the time months pass, you have an entire collection. Each piece more beautiful than the last, each one a quiet declaration that you're precious, honored and protected.

The voices are absolutely chanting every time he finishes one.

GOLD FOR THE MOTHER!! ADORN HER!! SHOW DEVOTION!!

Don't even get started on the chores. Techno does everything without question.

The cooking is more than handled (his food's delicious), the cleaning's already done, chopping wood, hunting, repairs, caring for the animals—you don’t even see him do it half the time it just all gets done miraculously by the time you get out of bed.

You try to help once, feeling bad he's been taking on all the housework by himself.

He gently takes whatever you’re holding out of your hands.

“…No.”

“It’s just a small—”

“No.”

End of discussion.

Sounds harsh but Techno would first get crushed by an anvil over the head a hundred times than have his pregnant wife do any kind of work.

And don't even mention any sort of cravings to him, cause he'd treat the most simple craving into an emergency supply mission.

“Ugh Techno… I kind of want strawberries.”

There are no strawberries nearby. There haven’t been strawberries within twenty miles since forever.

Then Technoblade disappears, and four hours later... he returns with strawberries. He will not explain where he got them. He will not acknowledge the mud on his cloak. He simply sets them on the table like it was inevitable.

“Eat.”

Or later when you complain you're feet are cold, you literally only mentioned it one time. Once!!

The next day Techno quietly hands you a pair of thick hand-sewn wool socks. They’re soft, warm, clearly made by his massive hands doing extremely careful stitching.

"These are really nice," you then raise an eyebrow. “…Did you make these?”

“…Nahh,” too quick. “Some nerd probably did.”

You catch him later fixing a tiny stitch with a needle the size of a toothpick in his giant fingers. Because yes Piglin culture takes pregnancy this seriously, every little thing he does would put a bare-minimum-man into a coma. So now every night he kneels beside the bed and helps pull the socks onto your feet like it’s some sacred ritual.

And tonights just that. You lay down for bed and Techno's sat on the edge of the mattress. He gently lifts your foot into his hands and pulls the warm socks on. One foot, then the other. Then he tucks the blankets around you like you're something fragile and precious.

Before he lays down he always rests a hand over your stomach, which has now grown more obvious nearing your thrid trimester.

Just for a moment he's checking, gaurding, feeling the faint movements beneath.

And every single time the voices scream praises.

A TINY HEARTBEAT!! SHE GROWS A FEIRCE WARRIOR!! THE BLOOD CHILD!! OUR HEIR!!

Meanwhile Techno just lays there beside you, calm as ever.

But his hand never leaves your belly.

how about some kissing headcannons with techno? First kiss, morning kisses, hello/goodbye kisses, etc?

ty king/queen

Kissing Headcanons — DSMP!Technoblade

First Kiss

Techno is not smooth. At all.

He thinks he’s planning the perfect moment — quiet night, a warm fire, maybe he even remembers to brew tea — but when the moment actually comes, he’s just staring at you like:“So uh. I’ve been thinking about kissing you.”

He says it incredibly serious. Like it's a battle strategy.

You laugh, and he short-circuits.

You end up leaning in first — slow, gentle, a brush of lips.

When you pull away, his cheeks are pink, eyes wide, tail slightly wagging (if we’re going slightly SBI-lore adjacent).

He whispers:“...That was nice. We should do that again.” voice a little shaky but happy.

Morning Kisses

Morning Techno is a sleep monster.

He rolls over and drapes himself over you like a weighted blanket that smells like pine smoke.

Your first kiss of the day is usually:

half on your cheek

half on your eyebrow

because he is not awake yet

He grumbles something like:“mrph… be still… warm…” and refuses to let you get up.

If you kiss his forehead, he makes a very soft content grunt. (You have discovered his off-switch.)

Hello / Goodbye Kisses

Pairing : Technoblade x reader

Content (MDNI!) : fem!reader, Techno is a munch (again), oral (f receiving), vàginal sèx, hair pulling, body worship

Word count : 2.4k (I am a whore for this man)

A/N : fan art by Ekaterina Simoguk on artstation. This is heavily inspired by this post by @ushiimushiio. The way I write the Voices is also heavily inspired by @uunoia's fanfic OWYLAM.

NO- NO ! YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG !!

HIT FROM A DIFFERENT ANGLE, YOU IDIOT !!

OH MY GOD, THERE'S A DENT !!!

Techno sighed, feeling a headache start to form, a small throb behind his eyes.

"Chat, there's no-" 

Fuck. There was a dent.

This is from a chapter in OWYLAM by @uunoia GO CHECK IT OUT

Why is he so fine

Why is mc so fine

Red Sun!Technoblade low-key staring at MC before joining the conversation in chapter 5 because he is so confused as to why the fuck the voices go crazy over this woman and why is her voice so captivating when she talks and WHO EVEN IS SHE-?

poor guy can’t catch a break.

(Imagine wanting fan art of your fic so badly that you have to make it yourself. What kind of loser would be so desperate-?)

Basically the Greek myth about the minotaur but Technoblade is the monster. I wonder how this will turn out?

Oneshot

2.5k words

Today would be the day you die.

That was what you thought as you stood at the entrance of an imposing doorway, almost twice your own height. The doors were locked shut by a large metal sliding lock, and two of the king’s guards stood on either side.

The door was said to lead to a labyrinth, a cold unforgiving prison designed to keep in the half man, half pig hybrid that had once ravaged your nation.

You’d heard that the monster was strong enough to beat one hundred armed soldiers alone in combat, leaving battlefields and cities soaked in blood as he went on an uncontrolled rampage. It was only through the careful effort of the king and queen, along with a skilled inventor, that they were able to lure him into his prepared prison where he resided until today.

To keep the beast entertained in his elaborate jail cell, every few years, nine young men and nine young women were to be sacrificed. Tossed into the labyrinth to be hunted by the monster.

You were one of those sacrifices.

You yelped as the guard leading you tugged on your rope. It was connected to a metal collar around your neck and you couldn’t help but move forward. The other guards unlocked the door and opened it just wide enough for your body to slip through, before promptly pushing you inside. They tossed the rope in with you.

The last sliver of the outside world disappeared as they slammed the heavy doors behind you.

You observed your surroundings. You seemed to be in a dark tunnel, possibly underground, sparsely lit by old torches. The floor was rough and dusty. The walls towered over you and were too smooth for you to climb.

You wondered if you should wait by the door for when they let in the next sacrifice but that would take several days. It was the guards’ way of stretching out the fun for the monster, or else everyone would be killed at the same time, barely sating the beast’s bloodlust.

You shivered, both from the thought and from the chill creeping into your skin. The white sacrificial cloth and sandals that they had dressed you in did little to protect you from the cold. The only way to keep warm would be to move.

Your footsteps echoed as you walked through the abandoned tunnels. Every time the tunnels split, you chose the path to your right. Not that it mattered – the labyrinth was designed to fool even the smartest humans. The stone all looked the same under the darkness, so there were no visual cues to follow. The pathways were also confusing, sometimes turning at right angles, sometimes at sharp, narrow angles. Sometimes, the walls curved gently, leading you down a winding path that had you feeling like you were walking in circles. Not to mention the floor sloped up and down, and you actually groaned when you saw stairs. No doubt there were multiple levels to this labyrinth. It was designed so no one should be able to escape. The sunlight was also completely blocked out, meaning you would have no sense of time.

Sometimes you thought you heard footsteps, or even hoof steps behind you. It would send you into a panic, but when you looked around, you didn’t see anyone. Most likely it was the monster, but it also could have been the echoes of your own footsteps.

After a few hours, you heard dripping water. You decided to follow it to see if you could find a water source.

You entered an open room surrounded by moss and algae. Near the opposite wall, there was a stone basin where water was collected from a dripping pipe. You rushed forward and collapsed in front of the basin in relief. You scooped the water into your mouth, not caring if it was clean or not. Then you rubbed water over your face and body to cleanse yourself of the dust that had gathered on the skin.

It was only then that you realized how tired your feet were. This was as good a place as any to rest. You laid down on the stone and drifted off to sleep.

You awoke to the sound of footsteps and quickly perked up. Standing a few meters away from you was a man wearing an animal skull on his head. Long, pink hair draped behind his back, coarse and tied into a loose braid. The dark atmosphere of the labyrinth made him even more intimidating.

The empty eye sockets of the skull mask seemed to bore into your soul.

“Who are you?” You asked.

He rolled his neck, toned muscle peeking out from the top of his shirt. “Who do you think I am?”

“Are you a hero?”

He seemed surprised at your answer. You felt his demeanor shift, from imposing to curiosity, though he stayed silent.

 “I mean, your clothes look a lot better quality than mine, so you’re clearly not a sacrifice. And you also look strong- I’ve heard of heroes wanting to kill the hog beast that lives in this labyrinth, so maybe you’re the first one to make it in?” You stumbled over your own words. You hoped this man wouldn’t kill you out of pure annoyance.

To your relief, he seemed happy about your answer.

“Yeah… Sure, I guess you could say I’m a warrior.”  

His voice, deep and husky, sent shivers down your spine. You tried not to let it show.

He walked closer to you and offered his hand. Graciously, you took it. His fingers were thick and calloused, but they wrapped gently around your delicate ones as he helped you stand. You brushed off some dust that had collected on your robes.

“Great, do you have a plan to get us out of here?” You asked.

He put his hand to his chin thoughtfully. “I want to get more information about the… monster. What do you know about him?”

“Well,” you started, eager to be helpful. “They say that the monster is strong enough to best one hundred men in battle. He’s got an insatiable thirst for blood. He kills to eat, but he also kills for fun. Parents would tell their kids that the labyrinth monster would kidnap and eat them if they were misbehaving.”

He scoffed. “Well, maybe he wouldn’t be eating them if they weren’t so damn annoying.”

You were shocked. “Wait, does he really eat children?”

“Nah, just gives them a good scare. Children don’t have enough meat on their bones to be worth it.” He laughed like it was a morbid joke. “And he usually only starts fights with those that provoke him first. If he kills someone, it’s for a reason.”

“Sounds like you know more about the monster than me.” You commented.

“Ah, well, that’s just hearsay you get from travelling. It’s all old news. He might be a bit crazier now.”

“Yeah, I suppose spending years in this labyrinth would make anyone go insane.” You spoke.

He stretched his arms, grunting. “Alright, looks like our best plan is to keep going through the labyrinth. See if we can find more information-”

Your stomach grumbled.

Right, you hadn’t eaten in a whole day.

You tried to play it off, but the man hit you with an amused smirk.

“Hungry?”

You glared at him. “I’ve had nothing but water since entering this place.”

The man dug around his pockets and handed you a single cooked potato. It was still warm. You looked at him, confused.

“Eat up. We can’t move if you’re starving.”

--

The two of you spent some time in that chamber. He told you his name was Technoblade, and you told him yours in return. He watched you intently as you chewed through the potato with nothing but your teeth and hands, as if you were a fascinating specimen on display.

Once your hunger was sated, the two of you took a few last sips of water, then began exploring the rest of the labyrinth. Technoblade made you lead the way while he followed behind. He seemed completely at ease, which made you feel relaxed as well.

"Do you think you're strong enough to slay to monster?" You asked after you had been walking in silence for a while.

He barked out a laugh at your question. "Yeah, I'd say we're about the same strength."

When you became cold from the creeping chill of the dark labyrinth, he placed his thick cape on your shoulders. “I’m used to the cold.” He said. You were immensely grateful. The fabric was high quality and bordered with soft fur, finer than anything you’ve ever worn your whole life.

On the off chance you came across a water source, you would take the opportunity to rest. Technoblade asked about your life before coming into the labyrinth. Truth be told, your family was poor, and you had to steal to survive. That meant you were labelled as a criminal, one of the best categories of people to be used as a sacrifice.

Sensing that you were uncomfortable talking about your living conditions, he asked more about the stories you were told as a child, apart from the labyrinth monster. You told him about forest nymphs, legendary knights and princesses, witches, seers, three-headed dragons and sirens. He listened intently to your stories, as if entranced, and you even continued narrating when the two of you started moving again.

When your feet became too sore to continue walking, and there was no water source to use as an excuse, you would sit, back resting against the wall. It seemed that Technoblade never got tired. By the third time you wanted to rest like this, he became impatient, scooping you up in his arms bridal style like you weighed nothing, despite your protests.

“Put me down! You’ll use up all your energy!” You cried.

“It’s no burden on me, as long as you keep telling me that story about the cyclops.” He chuckled.

You were too tired to fight against him. You rested your head against his chest, seeing there was nowhere else to lean it. Eventually, you fell asleep to the rhythmic movement of his walking.

--

When you woke, you were resting on a soft bed. Next to you, there was a wooden wall. A cozy lamp hung from the ceiling. There was even a bedside table where a glass of water was placed, waiting for you. Was that sunlight coming through the window? It seemed like you were inside someone’s cabin.

Wait - weren’t you just in the labyrinth?

Did Techno save you? That would be the only reason why you were somewhere safe and warm. Did he slay the monster? Oh no, what if he was injured?

Your mind rushed with hundreds of possibilities.

“Technoblade?” You called out, cautiously. Your voice sounded meek and pathetic.

When there was no reply, you stepped out of the bed and walked across the room.

“Techno?” You called again.

This time he appeared, his large frame entirely blocking the doorway. He had removed his skull mask. His face was littered with a few battle scars, and you could see two tusks protruding from his mouth. His eyes were an unnaturally bright shade of red, twin rubies that drew all your attention.

Regardless, you were glad to see him. You rushed forward and wrapped your arms around his torso.

He seemed pleased with your reaction. “You called, darling?”

You smiled at him, even ignoring the nickname. “Where are we?”

“We’re in the pig-monster’s house.”

“Wait -huh?” Your confusion was evident. You tried to pull away, but Technoblade’s strong hands gripped your arms, holding you in a vice grip against his body. 

“When the labyrinth was built, they built it around the monster’s house while he was sleeping.” He began to explain. “It was clever, real clever. They started with a thick chain net to cover the house. Then they build a wooden fence around it. Outside the wood, there was obsidian, then end stone, creating a wall that would take even the beast a long time to break through with his bare hands. Outside of that, they built a maze of pathways at rapid speed, caging the monster for years.”

“Then we need to get out of here! The monster could return at any time!”

“Ah, wait.” He shushed you. “The ‘monster’ has already returned.”

You froze. He couldn’t possibly mean that.

You looked up at him. His eyes were glowing with anticipation. He was smiling, but to you, it looked like he was baring his teeth. Those tusks were probably sharp enough to tear your skin-

You tried to push past him, tried to sneak into that little gap between his body and the doorframe so you could escape.

“Let me go!” You shrieked.

To your surprise, he actually did loosen his grip. It was enough for you to go running into the hallway, past the menacing weapons that hung on the wall, and into the foyer. You fumbled with the lock on the door leading outside.

“Silly human, you won’t be able to outrun me!” His deep voice reverberated through the walls, but he was taking his time, as if he was amused by your escape attempt.

You got the door open, and stumbled into a potato patch. Dirt covered the white cloth hugging your body and your knees ached with pain, but you couldn’t stop. You pushed forward, jumped through the enormous hole that had been made in the wooden fence, then passed the obsidian and stone layers, tumbling into a dark tunnel again.

But you couldn’t give up now.

You began running blindly down the tunnel. Behind you, you could hear footsteps, hoof steps closing in.

Strong claws grasped the back of your robes, lifting you effortlessly into the air.

The monster, Technoblade, spun you around to face him. His body had morphed, turning him into a giant, bipedal hog with tusks like knives on his face. His red eyes glowed. It would have been enough to make the most experienced warriors cower in fear.

“I must admit, the chase was fun. It seems like you’ve still got some fight in ya.” He growled.

“I- I trusted you!” You said accusingly. Tears were starting to form in your eyes.

As if reacting to your tears, he lowered you so your feet were touching the ground, though his hands still remained twisted around the fabric of your robes. You were facing the dark tunnel again, with your back to him.

“Do you see that?” He said, leaning over you and nodding his tusks toward the darkness. “I figured, if I can’t find a path out of this labyrinth, then I might as well go through it. I’ve created a tunnel that goes straight through the walls. Soon enough, we’ll be out of here.”

We?

That meant he wasn’t going to kill you… yet.

“I’m thinking I’ll build a nice home, hidden far away from the humans. I’ve learned they can be quite a… nuisance when they work together.”

You gulped.

“But, living in this labyrinth has taught me about the burden of loneliness. I’m thinking I’d like to have a little wife to keep me company.”

With that, he scooped you up into his arms, carrying you bridal style.