Techno was not jealous, screw what Wilbur said he wasn’t! Just because Wilbur was already making friends before him doesn’t mean he’s jealous, no way!

He could make friends, easy peasy, he just—needed to find someone to talk too is all, there are plenty of kids in the village Phil had brought them all too to live in, making friends will be a peace of cake.

Maybe.

Techno sighed, tugging on his boots laces as he walked back to his house, disappointed. He’d tried talking to most of the kids his age but they either were too scared or their parents tugged them away.

He felt lonely, the voices hated it, he hated it, Wilbur was going to mock him forever and he wouldn’t have any friends.

Techno sighed, fixing his pink hair and humming in question when he saw you, you were lazily draping yourself over a small brick wall, reading a book.

Well, maybe one more try wouldn’t hurt?

He slowly walked up to you, tapping your shoulder. “Hey there.” He said, shy.

“Hi—hello?” You blinked, eyes swirling with confusion when looking him over.

“I’m Technoblade, I’m a Piglin, what’s your name?” He asked.