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Chapter 2: Niki

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The sound of the cars was passing past her seat outside a cafe, the strong winds of winter making her shiver, her eyes following the sight of different people in their winter clothes.

She sipped her coffee and sighed as she cupped the cup closer to her chest. "I knew I'd find you here." A familiar voice was heard.

The chair in front of her moved and as there sitting in front of her was Niki. Rebecca hummed and placed the cup on the table. "Where else will I go Niks?" she asked the goddess.

The goddess of nature and battles sat in front of her in a café in her human form. The Crafters had found themselves getting more and more comfortable in their human forms as the new century entered.

Rebecca enjoyed the company, especially of the young gods and Niki. She even enjoyed watching the brothers mess with the mortals.

"It's not like I have a choice today." She whispered. Niki frowned and grabbed her hand, she closed her fist and waved hers over it.

When Rebecca opened hers she smiled at the small daisy that appeared. "You have got to stop doing that." She whispered. Niki shrugged, "Wilbur and Tommy get to mess about, I can make a small daisy appear to make you smile." She argued.

Rebecca shrugged and pocketed the flower, she was gonna add it to her yearly collection. She didn't know why but Niki always gave her a daisy when that day arrives.

She had no clue as to why that day made the Crafters on edge, she never asked. She had her own problems to deal with. "Becca?" Niki asked.

She hummed and sipped her coffee. "You okay? Tubbo said you were murmuring in your sleep again." She said. Rebecca sighed and looked at her good friend.

She had known Niki since the goddess was still mortal, she was a great friend. "You know you can tell me." she reminded Rebecca. The brunette sighed, "It's the same dream all over again." She admitted.

She kept dreaming of the same thing every year, the decriped house, the night of Cairo, the market and shops, the scaffolding, her green shawl.

Niki frowned, "Don't over think it. Foolish always says-" "It's probably memories of people I took away." She cut her off.

Ths shorter girl chuckled and nodded, "Yeah! How about we get out of here and find Techno? He said he'll be visiting New York this year." She said as she stood up.

Rebecca sighed and but followed her. She pulled out her phone, it took a while for the Crafters to get used to the new technology but with the help of Becca they got a hang of it real quick, especially the younger ones.

"He said he would be at my home so we'll start to look there before we ring him up and give him a heart attack." She said making Niki laugh.

They looped their arms together and left the cafe and walked to Rebecca's apartment that she shared with Tubbo and Ranboo.

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The girls walked in to hear Tubbo telling a story. They walked further in the apartment after hanging their coats.

When they reached the living room there they saw Tubbo on his feet telling Techno and Ranboo a story animatedly. Rebecca chuckled and the boys looked at her.

"Becca! You're home!" Tubbo yelled and rushed to hug her. She smiled and hugged back, Tubbo was like a little brother to her and he enjoyed being that.

Ranboo nodded and smiled at her as he walked to the kitchen with their mugs which she assumed was filled with hot chocolate.

Her eyes followed Technoblade. The pink haired god nodded at her. His spectacles falling slightly, making her chuckle. She patted Tubbo's head and pulled away, "Tubs how about you show Niki the flowers." She suggested.

"Okay!" he said and pulled Niki to their small flower corner. Rebecca walked to Techno who raised an eyebrow at her, "Yes Rebecca? How can I be of help?" he asked jokingly.

Rebecca laughed and shook her head, "Nothing. It's a miracle you actually went." She teased. Techno scoffed, "Niki would have my head if I didn't." he said. "Yes I would." Niki said from the other side of the room.

Techno looked at Rebecca, "You said you had some stuff you wanted to donate to the gallery?" he asked.

You see, Techno, despite being the god of blood and war owned an art gallery in Amsterdam. Most of the artworks there were by Niki or Kristin but the other half was all Rebecca's.

The girl hummed and led him to the art room. She opened the door and Techno followed. The room was littered with canvases or some sketches taped to the wall.

Rebecca walked to a pile that of portraits. She had painted one of Wilbur and she thought it was good for the gallery. As she tried to look for it, Techno caught sight of a pile.

He furrowed his eyebrows, he yet to be in the room in such a long time, so it was his first time seeing the pile.

He glanced at the girl who now busy on picking between two portraits of Wilbur to notice him. He walked to the pile and carefully looked through it.

Techno frowned at the paintings. "Techno what do you think of these?" she asked making him turn as he gripped a painting from the pile.

He saw her holding two canvases of Wilbur. "Wilbur le drunk or Ghostbur?" she asked. Techno chuckled at the second one, he remember the time where Wilbur first arrived in the Overworld centuries ago in his human form. To cut it short, he got impaled by an arrow and died immediately but because he was god he just returned and his so called friends of that time called him Ghostbur because they saw him die.

Techno hummed, "What about this?" he asked raising a painting of old Cairo. Her lips gaped and her eyes dulled a bit. "I don't think that's as pretty as Wilbur's." she said jokingly, well nervously.

She didn't know why but she gets nervous when Cairo was mentioned in any way but she just kept stop painting it. Techno chuckled, "I'll take both." He said.

She beamed, "But." He said. She furrowed her eyebrows and he smiled a bit glancing at the beautiful painting of old Cairo, the pyramid and the market. "I'll have this one too." he said.

Rebecca gaped at him but he raised an eyebrow at her, challenger her. She sighed, "Fine." She said walking to grab the painting so she can wrap them. Techno smiled at her, but the moment she turned around, he gulped and glanced at the other painting.

It was of a blonde haired blurry face boy. His heart sunk and glanced at her, was it possible? Was Rebecca remembering Cairo?