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𝐱𝐯𝐢- 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

chapter xvi , house of memories

EVERYBODY IS TALKING.

It hurts my brain.

Tommy sat in front of me. We are on the stairs: Tommy and me. Everyone else is seated on nearby rocks. Technoblade leaned against the wall, secluded in an area, yet still near enough to be able to hear everything.

Lunchtime.

I have a potato in hand—the golden baked potato from Techno's garden is the size of my palm (with no seasonings whatsoever)—and sat on the fourth step from the bottom. It mushes into broken pudding-like bits in my mouth.

This is a very bland potato.

Wilbur is leading everyone through a discussion that I zoned out of.  It must have not been of much importance.

I woke up this morning, and something pulsed through me.

Like a heartbeat type of motion, you know it is always there.  I keep seeing hot and cold flashes, though not experiencing them in my body.

Another thing I found out this morning is that I am back.

I am back.

     I recall everything.

My jaw extends to take another bite of the potato.  Wilbur continued to talk—well, I can see his mouth moving.  My ears aren't putting effort into picking up the words that he is saying.  I know they are discussing the plan with a lot of controversy, but my mind refuses to focus, or that I have very selective hearing.

This is so boring.

I sighed, feet already working with my leg muscles in pushing me up.

"Where are you going, Y/N?"

I spun my upper self around.

Tommy stared at me in anticipation, awaiting my response.

His question halted the entire conversation.

"The honey bucket." I reply.

As I walked up the stairs and out of the underground, I could hear the faint chatters of Tommy and Wilbur—specifically Tommy asking what a 'honey bucket' is and Wilbur responding with 'the lavatory.'

I carried my feet up the last two steps.

We shouldn't be sitting here. This planning has stretched out for weeks. We should be devoting some hours to training at least.  You can't warm up 80 feet underground with a leak in the corner. Security has also dialed down—and for what exactly? It's not any safer outside.

I at least should be getting myself back to the status of how I last was.

It's not like I will fight in this war anyways.

I plan to be long gone by then.

Making a list sounds good.