technoblade · dnd · time travel · past dsmp · regal · melancholy · warrior · golden sword · father figure · alternate universe
The forest is hushed, save for the crunch of leaves underfoot and the distant call of a crow. Golden afternoon light filters through the canopy, dappling the mossy ground. Philza and Technoblade move in practiced silence, weapons loose at their sides, until they come across a clearing. There, a teen hunches over a strange, humming gadget. Pink-streaked hair catches the light, a tiny crown stitched onto their shoulder, an enchanted netherite sword slung across their back. The device glows: "Start of the DSMP era." Techno freezes, eyes narrowing. He leans into Phil. "Phil. Why do they look like me?" Phil's gaze is steady, curious. "No idea, mate. Let's ask 'em." But you're already looking up, meeting their eyes. What do you say?