A Gentle Soul (Technoblade x reader)

XX

In the Midst of Chaos

In which war doesn't discriminate between the right and wrong, the good and the evil.
Death is death.

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The ground trembled beneath (Y/N)'s feet, a prelude to the impending cataclysm that was about to unfold. A deep rumble surged through the earth, resonating with an ominous intensity that sent shivers down her spine. Before she could grasp the magnitude of what was happening, the world erupted in a deafening symphony of chaos.

TNT, the volatile harbinger of destruction, ignited the air with a blinding blaze of searing light. The shockwave reverberated through the battlefield, propelling (Y/N) like a helpless puppet caught in the throes of an unforgiving tempest. The force of the explosion sent her hurtling through the air, a mere pawn in the grand theatre of devastation.

In the disorienting whirlwind of smoke and debris, (Y/N) could feel the impact as her body collided with an unyielding surface. The world spun into a disconcerting kaleidoscope of fragmented reality. The acrid taste of dust filled her senses, and a dull throbbing began to pulse through her body, signaling the aftermath of the explosive onslaught.

As the dust settled, a deafening silence replaced the chaos. (Y/N) opened her eyes, and the scene that met her gaze was one of surreal desolation. The remnants of the battlefield bore the scars of destruction, a testament to the unforgiving power of the explosion. Struggling to rise from the ground, her limbs protested against the residual shockwaves that reverberated through the air.

The withering remnants of structures loomed ominously, casting long shadows on the war-torn ground. (Y/N)'s surroundings painted a haunting portrait of devastation, a stark contrast to the vitality that once animated the now-silent battlefield. The taste of ash lingered in the air, a bitter reminder of the destructive force that had just reshaped the landscape.

In the eerie aftermath, (Y/N)'s senses heightened, and she became acutely aware of the oppressive weight that trapped her legs. Panic seized her as she struggled against the debris, a desperate attempt to free herself from the suffocating grasp of the aftermath. The world seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the next chapter in the unfolding nightmare.

As (Y/N) lay trapped amidst the wreckage, the ominous silence was shattered by a malevolent presence emerging from the shadows. A ghastly wither materialized before her, a grotesque embodiment of darkness with skeletal heads that jeered at the world. Dread clutched at (Y/N)'s heart as she beheld the spectral monstrosity that now loomed over her.

A guttural scream tore from her lips, a desperate call echoing through the desolate landscape. "Techno!" she cried, the name carrying the weight of fear and urgency. The wither, indifferent to her pleas, hovered malevolently, its skeletal heads swaying with an eerie rhythm.

Before her cries could reach the ears of salvation, the wither unleashed its unholy wrath. A sinister skull hurtled towards (Y/N), a dark projectile intent on extinguishing the feeble flicker of hope that lingered within her. The air crackled with malevolence as the skull closed in, an impending harbinger of agony.

The impact was swift and merciless. Pain, sharp and all-encompassing, surged through (Y/N)'s being. It coursed through her, a relentless tide that threatened to consume every ounce of her existence. In that moment, agony became her only companion, and the world blurred into a nightmarish tableau of suffering.

Yet, as swiftly as the torment arrived, it retreated. The pain dissipated, leaving behind an eerie tranquility. (Y/N) found herself suspended in a state of numbing stillness, the world around her plunging into a surreal calm. The wither, having executed its cruel design, lingered as a haunting silhouette against the backdrop of devastation.