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The Manburg Festival. A day of reckoning, one might say.
Unfortunately, despite initially hosting the event, Quackity had other, more important matters to attend to.
No worries. He always has a backup.
Enter Charlie Kirk, a man known for his controversial opinions and surprising lack of knowledge of what a human fetus looks like. Despite his disfigured-looking face, he was just about competent enough for Quackity to trust that he'd handle the event well by himself.
Or so he thought.
For most of the Manburg Festival, everything went relatively smoothly, other than Kirk's odd interactions and tendency to start random debates mid conversation.
As he stood up on the podium, looking down at the individuals waiting patiently below him, Tubbo grimaced. Why is Charlie Kirk, of all people, here?! He wasn't even relevant in 2020!
Whatever. It doesn't matter. At least Jschlatt is here, just in case things go ary. Then again, Schlatt isn't the most reliable person either. This was an absolute match made in hell.
Technoblade sat in his seat, arms resting lazily on the wooden back of his chair. This whole entire event was silly, really. Poorly put together and barely held by tape and PVA glue, he thought to himself.
No matter. He's here to be entertained, not for the quality of the event.
So when both Charlie and Jschlatt encased Tubbo in a makeshift prison cell, he raised a brow. He didn't expect this.
What he expected even less is for him to be called up on stage, in front of everyone, staring face to face with Tubbo.
Treason, was it?
"Technoblade, if you would please be so kind..." Jschlatt grinned, gesturing his hand towards Tubbo.
"Uhh, what are you suggesting?" Technoblade stared at both men on either side of Tubbo, dumbfounded.
"Take care of him."
"What, you want me to uh, get him some breakfast? What do you mean by 'take care of him'..."
"Yeah, show him a nice 5 course dinner, won't you?"
"A little reward, if you will," Kirk chimed in, teethy grin splattered on his face.
Techno scrunched up his own in response.
"Are you not hungry, Tubbo?" Kirk turned to him, same grin plastered on his face.
"I-I'm really not, no..." Tubbo replied, trembling a bit.
Jschlatt interrupted, his impatience imminent. "Techno, we're on a tight schedule. I only call you in for special favours, 'cause we go way back, right?"
"What are you saying..."
"Take him out. Kill him, kill him right now." Jschlatt shifted, expression turning more serious, fury making his ears go red. "On this stage! NOW! And make it HURT."
"OHHHHH, now I get it..."
The crowd below them rose, in a panic, sputtering comebacks about how they needed to calm down and how the two maniacs were ruining the festival.
"I'd rather rule this country alone than with a traitor such as him." Schlatt turns his head away, gritting his teeth. "God, I can't even look at you."
Charlie, in the meantime, was spitting back at the crowd, telling them to shut up and that he had the right to do this.
"Look, man, I don't really do well in stressful situations," Techno admitted.
"Go on," Charlie Kirk leaned into Techno's ear, egging him on. "Take the shot."
"Uhh-," Techno takes the crossbow from his back, hands shaking as the peer pressure gets to him.
"Kill him, Techno. Crossbows like these are legal here for a reason."
Technoblade looks at Tubbo, then at the two men beside him.Taking a deep breath, he knows what to do.
Little did the two people beside him know, he's an anarchist.
"DOWN WITH DEMOCRACY!" He yells, pushing Tubbo backwards as he shoots one round of fireworks into the side of Kirk's neck.
Blood endlessly flows out of Kirk's neck as he stiffens up, off balance, and with a thud he falls onto the ground.
With everyone in a panic, he grabs onto Tubbo's hand and drags him out of the cell and out of sight. They look behind each other, and are surprised to be met with Tommyinnit of all people there, being chased by half of the people in the server.
Somehow, his entrance made everyone forget about Kirk, or what remained of him.
Better him than me, Techno thought, as he dragged Tubbo into safety.