3 Chapter 2

"STOP! Do NOT do this!"

Tommy's voice rings out and he takes a step forward.

"Not another step!" I bellow and in my free hand I stick my crossbow out menacingly. I am not playing. Dream cackles in the back, clapping loudly.

"Listen, Techno! We can talk about this!"

"Do you think you're a hero, Tommy?" I ask, monotone as everyone yells at me. The sound mixed with the voices makes my knuckles go white around the crossbow. Even Phil's voice is mixed in.

~He thinks he's a hero, what a fool. Foolish little boy.

"DO YOU THINK YOU'RE A HERO?" I yell and silence becomes them all. "Is that what this is?"

"No, I- I just wanted- I just wanted L'Manburg." Tommy whines, shoulders drooping in a defeated way. I snort, shaking my head disappointedly.

"No, you just wanted power." I say flatly, looking the young boy directly in the eyes. "But that's the thing about this world. Good things don't happen to heroes. Let me tell you a story,"

I step forward leisurely, swinging my crossbow around lazily as the story of Theseus rolls off my tongue. Heart strings strain somewhere deep below.

"There once was a man named Theseus who fought for his country, to save his home at the potential cost of his own life. He won, he slayed the minotaur. And you know how his country thanked him? They exiled him. He died in disgrace. That's what happens to heroes, Tommy."

I step back, in between the two small, fatal piles of sand.

"But if you want to be a hero Tommy, that's fine." I smile a little as people tense up, giggles bouncing around in my head.

"Techno, don't you do this." Phil warns like a father to a small child, but I'm a grown man now, he of all people should know that nothing good comes from government.

"If you want to be a hero Tommy, THEN DIE LIKE ONE!" I roar as I put down the final skulls in the sand. A deep booming noise shakes me to my core and purple light erupts from the sand. People cry in fear, scrambling away, even the mighty Dream backs up shakily.

The sand moves on its own and it makes a circle, opening a portal to hell. The six skulls float upwards majestically, and a long line of blackish brown sand comes up from the purple portals. I glance in the circle of light and get a perfect view of the Nether, just as hellish, and fiery as the time I left it. The sand connects to the skulls and an ashy ribcage is brought out of both portals, and everything connects to get a three-head beast of destruction. The Wither on my right opens its mouth and roars a shrill roar before spitting a smaller skull out that flies past Tubbo's head and destroys a sizeable part of the already massacred earth.

"CHAOS" I yell over everyone as the Withers go and destroy what is left of Manburg.

~CHAOS! CHAOS! CHAOS!

I send an arrow towards someone's head, faces a blur as excitement, mine, and certain others, cloud my mind. I wildly spin and attack with no real plan in mind, just having pure fun.

The fight that follows is a distorted smear, a blur of black bones and blackened bones. Pain in the form of screams float through the air. It felt like a shuddered sigh had barely left my lungs before one Wither had fallen. I yelled in anger as an arrow sent a wave of power out as it was launched towards the beast, then sending a wave of defeat to me as the beat fell from the sky.

Phil's back muscles tense as he prepares to soar to the sky in pursuit of the remaining Wither. The Wither wobbles in the sky, showing weakness.

~Guess we'll have to do it ourselves.

I grunt in agreement as I swing the trident towards Phil, landing the but of the weapon into the back of his head. He falls and looks back, a familiar fire in his eyes. The fire I see each time I spot my own reflection. I dart away as I pick up someone pulling a string back on a bow. Tommy never stood a chance, my senses are keen, especially in the heat of battle.

The fight against Tommy was weirdly familiar, like a dream had once before. The way he dodged, tried to use my force against me all while yelling a string of pleading curses. It was the fighting style of a certain twin.

~Wilbur looks different.

The voices would torment me, they would mock and spit and curl their lip at every word I said. But they were often right. Tommy was but a replica of Wilbur, moulded by Will to use words but forced by his up-front personality to fight. He was conflicted. And a poor fighter.

I had an axe to his throat before I knew it and he plead for mercy.

"Governments?" I question simply.

"Of course not, no, I hate everything that has to do with them-" I stop him before he can continue. I nod and look around. It's quiet. The Wither had been defeated and everyone stood in wait, in a circle, as Tommy quivered beneath me. I look down and feel a sudden compassion for the boy. He had been thrown into a leadership that he didn't know with what to do with. A small pink flower blooms beside his head and I step back solidly.

"I'm glad we had this talk." I say and stalk out of the circle, stopping short beside Phil. I look to the left, past my shoulder and greet him.

"Hello, father."

"Hello, son."

(20k+ for GAT?? Best birthday ever)