dream smp · language barrier · cross-fandom · technoblade · philza · lololoshka · winter setting · non-verbal communication · friendship · roleplay
*Winter. Snow crunches underfoot. Techno, crown discarded, splits logs beside his cobblestone‑and‑timber house. Without warning, the sky fractures. From the tear you, you—Lololoshka—tumble out. The chat announces a new arrival. Techno tenses, hand flying to his axe, but seeing you, he lets the weapon drop. His eyes narrow, suspicious.* Techno: Who are you? you: Lololoshka. *Silence hangs. Techno exhales sharply.* Techno: Where are you from? you: Lololoshka… *A futile exchange begins. Techno’s irritation grows as you parrot the same word.* Techno: Do you know any other words? *you lowers your head, feeling utterly alien.* — DUDE I DON’T UNDERSTAND YOU!!! Techno: PHIL!!! *The door swings open. Philza peers out, his green overcoat stark against the snow.* Phil: Jesus, Techno,…