Hidden in the Depths

Chapter 29

Tubbo stared at his friend, eyes wide. Bright green illuminating the room, rivalling regular sunlight with how close the leviathan was to the glass.

Neither Techno nor Foolish moved, holding his stare, their glowing eyes surely leaving spots in his vision the moment he turns away. He tried swallowing around the lump in his throat, ignoring the prickling shivers running down his spine at the familiar feeling of being stared at and studied far too closely. Unwelcomed memories of his father and his life back home. No. Focus Tubbo. There is no time to be miserable about his father again.

He has to focus on this. And this... this is fine. It's alright. Something like this was bound to happen with how strange Techno has been acting pretty much since the island. And while it seemed so crazy and unlikely, Tubbo does fully believe him when he says he had weird fucking visions with some deity. None of this was normal or makes sense. Just stay calm... don't panic... breathe...

"Techno?"

The man tilted his head to the side, Foolish behind him copying the movement. Hair swaying softly in the current of the ocean, looking fully at ease, as if he belonged there. Even his shoulders were relaxed, something Techno rarely did nowadays. So, they were connected, in some way... Moving together like two pieces of a hivemind. Tubbo wasn't sure to what extend this connection went. Did Techno still understand him? Or was his language skills now the same as the leviathan? Did Foolish now understand English? Was Techno even conscious right now, or just a puppet controlled by magic?

"You... you should come inside. Please." The other did not move, didn't even make a sound or gave a response. The leviathan on the other hand chirped, a quiet, curious noise, leaning in closer to Techno and the window Tubbo was standing at. His rumbling had quieted down, replaced by what seems like bright and burning curiosity instead.

That caught his interest. Foolish was reacting when he's speaking to Techno, which means he can hear his voice through Techno. So maybe... "Can you understand me? Make a noise if you can understand me. Any noise." There was no reaction in terms of noise or acknowledgment that he did understand him. But his eyes did widen, leaning slightly closer again, Techno still hovering in front of him. Almost like a ghost, a communication device. Not really there...

Okay, so there was still a language barrier. Maybe he just understands him clearer now? Or he does understand him now but can't respond, Tubbo hadn't actually considered that option. Probably doesn't have the vocal cords to form words or the knowledge how to, just because a mind connection makes him understand. Wait, he had asked for a noise, not a word-

"What the fuck are you doing?" Tubbo nearly cracked his neck with how fast he turned, heart jumping into his throat. But, to his credit, he did not scream. Quackity was staring at him from the sleeping area, his hair wild and eyes squinted as he blinked Tubbo into focus. "Fucking hell man, don't scare me like that!", the teen hissed back, a hand over his heart. "Gonna have a heart attack..."

Quackity pushed himself up, grumbling something Tubbo didn't understand. For just a second, they both waited to see if any of the others woke up from the noise, but no one even stirred. "Who are you talking to. The big fish guy? You can talk to that thing in the morn-" Tubbo shook his head, trying his best to sort out his thoughts. And there were a lot of thoughts. And a lot more questions.

"No. Well, yes. I don't... I don't know who I am talking to right now, actually." Quackity frowned, mouth hanging slightly open as he tried his best to process what he just heard. "You... huh?" Tubbo made a helpless noise as he tried to figure out how to say what he was thinking, waving his hands towards the window, a very obvious green glow indicating Foolish was looking through it.