Burdened Be Thy Heart of Gold

Chapter 1

This is a sequel to A Requiem For Home!! It's six chapters long, and if you haven't read it I suggest you read it first!! You don't have to, I guess. I can't make you, but I'd appreciate it and it'd make more sense!! Anyway, thank you for clicking on this. Ily, have fun reading!!

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Tommy groaned in confusion as he spun around for the tenth time. He was looking for his family, but instead, all he got were strange stares. He almost blew up on this one kid, who asked their mother if 'that kid over there is lost,' but then he thought 'what would Philza say,' and decided to spare them. The issue at hand, however, was quite ironic. He was indeed quite lost and could no longer remember what Philza had said; about meeting up, that is.

Philza had proposed a fun idea for their last day in this lame town. The four of them had been jumping from town to town over the past two weeks since The Split. Tommy wanted to call the issue The War, but Philza pointed out that there wasn't any fighting. So, sadly, they had to settle with The Split because giving difficult situations nicknames would help them deal with the outcome of the topic if it got brought up.

Philza's idea had been a contest; whoever could steal the most supplies in an hour would be exempt from chores for a week. That being cooking, creating fires and campsites if needed, clean up, and so many more delightful tasks. Tommy had to win, and he was going to, but there was a minor issue afoot. Where did Philza say to meet? He really shouldn't have run off before he knew all the details, but he wanted a head start, and he didn't look back to see where the others went. His best bet was to backtrack, but he didn't bother to take in his surroundings as he passed the same, bland stores.

He should've seen someone by now; this town wasn't that big. Alas, there was not a recognizable soul in these strangely crowded streets. It was time to follow his heart; that was probably some of the cheesy shit Tubbo would say, so it was probably right. His bad luck seemed to disappear, however, as he spotted a familiar brunet up ahead of him. He hurried forward, struggling to hold his stolen bag-of-goods as he reached out.

"Techno, hold on!" Tommy demanded, grabbing the boy's shoulder. Techno quickly whipped around, shrugging his shoulder free as he looked at Tommy with wide, surprised eyes. Tommy laughed at his expression, grinning. "You look like you've seen a ghost, big man. Where are your supplies?"

"Supplies?" Techno asked, tilting his head as he looked around.

"You forgot?" Tommy laughed in disbelief at his confusion. "It's only been an hour; how distracted did you get? Philza's going to be upset." Tommy grabbed Techno's wrist and pulled him along.

"Where're we going?" Techno muttered, stumbling forward as Tommy began off in a random direction.

"Oh, right. Do you know where Philza said to meet?" Tommy looked back at Techno, who glanced around, distracted. "You okay, big man?" Techno looked back to him and nodded dumbly, but Tommy no longer trusted his agreement. "Okay, let's get back to Philza. Do you know where to go?"

"No clue. Hey, uh-," Techno paused, blinking as he stared at Tommy, who looked back curiously. "Don't you think I should go get supplies? So I don't make Philla upset?"

"Philla?" Techno blinked. "You mean Philza?"

"That's what I said," Techno pointed out, though his tone made the statement more of a question. Tommy grinned and nodded.

"Sure, you did. And anyway, no way. We all got an hour, and I wanna see you get yelled at."

"Thanks," Techno said blankly. The two continued in silence for a few more minutes, Techno twisting his wrist nervously in Tommy's grip, but the teen wouldn't release him. Tommy broke the silence with a loud groan.