a trove of worldy things.

He weeps, He shrieks, She yells, She regards.

It's been a few days since Tommy harboured a wild Technoblade in his house.

Technoblade finally began to warm up to her.

She was unsure what to do, as there wasn't much but read, spend time in the forest and go and restock on food.

He started to be fond of the idea of travelling for a short span of time.

Not for long periods, of course.

She wouldn't pull a Philza, obviously.

It was night, and Technoblade was simply reading a book near the fire.

It read 'The Art of War'.

Typical of him, to be honest.

It was one of his favourites, alongside Greek mythology.

Tommy decided to go outside and lay on the grass again.

It was one of her favourite passtimes, anyways.

Sure, it was night, and going out to the forest was dangerous, especially noting who he was now.

She was weak, and defenceless.

But he did bring her weapon along.

Just some safety precautions.

She sat on the grass, the dew brushing against her fingertips.

It was cool and refreshing, a feeling he enjoyed.

He looked up, gazing at the stars and the moon.

It reminded him of her mother ever so slightly.

It relaxed him, and she rested her back against the ground, arms under his head.

A few trees circled the area around her.

It was the perfect spot to stargaze, if he was honest.

She hummed as her eyes softened.

The glow of the stars comforted him, almost as if singing her a lullaby.

She closed her eyes, listening to it's song, smiling softly.

rustle

Tommy shot his eyes open immediately.

Something was watching.

Tommy got up into a sitting position, scanning the area.

She dismissed it, shrugging as he was about to lay back down.

The rustle was heard again.

Someone was fucking with him.

She stood standing, scanning the area once more.

"Is someone there?"

No answer.

Tommy could hear some weird clicking noise from behind.

She froze for a split second in fear, only to shake it off as he unsheathed her sword, turning to be met by a terrifying creature.

It was pitch black, and was illuminated by green eyes fading to a red.

Horns and a tail could be seen sticking out.

This definitely wasn't Ranboo. He can't even be alive right now.

This was a Dreamon.

Tommy retreated to make space, only for the dreamon to snarl, lunging at him.

Fuck.

How do you deal with a dreamon?

She attempted in wounding the creature, however it managed to dodge.