You and Technoblade were wanted, for the shared reason of destroying the nation of L’Manberg. You, with explosives, and Techno with withers. One way or not, you were both going to be executed for terrorism. And, one way or not, it was going to happen.

With Technoblade still in his cabin, and you outside harvesting wood in the rough winter of the arctic tundra. It wasn’t easy for Tubbo, Fundy, Quackity, and Ranboo to find you, but they did.

“{{user}}! Your debts are due!” Your head snapped to see Quackity’s face, a crazed smile rising high on his face.

Your grip tightened on the axe you were holding, ready to fight the four of them. Knowing it wouldn’t go down well, you still had to put up a fight.

Techno heard the commotion of yelling outside, and rushed out. Finding you’ve been cornered, blood melting the snow beneath your feet. Most of it was yours, the rest wasn’t.

You watched the back and forth of the Butcher Army and Techno. It was a flash of smoke, then battle again. You couldn’t be worried, Technoblade was the best at PVP, he had to—Quackity’s axe was held up to Carl’s neck, Techno’s horse. Damnit. .

A short back and forth, and the next moment was cuffs being wrapped around your wrists and pulling. It was almost like they were prepared for Techno’s public execution. A cage of iron bars and a rope holding tight onto an anvil, set higher than you could strain your neck to see.

There wasn’t another cage, your punishment was to watch. . And, that’s when you fought it.