??? ?????????? || Karl Jacobs x Reader

49|| The Final Battle

The teenager trembled at the amount of bloodthirst he was radiating, his legs threatening to give up but he held his ground.

"You guys are going to give me a headache."

Techno looked more rabid than human, hair tousled and eyes glowing red behind the skeleton mask he wore. Seeing his torn cape, they also spotted the rising dead from the ground.

He truly looked like the god of death instead of blood.

Y/N shivered as you questioned whether this was really your friend that used to run at the sight of herbivore mobs. What did the white-eyed devil do to him?

Karl was able to detect this shock and placed his hand on top of yours to give it a comforting squeeze that you sent back. Biting back the small smile fighting to show on your lips as the tingling sensation blooms in your chest.

"Guys, I'll remove the axe then go the--"

"Where the hell are you going?"

George wasn't given the chance to react when he saw the blade about to hit him in a second, the swords around him formed a shield in front of his face, deflecting the axe that broke the sturdy wall.

But the shield wasn't as fast as the fist that was thrown next. Tubbo cushioned the older male's body as it flew from the impact of the hit, before summoning his own monster to deal with skeletons around them.

The trembling half a heart on George's bar made Tubbo panic as he scrambled to heal him back to full health while making sure no mobs could reach them.

"Techno you crazy shit!"

Phil exclaimed as feathers separated skulls from the bodies of the undead, the pink haired male turned to him and smiled gleefully, sending tremors down their spine.

He was truly terrifying.

"Phil!"

Dream spreads his hands and his own clones grew around the bloodthirsty Techno. But the lightning that crashed down on him quickly eliminated them all before he could even perform an attack.

In that brief flash of light, his feet left the ground as Techno pulled back his arm, ready to throw his axe towards the time traveller who watched in horror, unmoving as fear wrapped itself around his throat.

During that time where Karl's life flashed before his eyes, there was one thing he realised.

Their target was him, taking him out after reaching far would end up messing up the mission. They can't let him rewind the current timeline. If he dies now, he will respawn back in their base then he won't be able to determine whether he should turn back time or not.

He reached a hand to unwind the time while at the same time, dark matters built up in front of him like a makeshift shield, you were ready to protect him.

But before bloody fingers left the handle, a blur of green shot from the ground behind them before a large explosion erupted and threw the pink headed male off, the impact causing a small crater on the ground and almost overthrowing the people riding on the red monster's back.

"Are you good?!" Karl asks as Sam lands with a stagger beside Mumbo's pinned hand to remove the axe.

He looked haggard, his clothes dusty and had dirt clutching to its fabric, the lens of his mask cracked and was missing the right lens part. When green eyes met theirs they felt intimidated by the amount of determination pouring out of it.

The war does make everyone a monster.

"Go! I'll take care of him!"

Looking up at the crows circling around him, Phil screamed. "Chat notify Puffy!"