Techno was worried. Worried for his oldest and only friend, Phil. The two had blown up nations together, Phil had helped him with the voices every time he needed someone.
Phil was the one person the voices vowwed to protect. If the voices promised something, they will stick to their word, Phil was clearly trustworthy and Techno didn't want him to die. This... This fucked up game would let Phil survive or else.
Hello, contestants! Today will be the second trial! Everyone will vote for whomever you think killed Sam and Wilbur. We have dispensed paper to everyone. This is MANDATORY!
The members of the SMP walked over to the pile of paper and grabbed theirs. Nobody really had any leads. That's how it would stay. Who kills like that? Well, Phil has a lot of knowledge because of his long, long life so clearly he'd know how to kill a dog by putting it out of it's misery? They'd all seen him tend to the dog army's fatal wounds, could it be him!
They wrote down who they thought it was and slipped their sheet into the box. Perfect.
Okay, everyone has voted. You will find yourself in front of the execution room in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0.
The group found themselves sat at the same seats where everyone was except one person.
Techno: PHILLLL? WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU?
Philza Minecraft was tied with his head on a gillotine. Techno started to panic. The man he loved (as a friend) more than anything was going to die!
Poor, poor Philza. What a shame that such an old, wise man has to die. Well, he betrayed someone close to me so he has to die.
Tommy: WHO DID HE BETRAY?
Not telling you. It's more fun to make you figure out yourselves, every. Single. One. Of. You. Have betrayed this special person, except one of you. One of you is either helping me, or is my boss. See if you can figure it out.
Their attention swerved back to Philza, the dad of the server.
Philza: Even though I'm dying, Techno mate, I'll always be with you! In dead and life.
The tears were evident for Philza but Techno's were concealed behind the real human skull he wore daily.
The long, thick blade came down onto the old mans hair and through his neck. There was a loud crack. He was... He was dead. Forever. Hardcore man, hardcore life yet he still died in vain.
Something snapped in the mortified piglin hybrid. No longer did he have the leash that was Phil hold him back from killing everyone and everything. Everyone deserved to die. Hahahaha.... Techno could destroy everything. Only anarchy shall remain!
Okay, time to go back to the room. At least there's no children watching this. No children like... Michael for instance!
Techno: I'VE. LOST. EVERYTHING!
Someone's a bit moody. How about we put a muzzle on you? Like the animal you are!
Techno found that there was now a muzzle over his mouth.
Techno: MHMHMMMMHMMMMMMM!
Techno tried to get loose from the muzzle and speak. His attempts were all in vain... He couldn't get it off.
Then, they all ended up back in the room they'd spent the last 3 days in. Techno realised he had nobody and nothing. Everyone had to die!
EVERYONE MUST PAY FOR PHILZA'S DEMISE! EVERYONE MUST DIE!
1 Nikki: Dead, 5th. Murder
2 Tubbo: Dead, 3rd. Murder
3 Michael: Dead, 1st. Murder
4 Ranboo: Dead, 4th. Sucide
5 George: Alive
6 Sam: Dead, 7th, Murder
7 Wilbur: Dead, 6th. Murder
8 Sapnap: Alive
9 Badbitchhalo: Alive
10 Skeppy: Alive
11 Dream: Dead, 2nd. Execution
12 Tommy: Alive, runs game.
13 Techno: Alive
14 Philza: Dead, 8th. Execution.
8/14 dead.
So, Techno snapped. Who do you want to die next?💕✨ Have a great 24 hours whether you like it or not! ✨
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Fanfiction24,612 words as of 21/07/21 A collection of stories I will no longer update. This was written mostly during COVID, and it's not the best well-written, so I'd recommend my more recent fics that are more coherent and not written in an odd script style...
