𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐬 (Technoblade x Reader) (Completed)

10

Cold. 

Why was it cold? last you remembered you had your capelet on and it had kept you incredibly warm now it felt cold and damp, your back ached from the hard floor you were lying on. When had you laid down? When had you fallen asleep? You jolted up and when you looked around you were..  you were in Manberg. You heard voices, many voices that were familiar all speaking over each other, they were jumbled, far too distant to hear and your head hurt far too much to try and distinguish each one. One called your name, desperate and panicked. It was deep you knew that much, footsteps, quick ones were coming to you and you could hear arrows whizzing by, there were screams and the sounds of sick laughter. 

Hands touched you, warm and wet. Leathery. You smelt the tangy iron of blood in the air tasted it on your tongue. Pain. you registered pain, a sharp searing pain in your abdomen as warmth flooded the surrounding area. 

"Stay with me Darlin', please open your eyes, look at me!" the disembodied voice begged, it was on the edge of panic and you felt a large hand press down on your abdomen while another held the back of your head, tilting your head so it was level instead of tilted back on the hard uneven ground. 

"Hurts.." you croaked weakly, writhing pathetically against the iron grip. 

"I know, I know just stay with me." The voice wavered, something hot hit your cheeks. Tears, not your own. You were so scared You forced your eyes open only just a little to see who it was. it was blurred like looking through an unfocused camera but you could see splotches of black, pink, red and grey in the blob that was crying above you. you reached a shaking hand up to brush the tears off his blurred face, caressing soft, scarred skin. 

"Y/n? Y?N-!"

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You jolted upright where you laid, your back groaned in protest as you did so. You felt the faint remnants of pain in your abdomen and the warmth of the hands on your body, the desperate tone in their voice as you had began to fade the way they had leaned into your hand your palm still tingling from the contact.

Your chest heaved as you looked around, this was the ravine, this was Pogtopia. You recognized it from earlier. What time was it? You forced yourself to get off the hard ground you needed to get back to L'manberg, you needed to find out the truth. You gathered your things, shrugging on your heavy armor,  weapons, and the satchel Dream had gifted you making sure everything was in order before you exited the ravine and made you way up to the entrance. 

Tommy was asleep in the little orange bed that sat next to the door, snores escaping his slightly agape mouth. He looked so much older than he was, wars waged forced him to grow up so quickly. You opened the door, wincing at the loud noise it made. Tommy turned onto his stomach, snoring again. The sky was an oil painting of pastel purples and pinks mixed with oranges and yellows that peeked through the greenery of the trees and lit up the cool morning air. It was beautiful. You closed the door behind you. As much as you wished to stay you had a facade to keep up in L'manberg. Maybe you could find out Schlatt's dirty little secrets if you played your cards right. Two could play the mole game, couldn't they?

You went around L'manberg, entering from Dream's kingdom instead of from the East where Pogtopia was, if Schlatt saw you walk in at least he'd send his men on a wild goose chase on the opposite side of the two countries. Your hooves clicked loudly on the wooden path echoing in the small tunnel that had been hollowed out of a hill bouncing off the stone and reverberating in your ears in a way that left you uneasy. 

L'manberg- Manberg was still asleep when you returned or, at least Schlatt was. Niki was at her bakery the smell of fresh bread wafting through the open door. Fundy was no longer in his L'manberg attire, nobody was. He was in a casual set of clothes black pants a plain white shirt and a mostly black coat. He stared at you for a moment where you stood, his eyes meeting yours almost judgingly.