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Dread hit his stomach hard.
He was ordered to kill a pup.
Chat and his Omega instincts were screaming simultaneously to kill Schlatt and take the pup away from this place.
He saw Quackity stopping Fundy from interfering.
Another pup?
How many pups are around him?
He knows Tommy is one.
How many more?
His Omega instincts are screaming.
Save the pups!
Kill Schlatt, save the pups.
For the first time in so long, he goes feral as his Omega instincts take over his body.
When he finally regained his senses, he was in a nest far away from Manburg. He could tell he was in a makeshift hut and groaned at the simple box shape of the room.
But his groan subsided when he saw the pups resting beside him.
Fundy and Tubbo.
Wilbur was going to flip out when he learned his son was now in Technoblade's care but Technoblade could care less.
Tubbo and Fundy were his pups now.
And if anyone tried to take them from him, their blood would sate the voices nicely.
It had been a week since the surprise adoption of Tubbo and Fundy. It was surprisingly peaceful out in the cold arctic the three of them called home.
Technoblade built an arctic cabin which was way more aesthetically pleasing than that makeshift hut, though the hut did provide a utility purpose until the cabin was fully built.
Tubbo and Fundy seemed to change into totally different people overnight once it finally set in that they were no longer involved in the Manburg vs Pogtopia conflict.
Sure, Technoblade would have to leave to deal with that conflict but they weren't involved.
Technoblade could tell that a huge weight had been lifted off both of his pups' chests as they had snowball fights and laughed.
Technoblade would return from the conflict and feel a sense of peace.
Sure, this server was full of war and conflict thanks to Dream and Tommy, but his pups could reclaim the childhood stolen by the L'manburg revolution.
If war tried to reach his doorstep, he'd prove why The Blade is a name to be feared.