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Tubbo has always loved traveling. Ever since he was a child, he dreamt of leaving his little village and exploring, finding new places, and discovering new corners of the world, untouched, untainted.
His father hadn't exactly been thrilled about it, making his displeasure known loudly and often. A worry born not out of bad intentions, but out of fear and concern -the world outside of their villages was full of dangers for hybrids like them, and Tubbo had never quite mastered the magic that allowed those like him to conceal their features. But that's far in the past, now. Tubbo has been on the road ever since he turned old enough to travel alone, and he hasn't looked back since.
Besides, he's gotten better at magic. He still has issues hiding his horns, sure, but they’re small anyway -nothing like the huge, curled horns that sit on his father's head. They're laughably easy to hide under the fluffy mane that is his hair, and in all these years no one has called him out on his ruse just yet.
He misses some people from his home, sure -like Puffy, the sweet doctor who often patched him up after one too many tumbles, or Sam, the kind blacksmith who took him under his wing and taught him how to warp and twist metal into whatever form he wished. But as much as he's grateful for the knowledge they gifted him, he doesn't regret leaving.
Tubbo's home is the world, the earthly path under his feet, and the cold wind that pushes him forward.
He rarely has a plan on where to go next, letting his feet carry him to his next destination. At the moment, his sight is set on one of the cities of the southern border, and more importantly on a very specific bakery that sits in the heart of those cobbled streets.
Niki is a sweet, gentle woman whom he met so many years ago, guided to her door by a letter Puffy had sent him. Her sweets are to die for and her company even more so, the tidbits of random information she's able to give him every time he sees her worth more than anything he might get from visiting libraries or old sages. Plus, he misses his friend Ranboo, the shy and gentle giant Niki took in a few years ago. It'll be good to see them again, even if just for a few weeks.
Still, though, that's for the future. Right now, sitting at the windowsill of his rented room, Tubbo stares towards the horizon and tries to make sense of the million thoughts running through his head.
There's a peculiar statue, standing at the center of the village. It depicts a young boy, barely an adult, grinning proudly as he salutes the air. He looks happy, carefree, with a bow held securely in his hand and small flowers littering his wild curls.
Tubbo has felt drawn to it from the second he stepped foot in this tiny, quaint village, something tugging at his chest every time his gaze falls on it. It feels like the statue holds all the answers he could ever search for, all the secrets of the universe right at the tip of the boy's fingertips.
The locals believe the statue to be cursed, haunted by the ghost of a young boy whose life had been stolen too soon. The more he lingers, Tubbo can't help but agree with them. Something weird is going on with the statue, and he doesn't think he'll be able to leave until he figures it out.
But how can he do that, he wonders? He can't talk to whichever artist created it, because it seems to have been around for far longer than any villager can remember. According to some, it has existed since before the first brick was even laid, with the houses and streets growing all around it.
Plus, there's the matter of the spirit of the forest. It's a vengeful one, the people whisper every time Tubbo tries to ask, a soul of anger and agony laced with pain mortals can scarcely begin to comprehend. Some believe it to be the soul of the young boy, seeking revenge; others think of it as nothing more than a petty forest spirit trying to reclaim the land they see as theirs.
Tubbo, well, he doesn't quite know what to think. He wouldn't put it past a forest spirit to mess with the locals if the village stands on ground they had once claimed, but at the same time, something tells him there's more to it than it meets the eye.
He has many questions and little answers, and at the very center of every thought that crosses his mind, the mysterious statue stands tall.
He needs to figure this out, for his own peace of mind if nothing else. And maybe, the nearby forest could be a good place to start. A place home of so many rumors has to hold at least a few secrets that might interest Tubbo.
Mind made up, he nods to himself, watching as the last rays of the setting sun slip under the horizon. He's not foolish enough to brave the woods at night, so his little investigation will have to wait a few more hours.
That's alright, though. He can use the spare time to store up his supply of trinkets and potions. Just in case.
(Tinkering deep into the night, Tubbo does his best to ignore the annoying voice in the back of his head trying to tell him how bad of an idea this is.
Stop making rash decisions when you're sleep-deprived , the voice chides, sounding a little bit too much like Ranboo.
Stop telling me what to do, Tubbo shoots back, scowling. Still, he puts down his tools -maybe he does need some sleep, he concedes. Just a few hours though, lest he somehow ends up actually activating whatever kind of sixth sense Ranboo might have when it comes to him making bad decisions.
He doesn't know if it's possible, but he'd rather not risk it. He's not scared of Ranboo, but the other boy is unfairly tall. He'd rather avoid another round of "carrying Tubbo around like a sack of wriggling potatoes until he gives up and/or passes out" if he can. He doesn't think his pride would be able to take it.)
The morning after, Tubbo can count on one hand the number of villagers who don't try and talk him out of this little excursion. It's too dangerous, they try to tell him, not worth whatever he thinks he'll find in there. He doesn't listen, though -never does, really, not when his mind is already set on something.
And so off he goes, throwing a bag over his shoulders and securing his sword at his side. He's impulsive, not foolish -if the rumors about an evil spirit are true, he'll be prepared. Some of the most stubborn villagers try and follow him all the way to the outskirts of the woods, all but begging him to turn around.
Tubbo doesn't, and so they're forced to watch as the young boy slowly disappears behind a wall of branches and leaves. He hears some of them curse his stupidity, others voice their worries as they hope to see him again, come night. Tubbo can just imagine them shaking their heads in defeat, wondering why such a young man like him wishes to walk so serenely towards what they saw as his demise.
He can't help but snort, jumping over a branch. Idiots, the lot of them -believing him so vulnerable. He's hardly a helpless young boy, the contents of his bag clinking and rustling with every step he takes. If anything attacks him, he'll be ready.
Tubbo grins, and lets the trees swallow him whole.
The deeper he goes, the more wildlife he sees. Bees, foxes, deers -all wandering around without a care in the world, surrounded by nature flourishing as Tubbo has never seen it before. It feels like safety and peace wrapped in a cocoon made of trees and grass, of flowers and moss.
Up in the air, the birds chirp their secret song, and Tubbo exhales, letting his magic dissipate with the wind ruffling his hair. There are no humans here to judge him, no one he needs to hide from. And for the first time in a while, he feels utterly, completely safe. Safe to let go, safe to relax. Nothing can harm him here.
"It has been a long time since I last saw another person around here," a voice comments, startling him. "What brings you so deep within these woods?"
Tubbo whirls around on himself, one hand instinctually reaching for the sword strapped at his side.
"Where are you?" he calls, wary. "Show yourself!"
A tall, bulky figure steps out from the shadows of the trees, hands raised in a placating gesture. The stranger's nose twitches, a pair of tusks poking out of his lips as they stare at each other.
Another hybrid, just like him.
"I mean you no harm, young adventurer," he says, his voice low and monotone, "had I wanted to attack you, I could've done so earlier when your guard was clearly down. Rookie mistake, by the way."
"You saying that is not exactly making me trust you," Tubbo comments with a roll of his eyes, though he does take his hand away from the hilt of his sword. "And I couldn't help it -it's this place, I think. it feels..."
"Safe?" the stranger guesses, his lips twitching upwards. "Understandable. This forest seems to have that effect on most beings that set foot in it."
"Doesn't sound exactly like the cursed place they tell you it is back at the village," Tubbo hums. "I was right, I like when that happens. I'm Tubbo, by the way."
"Technoblade," the other introduces himself. "What do you mean?"
"Ah yeah, you know that village that's like, just outside of these woods, kind of in that direction?" he explains, pointing towards the path he came from. "They believe there's some kind of evil spirit roaming these woods, some great danger they need to stay away from at all costs. They probably think I'm dead in a ditch somewhere by now."
"Uh," Technoblade blinks. "I didn't know people had settled around here."
"Eh, it's a big forest," Tubbo shrugs, "if I'm gonna be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if they just spotted you from afar one day and went "yep, bad vibes, not messing with that". You're pretty intimidating, big guy."
Technoblade arches an eyebrow, amused. "Are you callin’ me an evil spirit, kid?"
"Just calling it as I see it, boss man," Tubbo grins back, the picture of innocence. "Say, since you're probably the local forest boogeyman I was trying to find -can I ask you a question?"
"You just did but yeah, sure," Technoblade hums.
"Ah, great, a smartass evil spirit," Tubbo groans, fighting down a small grin as the other snorts. "There's a strange statue in the village, one of some kid with curly hair and a bow in his hand. It gives me a strange feeling, and I can't help but feel drawn to it. I've been wrangling my head over it for days, and I was wondering if you knew anything about it?"
Something flashes in Techno's eyes, as quick as lightning. It's gone as soon as it came, though, and Tubbo finds himself wondering if maybe, in his haste for answers, he just imagined it in the first place.
( kid
little runt!
it's him??
bow bow bow!!!
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Shut it, Techno growl in his head, pushing away the voices trying to crawl at the forefront of his mind. He's gone, stop hoping for something that'll never happen already.
Somehow, though, it doesn't feel like he's saying that only to the voices.)
He shakes his head, frowning.
"Sorry, never heard of it," he answers. "You sure you're not imaginin' it? All the talk of evil spirits haunting the woods could have gone to your head a little."
Tubbo's shoulders slump and he groans. He'd hoped he could find some answers here, or at least some kind of lead to follow, but apparently, all he's done is walk right into a dead end. Ugh.
"I don't know, man," he admits, dragging a hand down his face, "it just feels so weird , it can't be just my imagination, can it?"
Tubbo sighs, looking up at the afternoon sky. Most of the bright blue is gone now, replaced by warm oranges and yellows and just a tint of purple -it's getting late, and though empty-handed, he needs to start heading back.
"Well, I guess this is my cue to go," he says, sending Technoblade an apologetic look. "Sorry for disturbing your peace, boss man. Guess I'll get back to the village and figure something out from there."
The man studies him for a second, his head tilted to the side.
"Let me walk you there?" he finally asks, "it's getting late, and as safe as they feel, it's not wise to walk through these woods at night."
"I can take care of myself," Tubbo points out, patting his sword. "This is not just for show, you know?"
"I don't doubt that," Technoblade chuckles, "but still, my offer stands."
Tubbo thinks about it for a second, pursing his lips. Then, he nods, giving the other a grin.
"Sure, why not."
"Alright then," Techno hums, moving to stand beside him, "lead the way, kid."
Technoblade has been alone for a long time, now.
This hasn't always been the case, of course. There was a time when he was surrounded by people he called his, by boisterous laughter and mischievous smiles and the cawing of crows flying through the open sky. But like all good things, that had come to an end too, marked in helplessness and grief and a feeling of blame he could not shake.
And now, well, here he is, living alone in the heart of a forest after spending decades wandering the earth, searching -for what, he never quite understood. This place is not home, but it's close enough.
He doesn't know what the deal with this place is, but the voices are the quietest they've ever been, and he's definitely not complaining.
You know, once, he would have inched away from the thought of being left alone with nothing but his thoughts. Now he almost relishes in the solitude, with only the wolves and foxes as his companions.
Which is why he's a little surprised he can so easily bring himself to interact with this boy he just met, after decades spent alone in his cabin in the woods. One would think his introvert tendencies would have only worsened with time, and yet, Tubbo hasn't made as big of an impact on his social battery as he'd expected.
Sure, the boy is loud, a little chaotic, and overall gives off the energy of someone who would jump headfirst in any slightly dangerous situation if he felt intrigued enough to do so. Case in point, him waltzing merrily into the woods to find some "evil spirit" he's heard of from some people because a strange statue gave him strange vibes.
Seriously, who in their right mind does that?
Still, though, despite himself, all Techno can notice is how much Tubbo reminds him of another loud boy, one who loved to annoy the life out of him and made him laugh until his stomach hurt.
It makes his heart ache, so he tries not to think about it. Unsuccessfully, mostly, but you know, it's the thought that counts.
They don't talk much during their walk, content in the silence as they listen to the wildlife getting ready for the incoming night. From time to time, Tubbo chimes in with something, an observation or a small fact he's reminded of, and Techno answers with a small sound or a fact of his own, letting the conversation dwindle naturally into silence.
It's nice, after so long spent in loneliness. Despite his best judgment, Techno feels content to have interacted with another person, and he doesn't regret offering to walk Tubbo to the village. It gives him a reason to stretch his legs a little, anyway, and familiarize himself with a corner of his home he rarely tends to visit.
It’s good. Until it isn’t.
They only realize something is wrong as they near the edge of the forest. The smell of smoke fills the air, thicker and stronger the closer they get, and something cold and foreboding churns in both of their stomach.
In the distance, someone screams. Techno can pinpoint the second the blood freezes in Tubbo's veins, the way his face pales, and with barely a shared glance, they start running the rest of the way.
It takes them barely a minute to get to the very outskirts of the village. There's fire soaring high in the night sky, painting the streets in orange light. People are screaming, children are crying, and in the midst of it all, black robes flutter through the streets, accompanied by the sound of clanging swords and snapping crossbows.
It's a pillager raid, and from what Technoblade can see, most of the iron golems seem to have fallen during the initial wave of the attack. The villagers are defenseless now, left unharmed and afraid in the face of the violence chasing their every step.
"We need to help them," Tubbo says, eyes wide and horrified. "We have to, or they'll all be dead come morning."
And just like that, Technoblade freezes, tensing up like a taut violin string. Maybe, once, he would have agreed with Tubbo, not hesitated a single second before jumping into the fray. But now things are different, and, well...
He's never cared for this village -hadn't even known of its existence until this boy had come around. The kid can hide his hybrid traits fairly easily, he'd be fine, called a hero even. Technoblade wouldn't, he knows that -his tusks are more than enough to give away his status, and he's not about to risk his anonymity for people he's never met and who would scorn him the second his back is turned.
They called him an evil spirit before, Tubbo said it himself. What could stop them from doing so again, once the carnage has ended?
"There's too many of them and only two of us," he tries to say, his excuses sounding empty even to his own ears. But he's a hypocrite, and maybe a little bit of a coward, too, so he presses on, reaching forward to rest one hand on the boy's shoulder. "They haven't spotted us yet, the forest can hide us. I have a cabin deeper inside, we can go there."
He can sense more than see the abrupt change in Tubbo's posture as his words register. The boy swirls around, harshly shrugging the weight of Techno's hand, and-
Oh, he's angry. So much sudden anger packed in such a small frame, backed by the orange hue of the flames slowly consuming the buildings behind them.
"Do what you wish," Tubbo growls, eyes dark and made of steel, "but I refuse to stand by and watch. Go be a coward if you feel so inclined, but I'm staying."
And Techno, well. For a moment, just a moment, it's not Tubbo Techno sees. In front of him, for a fraction of a second, stands a young boy with curls as golden as the afternoon sun and eyes as blue as the waters of the river. Something in his chest breaks, at that moment, feelings he'd since thought he'd left behind resurfacing with the strength of a thousand withers.
He watches as Tubbo turns around and runs into the fray, with nothing more than the sword sitting in his palm and the sheer determination to do what is right. And just like that, Technoblade's resolve breaks.
He failed a boy like him once. He refuses to do so again.
He reaches to his back and unstraps his axe, bringing it in front of himself. The flickering flames reflect on the blade, glinting under the night sky, and he feels a small breeze push against his back, as if the forest itself is trying to tell him something.
Ah, gods above. He's never gonna get a break, is he?
Tubbo is ruthlessly fighting three pillagers when Techno finds him, parrying and rolling out of the way just at the nick of time. He takes down one, throwing a potion he took out of Prime-knows-where at their feet and watching as they kneel to the ground coughing blood. Techno charges the other two, barely giving them time to react as he lets the blade slice through their bodies like butter.
The voices chant for more, sending each other into a frenzy at the sight of blood. Despite the centuries, some things just never change.
"Changed your mind so soon?" Tubbo asks, smirking at him as the adrenaline of the fight runs through his veins. He looks almost high on it, eyes wide and crazed as he wipes a splash of blood from his cheek.
In any other situation, Techno would be slightly horrified to see such an expression on the boy's face. Right now, all he can focus on is the relief to see him still standing, and the familiar weight of the axe in his hands.
"Don't get used to it, kid," he grunts instead, pulling the blade free. "Lead the way, I don't have all night."
They slowly but surely make their way through the streets of the burning village, taking down any pillager that dares to stand in their way. They work surprisingly well together, with Techno's brutal accuracy and Tubbo's apparent neverending supply of potions and random trinkets that would make most artificers pale.
He seems to like making things explode a lot. Very useful to take out multiple opponents at once, though Techno would rather not have to dash for cover with only a few seconds of warning to spare again, thank you very much.
Though it takes them some time, they eventually reach the center of the village, covered in soot and dirt but overall alive, unharmed (mostly), and in Techno's case, with a little more respectful fear in his heart for the unhinged boy now walking at his side.
Most of the pillagers seem to have dispersed for now, probably scared away temporarily by the slaughter of their ranks. Technoblade has no doubts it won't last for long, but, well, he's glad for the breather. It's still late at night, after all, and it has been a while since he last went on a bloody rampage.
"Is that the statue you mentioned?" he asks, pointing towards the center of the plaza. Tubbo nods, stepping forward with a small smile.
"Yep," he confirms.
Techno hums as they reach it, tilting his head to the side. It's night, and it's dark, and the flickering flames coming from some nearby buildings do little to illuminate the features of the boy Tubbo seems so called to.
It takes him all of two seconds to recognize him.
His axe clatters to the ground, the sound loud and deafening in the silent plaza, but he does not care. How could he, when Tommy is standing right in front of him, his smile and curls and laugh trapped forevermore in a prison of stone and clay?
"Techno?" he hears Tubbo call, concerned. "Are you- WATCH OUT!"
Technoblade feels something hit his chest, pushing him back as he stumbles to keep his balance. He barely has time to take in Tubbo's terrified expression, his mouth still open in a shout of his name before a wall of flames and ash bursts to life between them.
"We got one!" A pillager yells, somewhere to Techno's right. He hears Tubbo cough, harsh and dry, and for the first time in centuries, fear twists in his chest.
"Tubbo!"
"I'm okay!" the boy calls from the other side of the flaming wall. "I'll be fine, focus on yourself!"
Just as he speaks, a pillager lunges, sword raised high in the air above Techno's head. The hybrid spits out a curse and rolls to his side, reaching for his axe. The blade is scorching red, scalded to the point of releasing steam by the proximity to fire. But the handle is only pleasantly warm, and Techno is growing way too pissed to care.
With a steady swing, he slices cleanly through the pillager's neck, ignoring the blood hitting his face as a growl resonates deep in his chest. They want a vengeful spirit? He might be lacking in the "spirit" side of it, but oh, he can do vengeful.
He can do vengeful alright.
The heat of the fire is almost unbearable against Tubbo's skin, the smoke filling his lungs as he fights against another bout of coughing.
He kneels at the feet of the statue, surrounded by a living inferno with not a single way out. He's trapped, and for the first time since he stepped out of that forest, it dawns on him that he might very well die here, afraid and cornered like a wild, feral animal.
Not alone, though, a small silver lining in the desolation that surrounds him. Through the rising flames, he can make out Technoblade swinging his way through the waves of pillagers, blood covering his clothes and his blade. And above his head, the statue of a boy hovers protectively, offering comfort in what feels like his final moments.
Tubbo smiles and exhales, his fingers brushing the cold, smooth stone of the boy's leg.
And just like that, the world around him explodes in a burst of vines and roots and dirt.
Tubbo yelps, scrambling back as he stares at the dome of vines that rose protectively all around him. He can't hear the roaring of the flames anymore, the sound of metal hitting metal and bodies in black robes hitting the floor one after the other.
Just behind him, someone laughs.
"Ooh man, that was close!"
Tubbo whirls around and comes face to face with a young boy his age, his face so familiar and yet so foreign. His golden curls, littered with flowers, bounce around as the boy moves and sways in place, and his blue eyes, while still crinkled in laughter, hold a spark of life stone simply couldn't replicate.
He lets out a bout of hysteric laughter, trying to make sense of what his eyes are seeing.
"What the fuck?" he asks, blinking up at the boy.
The blonde snorts, reaching forward with a hand.
"You may call me Tommy," he grins, palm turned upwards in a silent offer.
"T-Tubbo," Tubbo answers, taking the hand and stumbling to his feet. "You- I thought you were a statue?"
"And now I'm not!" Tommy helpfully points out. "I have no idea what shit you pulled but man, I'm so glad you did! It was starting to get stuffy in there, you know?"
"You're welcome?" Tubbo says. "I'm gonna be honest, I'm so confused right now."
"You and me both, but we can worry about that shit later," Tommy shrugs. "Right now, I say we get the hell out of here. If any of those fuckers are still around, I'll just stab them!"
The boy grins, a row of sharp teeth in full display. Somehow, Tubbo doesn't think he's joking.
"Hold steady, this might make things shake a little," Tommy warns, reaching to grab Tubbo by the arm. Then, he snaps his fingers, and just like that, they watch the vines retreat back inside the earth. When the ground finally settles, it barely looks like anything had been there at all.
As the ringing in Tubbo's ears fades, he notices a few things. The plaza is eerily silent, for one, littered with blood and corpses -most of them, thankfully, clad in black robes and surrounded by grey banners. The fire is gone too, with only scorched marks left behind to prove its existence. And at the center of it stands Technoblade, axe still in hand as he stares at them with his mouth agape.
"Tommy?" he whispers, the words barely loud enough to be heard. Tommy still does, of course, whirling around to grin at the man.
"Techno!" he yells, sprinting forward and tackling the man in a hug. "My man! Gods above you smell awful, do you ever wash yourself?"
Techno lets out a low, broken chuckle, letting his weapon go in favor of wrapping his arms around the boy.
Tubbo watches as they hold each other tight, standing by the sidelines with a small, hesitant smile. He feels a little bit like he's intruding in some kind of moment, but, well. It's not like he has anywhere else to go right now.
"Bruh, I just finished slaughtering an entire horde of pillagers. Excuse me if I don't smell like lilies and lavender right now," Techno chuffs, squeezing Tommy close. "Tommy, I- how are you here? They said you died, we had a funeral."
"Hah, as if they'd be able to kill a big man like me!" Tommy laughs.
"You've been gone for almost two centuries now," Techno says, voice low and careful. "What were we supposed to think?"
Neither he nor Tubbo miss the way the boy tries to suppress a wince at those words, shoulders slumping slightly as he looks to the side to avoid their eyes. Techno sighs, lets the last bits of tension leave his body, and reaches forward, gently ruffling Tommy's hair.
"It's okay," he says, ignoring the offended squawks following his actions. "It's good to have you back, kid."
Tommy blinks up at him, hands still half raised to try and push away the one currently nestled in his curls. A small, tentative smile tugs at his lips, and he nods, suddenly bashful.
Almost instinctually, Tubbo reaches forward, something in his chest pushing at him to give some comfort of his own to the boy that just saved his life. And as his fingers rest over the solid weight of the other's shoulder, warmth spreads through his body like sunshine in his veins. In the back of his mouth, he tastes lavender and jasmine, the smell of freshly cut grass filling his nose.
"Whoa," Tommy exclaims, turning around to stare at him, "what the hell was that?"
"I don't know??" Tubbo answers, looking just as surprised. He glances down at his body, blinks, and then looks back up, a nervous laugh escaping his lips. "Did- did you just heal me or something?"
"What?!"
"What are you two on about?" Techno asks, confused.
"I don't know, man, I had bruises all over earlier and now they're all gone!" he yells, throwing his hands in the air. "I certainly didn't heal myself, I haven't even touched my stash of potions!"
"… so you're telling me all you did was touch Tommy's shoulder, and suddenly you were all healed up?"
Yes!! What the fuck?!" Tubbo answers. "I felt this strange warmth and suddenly boom, I'm all good!"
Techno frowns in thought, looking to the both of them as if they held the answers he was searching for.
"My best guess is that Tommy's magic reacted to your touch, honestly," he finally says with a small shrug.
"Magic?" Tubbo blinks, feeling rather stupid now that he thinks about it. It was kinda obvious, after that whole thing with the vines and roots, but at the time he had been rather preoccupied with, well, everything else to let it all properly set in.
"I'm a forest spirit, bitch!" Tommy crows, flexing his arms for show. Tubbo doesn't know why he's doing it, since he has noodles for arms, but he's not going to be the one telling that to the boy who just saved his life and healed him up.
Holy shit. What the fuck even is his life?
"But why would my magic do that?" Tommy asks with a tilt of his head. "It never happened before."
"I might be wrong, but I think you two might be… soulmates, I guess," Techno hums. "That's the closest word I can think of to describe it. It's a very rare type of bond, but it would explain the reaction. And also why he was able to break whatever spell had morphed you in a statue."
"Soulmates are real?!" Tubbo asks, staring at the man with wide eyes.
"Does that mean we're best friends now?!" Tommy asks, completely obvious to Tubbo's current crisis.
"Hey, don't take my word for it," the hybrid grunts. "All I know about this comes from Phil. I'm sure he's got some books on it in that gigantic library of his."
"Well, what are we waiting for, then?!" Tommy exclaims, grabbing both Techno's and Tubbo's arms and tugging them forward. Under his feet, freesias and white daffodils and blue irises pop out of the ground, tickling their legs and leaving behind a path of colorful petals.
"Let's go home!"