"I have a pickaxe, and I'll put it through your teeth!" The words of Technoblade rang in his ears. Everything hurt... The pickaxe cut from his bottom lip all the way up to his eye... His hands were shaking as he struggled to get the blood-stained apron off, blood was running down his face and he was beginning to choke on it. He dug his face into the apron, curled up on the ground as he tried to stop the bleeding and dull the immense pain he was feeling at the moment.

'It hurts... Oh Gods- It hurts so much...' He thinks as he was on the verge of hyperventilating, a soft moan of pain leaving his mouth, muffled by the apron. How could he have failed? He has no idea. He thought his execution would've worked... but Technoblade had a Totem of Undying... And he'd gone after the man, trying to defeat him once and for all... and this was the consequence...