May or may not have finally added the DC element to this fic... Warning: Panic Attack

"I still don't understand."

"What do you not understand, Wilbur you lost fair and square."

"Right at the end of the movie too! Perfectly timed Techno!"

"Thank you, Phil, but why are we here again."

The group stood at the edge of a large park. Which... to be honest looked more like a garden. Bushes and flowers curved along a winding path and trees dotted the green grass that outlined the floral. A very peaceful looking place overall.

"This is your punishment for winning Monopoly."

"... So I'm being punished for being good at games?"

"Precisely."

"You guys suck."

    Fortunately Techno quickly got distracted by all of the bees floating around. They really did seem to just hover in the air with they're fluffy little body's and they're iridescent wings. He started following one around studying as the bee as they perched on the flowers and disappeared in to them before moving on. He actually managed to follow the insect all the way back to they're hive before losing track of them.

    There is was Techno realized he was lost. Very, very lost. He had followed the bee in to a more "forestry" part of the park, and had no idea where his friends were. Sure he saw people, but they were all strange and unfamiliar. He didn't want to bother them, they all looked so happy. He just wanted to go home.

    Techno's throat began to feel tight and itchy. He began to feel very dizzy and faint. He doesn't remember sitting down, but there he is with his back agains a tree just a few yards away from the hive. His head hurt. He just wanted to sleep, he just wanted to see his friends again.

The wind picked up. Techno shivered. He could barely breathe. His face felt wet.... Was it raining? Jeez, it's so freaking cold. I wish Wilbur would have told me to grab a warmer jacket. I wish I was back at Wilbur's house :(

Techno must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he know is that there's a jacket draped over his shoulders and a hand gently shaking him awake.

"Hello? Are you okay? You seem to have been sitting here a while."

He opens his eyes and is greeted by the sight of a young man with dark hair and vibrant eyes. He's crouched by his side, concern masked by a slightly indifferent look.

"Ummmmmmmmmm... probably not?"

The man next him just kinda looked confused, "Would you like some help then? You look at little lost."

"Please,IfollowedabeeandIcan'tfindmyfriends,becauseofEu-ropeis verylarge."

Techno really felt pathetic. He couldn't think clearly and his grammar was absolutely atrocious. The stranger was probably completely confused. The day just felt like a train wreck right now and it was not helping that his nose was slightly stuffy.

The stranger tilts his head, "So you followed a bee, and lost your friends because you are in a foreign country?" Techno looked down, "Well when you say it like that it sounds stupid..." The man gives an amused huff, stands up, and holds out his hand expectantly. With a small tired, yet-still-warm smile he says, "Come on, Ill help you find your friends."

This just set off Techno's anxiety even more. I don't want to waste this man's time. He's probably got more important things to be doing then help an idiot like me. I followed a F****** bee and got lost! I mean how stupid can one being get?!?

The dark haired male in front of him seemed to sense his anxiety, but took it in the wrong sense. "I promise I'm probably not going to kill you."

Techno rolled his eyes, "I wasn't even thinking about that yet, thanks." Sarcasm dripping off every word like poison. It was, in fact, his favorite defense mechanism. Instead of getting mad, taking his jacket, storming away, like Techno had expected (hoped even). The mad-lad just laughs, rolling his eyes. "I know far to many people who use sarcasm when they are terrified for it to be good on my mental health." He crouched down again, "If we can't find your friends before dark, I'll take you to a McDonald before we go to a police station, okay?"

Now you might be thinking, Oh, Technoblade, he going to stab you in a back alley. You may be right, but the offer of free food definitely out weighs the risk.

I don't believe I portrayed the "panic attack scene" correct, nor did I portray the "stranger" correctly but that doesn't matter right now.

10/5/2020