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Chapter 14: The White King and a knight

- Wilbur, where is Tommy?- Phil entered the living room, looking all around. He told Tommy to go to bed to warm up a little, but he wasn't there.- He’s neither in his room nor in the bathroom- 

- H̷e̶ ̶w̷e̵n̸t̸ ̷t̴o̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶b̸a̶s̴e̷m̸e̵n̵t̶- Phil's heart skipped a beat, if it was beating in the first place, as Wilbur calmly announced, focused on tuning his guitar.

- You let him go to Techno?!

- H̵e̸'̴l̸l̵ ̶b̷e̷ ̷f̸i̶n̴e̷,̵ ̵h̷e̶'̶s̷ ̵g̶o̵t̶ ̷a̸ ̴s̴w̸o̴r̵d̶ ̷w̴i̸t̸h̵ ̶h̵i̵m̴-

- WHAT?!

Tommy was scared, he really was. But he couldn’t back down now. He needed to befriend Techno and bring his sword to the ground floor for Phil and Wilbur to reconnect with him. He wanted to bring their family together. He had to.

- Techno? Are you in here?- he whispered, slowly pointing around the corridor with his flashlight. There was no sign of any paranormal activity so he assumed that the fencer had to be either in his room or further into the basement. He didn’t want to move away from the safe door but he had to… He just breathed in and raised the end of his sword. Sure, he barely knew how to use it but it was better than nothing. Plus, Techno used to love swordplay so seeing another enthusiast might put him at ease? He didn’t try to kill mister Dream after all… But he tried to kill him before. This is going to be hard. He slowly moved forward, getting closer to his room. He entered carefully, next picking into it to check if something was going on. But it was quiet, so he figured out it was rather safe.

- Ỷ̸̢̹͍̱̗͕̀o̸̜̪̩̓͋̓͘͝͠͝u̴̢͎̝̦̯̪͈̕͘͜͝͠ ̸̡̮̯̓̆͛̋̄c̴̨̛͔̘̟̦̋͐̽͐̈̆a̶̡̡̬͖̝͌͑̀̀͠m̸̞͎̼̗̟̈́͒̈́̽͜͝ë̷̩͈͓̮̝̟̆͛̀̐ͅͅ ̷̨̪͍̭͕̝̄̏̎͛̅b̸͇̘̟̄͒̽̓͠ȁ̵̘͍͕̯͓̺̮͕͑̓c̸̮͍̯̤̞̊̆̍̾͛͜k̵̡͕̣̤͖̏͋̆͆̿͜͠ͅ-

The voice froze blood in his veins as the door closed after him. Shit, he wasn’t alone.

- Hey… Techno…- he barely choked out, feeling the atmosphere stiffen. The whole room went cold, air was hard to breath in, almost hurting his nose.

- Ţ̷̛̼̻͙̼̦̦͛́̌̇͠͝͝ͅe̸͈͛̊c̸͙̩̱̙̜̠͐̊̅̕h̴̪̺͐̒͛̽͘ǹ̵͚͉͚̥̌͒̍̐́̚͝ô̵̮̮̳̄̀̊̈̚̕…̴͎͖͕̱͍̬̂̃̈́̏ ̶̩̩̩͙̗̰͖͑̎̕͠ị̸̛̼̗͊s̵͖̫͓̓̂̑̃̂ ̵̛̤͙͎̉̿͒̈͊̏̔i̴̛̦̭̖̹̦͗̑̑̍̐̚t̶̛̖̯̐̐͊̈̎ ̵̥̠̣̍͛̓̈̒͜͠͝m̷̫̺̖͌̀̄̈̀͊͋̂ỳ̸͍͍̤̦̹̭̇̀͛͘ ̵̢̹͎̙̘̂̃͒͒̍̕͠n̶͙̦̦͐͛̂́̋͑̚a̵̧̜͒͆́͐̾̊̉͝m̴̼̖͈̺̰̜̥̒̀͆́̈e̶̯͚̬͚͙̥̐́͛́̐̌̍?̴̦̭̌̆̈́͂̓ ̷̧͙͖̔̈́̿̑̒͝Y̵̡̡͙͕̩̎́͑͊͌ọ̵̾͛u̵̫̘͗͂̀̇͑̚͠ ̵͓̺̳͎͐͑͝͝a̷̞͝ņ̷̨̖͕͎̩̒̈̀͜͝ḑ̷̟͉̩͌́͆̂͌ ̴̧̜̜̞͆͜͝t̴̨̜͙̥̻̱̰͖͒̈́͊̐̇h̶͍̀̍͆̀͐̋͑͝ą̸̙͈̝̟̣̫̚͜t̷̨̟̯͔͕̮̰̺̐́̾̏ ̵̨̮̖̼̲͛̏̍͊̒̈͝͝g̸̹̺͈̝̭̝̎̇̅̃́̈̃́r̴̹̦͚̈́́͋̔̽͊̋̅e̸̼̜͙̍́̍̕ě̸̡̯͔̪̩̑̀̃̽̒̑ṉ̵̛͙͊͌́̆̚ ̴̗̌̿͂̀͠m̶̡̳̙͙̝̼͕̓̄̂͆̈́̋̕a̷͍͈̖̼̘͈͋̓̊̉͆͗̿͊ͅn̴̮͔̹̫̘̼̾́̍͐̏̔̀̀ ̶̥͉̪̞͚̊͛̅̆͠͝ç̶̤̟̻̞͂a̷̻̯͙͂̒̊̾̊͑̄̕l̸̫̻͓̂͌̔̊̈̕͝l̶̛̩͕͚̜͈͕̆͂e̸̛̜͖͇̓͘d̵̨̜͉͖̘͋ ̵̡̦͎͔̖̠̊̔m̷̢͓̟͔̈̂̚e̴̲̤̔̀̄ ̵̯̪̓̉͘̚t̷͔̳́̓ḧ̵̢̛͖̜̭͕̲̳̋̂̽̉̆͝ͅȧ̷̹͎͂̐̊̈̚͘t̶̙̗͓̤̖̼̓̄…̵̢͇̪͒-

Oh, god, this was terrifying. Tommy was almost glad he couldn’t see the ghost, he would probably piss himself from fear. The tone of his voice was bad enough for him.

- Yes, yes, it is. At least it’s what you liked to be called!- he didn’t respond, but the atmosphere in the room seemed to relax. Tommy could breathe normally again. It wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. At least until now.