Scrawls and Chicken Scratches {Mcyt x Bnha}

ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕊𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕖

Car⋅ ca⋅ net
(n.)
A jeweled necklace collar or headband.

Spi⋅ ro⋅ phore
(n.)
An apparatus for producing artificial respiration in cases of suspended animation, as in persons rescued from drowning.

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The pro-hero known as Midnight announced the first challenge. It was a race. Technoblade doesn't like running, but he does like winning so he would bear it until victory. Masses of students clumped at a small arched exit by the stadium. Each teen bubbled with their very own determination and or rage (courtesy to Bakugou). They were only there for about three seconds and Techno could already feel the humidity radiating off these sweaty teens. The pinkette stayed a little further back from the crowd. He would have no trouble catching up; ender pearls and all. For all the public knows, his quirk is summoning objects into his grasp and for those who have actually seen it probably just assume that he has two quirks.

"START!" The announcer yelled into their microphone. People cluttered at the entrance, struggling to get through. Everyone was wedged between each other, trying to get through the tunnel as quickly as possible. They just started this race and everyone was somewhat stuck. It wasn't even the first obstacle for all they knew. It wasn't a problem though because Technoblade would just stand around and wait, while reading a book that Dream oh so kindly bought him unexpectedly. It was about some Greek mythology he hadn't read yet. Dream was questioned on where he got it, but the smiley man just shrugged and brushed it off.

The jumble slowly dispatched and went on with their competition. All in that time, the pigman sat down and got comfortable with his reading. A few minutes had passed until suddenly he heard a commentary stating, the leader of the group had reached the final barrier. Technoblade decided that that was enough. He didn't plan on getting first place for the rounds. Just enough to stay in the game until it really mattered. He put his book down and jogged over to the first challenge. Surprisingly enough, there were still a few people there struggling. He didn't feel like helping. The blade placed a chunk of water on the ground, tossed an ender pearl in his off hand, summoned a trident and got ready for his epic launch.

He flew through the air as the pearl flew even further. The commentator went wild about this as the camera panned on him slicing through the sky. "IT LOOKS LIKE OUR SPECIAL GUEST HAS FINALLY GOTTEN A MOVE ON! AND WITH STYLE TOO! LOOK AT HIM FLY!" Technoblade started plummeting into what he assumed was the second challenge. He wasn't wearing armor yet, it was supposed to be a suspenseful surprise. "LOOKS LIKE OUR BUBBLEGUM HEAD DIDN'T PLAN THIS FAR AHEAD. LET'S HOPE HE'LL STILL HAVE THE ENERGY TO MAKE IT TO THE NEXT ROUND!" He braced himself for splatter, but of course, Technoblade never dies.

A gust of purple particles swooped his vision and then he was in a minefield. Two people moving for their lives were in front of him. He took his sweet time walking through the minefield. Suddenly there was a large blast behind him. Soaring overhead was the kid he gave a health potion too. Techno watched as the wimp hit the ground with a metal plate to be launched forward even more. The people that used to be in the front now solely focused on the task at hand, getting in front of the kid. Techno witnessed the boy take first place for the race. The teens behind the winner made it past soon after and Technoblade slowly jogged past the line, giving him fourth place. Good enough.

Students started rolling in one by one. One of the poor girls running had a creepy grape latched to her clothes. The nerve of some people. Technoblade came to a decision. He jogged over to the creep and just smacked him off. As simple as that. Then he just comically jogged back to his spot in time to see the results of each passer splayed on the big screen. Number forty two; last place, didn't look the most enthusiastic about winning.
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Slimeccle decided that after such an epic win like that, he would goop his way up to where the SMP goers were seated. He literally just slipped through the cracks of the seat to an empty spot next to Foolish. He didn't get noticed by Foolish whats so ever so the gooper had to draw his friends attention to him by speaking up.

"What's up my bread slices?" He questioned enthusiastically, Placing his hands on his neck and putting his feet up on the railing in front of him (the group being in the front of the stadium so they could get a close up of dreams of children being crushed by an antisocial pig).

Everyone came to the realization he was there and then simultaneously shouted his name. "How'd you know where to find us man?!" Quackity looked over to the slime.

"Well it seems that the things we discussed for lore 'n shit apply to me in this world." He paused for a second. "I can't share it though. For some reason when I try to, it gives me massive migraines. Even when I'm just tryna think out loud. My cranium goes through migraniums."

"Man that sucks." Puffy commented. "We can try and figure it out later. We're in no rush after all."

"SHUT UP I WANNA WATCH THE BLADE BEAT UP CHILDREN IN SECONDARY SCHOOL!!!" Tommy shouted behind Slimmccle, shaking the seat in front of him aggressively, earning stares from people around him.

"Yeah I guess that's much better than the drama that's goin' on inside me head." The goop swiveled his finger over his ear to represent being a little crazy. "OH THEY'RE ANNOUNCING THE NEXT GAME!!!" His mood completely switched as he leaned over the railing, pointing towards where the announcer was located.

"THE NEXT GAME IS THIS."

The words 'Calvary battle' splayed across the large board.

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-☏ Palavras☏- 1015

{*insert cool quip*}