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Some Foolish (and Sam!) appreciation from Technos stream!

Techno: Yo, this is the most convenient sandstone ever. Shout out to whoever mined all this sand. Was it Foolish?

Eryn (overlapping): Yeah. It was probably Foolish to be honest.

Techno: Foolish is like one of the only good builders on this server. Thank god they added him.

Phil: Yeah, he's ridiculous.

Eryn: Yeah it's like Foolish and Sam. Without Foolish and Sam it would just be little like dirt shacks. 'Cause everyone's just like PVP players.

“What did they do to you in that team Tommy?!”

Philza Antarctic Anarchist design?

“I am not the chosen one”

Distinctly ordinary Tommy decides “you know what, I’m tired of this shitty ass country being ruled by a green tyrant. I’m gonna fix it.” Despite you know, not being the chosen one spoken of in the Prophecy. Wilbur is completely on board with this idea and decides to help him (knowing more about it than he lets on). He’s the reason Tommy knows of said prophecy.

Tommy does some research and finds out the chosen one is a guy called “The Blood God” but the last time anyone saw that guy, it was to farm potatoes…obsessively. For some reason everyone is afraid of the guy and multitools people take the time to warn Tommy about approaching the Blood God. Apparently several people who tried to get him to fulfil his destiny came back maimed? Or didn’t come back at all??? Even Wilbur warns him that trying to beseech the blood god to do his fucking job likely won’t work.

So Tommy with zero self preservation goes and turns to Wilbur.

“Wilbur! I got an idea. Let’s kidnap him! We only need him for the final part of the prophecy. Let’s bring him with us, and then all he has to do is touch the rock or whatever! It’s brilliant!”

Bemused, Wilbur agrees.

They go find the blood god in his residence - from a lead Wilbur knew of - and the closer they get, the colder feet Wilbur seems to get. Eventually its left to Tommy to knock at the door, with Wilbur sulking behind him like a moody teenager.

The door opens and it’s a hulking piglin of a man, holding a dagger and glaring even more. His nose twitches.

“What do you want?”

“Hi! We want you to fulfil your destiny-“

The door slams shut unceremoniously. Wilbur stifles a laugh.

They move onto plan b which is kidnapping the blood god. They sneak in the back door come night time and manage to catch him off guard using some potions Wilbur brought with him for the special occasion.

They’re in the middle of lugging out unconscious techno when they hear a katana unsheathe and suddenly there’s a guy in green robes and black wings darker than the night sky. Wilbur shrivels a little.

“What are you doing?” Says Philza, beloved of Death.

Tommy adjusts his grip on Technoblade’s arms. His mouth gapes.

“Hiiiii dad. We’re taking Techno to fulfil his destiny” Wilbur says hesitantly.

Tommy for once is silent. For all of two seconds.

“What do you mean dad???! You knew him this whole time?? And what do you mean “Techno”??”

Cue realization that Wilbur is the blood gods estranged brother, and has been casually sitting on this information since meeting Tommy years ago.

Philza cocks his head. Then he sighs.

“Go on then. Your brother has been putting it off long enough. Best of luck when he wakes up though.”

Techno gives hell when he wakes up, fights the entire time of the adventure, but eventually agrees yeah it’s time. The rest of the adventure happens. Haven’t thought about it much yet. During it Trchno sees the corruption he’s ignored for the past however many years and actually feels a bit of guilt.

Near the end techno ditches the party. Tommy decides in his anger, “screw that guy, we’ll kill Dream ourselves. They go and are getting their shit wiped. The end has the epic fight of dream about to kill Tommy.

“You were never going to succeed.”

Tommy sees a a shadow lurking behind Dream. A ragged smile and relief lights his face.

“I know.” he says, spitting out a mouthful of blood. But he will.”

Cue techno vs dream showdown cause techno couldn’t let this loser kill himself like an idiot. Prophecy is fulfilled but only because the ordinary took it upon themselves to make it happen.