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[spookytechza]

Something snapped on their way back. Something under their feet, uprooted.

Careful, now. You wouldn't want to scare the birds.

Little is more frightening than a man who has nothing left to lose.

...Or has he?

Good luck.

techza halloween week: day 6- bargain (part 2/2)

[spookytechza]

It was barely audible, one would have had to sit by themselves in silence to have heard it, but there was there was a rhythmic tapping down the hallway. Had the travelers been quieter, perhaps then they might've found it came from one of the paintings.

Somebody, something, desperate to get out.

Ah, and what sweet piece you bring us! A lovers' embrace on equal ground, gazing gently into eachothers eyes. Nothing suspicious or disquieting happening here, at all. Their expressions say it all. Thank you, KS!

Red always favored them both.

3 weeks late but . but I did finish the prompt for day 1 of techza halloween week lol

[spookytechza]

The woods are quiet, quieter than they've been all night. Nothing stirrs, and not even the wind.

A warning, perhaps? If only they'd listened.

What are you willing to give, to protect those around you? To leave with your life?

I suppose we'll find out.

techza halloween week: day 6- bargain (part 1/2)

[spookytechza]

It had been long since anyone knocked on the door, the chatter had simmered down. Peace comes before the storm and it returns after, too. At long last it all goes back to deadly, blissful quiet.

Forgetting such important date and being unable to prepare for reasons outside your control are certainly most frightening. Not to mention the terrors of awkward discussion, and having to interact with tiny humans and their parents all at once.

What a horrific scenario. Thank you dearly for bringing us a most amusing story, @antimony-medusa! We are delighted to have you.

Sometimes You're The Windshield, Sometimes You're The Bug

Phil had just finished his evening ritual of restlessly shifting through fourteen different methods of being sprawled on the sofa (ending for the moment with his legs hanging over the arm of the couch and his head on Techno’s lap), when the doorbell rang. They both looked at each other. “Are you expecting anyone?” Techno’s eyebrows were drawn together. “Fuck no.” Phil straightened up and looked at the door. “Could it be the landlord?” The doorbell rang again. “On a Tuesday night?” Techno got off the couch and headed for the door, peering through the peephole. “Oh no.” He started frantically flipping the deadbolts. “Wait, who is it?” Phil said from behind him. The door opened to reveal a small child in a cat costume and a bored-looking adult leaning over to press the doorbell again. “Trick or Treat!” the kid piped. “Fuck,” Phil said, suddenly remembering something he’d forgotten to buy. The child gasped. Or: it's Halloween night and Someone forgot to buy the candy. For Day 7 of Techza & Emduo Spooky Week: Trick or Treat!

Status: 1/1 chapters, updated 31 October, 2,551 words

Fandom: Dream SMP

Rating: Teen Audiences

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade

Relationships: Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff, Trick or Treating, Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza are Best Friends, Technoblade and Phil Watson | Philza Live Together, Comedy, Halloween

What's that? A halloween fic? Yes! I wanted to write something for @spookytechza halloween week, and well, I am not much of a spooky horror writer, but I could take on the Trick or Treat prompt! So here you have it— the horrors of looking for candy on Halloween night but everywhere is SOLD OUT.

[spookytechza]

As the night dwindles, the stars a little less bright and the moon slowly decaying, one last whisper remains, flowing with the wind and carrying on one last story.

At last, Halloween is over.

TECHZA SPOOKY WEEK DAY 7! TRICK OR TREAT/'TILL DEATH DO US PART

AND HERE IT IS! It feels fitting to be the one opening AND closing the officially unofficial Techza Spooky Week.

Seriously, though, me and Gecko are amazed by all the works posted under the hashtag and we couldn't be more proud of all of you.

With that in kind: HAVE IT! THE BOYS BEING SILLY! HERE

[spookytechza]

Potions would certainly have been handy to have in their treck through the forest, especially when the treetops began covering the light from the moon.

Perhaps they'd all have turned back in time, if they had.

I wonder if this is what they mean by the dangers of talking to strangers Perhaps one should just keep quiet in such situations before they put their foot in their mouth.

This one makes one wonder how he'll find his plums! Or if he will at all and what the consequences for that may be. Thank you for giving us such an entertaining mystery to ponder!

Day 6 ... Fae/ Bargain

The street was loud and bright, making Techno want to turn back and huddle in his cabin and live in blissful ignorance. Unfortunately, the consequence of his actions have been getting annoying to deal with. Attempts to end his life are not new, but they haven't taken up space in his head ever since he took his first soul. Now, he has to stuff his rucksack with enough potions to kill an average man.

Techno didn't like brewing, and brewing didn't like him, so the situation has gotten to the point where he's inconvenienced.

Not that he needs over a thousand brews, but Techno doesn't believe one can be over prepared.

And so here he is, moving through the sea of people and praying his informant didn't feed him false information just to mess with him.

It's happened before, and the only reason he's still breathing is the simple fact Foogle knows his worth.

A hundred steps straight and twenty to the right, you'll find someone who can help, was his directions, Techno thought grimly as he stared at the damp alley. A hundred steps completed from the startpoint, and twenty left.

All in all, it wasn't a bad alley. It was damp and musty sure, but there wasn't a million shards of glass strewn or bursting trash [cans]. Dark as an alley in the middle of the city can be, which was suspiciously dark, nothing called out to Techno.

He sighed, walking into the alley. It was probably Foogle fucking with him again, and when he came back he'd conveniently have his [salvation], shielding him from any sharp knives.

Well, at least now he knows what the city looks like, and won't have to come back ever again, he thought as he took the final step.

Deteriorating brick and stained cement suddenly melted away to reveal a green clearing in the midst of a forest. The trees were marked in patterns with what looked like leaves, and small mushroom rings enclosed them.

Techno froze.

Nothing jumped out at him, and a glance down showed no mushroom ring. He let out a breath but kept his body alert. He still had no way of escape, and would have to rely on the grace of the fae that greeted him to let him go.

Thank you Foogle, now he doesn't even have a gift to offer.

"Hello there mate."

It was only the years of fending off his murder attempts that had him repress a flinch.

"Hello," Techno greeted back, polite as ever, fae or not.

They were pale, translucent at the edges where the scenery bled green. Long blond hair that reached the floor from where they sat criss cross. Unfortunately, he was nude, which meant Techno was forced to gaze at their face instead of his usual evading tacticts.

"Are you Techno?"

Usually he aced social interactions, he had enough of a backlog now to cross check.

But, this was the first time he talked to a fae, and they usually had a whole 'nother set of rules that Techno wasn't too keen on learning.

"Uhh, most people call me that, yeah."

The fae hummed, "And the rest?"

Ok and look, he's not dumb alright? Any other day, with at least a week beforehand in prep, he could ace this. The whole idea of fae is based on manipulating language and Techno's gotten pretty good at it himself. However, he was expecting to wade back into a crowd of people in the direction of Foogle where he'd get what he needed and end the night with a dog or two cuddling him.

So excuse him for being a bit blunt.

"Imma be honest I don't have a gift and wasn't really expecting to find anything, so if we could re schedule to maybe a month from now I would really appreciate it. I'll even bring twice as many offerings of whatever you want, promise."

Halfway through his ramble Techno realized he probably should have been more polite about it all, but if worse comes to worse he didn't come empty handed. If this fae is important to Foogle he should have thought twice before sending him blind.

A bright spark of laughter made his tense muscles tense even further, which could apparently happen.

"Reschedule! Am I such an inconvenience, or are you that vain?" The question was accompanied with a sharp smile, but Techno suddenly wasn't afraid.

Maybe he was actually worse at social cues than he thought, but he thinks the fae relaxed.

"Neither? Ok maybe you're a little inconveniencing, but so am I! We're inconveniencing each other, so why don't we both set a date where we're more prepared?"

The fae let out another bark of laughter.

Techno grinnned.

"Am I wrong? I don't like people breaking into my home, I'm sure you don't either. Usually I politely escort them out so I'm just saving both of us the trouble."

"How are you this fearless? Have the fae really lost all respect?" The fae asked, head held up by a forearm propped on his knee. They stopped laughing but a gleam shined bright in their eye.

"Oh no, you're still feared and revered, promise. And I'm not fearless, I just figure if I wanna make a proper deal I should probably bring something to trade."

Techno questioned whether he made a mistake when the air became heavier, colder, and the feral grin was hidden behind an arm.

All he could see was bright gleam, almost rivaling the sun.

"A deal?"

Techno cleared his throat, trying to keep his lungs from collapsing. "Yup."

"Hmmm," the fae tilted their head, leaving only one glimmering eye visible, "You've certainly got guts, coming here unprepared and asking for favours before even offering anything."

Techno was seconds away from pulling one of his potions, nerves shot up at the oppressive atmosphere when the fae fluidly stood up.

"Two weeks from this hour I'll be expecting you," they called over their shoulder.

"And I expect a basket of fresh plums," they added on, spinning around to give one devilish smile before vanishing.

Or, vanished Techno from the dimension, as he was suddenly plopped into the dank alley with suspicious puddles.

"Well, that could have gone worse," Techno muttered, patting himself to take inventory.

Everything was transported with him, and considering he only had to buy some plums—

Techno stilled.

It was the middle of winter.

He almost started questioning whether the fae was aware of his dimesion's season and what fruit was out of season, or if they just really like plums, but Techno sighed and started the trek back home.

He'd have to make a pit stop at Niki's to ask about her garden, and the possibility of adding a plum tree to the nursery.

[spookytechza]

DAY SEVEN: TILL DEATH DO YOU PART

It seems the cold night is gracing us with some exciting news - the day we all so eagerly awaited is here now and we could not be more excited. Oh, dearest travellers, it was such a delight to spend this marvelous time with you. We, however, believe it is due time to finally… let you go, per se. Oh, we wouldn't want you being so sad, do we? We do, however, like our food nice and scared.

It was a pleasure to stay with you during this week, but we believe it's time to feast. Don't we, darling?

Oh, yes! Dinnertime is overdue. I believe I speak for all both of us when I say we will carry these memories with us for the rest of time. Our meal's had enough of a fright to become nice and supple. We've long been hungry, nobody comes around these parts anymore. Since the fallout you see! And growing cabins must eat! The entertainment you've provided us with has been a wonderful treat!

Would you like the first bite, dearest?

In the midst of the turmoil, a strange scene unfolded. The air, thick with despair, showed varied reactions: some tried to flee, desperately searching for an escape, while others curled up in resignation, tears mixing with the dust around them. A few, in their desperation, attempted to bargain with their captors, trying to weave words into a thread of hope for their escape. Yet, amid this chaos, there was one—remarkably, just one—who stood still, a quiet acceptance on their face. They understood the futility of resistance, the absurdity of fighting against the very cabins that trapped them. In that stillness lay a deep realization: to struggle was to embrace foolishness, and surrender seemed the only path to clarity.

As time passed, the houses—those sinister watchers of despair—began their slow, insidious work. Almost unnoticed, they drained the very essence of life from those caught within. Each wall, each creaking beam, seemed to have a hunger that went beyond mere stone and wood—a relentless thirst for vitality that could never be satisfied.

And from their guests lifeless forms, new ones rose. If they changed for better or for worse, nobody would know. Their bodies shaped in strange ways, rising lost in what had once been familiar bodies.

Some stayed, joining those that had previously tried to reach them from the shadows of the cabins. Some became them, hiding in the cabinets, in the corners of their rafters.

Outside, the corpses of those who'd come running back, those who'd been just short of knocking on two doors again, turned to creatures of the night, forced to hide from light each dawn, forever searching for something they'd lost, chasing it in those that were still living.

And sure enough, as the dawn rose, the cabins grew.

Thank you for joining us.

Sincerely, Techno and Phil's cabins.

[spookytechza]

The sweet smell of ashes seemed to be all around and from the fire of the burning fireplace, a small little diary emerged. It seems there is something inside that just now was delivered! Well, guess we do have ourselves sometime to read it. - Phil's Cabin

@spookytechza had this idea literally yesterday so I didn’t finish it but here’s a fic for the bargain prompt

[spookytechza]

A small little book sat on top of a small side table, forgotten by time and yet, with a tale still there, ready to be rediscovered. It seems this particular copy has been favoured by my dearest twin and now, we shall huddle close to read it. - Phil's cabin

Lost to all things and myself

Rating: Explicit Additional Tags: Vampires, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Christianity, Blood and Injury, Original Character(s), Implied/Referenced Character Death, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Open to Interpretation, Unreliable Narrator, Vampire Bites, Vampire Hunters, Obligatory Characters Not Content Creators, Catholic/Christian Technoblade, in his own way, Flashbacks. Relationship: Technoblade/Phil Watson | Philza

Summary: The late Lady’s quarters laid across the mansion, away from his own. He’d passed the door many times on his way to the dining hall and only once had he paused to inspect it. It was a wooden, old thing, intricate carvings lost to time. It may have been older than the house itself. That night, though, as he walked the corridors in search for his host, he found it ajar. It was late, but he’d been reassured dinner would be served for him regardless of when he finished writing his report. Techno hadn’t meant to look through the door. In search for answers, Techno Godner investigates a rogue coven and meets a manor's enigmatic owner.

HEY. HELLO. HI . WHOS LATE IM NOT LATE.

For spooky week day 1, I've made a fic based on @ks1971's vampire au that im very normal about! thank you very much for letting me write about these two fools, I hope i managed to do them justice. I'm not used to writing more mystery-based stories, so it was quite a challenge (especially with everything that Techno's got going on in this one)

Happy Halloween!

[spookytechza]

Oh, now would you just look at that! Ah... unfortunately our time has seem to be ending soon! What a shame... but yet, it was absolutely delightful to see just how much our dearests have put their everything on this silly little game.

We are most honoured to have hosted such gathering. With all the best wishes, - Phil and Techno's cabin

trick or treat

since there's no way i'm getting the comic out on time, have a lil treat for day 7 while you wait uwu happy halloween everyone 🎃

[spookytechza]

DAY SIX; WHERE DID THAT BRING YOU?

Ever so slowly the trees gathered closer, snarling roots coiled around unsuspecting feet, branches gathered low and sharp: threatening eyes that looked to the ground too long. The forest may have been a maze before, now it became stifling; taunting every step taken. And all along their skin crawled and hairs stood on end. Watched.

Focused on keeping their own two feet from tripping, the group grew apart until there was nowhere else to go, well and fully tangled. Unable to go forward, unable to go back. The forest laughed at their misfortune.

"So you are trapped." Figures in the shadows called, a playful lilt in their tone. "You are back to play!"

"No! We want leave!"

"Leave? Why, you just got here!"

"You weren't here, before! It's not fair!"

"Fair? We granted you free passage before, why, we led you to shelter! Yet you crossed the treeline again. You are in our woods, and you continue to insult us! You did not even introduce yourselves!"

"We're sorry! We are-"

"We didn't mean to!"

"We didn't know!"

"Please, we'll do anything! We just want to leave!"

"Anything?"

Silence, for a beat.

"I suppose we could spare one or two, but you must return from whence you came."

"But we have to cross-"

"From whence you came, not from whence you are. "

"But-"

"Did your parents not teach you manners? Why, you should be grateful! Goodness, won't you stop trying to ruin our good mood? Hush. Now. Anything, you said? Give us your name."

The forest folk were true to their word. Some were let go.

[spookytechza]

Spiderwebs hung from the trees imperceptibly. It was only a matter of time before someone walked through them: silk sticking to hair, eyelashes, skin; a faint sensation that sent a shudder down the unfortunate soul that quickly ripped it off their face and wiped their hands on their clothes, a spider crushed along with it.

How cruel.

Oh what fun, oh what joy. Every page makes me ever more curious! Perhaps I repeat myself too much, but it is hard not to when you bring such interesting and wonderful ideas to the table! You are weaving such an interesting story!

techza halloween week: day 5- forest / monster

[spookytechza]

DAY FIVE; RESTLESSNESS

With a traveler of bloodied hands and wicked fangs, With the howling and growling and growing far, Far too tired stand, With the shadows reaching for their hands- The frightened souls found their opportunity and ran.

Though the door was shut, it did not stop somes determination to leave. Eventually try again they did, scurrying close to the windows and lifting them open.

A single one of them very lightly shifted. It was enough to catch everyone's attention, until claws gripped at the wooden frame, fingers scratching desperately, chipping wooden-

-skin-

-frame. It opened just enough to fit through and refused to move any further, as though someone was trying to hold it shut. The frame threatened to drop if anyone stopped holding it.

Bodies dropping belly first to the snow, writhing in the cold, too-eager travelers collapse atop eachother. From beneath the pile rise suffocating hands calling, grasping the air, pleading, breath suffocating. The window drops on unexpecting fingers. Screaming. Begging. Crying. Untangling limbs, untangling bodies pulled back by their ankles, grip slowly faltering.

They rise.

A chance was found, and they took it. The ones that made it to the forest's treeline did not look back, forgoing those that wisely, some perhaps unwillingly, stayed behind.

Run along then. A warning, if you must: the forest is not as kind of a host as we are.

[spookytechza]

A beady eye watched through the window, listening intently. Though its shape was hard to glimpse in the darkness, it held something suspiciously round in its beak.

When in fear, it's good to have a laugh or two. Reanimating comes in many forms, especially when it's all part of different bodies. What fun!

Thank you for yet another wonderful addition to our collection!

Day 4 ... Revival

"—swear to god if i have to bust another cemetery I'm giving up on humans, why do we even have so many nerves?"

A blink and the world came to focus.

Pacing back and forth wildly, the owner of the voice continued his tirade. It was… weird. Blond hair, pale skin, even his nose is small and narrow.

"Rex, you're my only companion left, so I'll let you do the honors of pecking my body away. I can't have my body getting reani— holy shit!"

The man startled as they locked eyes, and a blur of feathers fell. A crow, Rex? was sitting on the man's shoulders. Curiously, the feathers didn't have the usual gleam birds often do. There was even a bald spot peeking out behind the bird's back.

A cough. "Uh, hey mate, can you hear me?" The voice broke his eye contest with the bird. A nervous smile rested on the man.

"Do you think you can like, shake your head? Or even blink, I don't know if I got the lids right."

It was odd, and looking down didn't help matters. It seemed as though different grafts of skin were sewed together.

Eh, beggars can't be choosers.

Techno spoke, interrupting the man babbling about ocular nerves, "Hello, how long will this body last?"

The man blinked, before scrunching his face in laughter. "Wait what the fuck?"

"I mean, you obviously don't have much skill in creation— "

"Hey!"

"— so apologies if I don't trust your work to last me more than a week," Techno finished, idly inspecting his fingers.

The blond huffed, "Ok, so you're pretty familiar with life, which technicallly means I failed but providing a working body is a start. Now I just have to figure out…" Out of nowhere a journal appeared, and the man started scribbling and mumbling at it.

Well that's useful.

Techno quickly tested his mobility. A quick hop deduced this body would be limited to walking only. Five steps later and Techno yoinked the journal away from the scientist.

Ignoring his exclamation, Techno repeated, "How long will this body last?"

"I don't know, maybe a week or two. I tried gathering all the materials in the same time frame but I had to store some for longer," the scientist huffed, refusing to attempt to reach the journal over his head. "Why are you conscious anyways? I would of thought you'd gain the same sentience as a newborn, if at all."

"Hmm, that sounds like a reasonable hypothesis," Techno said, now flipping through the pages, "Unfortunately for you, I am not the result of creation, but possession."

Glancing over the journal, Techno saw blue eyes widen before the journal was snatched from him. That's fine, he already saw what he needed.

"The fuck? So you're telling me your spirit was just wandering and happened to find us at the perfect time?" Even with the journal back in the original's arms, he didn't look away from his pieced together body.

"Yep."

"What the fuck. Brexit, are you actually the fucking queen?" At this he directed the statement to the crow, who supposedly was reanimated in a similar manner.

"You named your pet bird Brexit?"

"I usually call him Rex," he said distractedly, inspecting the bird closely as if he could sense souls, which he couldn't. Not if he couldn't sense Techno.

Techno looked away, more interested in his surroundings. It was pretty inviting, all things considered. It looked like someone's revamped shed, a few garden tools and pots stored in a corner. Opposite that sat a shelf holding several solutions of varying colors, some vials full of eye balls or fingers. Normal shed stuff.

Two weeks of walking, not even in daylight with this amount of stitching, and after it would be back to wondering in nothing.

"Hey how easily can you get me a body."

The scientist looked up from Brexit, "You want another?"

"You said it wouldn't last."

"Yeah, and so would any future ones I make. Flesh is gonna decompose mate."

Techno snorted. "You're telling me you're ok with murder but some kidnapping is too much?"

"Excuse you, I got these bodies by unethically grave robbing," the other quipped. "Can't you just possess someone else? You can walk now."

"Two things: who in their right mind would talk to me looking like this?" Techno put up another finger, "Two, what's your name? I can't be a partner in crime with a nobody."

"I think it's rather beneficial to partner with a nobody, but you can call me Phil. You?"

He would have grinned if he wasn't worried about his teeth falling out, "Techno."

[spookytechza]

Crawling up the laid wooden ladders there laid a bedroom, another relic stopped in time. In the corner, the springs of the bed remained sunken through, the shape of its owners bodies having long been carved into its flesh.

Yet another masterpiece, arctichusbands. Each day brings more questions, more intrigue. Each day, we wait with bated breath!

techza halloween week: day 4- revival

[spookytechza]

Few things made noise since the... wolves left: each breath too loud, every step taken bravely taken followed by long, ear splitting quiet. Short distances walked in dread.

Somewhere in the distance, a crow called.

Those pesky birds scratched up my floors more times that i could count.

Stress can cause such terrible outcomes, cant it? Keep your friends close. Perhaps not too close.

Techza Halloween Week Day 3!

Honestly, I had this idea for a long time and this was my excuse to write it.

[spookytechza]

Empty picture frames lined the walls. Perhaps they deteriorated with time, though it wouldn't be the first time pictures suddenly disappeared here.

Oh, but all those who arrive are to be welcomed just the same, regardless of the time of night! We're terribly happy you could join us, ks1971! Your art is a sight for sore eyes.

are they lovers? no. worse

my ass only got to work on day 1 just now due to unfortunate circumstances