What Did Technoblade Look Like Novels & Stories

“You and Blake are trending.” “I swear, if this is another ship edit—” “It is. But this one’s… different.” Nia turned the phone toward her. Ave nearly choked. The video wasn’t grainy or stolen from someone’s Snap story. It was high-quality. Edited like a movie trailer. Slow-motion clips of them in the robotics lab — working late, bumping shoulders, their fingers brushing over the keyboard. Even the moment Blake caught the drone and they smiled at each other like— Like something was happening.

But something about the way they moved was familiar. "We've been trying to clean up the image," Leonardo explained. "Get a better look at their face and about an hour ago, we finally succeeded." He clicked another button and the image zoomed in and clarified. The hood fell back just slightly as the person looked up at a camera, giving them a clear shot of their face. My blood ran cold. "No," I whispered. "That's impossible." Sebastian's hand found my shoulder. "Do you know them?"

His eyes went wide with pure shock as he stared at the foot of his bed. There, standing tall and glowing with an unearthly, translucent blue tint, was my exact image. To make it even better, the tech crew had added realistic visual effects—faint, glowing cracks along my skin and trails of dark, digital blood dripping down my chest, making me look like a terrifying, vengeful specter risen straight from the grave.

There were three other men sitting on it, two were entirely focused on whatever game they were playing, eyes glued to the giant flat screen TV and thumbs flying over their controllers. My eyes shift to the screen. I have no idea what they're playing. I wish I did. It would've been a good conversation starter. "So is this the new meat?" I look back to the blond man, taking in his appearance a bit more. He was probably just under six foot, pretty skinny and lanky looking. He had ruffly blonde hair that poked out everywhere, and muddy green eyes. I could see tattoos decorating his knuckles.

Then he appeared. Adrian’s digital form emerged from the haze, stepping over the fracturing panels like he owned them. His eyes glowed a toxic green, his smile sharp and cruel. But what unsettled me most wasn’t how real he looked, it was how perfect. No scars, no tiredness, no humanity. Just code pretending to be a man. “Gloss,” he drawled, spreading his arms. “You made it. I was beginning to think Dream kept you all to himself.”

NATHAN “We found a picture!” someone yelled from the front row and I darted towards the sound. I place my hand on the back of his chair and lean down to access his monitor. I could feel Jeff and others gathered behind me, looking at the monitor. A slightly blurry picture of a bulky guy was displayed from what looked to be a van that was caught briefly on the street camera. He has a small tattoo at the corner of his eyes, and his head is bald. He has a scarf covering the lower part of his face, hiding his appearance from view.

In the distance, he saw figures. They weren't drones. They were avatars. They were standing in a circle, frozen, flickering like ghosts. Ren walked toward them. His footsteps made no sound on the mirror floor. As he got closer, he recognized them. A Knight in silver armor, missing an arm. A Rogue in green leather, with no face. And a small, hooded figure sitting on the ground, hugging its knees. Ren’s breath hitched. He recognized the hooded figure's gamertag floating above its head.

It scraped my vocal cords raw. "Now." The technician scrambled to a wall panel. It was still discharging in short, erratic snaps. The smell of singed plastic and ozone hit the back of my throat. He bypassed the melted circuits, his fingers trembling so hard he nearly dropped his tools. A holographic projection flickered to life. The light was unstable—a blue-white strobe that made my retinas throb. General Korg appeared. He was a brute. His neck was a column of scarred muscle. His golden eyes were wide with a frantic, animal energy.

As days passed by, she could feel hope slowly leaving her. She thought she'd die for sure until one night while she was in the pod, there was an unusual light outside. "What the hell?" She whispered, picking up her helmet and making her way outside to see what it was. She froze when she saw a creature that looks like a man but not exactly a human. His eyes are glowing blue, his skin is like metal but the texture is soft. He had tentacles behind him, and Elleine shivered in fear because they looked like snakes.

Below her, the mist of the Dead Zone parted like torn silk, revealing the nightmare Davis Brooke had dragged up from the dark. Davis looked like a hollowed out ghost of the arrogant billionaire she had been forced to call her fiancé. The designer suits were gone, replaced by mud-stained tactical gear, but it was his eyes that turned Laila’s blood to ice. They glowed with an artificial, chemical blue, the pupils blown wide as the cybernetic Vane technology pulsed beneath the skin of his throat like a nest of glowing blue spiders. He was twitching, his fingers hooking like claws as he looked up at her through the haze.