Techno was ready after weighing his options in his head. Was he terrified? Absolutely. It took all of his time to decide if he actually wanted to go through with his plan. But every time he thought about it the pros always outweigh the cons.
"Techno, hurry! Tubbo's about to go on," Y/n urged, grabbing onto his cape and gently tugging him in the direction of the stage.
"Woah, calm down a bit. We'll make it in time, I promise," Techno reassured.
Y/n turned back to look at Techno, letting go of his cape. He stopped to look at her for a moment. She was undoubtedly beautiful from head to toe, inside and out. Something with her, a life with her, was all he wanted. It was what he was working for in that instant.
Ḧ̵̩̞͚̰̤͊̈͊͘e̸̢̘͓͉̜͉̓̕ ̵̢̝̲͜͜͝l̶̯̩͕̄̋͌̌̓̓̉o̷̞̙̔͜v̷̺̖̿̈́̈͆e̶̢̛̫̩̓͛͑̆̃̃͜͜d̴͓̜̫̲͛͑ ̵̫̖̩̗̩̼͖̋͊̃h̷̡͕̪͍̘̺̼̀́̓̕ḛ̷̬͔̭̠̝͎̀r̸̖̘͈͉̤͈̱̉̍̋͐͛Ḧ̵̩̞͚̰̤͊̈͊͘e̸̢̘͓͉̜͉̓̕ ̵̢̝̲͜͜͝l̶̯̩͕̄̋͌̌̓̓̉o̷̞̙̔͜v̷̺̖̿̈́̈͆e̶̢̛̫̩̓͛͑̆̃̃͜͜d̴͓̜̫̲͛͑ ̵̫̖̩̗̩̼͖̋͊̃h̷̡͕̪͍̘̺̼̀́̓̕ḛ̷̬͔̭̠̝͎̀r̸̖̘͈͉̤͈̱̉̍̋͐͛Ḧ̵̩̞͚̰̤͊̈͊͘e̸̢̘͓͉̜͉̓̕ ̵̢̝̲͜͜͝l̶̯̩͕̄̋͌̌̓̓̉o̷̞̙̔͜v̷̺̖̿̈́̈͆e̶̢̛̫̩̓͛͑̆̃̃͜͜d̴͓̜̫̲͛͑ ̵̫̖̩̗̩̼͖̋͊̃h̷̡͕̪͍̘̺̼̀́̓̕ḛ̷̬͔̭̠̝͎̀r̸̖̘͈͉̤͈̱̉̍̋͐͛Ḧ̵̩̞͚̰̤͊̈͊͘e̸̢̘͓͉̜͉̓̕ ̵̢̝̲͜͜͝l̶̯̩͕̄̋͌̌̓̓̉o̷̞̙̔͜v̷̺̖̿̈́̈͆e̶̢̛̫̩̓͛͑̆̃̃͜͜d̴͓̜̫̲͛͑ ̵̫̖̩̗̩̼͖̋͊̃h̷̡͕̪͍̘̺̼̀́̓̕ḛ̷̬͔̭̠̝͎̀r̸̖̘͈͉̤͈̱̉̍̋͐͛
She's mortal you know.
"I mean yeah I know that. But I'm willing to take the risk"
Y/n will die on you eventually.
"That's what being mortal is."
Don't they always leave anyway?
"... not all the time..."
Where did he go?
"He needed to take care of his son."
Why isn't he back?
"I don't know..."
He abandoned you.
"He had his priorities."
So does she.
"..."
The moment you hurt them all hell would break loose
"She wouldn't do that."
We'll see about that Techno.
H̷̤̜̙̰̝͎̟̘͈̓͌̒̒̈́̒̎̔̄͐͜e̶̟̮̻͚͙͙̟̮̱͋́̍́͆̓̔̅̾̂̍͠͝ ̷͉̥͔̎̏̀̿̉̈͘f̷̨͓̹̳͕̗̱̼͉̠̳̻̞͆e̴̡̛̛̤͇̮̭̝̫̟̲͂̈̊̀͊̽̋̌̒͊͝a̷̰͈͕̗̙̦̰̺̺͚͎̙̳̠͐͒̂̑̊́͋͑r̶̢̨͉̭̜̭̩̤͎̜̯͍̃̎͊̾̿̿̔͘s̷͚̫͍̝̓̆̏͊̋͋̇̕ͅ ̶̖͙͖͔͍̲̮͔̊́̿ḩ̶̛̪͓̩͎̮̣͉̝̳̱͈̳̹͎̎̏͒e̷͚̥͎̖̜̘̳̩̹͈̜̙̔̓̆̄̏̈̅͜͠ř̷͖͇͌̀̾͒̏̔̑̈́́̐̚͘̕͝͠H̷̤̜̙̰̝͎̟̘͈̓͌̒̒̈́̒̎̔̄͐͜e̶̟̮̻͚͙͙̟̮̱͋́̍́͆̓̔̅̾̂̍͠͝ ̷͉̥͔̎̏̀̿̉̈͘f̷̨͓̹̳͕̗̱̼͉̠̳̻̞͆e̴̡̛̛̤͇̮̭̝̫̟̲͂̈̊̀͊̽̋̌̒͊͝a̷̰͈͕̗̙̦̰̺̺͚͎̙̳̠͐͒̂̑̊́͋͑r̶̢̨͉̭̜̭̩̤͎̜̯͍̃̎͊̾̿̿̔͘s̷͚̫͍̝̓̆̏͊̋͋̇̕ͅ ̶̖͙͖͔͍̲̮͔̊́̿ḩ̶̛̪͓̩͎̮̣͉̝̳̱͈̳̹͎̎̏͒e̷͚̥͎̖̜̘̳̩̹͈̜̙̔̓̆̄̏̈̅͜͠ř̷͖͇͌̀̾͒̏̔̑̈́́̐̚͘̕͝͠H̷̤̜̙̰̝͎̟̘͈̓͌̒̒̈́̒̎̔̄͐͜e̶̟̮̻͚͙͙̟̮̱͋́̍́͆̓̔̅̾̂̍͠͝ ̷͉̥͔̎̏̀̿̉̈͘f̷̨͓̹̳͕̗̱̼͉̠̳̻̞͆e̴̡̛̛̤͇̮̭̝̫̟̲͂̈̊̀͊̽̋̌̒͊͝a̷̰͈͕̗̙̦̰̺̺͚͎̙̳̠͐͒̂̑̊́͋͑r̶̢̨͉̭̜̭̩̤͎̜̯͍̃̎͊̾̿̿̔͘s̷͚̫͍̝̓̆̏͊̋͋̇̕ͅ ̶̖͙͖͔͍̲̮͔̊́̿ḩ̶̛̪͓̩͎̮̣͉̝̳̱͈̳̹͎̎̏͒e̷͚̥͎̖̜̘̳̩̹͈̜̙̔̓̆̄̏̈̅͜͠ř̷͖͇͌̀̾͒̏̔̑̈́́̐̚͘̕͝͠H̷̤̜̙̰̝͎̟̘͈̓͌̒̒̈́̒̎̔̄͐͜e̶̟̮̻͚͙͙̟̮̱͋́̍́͆̓̔̅̾̂̍͠͝ ̷͉̥͔̎̏̀̿̉̈͘f̷̨͓̹̳͕̗̱̼͉̠̳̻̞͆e̴̡̛̛̤͇̮̭̝̫̟̲͂̈̊̀͊̽̋̌̒͊͝a̷̰͈͕̗̙̦̰̺̺͚͎̙̳̠͐͒̂̑̊́͋͑r̶̢̨͉̭̜̭̩̤͎̜̯͍̃̎͊̾̿̿̔͘s̷͚̫͍̝̓̆̏͊̋͋̇̕ͅ ̶̖͙͖͔͍̲̮͔̊́̿ḩ̶̛̪͓̩͎̮̣͉̝̳̱͈̳̹͎̎̏͒e̷͚̥͎̖̜̘̳̩̹͈̜̙̔̓̆̄̏̈̅͜͠ř̷͖͇͌̀̾͒̏̔̑̈́́̐̚͘̕͝͠
Techno took this opportunity to hand her the prize he won. It was another crown that looked almost identical to his own. Granted it was made of plastic and was likely made for a small child, but the sentiment was already there.
"A crown?" Y/n asked.
"For you," He cleared his throat. With a shaky voice and heavy hands, he placed the crown on her hands. The plastic crown weighed more than it should have to him. "They're like matching crowns. To commemorate a job well done and, uh, buddies?."
"Oh... thanks," she laughed a bit while placing the crown on her head.
You let them in again...
The pinkette pushed aside the sinking feeling in his chest as he watched the woman walk towards the stage. With a heavy heart, he followed her a few feet away.
Y/n wasn't so happy either. She felt crushed and misled. Granted she knew her priorities and had already known how Techno "felt" about her, the woman couldn't help but frown.
Today had given her hope for something more. Despite knowing what she was meant to do, she spent most of the time enjoying the festivities with Techno. He won her almost every prize she took interest in that day. Techno even bested dancing with Quackity to get a job done. And when they danced. Oh, when they danced. Let's just say Techno wasn't the only one who felt euphoric.
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