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[ohworm-writes]

#00 - Tape Zero | series masterlist

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⮞ Pairing - Monster!Technoblade x Monster-Hunter!Reader ⮞ Summary - Everyone here seemed to hate everything you were. The way you walked, the way you talked, the way you breathed. Maybe your new assignment could change their minds about you.  ⮞ Rating - Mature (SFW) ⮞ Warnings - cursing ⮞ Word Count - 2.6k ⮞ Taglist - Open! Send an Ask or DM to be added

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In the abandoned casino you call home, everything smelt of lost hope. The pipes rusting, water leaking from their cracks and causing the surrounding mold to spread across the carpet beneath it. The graves of your allies were spread out across the perimeter of the building, their corpses either nowhere to be found or dug up and eaten by the beasts that had killed them. Whispers and mumbles echo from the people you could have come to call friends in another life, but their backs were turned towards you, shunning you from that sliver of a chance at a ‘normal’ life.

The sun peeked through the large windows of the building when you make your way downstairs towards the assembly hall. You yawn, mouth agape as you try to rub the remaining sleepiness out of your eyes. Waking up early was something you had to become accustomed to here, whether you liked it or not. Your hands found their way to your sides, clutching at the fabric of your shirt and pulling it close. You felt as though a single breath out of place would make these people hate you just the littlest bit more.

You knew you were the center of this minor dilemma you found yourself in. Outcasted, a funny thing, wasn’t it? To be rejected by the group you could call, what, a family? That was absurd, and yet, you long for it. They had a fair reason not to take kindly towards you. A stranger, someone nobody had ever heard of, not even a name on the side of a coffee cup, rose to the top of the hunters in their little group. You could barely hold your own before, so how come now you could kill monsters so efficiently with an arrow through the skull? 

The top. Here, it meant you were the best hunter. Other social statuses didn’t matter, apart from one person, but what mattered most is that you could hold your own and protect your allies. That and that alone amounted to your worth. You and one other person had been graced with being at the top of the chain. Punz. Oh, oh he didn’t like you. No, not one bit.

You rose to your current position as one of Las Nevadas’ best hunters in a little under a week. He knew you were a skilled hunter. Hell, they assigned him to keep tabs on you when the group’s so-called ‘leader’ gained interest. But so much as this? It was frustrating, bordering infuriating. He fought for his position, bloodshed with the scars to prove it. And you? You. You went in right under his nose. You fought hard, you knew that. You put in the effort to make it to where you were in a group of strangers. Punz didn’t see it that way. Nobody in the damn place did.

The other hunters saw you as a problem, a pest. Someone as bad as the monsters they dealt with on a daily. Every time you went out on a mission, it came directly from them. Time and time again they gave you missions with the most deadly monsters, ready to celebrate the day you never came back. Hoping that one evening these solo missions would turn into your downfall. Waiting for that oh-so-sweet pager message to tell them you were gone, never to be heard from again.

As far as they knew, that message was yet to come. 

With a jump off the last step, your feet collide with the carpeted flooring of the lobby. Or, as most here called it, the assembly hall. The room was filled, not completely, but as far as you knew, every member of the little ragtag group was here. You made your way to one of the adjacent walls, earning a few scowls and glares from your comrades. You brush it off; you have to, or else they’d feed off of your reaction like it was a starving man being graced with a meal. Your footsteps fall heavy as you walked, people around moving out of the way like you were the plague. That, or bumping into you, cursing at your clumsiness. It’s tiring, and yet you have to deal with it to survive.  

When you finally make your way across, you lean with your back against the wall with a small sigh of relief. You note how the wood caves slightly under your weight, almost asking you to add more pressure and break through. You push the thought aside, instead of letting your eyes scan the room, taking in everything and everyone you can see. Every single person there talked within a group. Whether it was only one other person or 10 strangers you had yet to know the names of, they all have someone to share their thoughts with. Where did that leave you? Your eyes cast towards the ceiling above you, a chandelier hanging down. The golden rods allowed for the pieces of glass to hang down, reflecting the sunlight that had peeked through. 

That chandelier was always something you look forward to seeing during these assembly meetings. It was your only constant. The sun shining through the windows, casting onto the glass and gold, painting little rainbows on the surrounding area. Maybe you admire it because you never saw one up in person before, maybe you like how it was high out of your reach. Maybe you would never know why you like it, but you still did. 

“People!” A familiar voice shouts from your far left, the voices of everyone around you diminishing into silence, looking with awe at the man who spoke. They all knew, of course, so did you. You turn your attention towards him, the man everyone calls their leader.

Quackity.

Who would have thought the shorty that ran the recruitment center would be the leader? You squint your eyes, trying to see him better from the distance you stood at. He wore the same thing every day, a white button-up, rolled to his elbows, black slacks, and suspenders. He didn’t look intimidating; he didn’t look important, and yet everyone here treated him like a god. It was annoying, but you’d have to continue dealing with it. You didn’t want to lose your tongue for speaking out of place, now did you?

Next to him stood Punz. That bastard was like a personal plaything for Quackity. When he’s bored? Call the man to entertain him. When he’s threatened? Order him to kill the offender. When he’s on his last breath? Take everything from him and leave him to rot. What could he do, argue? That was laughable. Quackity ruled over the casino. There was no question about it. He ruled over Las Nevadas. He. Ruled.

Both of their eyes met yours, Punz’s glare more intense towards you than usual, and Quackity’s smile widening, the scar through his lip making it more menacing. They were a full story above you, peering off of the balcony at you. As quick as their glances met yours, they left, turning to the others in the crowd. Punz stood a foot behind Quackity, the man in question leaning over the railing with his arms spread out wide. 

“My people! Another beautiful day in our home, wouldn’t you say?” His rhetorical question was met with cheers and joyful cries. You notice how it seems to only fuel his ego. How sad. His hands meet his head, readjusting his dark blue beanie, moving a piece of dark hair that had escaped underneath it. “I’m sure you’re bored with me saying the same thing every day.” He says, voice loud as it echoes through the open room. Nobody spoke. You knew he liked it like that. All the attention on him. 

He stands up straight, laughing lightheartedly whilst backing away from the railing and instead of walking along the side of it. “No, I’m sure you all have no problem with it.” A few scattered cheers voice their agreement, you notice how Quackity visibly stiffens. Poor bastards, you think, they wouldn’t make it tomorrow with that interruption. He clears his throat once more, the room quiet again. “We have a busy day today! We have leaks on the second floor that need fixing, a few easy pests that need to be taken care of in the garden, and our hunters have new assignments.” You perk up at the talk of assignments, your attention set on him more than before. “Hunters, you know the drill.”

You did. You push off of the wall, walking towards the front. A few people surrounding you decide to move out of your way now, all of them. The crowd parts like the Red Sea, letting you and the hunters around walk past without trouble. Two hunters on your left, three to your right, four behind. There were ten of your total, which wasn’t too bad, but it just added to the number of people that didn’t take a liking to you. You keep your pace quick, walking up to the fold-out table that sat below Quackity’s balcony. 

A woman and a man stand behind it, both dressed in yellow vests. The table has ten manilla folders on it, names written in marker to indicate whose is whose. The hunters around you rush forward, some pushing into you as they pass by. You sigh, bringing one of your hands to your neck to rub it. They did this every day. Quackity’s voice booms above you as he speaks. “Everyone else is welcome to breakfast now. Let’s make this day productive, people!” The crowd behind you cheers as you reach the empty table, taking the folder in your empty hand. Your eyes scan the folder, your name written neatly like the rest. 

The two across from you at the table stay quiet as they watch you, both glaring, but the man’s softer. You look up from it at them, sending them a nod as you make your way to your room. You hold it with two hands now, seeing how the folder is thicker than the others you had previously received. As you go to flip open the top, a hand finds itself on your shoulder.

“Ayyy, Y/n.” You groan internally as the hand pats you twice before retreating. You turn around to face Quackity, giving him a forced smile. “Quackity. A pleasure to see you.” He was always a pain to deal with in person. “8-Ball today? What happened to the prosthetic Mr. Andrews found last week?” His lips quirk up into a grin, the white circle of the 8-Ball in his right eye looking straight through you. It was… unnerving. He chuckled, bringing his hand up to motion for you to follow him as he turns around. 

You’re hot on his heels as you walk behind him, walking towards his office. “It was irritating, I’ll be honest. This one has some kinda... intimidating aura to it, don’t you think?” You hum at him, folder pressed to your chest as you walk. Your footsteps are out of sync with him, you notice. You subconsciously try to match them. “You know, talk more with the people here” He tries to tease, looking over his shoulder at you, watching you roll your eyes.

“You know more than anyone they don’t take kindly to me.” You comment, feeling his eyes on you as you look up at him. He sighs exasperatedly, looking ahead as he reaches a metal red door, his pace slowing. You stop behind him as he pulls out a chain with numerous keys on it, a loud clinking coming from it as he looks through them. There had to be over twenty keys on it, if that. He noticed your eyes on it, of course he did. “There are so many damn keys to this place, it’s nuts.” 

You hum again, watching as he unlocks the door and clips the chain to his belt once more. He pushes it open with both of his hands, walking in as it begins to shut on you. You hurry and push it open, looking around his office as you step in, closing it behind you. It was pretty minimal, with a few bookshelves, a desk, and a little lounge area in the back. “Nice office.” You comment, following him, bringing the hand holding the folder to your side. 

“Yeah, I’ll cut the shit now. That good for you?” That was different, but not surprising. “Yeah, sure.” He stops at his desk, turning and sitting on the ledge, his hands on his knees as he sits up straight. “Pass the folder here, let me show you what you’re dealing with.” You oblige with him, passing him the folder. You look at his hands, his fingers scarred and rough. Interesting. 

He flips it open and sets it onto the wooden desk, letting the contents spread across the length of the desk. Several sheets of paper were spread out, pages upon pages of info, the text smaller as to fit more words in the pages. What caught your eye the most, though, was the first sheet of paper. A photograph was clipped to the corner, a semi-blurry image of a pig-like creature. “The… Blade?”

“Bastard is what he is.” Quackity comments, stepping back to let you look down at the papers. He sits on the corner of the desk, hands now placed behind his as he looks over his shoulder at the papers. You take two steps forward, fingers drifting from one page to another. “There seems to be a lot about this one.” You remark, taking a random page in your hands as you read its contents under your breath.

“Upon further inspection, it seems the beast relates to that of a Piglin creature. While they are moderate-level monsters, this one seems to be an evolved breed of them. Its reflexes are quick, and it’s undoubtedly strong. Previous notes about the breed tell that they are very territorial and are naturally aggressive to those who aren’t their breed.”

You can feel Quackity tense beside you, so you call him out on it. “What’s on your mind?” He sighs, but you don’t look at him, eyes still trained on the papers. He’s quiet for a moment, and you almost don’t think he’s going to answer you. But he does. “That asshole was the one who gave me this scar.” 

Now that, that surprised you. Your brows raised, then furrowed as you came across a note over the top of one paper. “Says here nobody has survived facing him.” He almost growls at you, you hear the rumble in his throat, but he ends up sighing again. “I was lucky, wasn’t I.”

That’s for damn sure. If what these papers were saying was true, this was the most difficult monster that the group has faced to date. “So, it’s a suicide mission.” You say, swiping the papers back into the folder. They were trying to kill you. He laughs at that. Not his normal, unsettling chuckle, but a hearty laugh. “No no no, you got it all wrong. I think you are the only one that can kill him.” 

You stop everything. Your hands come to a halt. Your breathing stops. You stop. “What?” “I said.” He replies, pushing off the desk and leaning close to you, feeling his breath on the shell of your ear. “You are the only person here that can kill him.” Your eye twitches. “Why not Punz? Or, a group of the other hunters? Why am I the one that can kill him?” He smiled, this time it was soft, sincere. 

“Because you’re you.”

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⮞ Author’s Note - With that, we begin. Buckle up for the ride of a lifetime folks, it’s going to be bumpy.

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GOODBYE V|

w/c:: 2229

waring:: yelling, caps, abuse?, blood mentioned

summary:: Ranboo, Tubbo and Michael go to the prison. Tommy babysits, Techno and y/n get visitors...

a/n::im not sure how I like this one, its kind of all over the place. To make it make more sense after the line under the prison thing is what happened the day before their visit to the prison if that makes sense... 😭

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Lava cascades down heavily as Tubbo clutches onto a half sleep Michael in fear. Ranboos' malicious grin widens as he watches Sam give a weary look towards Tubbo and hits several buttons in a chronological order. A creaking followed by a tremendous rumble echos throughout the prison, Tubbo grabs onto the wall tightly to regain his balance as he started to tip over due to the shake.

Ranboo looks over in disgust and grabs the top of his tie to tighten it. He takes his hands and brushes off the dust and ash that came from above.

"Sorry about that." Sam says going over the the levers on the opposite side of the wall. "Ive been meaning to fix that but I always forget."

Ranboo shakes his head and sighs "its alright sam, the rumbling isn't the reason why we're here."

Sam says nothing but nods his head.

They get to the last stepping point, sam walks over to the other side of the wall, levers titled with different names coat the obsidian surface like a puzzle. one that shouldn't ever be solved.

"stand on the platform," he calls over the sounds of lava, "dont move."

Tubbo gulps lightly as he blinks uneasily at the blanket of lava separating him and Michael from the monster that was locked away deep inside. He walks over to ranboo -who looked deep in thought- and yanked at his beige vest. Ranboo doesn't seem to acknowledge that the boy is there though, it seems like he wants to. His eyes flicker from a dark purple to his natural heterochromia green and red ones. To Tubbo it looked like he was fighting with himself internally.

"Ranboo?" he cry out softly yanking once more, "we dont have to do this! we-we can always ask dream for more time! I promise you I'll try again tomorrow to talk to y/n! We just need- I just need time."

Ranboos head snaps up from its place towards the floor. The flickering was long gone now and the purple made a home. He removes Tubbos hand roughly from his arms and glares at him through pointed eyes.

"do not touch me," he seethe taking a step forward towards the lava. "you had your chance to talk to y/n earlier and you ruined it. Y'know that dream doesn't believe in second chances so why bother."

Tubbo scoffs and puts Michael down but walk towards Ranboo slowly. "You yourself saw what happened at Technos! I have the scar to prove it! They dont want to talk! Y/n wants nothing to do with us and it shows." lie.

Ranboo looks back at Tubbo tightly. His hands now rest behind his back, fingers laced together. "and whose fault is that? Hm? I'm not the one that lashed out!"

Tubbo raises a pointed finger and shoves it into Ranboos back "YES YOU WERE! YOU WERE THE REASON I GOT ATTACKED IN THE FIRST PLACE! I wouldn't have gotten shoved if you would've learned to control your anger"

Micheals whimpers and places his hands over his ears. He never liked loud noises especially when it involved his fathers yelling at one another. The hybrid back up farther from the pair but instead ends up backing into something hard and tall. With hands still wrapped around his ears he slowly looks up to see sam looking down at him in pity. A solemn look replaces his usually hard prison guard glare.

"Im sorry Michael," he whispers lightly. Michael looks up at him in confusion and grunts.

Sam clears his throat loudly to get the attention of the still fighting pair. "I'm ready when you are."

Ranboo looks up from Tubbo and grins the same devilish grin from before, "let the fun begin."

Prior to this altercation at the place where hell is soon to be set loose. Tubbo read Tommy a written list of everything Michael needed while they were gone. Tommy-who had been half listening- rocks back and forth in the decades old rocking chair while loudly sucking nothing out of his mouth with a tooth pick.

"-and he also needs to be put in bed by 8-" Tubbo looks up from his list to see that Tommy was on the cusp of dozing off, he rolls his eyes and snaps his fingers in front of Tommys face "HELLOOO??? IS ANYBODY HOME?"

Tommy give out a screech and falls out of the chair, from the corner of the room where Michael was watching he starts to giggle watching as his clumsy uncle hit the floor.

"what is wrong with you?" Tommy groans rubbing the top go his head. "I was listening! That was rude, uncalled for and mean." He huffs and sits back down softly.

Tubbo rolls his eyes again and scoffs "Rude and mean are practically the same thing and repeat to me at least one thing I just said just now."

Tommys eyes drifts over to the other side of the room as he tries and recall what tubbo had said to him. Multiple stampers and stutters fly out of the boys mouth reeking incoherent thoughts. He looks back to tubbo who had a pointed look on his face. Arms crossed and foot tapping, he waits for the blonde haired boy to come up with something.

Minutes passed and nothing is said. Tubbo groans and drops the paper into Tommys lap.

"Unbelievable! Absolutely unbelievable," He walks into the kitchen with Tommy right on his tail, Micheals ears perk up.

"Tubbo man listen! I promise nothing bad is going to happen! I'm a amazing babysitter! Even ask Michael! he'll tell you." The two male look over to Michael who was lurking in the corner, his stuffed pig in hand. He looks up feeling the attention shift to him and grunts. He looks at Tubbo and then to Tommy. After a few moments he nods his head lightly and goes back to playing.

Tommy lets out a cheer, throwing his arms up into the air. "SEE! I told you! Big M knows the truth."

Tubbo shakes his head but smiles, "yeah yeah whatever, we should be back no later than 9:30" he walks over the door where Ranboo stood waiting, a disturbed look etches his faces as he fiddles with his sleeves, "be safe, Michael remember, dinner first then desert. See you soon" and with that, he closes the door with Ranboo in tow.

Once entering the cold forest, tubbo shutters and grasps his thin wool sweater tighter. The freezing weather isn't one made for a half goat. Ranboo on the other hand looked completely fine. He was quite used to the ankle deep snow and frigid winters.

Ranboo notices that Tubbo is slowing down slightly, “you good tubbo?”

Tubbo turns around for the first time in 30 minutes, his lips are a purplish blue and his nose started to bruise. “Ranboo, look at me. Does it look like I'm good? I’m freezing my tail off and i almost ran into a tree trunk”

Ranboo makes a pained face and looks around. After moments of not spotting anything useful he remembers that he brought an extra scarf in case he accidently forgot his original one.

He gasps lightly and pulls the cotton scarf out of his pocket and walks towards Tubbo. Opening it a little, he slips it over his head and wraps it around 2 times before nodding his head.

“There you go,” Ranboo smiles and Tubbo gives him a skeptical look.

“Thanks…” he says, turning slowly as Ranboo kept walking to Technoblades house.

Upon arriving Steve, technoblades’ 'bodyguard' made a noise of acknowledgement and stepped aside to allow the two boys to step on the porch.

"much appreciated Steve," Tubbo says moving beside him but Steve doesn't give him not even a blink. Tubbo turns around to Ranboo already looking at him in expectancy. "dont do anything," - he takes his hand out of his glove and shoves it into his pocket-" just stand back there and let me do all the talking."

Ranboo gives him a weak nod and steps back farther from Tubbo and the door, "m'kay."

Tubbo takes a deep breath and nods his head, "okay," he turn back around and faces the door he last saw all those months ago. Memories flash in his eyes, the yelling, the crying, the regret, the neglect. He brushes them off his shoulders like a pesky bug and give three simple knocks,

Clunk

Clunk

Clunk

After the last knock there's silence, no noise coming from inside or outside the house aside from the nervous, heavy breathing from Tubbo and the occasional crunch coming from Steve as he ate.

"Knock again," Ranboo suggest getting impatient, "They may have not heard you the first time?"

Tubbo nods again, "yeah," and knocks. This time hard and long.

Clunk....

Clunk...

Clun-

Before Tubbo can knock again the door swings wide open. Technoblade stands there with his sword in hand, a head peeps out from behind him. A noise of what seemed to be disgust was heard and the person that was behind his back rolled their eyes.

y/n

"y/n" Tubbo gasps stepping forward but was quick to step back when Technoblade thrust his sword forward.

"why are you here." he grumbles, the deepness of his voice sent vibrations through the air causing the crows in the area to scatter. "I thought I told you guys to stay away."

Tubbo shakes his head and puts his hands out in front of him in defense. "we know- I know but we just wanted to spend some time with our child, you know how long its been," -he looks over to Ranboo and then to y/n who had stepped out of hiding- "we missed you and we want you to come home to us. we realized our mistakes and we want a change."

y/n steps forward but not all the way since techno was blocking their path and lets out a unhumorous laugh, "yeah okay, im not coming back, me, techno and Philza are content."

Tubbo starts to get restless "y/n please."

y/n uncrosses their arms and closes their eyes, "what do you not understand? why do you not want me to be happy? I said no"

Ranboo starts getting agitated his eyes shine a brighter purple, and rushes forward and comes face to face with Technoblade "You will let us see them and thats FINAL. I will no longer agrue with you, if you have a problem then you're going to have to go through me because you will not allow us to see our child."

Techno lets out a disdain huff, "do you know who you're talking to? I was the one that took you in, I know all your weaknesses ranboo, dont test it."

Ranboo looks down and sucks his teeth, "y'know what? Im tired of talking" he charges forward and lands on techno. Screams fill the air as the two rustle with one another.

"TECHNO STOP!" y/n screams trying to break them up but failing horribly.

"RANBOO LET GO! I TOLD YOU I HAD IT!" Tubbo tries to grab Ranboo on the shoulder to separate them but instead he accidentally grabs Technoblade.

"dont tOUCH ME!" techno roars and shoves Tubbo backwards.

Everything goes in slow-motion. One moment Tubbo is having a conversation and the next he's being thrown into the sky and landing on his face.

"d..d-DAD!" y/n screams and rushes over to Tubbo who was laying on the floor in pain. where once was his silky smooth skin was a scar that went from his forehead to the corner of his lips. "are you okay?"

Tubbo groans and goes to reach for the wound but y/n slaps his hand away before he could "yeah im fine."

By this time the two other hybrids stop fighting and Ranboo rolls his eyes and sighs, "get up tubbo, you'll suffice," when Tubbo stays on the floor he titters and teleports over to y/n and tubbo.

He grabs tubbo by the collar and hoists him onto his feet. Tubbo lets out a cry and y/n takes out a tissue they had stored in their pocket and handed it to Tubbo.

"thank you," he says quietly and watches as y/n gives him a worried look.

"this is not over," ranboo shouts at Technoblade "we will be back! and we will have y/n." he drops tubbo on his feet and slings his arm over his shoulder, under his breath he then says "even if we have to use force."

On the way home Tubbo slips in and out of consciousness, the blood on his face had dried up by now. He remembers the tissue y/n gave him and takes it out of his breast pocket to clean himself off. As he unravels it his notices some ink in the inside.

'strange' he thinks opening it up more. The more he opened the more ink showed up. Tubbo looked up to see if Ranboo was around but he was too busy up ahead talking to himself. Tubbo flattened out the tissue on his chest

'I would like to have a talk,' it read ' just me and you. no one else. I'll sneak out when you give me a confirmation.Just dont tell Ranboo '

...

bingo.

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