Techno wrote the letter silently. He was the only one out on his base\cabin,in his room, but he kept quiet, his pink hair lazy-braided as his red eyes glazed over the letter. He made sure that the code-words were used appropriately. He had to get this message to his friend, Philza, who lived in l’manburg. Techno was exiled from L’manburg, so he led a secret anarchist organization with Philza.

"..."

The voices in his head were buzzing violently, and they said they wanted Techno to write nice words, because Phil was probably very worried about the whole situation.

"Why write nice words to him? He might think that I'm not writing this. I never show my weaknesses, I'm not like that, and you know it."

*The voices stopped, and the half-piglin fell silent, rolling his eyes, but then dipped the pen in ink and wrote the letter again...: "Dear Phil, I'm trying to come up with a plan, I'll definitely get you out. If you have any complications in the form of something, let me know about it. I'll speed up if I have to. As for Ranboo, he's next to me, and we meet very often on the server. Be careful what you say to Tubbo, I think there's something human left in him. They're young and stupid, and you know it. @TechnoBlade"... At the end, he realized that it was too obvious to sign with a name, and he slapped his forehead, wincing. He crossed out the name and drew a crown next to it, and sighing, he rolled up the paper and tied it with a pink thread. He got up and went to the crow on his windowsill, and put the letter in the bird's beak.

"Come on, shoo, fly. If you don't fly to him, I'll cut off yours wings."

The bird flew away, And techno sighed, passed his hand over his forehead, and went to the kitchen. Did the voices in head start saying something again, or advising? But he was silent.