The Pig, The Mask, and The Slayers [Indefinate Hiatus]

Vol 1 - 2: Arrival - Part 2

The feeling of snow against skin confused Technoblade. The last time he checked, the area around the entrance portal to the prison wasn't in some sort of nature preserve, or anywhere near any sort of snow for that matter. Rather, it was inside a building, away from nature, as a way to make sure no one randomly stumbled across it.

With his face in the snow and his body feeling weak, most likely from only eating raw potatoes for several days, he laid there for a second, his mind in a daze. Was he back in the Tundra? If so, how? If he was in the Tundra, was Philza nearby? He stopped that train of thought. That would be impossible. He came out of the prison entrance portal. There was no way he was in the Tundra...

After a few more seconds passed, he used enough energy to begin to outstretch his arms, pushing his upper body up from the floor, and as a result, his arms began to shake from the sudden use. The lack of eating properly was starting to affect his physical capabilities, which was starting to annoy the half-piglin.

His eyes slowly peered open, blinking a few times to get the blaring sunlight out of his eyes. He grunted as his fingers dug into the soft snow underneath him, and with a shove, he pushed his upper body up just enough for his knees to bend back and for him to jump up from the ground.

Stumbling around for a few seconds, he quickly got his bearings as he took a quick look around him—trees and snow for miles beyond him, coupled with the sounds of chirping birds. A small grunt escaped his lips as he blinked a couple of times. This wasn't the entrance room to the prison. That much he knew for a fact.

Did they take the wrong nether portal? No... that couldn't have been it. He knew each portal and where they went, so where were they now?

He glanced beside him, and laying there, groaning, was Dream. He sighed, deciding to glance behind him. He was probably going to have to go back through the nether portal and take another one. As stupid as that was, he needed to go to the prison entrance because if he knew Phil, he would be waiting for him there. But as he turned around, a sudden shock went through his body as his eyes widened.

Now, usually, when someone decides to use the nether portal as a means of transport, there would be a duplicate portal behind you, in case you wanted to travel back to the place you had been before.

But that had not been the case this time around. The eight-foot-tall square made of obsidian and fire was not behind him. In fact, there was nothing there, aside from more of the strange forest and snow.

"Dream... get up!" Technoblade started slowly as his eyes darted from side to side, glancing down at the snowy ground as he saw Dream begin to pull himself from the dirt path below him. He heard confused mumbling coming from the masked man as he brought out a netherite axe from thin air, using it as a lever to pull himself up.

As Dream used his free hand to adjust his mask, he slowly stood up as he climbed up from one knee and finally stood to his full height, grabbing the side of his head as he shook it.

"Was I right? Are we surround...ed?" As Dream looked around him, his tone of voice quickly went from annoyed to confused in a matter of seconds. He too was confused at their current predicament. "Where are we? This isn't the prison's entrance? This is just a random forest!" Dream then turned around and paled underneath his mask, his tone no longer being that of confusion but a mixture of anger and fear as he turned to face the half-piglin. "Where's the nether portal! Techno, Where's the nether portal?!"

The half-piglin continued to stare behind him, dread sinking into his heart before he quickly got a hold of himself. Turning to face Dream, he put a hand on his shoulder, making the masked man look at him.

"Dream. I have no idea where we are, and last I checked...." Technoblade drawled off, scanning the area around him, observing the area for what it was. The trees looked incredibly similar to that of a spruce tree. However, the difference between them was that they had weird pointy things that looked like sticks instead of the normal oval leaves he had been used to seeing.