Bad Dream

~Chapter 8~

Three Days Later. . .

Tommy rubbed the wolf's head as he walked towards the entrance to the ravine in the early afternoon. He had been making the dog army as Techno had planned, already gaining a good amount of ten dogs. They were loyal, and Tommy had decided to name the first dog he had found. He had named it Dove, seeing as its white fur was somehow more white than the other wolves, that and the fact it was ridiculously fluffy.

Tommy had put a blue-collar on the dog, a name tag hanging off of it. He walked down the stairs as he brought the newest addition to its new home. Tommy had settled down near the other dogs, watching as the new addition trotted over towards the other animals in the room. It's been peaceful since Techno and Philza left, the blond quickly shaking that weird dream out of his head, convincing himself it was nothing but a, well, weird dream. Now he planted more TNT under L'manburg, along with growing his dog army.

He sighed, making his way down the hall to the bedrooms, too tired to even think of eating some kind of lunch. He needed sleep since he hadn't the other night. With a yawn, he pushed the door open but stopped when a crow's caw entered his ears, along with the wolves loud barking. He looked down the hall again, tired eyes squinting in confusion. Why would a crow be down here? He took his hand away from the doorknob, making his way back down to the main room to see a crow aimlessly flapping around the room, some type of note attached to its leg.

It was one of Philza's crows. Tommy wanted to ignore the crow's existence after this realization, thinking that maybe Phil was trying to get some type of normal relationship started again. But then again, what if it was something important? With an irritated sigh he lifted his arm, watching as the black bird dived for the landing spot.

Tommy quickly took the note from the bird's leg, letting the crow jump off his arm and back into the air. It made a few loops around the room before leaving, the dogs barking now quieting. Tommy looked at the rolled-up note in his hand, debating if he should actually open it or not. He sighed, unrolling the note to read the message inside.

Tommy, Technoblade is in trouble, the Butcher army is trying to execute him. They had demanded I let them go through my things, and when they found the compass that leads to Techno's house they put me under house arrest. I can't go and help him, and they have already left to bring him to L'manburg. If they succeed to bring Technoblade to L'manburg, I have a feeling you and I might be his last hope of survival. Please, come and help.

Philza

Tommy has read the message twice now, wondering how this butcher army would even manage to defeat someone like Technoblade, let alone bring him to L'manburg. But then again, they could manage to defeat Techno, and maybe even somehow bring the man to L'manburg. Tommy knew either way he's going to L'manburg, to either see the Butcher army come back empty-handed and defeated or to see them bring the piglin hybrid to his execution. He couldn't risk Techhnoblade dying, and the only reason he was agreeing to help save Techno was because Tommy needed him for his plan. He could care less about the man. Crumpling up the paper in his hand, the blond sighed, looking towards his sword and thinking. He had a lot of planning to do in very little time.

Four Hours Later. . .

Tommy crawled to the edge of a building's roof in L'manburg, blue eyes fixed on the scene below him. It was almost laughable to the avian, how Technoblade looked almost defeated in the situation he was in. Cuffs bound his hands together, the warrior being dragged along the path by a very triumphant-looking Quackity, the other avian showing off the piglin as if he was a trophy of some type. Tommy looked down towards his hand, an ender pearl appearing in his palm. He was prepared, grabbing everything the teen could think of.