The Poisonous Feather // MHA x DSMP

Apologies through tears

Just a quick word, Wilbur was mentioned in this book but won't be anymore - both because of what he did and because I haven't planned on mentioning him anyways. He will be mentioned and present in the reaction fic however, as changing the entire lore would be too much work.

Hope you enjoy.

PLATONIC ONLY!!

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Technoblade had no problems with getting used to a new reality - having changed his lifestyle so many times and never staying in one place too long, he found it fairly easy to just forget about his previous routines and start a new one. It came easy to him, like a second nature and truth to be told, it was always a nice change to have a fresh start.
Living with Quackity came as easy. Looking back, it wasn't really a surprise. From creating plans and gathering loot, moving in was just a final touch. And when it happened, Technoblade having his own room and limitless space, it was just a small change that no one really seemed to notice.

They went from enemies to partners in crime and eventually, what one would call allies - not friends, it was too strong of a world and both refused to admit it - and it progressed from then onwards.
Most of the days, they would spent in the main room where they would plan and scheme, occasionally having tea and talking about future. Sometimes, they would hide away in there rooms and avoid interacting for hours at time before emerging and conversating with one another as if nothing happened. Purpled would occasionally join them, having his own living space at the rather large house, before disappearing for a few days.

Technoblade once asked about that, when both him and Quackity were having breakfast. It was really a surprise how quickly their relationship (no it wasn't) progressed from hating and trying to kill each other to being able to spend hours in the same room.

"Where does he disappear to?" Technoblade asked over his tea, glancing up at Quackity who was preparing himself some eggs.

The man only shared a look with him over his shoulder, before focusing back on his food.

"Purpled is an interesting guy, likes to keep to himself. He rarely used to spend time with me before, only showing up once a few weeks. Now that you're here, he tends to show up more and more. I haven't asked about that yet" the duck shrugs, taking a sip of his already cold coffee.

Technoblade nods softly, looking down at his plate-

Blood

Blood God

Duck man

Gold

KILL??

EEE

LMAO

-before glancing at the wall.

"I've had some strange.. visions as of late" He hums, before continuing when the other doesn't say anything. "Sometimes, I get this weird feeling that I'm not in my own body. My eye hurts and it's like the world is trying to crush me."

Technoblade watches as Quackity joins him at the table, plate in one hand and coffee in the other. They sit across from one another, silence falling over them for a moment before Quackity urges him to carry on.

"It is a weird sensation, leaving one's body and sharing eyes with the other. First time it happened, it was during our fight with Bad and his psycho friends. I remember seeing something strange, something I have never seen before. Then it happened again and it was a room, white and messy." The piglin says and deep down, feels grateful that Quackity is listening closely. "I have came to a realization that this isn't my head playing tricks on me or my voices trying to fool me."