Welcome to Godhood || Technoblade + Child!Reader

You walked into the backyard, almost instantly seeing Wilbur on the ground, Techno holding his stick-sword at his neck.

"This is depressing Wilbur, I thought you were better at this." Techno said, lifting his stick up and offering a hand to his brother on the ground. "Or you could just be rusty."

Wilbur chuckled. "I'm pretty sure it's that I'm rusty. I'd much rather be playing my guitar than fighting, you know that." He took his hand, getting pulled up.

The both of them noticed your presence, standing on the porch, watching them in awe in your eyes, although it was probably only for Techno. You knew Wilbur never had much talent when it came to sword fighting, it was Techno who proved to have this.

You beamed at them, picking up your own swordstick that you kept on the porch. Wilbur's smile faltered, him knowing what was going to happen next.

"Wil- Wilbur!" You croaked. "Fight!"

Techno pushed him in your direction, him stumbling a little bit on the grass.

"Techno-!"

"Y/n Blade wants to fight you, Wilbur." Techno said. "Aren't you going to fight them? Or are you a pussy?"

"Lan- Language!"

"Of course, I apologies Y/n." He said, smirking at Wilbur. "I'll be supervising the fight to make sure the piglin doesn't neat you up too badly."

You stepped on the spot on the lawn where the grass was pressed down and mostly dead, pretty much perfect for any sort of fighting. Wilbur already stood there, putting on one of his personas he thought wasn't scared of you. There was a very good reason on why they were scared of you.

This fight was going to show why.

He opened his eyes, the look in them a little different than it was a few moments before. They met your eyes, and his stance faltered a little. It was clear this persona he had put on was one of the stronger ones he had, you could see the small amount of determination in his eyes.

"Ready,"

You stood relaxed; the swordstick set beside your body. You weren't too worried; you've beat this different version of your uncle before.

"Set,"

This different Wilbur was worried. He couldn't predict your movements; it was like fighting a younger version of Technoblade.

"Go."

You wanted to test out some new techniques. A smirk grew on your face as Wilbur lifted his swordstick at you. You kicked up your swordstick and caught it, pointing it at his body. A dark aura surrounded your body, sending shivers down the spines of the people inside the house. Minus Philza and Techno of course.

This was going to be more fun that you expected.