3rd World (BNHA/MHA x DSMP AU)

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[Philza POV]

Philza removed the head set and placed it on his desk. He had just finished a stream and as his computer shut down, he sighed.

None of the boys had kept quiet. Luckily ,there had been nothing on the news or the Internet, except for some posts on social media from random people - and even those were quickly disappearing. Still, everyone seemed to know about the incident.

He had been excited when over two hundred thousand viewers showed up on his stream but that had quickly turned to annoyance when they started bombarding him with questions. And threats too. Not that they bothered him. But he had to give a statement of some sort like Wilbur had suggested. So, he had tried to give the impression that Techno couldn't have been at the scene. It had worked, sort of. Philza couldn't be bothered to care either way and luckily, the rest of the stream had been normal - after he had banned a certain number of people.

The door opened.

"Techno", Philza greeted him quickly. "How you doing, mate?"

Technoblade was wearing a black shirt that read "yuki" - courage - in a red font, and a pair of black harem pants with a dragon embroidered on one side. His hands were in his pockets and his pink hair was up in a messy bun atop his head, a simple pin stabbed through it. He was wearing Nike sandals and by the squelching sound they were making, he had just showered.

"Not very good", Techno replied, shrugging and it was obvious that something was on his mind. "'Y'know, lately everyone's been getting a bit (just a bit) violent."

Philza laughed. "You think?" He glided across the floor in his chair, stopping in front of Techno. "What was the whole villain thing about anyways?"

"The THING was trying to hurt Wilbur." Techno gave him a meaningful gaze before abruptly relaxing. "But then I stopped it so everything's still good."

"Well, as long you're fine, Techno."

Philza was surprised to see him smirk.

"Oh I am absolutely delighted."

Techno's face was the epitome of annoyance. That was to say that he had on his usual bored expression except with a hint of bloodlust in his eyes. In short, not much of a difference if you weren't looking closely.

"Why?", Philza questioned. "What happened?"

"Nothing much." Technoblade had gone to Philza's dresser and was rifling through it. "Just got a vacation to the middle of nowhere." He perked up suddenly. "Oh yeah. Chat just reminded me that I can go meet Steve's cousins from a parallel universe."

"You're going to the Arctic?", Philza deduced.

He grimaced when Techno picked up one of his underwear.

"Wrong drawer." Techno shut it and opened another before replying, "Not the Arctic but it's pretty close. Have you ever heard of Nunavut?"

"Where's that?"

"It's the largest territory in Canada. Most of the people there are Inuit but the majority still speak English. The place is kinda cold so that makes sense." He picked out a thick sweater. "Speaking of which, I came here to take your big coat."

"It's in the wardrobe." Philza pointed. "Do you not have one? I thought that you bought one a year ago."

"I like to be prepared. And..". He found the coat. It was grey and extremely thick and puffy. "I have a feeling, Phil, that my coat's gonna get absolutely demolished. I dunno why, but Dream's giving me that feeling."

"Dream? He's telling you to go to ... Canada?"

"Well it was more like forced, but-."

Techno's eyes drifted until he was looking straight at Philza. Feral red met pale blue, both dulled by years of war, and Philza allowed himself to smile a little. It was a sad smile that knew the cycle of life and its comings of love, peace, and of inevitable war.

"Back to the grind, Techno?"

Techno shrugged. "Meh. Just mad I wasn't reincarnated as a piglin hybrid. Honestly, I'd rather have been put into my original body." He pouted comically. "This body's a pain. I can't even cut my hair because long hair is apparently a very prominent headcanon for my character. And everyone keeps staring at me like they're hypnotized. It's - it's just downright creepy."

Philza laughed. It was a happy one this time and although Techno acted awkward, nervously shuffling towards the door, he knew that Techno felt a sense of pride within his humour.

"Welp, I've gotten your coat, so I'm just gonna head out."

"Ok, Techno. Be safe."

The door shut softly and with a click, Philza's emotions flooded in.

"Wilbur, that little sh*t...", he muttered softly. Their conversation from a day ago resurfaced in his memory.

It had started off as a simple chat, and then suddenly, Wilbur had become solemn, a poetic glint in his eyes.

*****

"Living in the Dream SMP was uh... was a horrible experience to say the least. And I do suppose that we should be grateful for the freedom we have in this world. But... nothing ever seems to beat the U.K — I mean the original U.K., of course." He had sighed as if his life depended on it before whispering, "Deep down, Phil, we — me, you, Techno, Tubbo, Tommy, all the other - we just want to go home, isn't that right?"

*****

Philza didn't want to admit it, but Wilbur had been right. None of them, be it Techno or himself, wanted to stay in this world. He was still wary of Wilbur's method, however and even more wary of why Wilbur had decided to confide in him about his plan.

But he wished him luck. Wilbur would need it if he wanted to work with that nightmare of an ally. To threaten a god too, of all things.

Phil let out a sigh that morphed into an expression of frustration. Slumping into his chair, he felt tiredness wash over him although his teenager body was bursting with vitality. He supposed that he would just watch as this war unfolded.

As he had always done.