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Technoblade was just minding his own business, organizing his chests, when Ranboo burst in through the door. "Hey, Ranboo, what brings you here?" Techno said. "I...I just...ah, this is too hard! Technoblade, I have something to tell you! They just barely managed to cough out the words. It was clear that he was nervous. Technoblade raised an eyebrow. "Alright. Spill it, kid. I'm listening." Ranboo sighed, then said, do you think we could go somewhere a little more...private?" Techno led them up to his room. "Techno, I have memory loss," Ranboo said. "I don't know what to do, random events are a blank, I'm really stressed out, and I hope this doesn't make you think any less of me, but I needed someone to talk to, and you were home, and I figured maybe you could help!" Technoblade blinked. Once, twice, three times. Ranboo couldn't tell if this was a good reaction or not. Then, Technoblade spoke. Five simple words that meant everything, that seemed to still the world. "You have them too?"
Above the commotion, a mysterious figure looked down at them. Their purpose had always been known, but was also just being discovered. The timeline was right. All was going according to plan.