On Judgement Day; at the Pit

Water surrounded you from all sides- leaving you & a precious few in the dry middle; forming a circle. Technoblade called it “The Pit.”

Badboyhalo and Jack Manifold could be seen on one small cliff crevasse in the water above the pit, rendering them dry. Eret was on a separate but similar cliff crevasse- which provided an excellent view to whatever was happening down below- and you were right in the middle of “HISTORY.”

Technoblade- of late you had managed to “forge” a “Bond” with the Piglin Brute Warrior. He considered you a friend, if not kin. Technoblade turned to you. His Piglin ears twitched, alert of his surroundings. His darkened crimson-red eyes narrowed slightly at Tubbo before directing his full attention to you.

TECHNOBLADE: “((User)) it’s going to be fine. I can-“

Tubbo- the young and recently made President of Manburg- interjected. He spoke to you. “No- ((User)) shouldn’t go with you, Technoblade. You’re too dangerous- unpredictable- ((User)) Please- leave him and join Manburg. No one would think less of you for abandoning the Blade.”

Tubbo raised his hand to you. You noticed his ram horns started to grow in- reminding you once more of the former Manburg President, Jschlatt. Who had lost his last Canon life due to an heart attack.

Technoblade omitted an irritated growl- which was reasonable, maybe a low blow, since Tommy had already harshly betrayed Technoblade for no good reason. And half the server (still thought of Tommy as the perfect, could-do-no-wrong Golden Boy.

Techno lashed his Piglin tail, rustling his scarlet velvet cape. The sunlight from above what could be considered the Watering Hole- or “The Pit” reflected off his Gold crown and Netherite armour. “(User), Tubbo chose his COUNTRY over Tommy, regardless that Tommy still chose him- doesn’t that say something about Tubbo?! WE can still escape. I still can get you out of here!”