~ i apologize for how slow updates are released ~
y/n stayed a secret to the rest of the world whilst technoblade continued to train her for things she doubted would happen, boy was she wrong.
an encounter with a strange man in the woods led her t...
A/N: Well, it's been a while since I've posted or had any motivation to do anything whatsoever. As I've said I've developed a new writing style, although not a 100% sure how different it is, I just think it's easier to read. Near the end of this chapter there's talk of a recent arc, which is not in the canon time period. Instead I'm sort of picking and choosing the different things from the SMP that I'm incorporating. With that said and done, have fun!
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Y/N's eyes stayed focused on the blur of a man, watching as he slowly merged with the scenery. Sam, doing the same thing. Slowly, Y/N raised the walkie-talkie to her mouth, leaving about an inch away from the speaker. She had a grim look plastered against her face, her eyebrows furrowed while her lip pursed.
Her finger strained as she held down the button that allowed her to speak to the other group. A short wave of static went through before she began to speak.
"Have you guys finished? Sam and I are done here." She let her finger linger on the button after ending the connection, her eyes still glued to the spot where Dream had disappeared. There was a long pause, and soon enough another wave of static clicked in, this time from the other side.
"I guess so, not much has happened." It was Technoblade who answered this time, obviously not trusting Ranboo to reply seriously. There was a short pause in between his message, he continued speaking. "Meet us at the same spot we divided."
"Sure thing."
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His steps faltered, causing a slight trip, sending him a foot ahead, although somehow managing to catch himself before face planting into the roots of an oak tree, the roots that had grown over to the beaten path. Techno stopped a moment, waiting for the boy to regain his bearings. Ranboo tended to be clumsy but his determination had held it to a halt, up until now at least.
Phil stopped as well, his eyes shifting towards the ground, watching as the boy pushed himself up. He nodded towards Techno, who seemed anxious to get back home, clearly not wanting to get caught in a place so close to L'manburg.
As Ranboo held a tense stance he dusted the debris off his cotton clothing, the fallen twigs scratching and poking at his skin. Techno nodded, a half nod at best, as his face stayed facing down, watching his footing, silently hoping not to trip and save himself the embarrassment.
The path began to narrow, trees closed in to create the denser part of the forest, the sandy path slowly becoming overgrown with weeds and grass. A few branches scratched at the boy's faces, making it hard for them to keep their eyes wide open.
The journey back was mainly silent, until a branch Techno had pushed from his face swung back to smack Ranboo on his face, at least one leaf being torn and dropped in his mouth. Ranboo spat the leaf out, sending droplets of saliva to hit the back of Techno's cape.
