A Helping Hand

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"OUCH HOLY SH*T" he yelled and he yanked his arm out of the ocean.

"You good kid?"

"Who's there?!"

"Calm down. Its just me," replied a monotone voice. Tommy knew that voice.

"Technoblade! The blade!"

"Yeah it's me, Tommy. Are you ok?"

"I have a cut on my arm and I jumped it the ocean... it fckn hurts man."

Techno pulled Tommy out of the water.

"Why were you in the ocean in the first place?"

"Bees." Tubbo

"... ok then. Uh you need anything while I'm here?"

"Yeah actually. I need Tubbo. Do you have any iron or diamonds?"

"I actually do." The monotone voice replied. He reached into his bag. Tommy heard the rustling of many items within the small sack. Something small and dark came rolling out and hit the grass with a thud.

"Is that a wither skeleton skull...?" Tommy questioned.

Tecno quickly scooped it up before the conversation could continue.

"Yes." He answered while shoving it back into his bag.

Techno pulled a few iron ingots and diamonds from the bag and slung it back over his shoulder. He then continued on to his home in the snow without another word.

Tommy, now soaking wet, sat on the grass.

"I need to see Tubbo. Now." He packed up his few items into a new leather bag techno gave him. He slung it over his shoulder and started walking. He couldn't travel through the nether, so he had to walk. It was a long journey, but it would be worth it in the end.

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