Betrayal Of A Nation

17

Tommy was bored. He often was now that Tubbo was gone. The silence was deafening and Tommy forced himself not to mumble to himself. Tubbo didn't like it when he did that.

Tommy wandered around L'Manberg for a while before he decided to be productive. Packing his backpack with food and pickaxes he was on his way. Pulling on the gold plating over his boots and onto his knees as knee pads but also protection from the many piglins. He needed to get netherite but the nether was hot and stuffy. It was a dry hot though which in Tommy's opinion was worse. He made his way to the portal which always seemed to be reaching out for him. Purple smoke-like wisps floating from the portal and trying to grasp at Tommy's clothing to drag him into hell. He walked forward it and as the air got thicker and warmer he let it happen. He closed his eyes and when he opened them he was greeted by a familiar red landscape. The heat of the nether felt like a slap in the face.

Quickly pulling off his jacket he stuffed it into his backpack to avoid the inevitable heatstroke for as long as possible. Without the L'Manberg jacket, Tommy thought he looked like a shitty pirate and would've joked about it if not for the nagging feeling in the back of his head that Tubbo didn't like when he spoke. Putting the backpack back on his back after pulling out a pickaxe he went to go strip mining. The heat of the lava was excruciatingly hot and even standing to close to it felt like being boiled. 

The hard work of swinging his pickaxe and the heat slowly began to much. He'd only found a few pieces of ancient debris though so he had to keep going. His sweat was boiling against his skin leaving small burn marks against his skin. He noticed too late that he had heatstroke usually he was careful about staying hydrated during nether runs. 

Opening his com his vision slowly blurring as small white dots appeared in his vision. Tapping one of the many contacts he was pretty sure was Wilbur's but he couldn't see that well so it could've been anyone. He typed in his coordinates carefully trying to make sure he got them exactly right. He typed in that he was in the nether and had heat stroke and was going to pass out, it was somewhat misspelled mainly because he couldn't really see with his vision going in and out of focus. He set down his pickaxe so when he passed out he wouldn't hurt himself on it. Leaning against the wall he slumped down the be in a sitting position so he didn't fall. His vision blacked out and he was gone.

AN; I know this is really short but it's just the set up for what I'm going to do in chapter 18