Asunder ~ A Dream SMP Story

Chapter 3: Base

Art: @bleizic on Instagram

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The icy gusts of arctic winds hit the exposed skin of the demon as he reached the overworld, idly stepping out the portal into God knows what.

The ground crunched beneath his laced boots as he felt them sink down to touch the ground. Snow, it was deep too. That would explain the freezing temperatures.

Bad let out a violent shiver, his skin prickling up into goosebumps as he felt his tail squeeze tighter around himself, trying to find some form of warmth. He wasn't used to cold temperatures, mostly because he tended to avoid them due to getting cold all too easily.

Suddenly, he heard a warping sound from the portal to his left, and them the crunching of footsteps and a general conversation between Technoblade and Philza. Something about a dog house that he couldn't quite understand. It didn't matter though, since it wasn't long until he felt someone grip back onto his leather strap and start to pull him in the direction of the base.

"Man it's getting even colder here!" Phil huffed and a sound of shuffling could be heard.

"Yeah, it's almost winter now. There's not as many hours of daylight anymore." Techno pointed out from in front of him.

"Is Carl going to be okay in this weather?"

"We moved him, remember?" Techno replied. "Anyways, our real problem here is where we're going to put this guy."

Bad tensed. Honestly he should feel grateful he was even alive right now, he was still surprised that the blood God had spared him. But at the same time, he knew he wouldn't be able to cope well if they decided to leave him out here. Especially during the night.

"Hmm that's true." Phil murmured. "Techno, are you sure you want to keep him here? I could just take him back to L'Manburg and watch over him when I get home."

"I'm not going to risk it." Techno retorted immediately. "It won't be for long anyway."

Bad felt himself being guided through the snow, the hand on his strap significantly warmer than the rest of him right now. He could hear Phil fending off the mobs that approached them, the sound of rattling bones and creeper hisses eerily ominous when he couldn't see a thing. He felt jumpy with a slowly dawning feeling of dread in his gut as he pondered what was going to happen to him now.

After 10 minutes of walking, the demon noticed light through the mask on his face, when it was suddenly torn off him. He winced from the sudden intrusion of the brightness to his eyeballs. When he opened them again, his gaze met with a small, appealing cottage. It's roof was covered in a thick layer of snow and it had a small stable attached to it's front. Bad blinked in surprise.

"This... Is your base?" He turned back to Technoblade, who had planted his mask back onto his face and was busy tieing it.

"What, were you expecting, a castle?" Techno inquired monotonously.

"No, I just..." He never finished his sentence, in reality even he didn't know what he expected, it just wasn't this.

Techno shrugged and followed Phil down the steps which led to the double doors that were slightly imbedded in the ground.  Bad hesitated before slowly stepping after them.

He entered into a relatively small room where both the walls and floor were made from stone. It was like some sort of basement, one of the walls contained chests that we're stacked on top of each other, presumably filled up with random items. The was a random boat placed on the ground, Bad couldn't understand what its purpose was. Not only this, but a couple posters had been pinned to the walls. Bad could tell they had been made for Techno by talented artists.