He had known about the trip for months, and yet when the time came the great Technoblade was not prepared.

    Tomorrow was the day he would finally meet some of his favorite people (although he would never admit it even under the threat of death), and he was in shambles. Paranoia haunts his every move. What if they hate me? What if they are just setting me up to be kidnapped and enslaved? What if I screw up? What if the plane crashes and I die? What if they were cake all along?!?

The door bell rings and Techno is knocked out of his thought and in the present. He stares blankly in to space for about ten seconds trying to remember, who would dare attempt to socialize with him.

Oh right. I ordered pizza, I have inflicted this misery upon myself, Techno thought glumly as he checked to make sure he was decent looking by social standards. He then walked to the door of his apartment and paid for his pizza( and tipped the delivery person, Technoblade may slaughter orphans, but he's not about being a jerk to people).

   He takes his pizza back to his recording room to continue worrying about how wrong this trip could go, while his pizza starts to go cold.

    Techno's trance is only interrupted by the familiar sound of a discord call. Seeing that is was Philza, he quickly answer... and then sat in awkward silence because he doesn't trust himself to speak first.

    There is some rummaging on the other side of the call and then, "Techno? Are you there? Or did Floof walk across your keyboard again?"

    Techno smiles remembering how dumbfounded he was on how Floof had gotten up on his desk. He misses Floof (he's not dead or anything, Techno just had to drop him off at his mother's house so she could take care of him).

"That really must have been confusing to call me and have a dog answer."

    "It really was! My first thought was that may be you had trained your dog to be your butler of sorts," Philza said with a little laugh. "Sounds like something I would do," Techno said with a slight smile, it earns another laugh out of Phil which was all that mattered. May be Techno should stop being such a suck up....

Philza, always quick to pick up on this kinds of things, interjected with "Techno, I can feel yourself hatred all the way from Britain. Now, tell me what's up."

"I-"

Techno's voice cracked, as well as his confidence. He wasn't sure he could just... spill his guts. He really didn't want to cry on call with Phil again, especially right before they met.

Phil, bless this angel of a man, let him off without him having to explain hisself, "I just realized how late it must be for you there! I'll just bug you tomorrow. Make sure you actually sleep!"

"Buuuutttttt Phiiiiiiiiillll."

"No complaining, you need your sleep. I don't want a grumpy Techno tomorrow."

"Fiiiiiiine, good night, Dad."

Another one of Philza's famous little laughs and then, "Sleep well, Techno." Then the only noise was his computer's fan.

Techno sighs, and takes his pizza to his kitchen to reheat it.

After consuming the entire pizza, Techno sets his alarm extra early and collapses on to his bed.

Techno doesn't actually sleep. He stares at his alarm clock until it goes off. Then, he rolles out of bed. He grabs his suitcase and bags, his phone and his wallet, chucking all of it in to his car. Then he prays to no one that he remembered everything.

    He drives to the airport, thinking Screw food. Five minutes from his house, he immediately misses the food he could have eaten. They've got restaurants at the airport right?

    After a solid 15 minutes thinking about food, he arrives at his destination. I smell fooooooooooooooodddd! Technoblade silently celebrates.

    He grabs his things and enters the large complex, immediately setting off to find food.

    The second he has his seat belt on in the plane, he falls asleep with a full stomach and a mind full of thoughts.

No beta, we die like idjits.

9/19/2020
Published at midnight soooooo 9/20/2020