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A man in a green frog hat steps into a mountain base.
He was sent here to acquire important documents for Project Soul.
After hours of searching, digging, and countless avoidance of the red vines that plagued the base, unremoved, he found them.
The answer.
He does not leave right away, he sees pictures across the wall.
There is his friend, ally, and business partner, Sam.
He stands with his dog on his left, and a blonde boy on his right.
They stand in front of a big red building, blemished with ribbons, as if it’s a grand opening.
The date is marked underneath.
He wonders if the boy is still alive.
He walks to the entrance, spotting the broken farms no longer running, over run by large tendril confined vines.
He thinks back to the current base and dreams of a day they can call this place home once more.
He opens the door.
There is a man outside the door, who instinctively raises his blade.
He drops the items in his hands, remembering the blueprints hidden in his back pocket.
He sees a blonde strand peek out from underneath the man's hood.
He connects the dots quickly, from the picture inside with Sam and his dog.
This is the boy.
He lives.
But is he really living ?
—
Techno sits in the trees stalking his prey who are maintaining a pace around the camp.
He cannot take the two men stationed alone.
He wonders contently why Tommy had trusted these two to keep the fort held together, when they had struggled to keep up in a fight before.
Techno beat Dream in a fight before.
He could do it again.
“We’re about 25 minutes from your current location. How’s it looking?” A voice echoes through his communicator, surprised Techno almost loses balance in the tree.
Luckily he grasps a branch with his hand and left foot to steady his position in the tree.
“Issues?” the voice, seemingly Wilbur, chuckles behind the piece of a technology.
“Scared me for a second there. Thought they caught me.” he admits, another giggle from across the line.
“So what’s the scoop?” he repeats, and Techno sighs, rubbing his forehead with his free hand.
“C’mon! Don’t keep me waiting, we're almost at the water.” he whines and Techno grunts, murmuring a small “fine.” which makes Wilbur pump a fist in the air.
“Tommy’s.. gone off somewhere. I’d assume he’s grabbing wood, hopefully not from my tree, while Dream and Sapnap are stationed to protect their camp. Everyone else is inside a tent discussing something I would assume.” Techno informs, as the wind blows an undelightful breeze into his face.
“Interesting. This might make a hostage situation imminent. We could get him to hand over the prison.” Wilbur says.
“Huh?” Techno retorts.
“If we take their men hostage, we can take the prison in exchange for their men's lives! If he doesn’t we slaughter them in front of him!” Wilbur giggles.
“I thought we came here for Fundy and Fundy only.” Techno deems, and Wilbur shakes his head on the other line.
“What’s the point when we can take more?” he offers.
He’s right, but Techno does not want issues to arise with the opposite force.
“Fine. We can do that. If it goes to shit though, don’t complain at my meetings.” he grumbles.
“There won’t be any need.” Wilbur laughs, a manic tone filled in his voice.
—
“Who are you?” Tommy growls, his sword, almost splinted into the opposite neck.
A little further and he’ll draw blood.
“Who the fuck are- are you?” the man retorts.
He glances at the man, and his eyes show something of recognition, and worry.
“Something tells me you know.” he responds, and he shifts his position to behind him, holding the sword still slathered across his neck.
“So am I right? You are the blond kid in Sam’s pictures.” he man chuckles, and the sentence only angers him more.
The man is the key to solving every issue.
“How do you know Sam?” he asks.
“So many questions! You’re a curious one aren’t you?” his voice is laced with humour, but if he doesn’t start giving answers his voice will be laced with pain.
“Start answering them before you’re a walking body with no head.” he threatens.
“Ok, ok!” the man grumbles and he shifts his position in Tommy’s hold.
He puts out his hand, as if he wanted Tommy to shake it.
“I'm Boomer!” the man- Boomer exclaims, in a way too cheery voice for a knife threat in an apocalypse.
“Why are you here? How do you know Sam?” he repeats.
“I was sent here to retrieve plans that could- could you know end the apocalypse. Sam commissioned it, and it just needs to be built.” Boomer says, still thrashing in the Wardens hold.
“Sent here?” Tommy questions and his voice perks up just a bit for the first time in ages.
“Uh yeah. I was sent here.” Boomer responds.
“By who..?” his voice trails off.
“Who do you think? Sam of course!”
—
Tommy unlocks his hold on the man eventually, still processing the information given.
Fundy was right.
Sam was actually alive.
He wasn’t sure whether to feel happy, or..
Angry?
“Woah dude you good?” Boomer asks, seeing the slight mistakes in his stance.
“Yeah, yeah.. I’m uh good.” he replies, straightening himself.
They stand there for a few seconds, Boomer unsure if this is.. one hundred percent healthy for someone to react like this to simply just news.
“Take me to him.” Tommy blurts, it almost catches Boomer by surprise.
“Why should I?” Boomer asks, and truthfully why should he trust some random man that just held him at knife point?.
“Because if you don’t I’ll cut you down right here and find myself.” he growls. Boomer wilts grimacing at the thought.
Tommy swears he sees the guy whispering to the hat on his head.
“Fine.” he gives up.
“I’ll take you to Sam.”
——
Someone is at the camp.
Sapnap doesn’t know who, but he can feel it.
The someone is not Tommy.
He quickly runs over to where the lime hoodie counterpart stands, and notifies him of his suspicions. Dream stares at him for a second, almost as if he has a second head.
After what feels like forever, he nods his head, and walks over to the tents, which encase the rest of the squad.
“Someone’s here. Be prepared for a fight.” he says, and Dream knows exactly who it is based off of Fundy’s smiling reaction.
He walks back outside the tent, and is met with pink hair across the campsite.
His suspicions were correct.
“Isn’t it a little pathetic to ambush a team camping out at night?” the masked man asks.
“You have a few things that belong to us.” Techno says, ignoring the clear question.
“A few?” he questions.
“Yes. Fundy and..”
Techno’s smile grows wide.
“Tommy, of course.”