Kinemortophobia

Ch. 4 -Powdered Snow-

Both Techno and Tommy were silent as they walked through the plains towards the direction of the forest, the snow thick from the storm the past evening. Just as every day is after a large storm has passed, the sky was a brilliant bright blue, the sun making the fresh snow sparkle.

Tomy grumbled to himself as he stepped haphazardly through the snow, muttering a string of curse words and profanities.

"You really don't like the snow much at all, do you?" Technoblade pointed out, making Tommy halt his complaints about a moment to state his opinion.

"No! Absolutely not! This biome is literal dog shit!" Tommy yelled, waving his arms about, caring not when one of them hit Techno in the face.

The gremlin cocked his head up to Techno once he finished his ramblings. "Why did you even make your home in this tundra, anyways?" Tommy asked, critical of his brother's judgment.

Techno sighed, annoyed that Tommy never seemed to understand the concept of isolation=safety. "Well, if my house is really far an inconvenience for anyone to reach, then maybe they will think twice about traveling to my house."

Tommy laughed, saying "That really didn't work out for you in the long run, did it now?"

"Nope," Techno for once agreed, looking back on the very fond memories of his execution.

"Well, if that advantage is no longer valid, then why not leave? Pick up shop and move on?"

Techno sighed, looking down at Tommy as he walked. "Well you see here Tommy, I am extremely lazy when it comes to moving house. And as long as this home still has some use, and you can argue that it doesn't but I won't listen, then I will stay there."

Tommy pursed his lips, the Piglin's answer clearly not the one he was looking for.

Eventually, the dysfunctional pair found themselves at the edge of a spruce forest. Its sparse leaves were overcrowded with snow, it's precarious weight threatening to fall at the slightest disturbance.

"This is going to be fun," grumbled the gremlin, equipping an axe from his inventory.

"We shouldn't be out here for too long if we work efficiently," reminded the other, equipping his own axe as well.

Tommy just sighed and walked over to the closest tree. Techno watched as Tommy took a swing, partially splintering the block. Unfortunately, the force of the axe hitting the tree was enough to dislodge some snow above him, covering his head and shoulders in the glittery white stuff.

Techno snickered as Tommy cursed once again, deciding to get to work as well.

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Ranboo walked along the wooden streets of L'manburg, the winter snow prickling against his water-sensitive skin. He smiled at passing people in the city, waving to Quackity and greeting Niki with a short hello.

In his hands, he held his notebook, something he kept to combat his shifty memory and take notes as the minute man of the country.

He stepped off of the path, walking beside the iced-over lake towards the aviary (A/N ?) where inside many bees could be seen floating about, their wings carrying their fat bodies around in a lazy fashion.

Ranboo entered the large circular building, turning its cold brass handle. Inside, Tubbo sat against one of the walls, one arm holding out a poppy to the bees.