The New Start

Chapter 28

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3rd persons pov:

"We need your help." Phil looked at Foolish, Techno stood beside the angel of death and he looked so tired again. He looked as if he hadn't gotten any sleep in days.But Foolish just stared at the two in front of him.

"With what?" He asked, and his voice was almost trembling. He almost dropped the trident he held in his left hand. "Well, as you may know, Dream is no longer alive." Philza said, looking at the golden boy. Foolish just nodded. He had heard that Dream was dead. But he didn't know much more than that, just that he had left the earth, and he didn't know how he felt about it.

"we think we have a way to revive him, but we need your help to do it." Phil said. He didn't know if he should say everything about the plan because it could still go wrong. What if they didn't find the book they needed, or if they didn't do it right, or just something else happened.

"And what do I have to do?" Foolish said, he was still scared, and nervous, but it looked like he considered what the angel of death said, not that the blood god in the background made the sentence much better.

"Just do what I say, I promise you, or anything you care about, will not be hurt or anything. But you are a totem and we need your power." Phil said with a calm voice, Techno just stood there in the background, watching every single move Foolish made, making it look like he was about to attack. Something Philza would never allow.

"And what exactly does that involve?" He asked gently. His muscles weren't as tense as they were before, but the angel of death still saw every emotion he showed. After all the training he had, he knew what to look for, but sometimes he wished he couldn't do it. And sometimes people were too good at hiding it. Like the man behind him. Or the dead boy in his cabin.

"Well, I can't go in detail here and now, but I promise you will be safe, nothing will harm you are anything you care about." Phil said, Techno gave Foolish a wicked gaze, the totem boy flinched at the sight, but didn't do anything else, just looked into the empty eyes from Philza, he didn't show any emotions. Or Foolish didn't see anything.

"And what if I say no." Foolish smiled to himself. There was something tempting about turning down the most powerful people on the server, just saying a simple word, but he didn't know what would happen if he made them angry. He didn't know if he would live long enough to to experience what would happen. Would he die instantly, or be taken to capture and tortured?

"Then you will regret your existence.-" Techno took a step forward and was about to bring his axe to the neck of the totem god. But Phil stopped him, with gentle movements and a calm voice. "We will walk from this place and you will never see us again. We will respect your answer and I promise Techno won't do anything." Phil gave Techno a strict gaze, and the blood god took a step back, but his gaze didn't turn away, and was filled with threats towards Foolish. But the totem god just sighed. Thinking about his choice

"I, I don't know..." Foolish answered. "I don't even know if I have powers, and I have no idea of how to use them. He looked up at the blood god, his gaze shivering. "We will find out about it. If you are willing to help us, we will find out everything, including how your powers work. And as I said, No one you don't want to be hurt, will be hurt." Phil assures Foolish. His welcoming and warm gaze made Foolish smile. How could you not get warm and all safe from that gaze?

"Think about it. We will come back in 12 hours, and then we want an answer, okay?" Phil turned around and gave Techno a small push in the back. Not hard enough to make him fall, not hard enough to make him stumble, but hard enough to make him know that it was time to leave. And not with violence. And then the Angel of Death and the Blood God were gone.

"I will..." Foolish mumbled, he already knew that he wanted to take the opportunity. Maybe he could make a good relationship with the most powerful person on the server, at least in pvp.

Tubbo pov:

"Ranboo?" My voice was weak and scared; it echoed through the wooden cabin. I slowly walked downstairs to be greeted by Ranboo's warm and gentle gaze. The Enderman hybrid never failed to make me feel warm inside. He never failed to make me feel safe and worthy. I smiled when Michael came running towards me, jumping into my arms and wrapping me in a tight hug. His excitement was so childish, and I loved it. Neither I nor Ranboo knew why he was excited, but maybe that was one of the things that made him so lovable; he was excited about every little thing, and it was so adorable.

"How are you?" Ranboo asked after Michael ran away and was looking for his toys. Ranboo walked towards me and dragged his hand through my messy brown hair. He lifted me up like I was a doll. He had some advantages with his height. I always got embarrassed when he lifted me up in this bridal position like I was a child, but I didn't want him to stop either. "I... I don't know." I answered him before burning my head into his chest. I didn't like talking about my feelings; it always left me with this guilty feeling, like I was annoying him without deserving to do so.

"Everything's going to be okay." He whispered to me before slipping me down on the couch and slipping himself down beside me, letting me rest my head on his chest while he dragged his big hand through my hair and held my left hand with his other hand; he had such bigger hands than me that he could lock his hand the whole way around mine and you'd think my hand was severed at the wrist.

"I don't know anymore." I sobbed out. There was this amount of pain rushing through my head, like the fireworks happened again, just inside my head this time and with the same amount of pain, just not killing me, just endlessly torturing me, shooting over and over again and destroying every reasonable thought. "Hey... tell me." He said, calmly squeezing my hand when I started choking on the air, and my eyes got wetter and wetter until the tears had started to run down his shirt.

"Dream... he, he is, he..." I wasn't able to get out whole sentences. I was in a lot of pain, and I had no idea of where that pain came from. The fireworks had happened so long ago. And why should I be so scared now? Why...It wasn't just Dream alone, and I didn't know myself. I knew something had happened, but I just didn't know what it was. It wasn't typical for me to have memory issues; it was Ranboo's thing. So why didn't I know what I was so scared of? But it was so terrifying.

"Calm down, we will find out about it." Ranboo said, he didn't know what it was, he just knew that I was in pain, and that was enough for him to take care of me. He was such a lovely person that I didn't deserve to have him in my life.

And we lay in that position for over an hour. Neither of us talked, but it was in this comfortable silence. And at one point, I think I passed out. The next thing I remember was Ranboo sitting beside me, taking the blanket off me and handing me a cup of tea. My whole body was trembling and sweat ran down from my forehead. My whole body was warm and I knew that I had had a nightmare again, but as usual, everything that had happened from the day Dream broke out. I didn't remember them, and it hunted me every time I got some sleep.

It wasn't just from the day Sam had found the prison cell empty, it was from the day Techno had rescued Dream. How did I know that it had happened? How did I feel so sure of everything that had happened? I don't know. Should I tell Sapnap and Tommy? That would not happen. Why not? I don't know, but in the same way that I knew that Dream had escaped almost two weeks before Sam found it out. I knew that I shouldn't tell the others about it. And the thought of it scares me endlessly.

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I was gone for so long. Sorry for that, but now I have written something. Yay.

Happy new year btw. Maybe 2022 wont be as terrible as 2021 was.

1530 words.