Pt.3 of "I'm a person"

Last part was short and didn't really move the plot anywhere but it was necessary!

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News about the newly found 'Angel of Death' spread like wild fire. Quackity and the others refused to speak about the incident as for their own reasons.

The only thing that Quackity let slip about the stranger other than their appearance was the fact that they were a Watcher. And not any type of Watcher, it was a Rank 1 Watcher. Watchers aren't necessarily bad; they help the players in need with their servers, they drive bugs away and give gifts to the players. However, it's rarely seen for them to cooperate with admins and if the Watchers don't get what they want from the players or the players disobey or threaten them (yes, this happened before), they will show no mercy when they will be burning the server to the ground and kill all the players.

In short, this 'Angel of Death' was a great threat to the server.

~Time skip for like 3 weeks~

The Watcher made no move already for 3 weeks but some people saw him round.

Pogtopia was making steady progress in gaining members and with Technoblade joining, the resistance had even better chances of winning. However, as time passed, Wilbur thought that the only way to do this was by blowing up Manburg.

This resulted Tommy and Wilbur to constantly argue, to which Techno would leave the ravine to explore and get more stuff for the resistance. he hates it when family argues; it reminds him of the time when Dad and Gri-

never mind. He doesn't want to remember him.

PoV: Techno 

I was walking down the banks of the river that was close to the ravine. Wilbur and Tommy are arguing again, so, I decided that I would be the productive one and get something useful done. God I hate it when they argue. It reminds me too much of home where Dad and Grian would always argue.

I was lost deep inside my head when i heard the sound of someone humming. I took out my sword and crept closer to the sound.

As I approached, the humming became more familiar, the tune became something that I had a strong feeling that i recognise it.

"hello Technoblade" I stopped in my tracks, gripping my sword even tighter. The Watcher sat on a stone near the river, "I wasn't anticipating that you'd be coming over so soon" they continued on.

wait, were they waiting for me?

The being stood up. My knuckles were turning white from how hard I was gripping the sword, "you can relax. I won't hurt you" I was still on edge.

They came up even closer to me, placing a thumb on my fore head, I tried to step away, but my body wouldn't move.

I slowly waited for my doom.

There was a bright light flashing before my eyes before everything became black.

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I opened my eyes to be in a completely different location. There wasn't any signs of wars, flowers were blooming everywhere and the sky was crystal blue. A castle was seen in the distance

"you have a really nice limbo, y'know" i turned around to see the Watcher still standing there, smiling.

"Where am I?" I growled. I was just in the forest, by the river bank. How the hell was I here?

"you're in your own limbo." they replied calmly. 'what the hell is a limbo?!' I thought to my self.

"c'mon, let me take you somewhere" they reached out their hand to me. I just noticed that he was wearing a red sweater and grey jeans. Their strawberry-blond hair was messily flopped on their head, their eyes were a brilliant blue.

Why do I think I know this guy?

I grabbed their hand.

Instantly, I was taken somewhere else. I recognised the place as the castle of the Artic Empire, my old home. We were walking down the streets in silence, faceless people passing us by. I stayed silent before a person went straight through me "wha- "

"People don't see us here. We don't have any physical bodies here" The Angel explained, I just nod and we continue walking to the castle. "Why are we even going to the castle?" I asked, I genuinely didn't see a reason to go there and why are we even here. "I thought that it would be nice for you to look around your own limbo, Technoblade. I also wanted to give you something for your revolution." the being spoke calmly.

why do I have a feeling like i know them?

Wait

We think we know who they are

no

actually we don't remember, sorry

The voices were trying to be useful but they were dog water at it. We entered the castle. The similar concreate walls met my eyes, the smell of old parchment, the small heat the tourches provided for you. It was really welcoming, come to think of it.

The man lead me to my old room. The similar walls met me as I saw my old armour and weapon hug up on the walls. However, there were two knew things; a trident, which was glowing with enchantments on, and a crossbow, but instead of arrows it had fireworks in it. The man came up to the items, picking them up.

"these are for you." he gave them to me, "the trident has riptide on it. Letting one leap through water when holding it and fly when it's raining. And this crossbow is a firework launcher; it does a great deal more damage than any arrows and is great advantage in combat."

 I was speechless to say the least. I should've said that you or something like that but the words that came out of my mouth were "what do you want back for them?" the man looked confused, "wouldn't you want something back for this?" I asked again, to which they shake their head.

"this is more of a gift." the being put their head down, "or as a sorry for what I did" now this got me confused.

why would they apologize for something they didn't do to me?

They reached their hand out to me again, I took it again, with pretty much no hesitation. A sense of trust was emitting from them.

The sense changes and we were now in the Great Hall. My Dad was on the throne, looking very much pissed and next to him stood someone I haven't seen in a long time...my brother, Grian.

"Grian leave" his Father threatened, "i have more important matters to attend to than to argue with you." Grian rolled his eyes "Watch your attitude!" Dad slapped Grian across his face, leaving a red mark, "i'm sick and tired of the way you act to your own father." Phil was pissed, not even realising his mistake before he visibly saw Grian flinch and stiffen, his all emotion leaving his face. "Grian, I'm so-"

The being looked away, subconsciously touching a small red mark visible amongst the many scars. I never realised how bad my Dad treated Grian.

Grian just snapped. "MY ATTITUDE?! THE WAY I TREAT YOU?! WELL, DAD" Grian spat out, turning to him, tears rolling down his face, "DID IT EVER COME ACROSS YOUR OR SO BRILLIANT MIND THAT I DON'T WANNA DO THIS ANYMORE?! HAVE YOU EVER EVEN THOUGHT OF ME AS YOUR SON?! OR AM I JUST A TOY FOR YOU TO USE?!" Grian roared in anger.  Phil just looked at him, "WHAT?! A CAT GOT ON YOUR TOUNG?! DID YOU EVER CARE ABOUT ME?! WAS I JUST A TOY FOR YOU TO USE FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE?!" he was sobbing at this point.

I just stood there, frozen in shock, not believing that this was the caring brother I always saw him as.

Was this really what he had to go through?

The Watcher stood very awkwardly behind me, looking as though he just wanted to leave.

I just continued to watch.

"well, maybe if you were actually good enou-" Phil started but was interrupted by Grian again, "I will never be enough for you, won't I. I will never be perfect enough for you. You'll never see me as your son, you'll only see me as a tool..." Grian's voice was pure coldness and hatred, "I did everything you asked me to do, and yet i'm just not good enough for you! I WILL NEVER BE GOOD ENOUGH! The only thing you care about is your kingdom! I bet that you don't even care about Techno or Wilbur or Tommy! I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOU USING ME LIKE I WAS A PEICE OF DUST! TO YOU, I'M JUST A WORTHLESS PEICE OF SHIT!" Phil had shrunken back a little, "ALL I EVER WANTED WAS TO BE GOOD ENOUHG FOR YOU, BUT NOW I REALISE THAT MAYBE YOUR THE PROBLEM HERE?! WHEN WILL YOU REALISE THAT I'M A PERSON TOO?!" Tears were streaming down his face, "I'M YOUR FATHER! I GET TO DECIDE WHAT YOU DO!" Phil roared back at him, raising his hand to slap Grian on the face again. "WHEN WILL YOU REALISE THAT I'M A PERSON! I'M NOT JUST A STUPID MINDLESS MACHINE FOR YOU TO USE! I'M NOT A WEAPON, I'M NOT A ROBOT THAT CAN HANDLE EVERYTHING AND IT NEVER BREAKS. I AM A PERSON!" Grian stormed away, going right through me.

I turned around to look at the Watcher, who had a few stray tears running down his face, "I wanted to say sorry for leaving you without even saying a good bye"

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A/N: progress will be a lot slower in the next week or so because I am going to my grandparents house to help them tomorrow so sorry in advance for that.

Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter and that I'll see you guys soon