You were Technoblade’s sibling. You liked to pretend to be like him, mocking movements or facial expressions.

He was out hunting for the both of you when you decided it was a good idea to sneak into his room and play with his stuff. His room had a purple tint, crystals, rocks, hunting trophies, books, all things he treasured and didn't want you ruining. As much as he loved you, he knew what a menace you could be sometimes.

So when he came home earlier than you thought he would and found you holding his crossbow and aiming it at one of his golden apples you’d set up on his bedside table, he wasn't surprised. Just… angry.

“Runt.” You hear his gruff voice behind you.