The Final Hurrah

There Are Softer Oak Trees

Tommy awoke from his shack, sitting up in bed. "What adventure awaits this time?" He'd ask himself, as part of his usual routine. He got up and grabbed his sword, strapping it across his back.

He stepped outside and something came crashing through the woods, "fuck!" Tommy would curse as he got sprayed by dirt. He had shielded his eyes quickly, once the crashing came to a slow after a loud crack from a tree, Tommy unshielded his eyes. Sitting against that tree was probably the most beautiful creature he'd lain eyes on. He had silky pink hair and he had an odd kind of dress, unfamiliar to the young blond boy. The outfit fit his complexion completely, the black and red contrasting his hair and his pale, scarred skin. That man has to be a real adventurer, Tommy though to himself.

Tommy moved closer to the man, he noticed a dark spot pooling on the side of his outfit, gleaming a bit. Blood. Tommy darted back into his shack to gather things to help the man, if he helped him, maybe he'd owe him a favor. Tommy would use that favor to have him take him on an adventure.

The pink haired man had tusks sprouting in his mouth and long golden horns grown from his head, but one of the horns was broken off. Tommy made his way back to the man and he tried to cut the fabric of the mans outfit, only he couldn't.

"What the hell is this made out of," he began to curse to himself.

He paused once the man groaned and began to open his eyes.

Tommy stumbled back as the man had the most piercing red eyes. This wasn't quite the adventure Tommy had been expecting.

"Oi, mate, are you okay?" Tommy began to prod the man. The man raised his arm and grabbed Tommy's hand with crushing force. "Ow!" Tommy cried out in pain and took his hand back, trying to shake the pain from it.

The man stood and Tommy was tall, but no where compared to this man. Tommy stood as well, brushing the dirt off himself, watching the man as he looked around in confusion. "Where.. am I?" the man began quizzically. "The out skirts of Laveinge, sir," Tommy answers, noting the question in the man's tone of voice. He nods as if he know where that is, which he doesn't, "and what's your name?" Tommy's eyes widened at that he was actually being asked his name, "Tommy!" He said it excitedly then adds, "sir." The tall man looks around taking in the surroundings, "I'm Technoblade, and my name seems to be the only thing I can remember." Tommy laughs at the comment, "you did hit that tree pretty hard, it's not the softest oak tree. Also, you're bleeding Technoblade, sir."

Technoblade pressed a hand to the spot which was bleeding and he pulled his hand away examining the blood, "seems so I am." He said at though it meant nothing to him, then he tore the fabric with his bare hands to get a better look at the wound. How did he do that, when I couldn't even get it with my sharpest blade, questions began to pick at Tommy's brain. Tommy remembered the bandages in his hand and he handed them to Technoblade, "there's a small stream down that way." Tommy points to the east, while Technoblade stared at the bandages, he didn't know how to use them. Technoblade acknowledges where he's pointing and asks, "could you help me with it?" Tommy nods with a determined, "sure!"

They walk down to the stream, Tommy pestering Technoblade with questions, "Look kid. I already told you I don't remember anything," Technoblade snaps and then Tommy goes quiet. Technoblade sits by the stream, using the water to clean the wound. Tommy watched him and surveyed the area. "We're safe here, you don't have to keep watch," Technoblade wasn't entirely sure of that fact, but somewhere in his bones he felt that they were safe.

"Okay." Tommy nods, not really believing him but he didn't have a reason not to trust him yet. Tommy reached out a hand to touch Technoblade's remaining horn, "touch my horn and I'll gut you clean." Technoblade was shocked by his own words, is that how he was before he lost his memory? That's something he'd have to fix, there was a voice ringing in the back of his mind, seems they had more control over him than he of them. "Sorry, but don't touch my horns," he reminded the young boy.

Tommy seemed understanding about it and pulled his hand away.

"Bandaging now?" Tommy queried, making the tall man nod.

Tommy knelt next to him, wrapping the bandages around Technoblade's waist. Technoblade sat as still as he could, letting the boy move him how he needed.

"Done," Tommy broke their silence first.

"Thank you." Technoblade nods to Tommy appreciatively.

"Anytime my man." Tommy finger guns and then laughs, making the taller man laugh as well.

Tommy stood straight up, stretching his back, "Soooo," Tommy began. "If you're going to as another question about my personal life, I already told you I don't remember anything," Technoblade drew one of the blades at his side and began to clean it, as if it was a motion he made regularly. "No, it's not that, I wanted to ask if you would," Tommy pauses, "Would you take me on an adventure?"

Technoblade gave the boy a puzzled look, "You want me to take you on an adventure? Something I don't even know if I could do?" Tommy nods, "we might be able to get your memories back by doing familiar things, and you look like a true adventurer!"

"Is that so?" Technoblade asks, what does an 'adventurer' look like? Tommy chuckles, "you do! You look like you came from some far away land." Technoblade resheathes the blade he was cleaning, "perhaps I did, but I don't know." The pink haired man picks at his clothes, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. He rid of the shirt, it was torn and bloody, not worth wearing.

Tommy watches as the sky begins to fall dark and the moon rises.

"We should head to bed before the monsters come out to play," Tommy warns Technoblade.

Technoblade glances at him and stands, "should I sleep outside?"

Tommy shakes his head no, "I have a sleeping bag you can sleep in for the night."

The two went into the shack, Tommy began to cook some beef in the furnace he had. After an hour of eating and talking, they lie to rest. Technoblade finding it uneasy to sleep.