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Chapter 2 - Crazy Pyromaniac

Chapter 2

"...And that's how I met Tommy." Tubbo finished. The moon was high above your head, hanging like an eyeball watching their every move. You snorted quietly but am overrun by Tommy's very loud and drawn-out yawn.

"We should get to bed," Wilbur said, shoving Tommy out of his seat. Tubbo nodded. "Shadow," Wilbur said, turning to you. "Where do you want to sleep?"

You shrug. "I can camp outside the walls in the forest." You point outside of the city walls to the thick grove of trees.

Tubbo frowned. "You sure? The Dream SMP might be out there tonight."

You grin. "I can take them." You pat Orphan Slayer, which is back in its sheath. Waving goodnight to everyone, you leave the lit-up city and headed towards the dark and foreboding forest. Heading deep into it, you spread out your cot and blanket after building a small tent out of some wool.

You sit on the cot, finally taking off your mask and pushing back your hood. With a sigh of relief, you unbraid your H/C hair, staring at the tips. Before you know it, you're back to the day you dyed the ends pink.

"Tech?" You asked the large man. It was 13 years after he had found you, and you were now 16. Actually, it was your birthday. Your adopted father turned to you, pig mask down.

"Close your eyes," he commanded, and you did. You could feel the unfamiliar sensation of a cool liquid or gel along the ends of your hair, feeling like your hair was coated in frost. You sat there for around 30 minutes, eyes still closed. Finally, the goo was washed away, and you heard leaves crunching under Techno's boots.

"Done!" He cheered. "The piglet lives!" you opened your eyes, surprised to see that Techno was actually smiling. You first made a futile attempt to look over your shoulder, then picked up your hair and brought it over your shoulder. You gasped. The tips of your H/C hair was now a delicate pink, like the color of a hybrid rose.

You grinned and hugged Father Techno (Makes him sound like a friar or priest XD). "Thank you," you whispered.

He smiled. "Anything for the piglet."

A sharp bark of laughter ripped you from your memory. You quickly shoved your mask back on, braiding your hair at record speeds. In a flash, you extinguished the torch, grateful as muffins that your tent was dappled olive and black wool. With any luck you should be able to bl-

You hear a familiar hissing noise. It sounds like a fire being lit. Without wasting a moment, you pack up everything you can at once, slinging things into your inventory and breaking your tent down. As you finish up, you can smell smoke, and your surroundings seem lighter.

Flipping the hood back up, you take out Orphan Slayer and begin running through the trees. You can see an orange light up ahead, and skid to a sudden stop. With a growl, you turn around and run the other way, past your campsite. Once again, orange light. You're becoming tired, and it seems like your surrounded by fire.

Being either very dumb or very smart, you grab your horse, H/N, and ride as fast as you can through the forest. Don't question how the horse didn't trip or die, book logic. You see another glow of fire ahead, and don't stop. Your horse balks, but you urge it on, faster and faster until the fire, with leaping tongues devouring the trees, is right in front of you. The horse shirks away, but you ride it forward until you leap over the fire.

You can feel the burning heat on your boots and feel the horse flinch as it is burned. Once you clear the fire, you dismount and check the horse's legs. Sure enough, against the H/C/C coat, there's an ugly burn. You pull out a bundle of hay from your inventory and feed it to the horse, watching the burn fade.