HEY IN THIS AU COMPASSES CAN TRACK OTHER COMPASSES/PEOPLE, OKAY? OKAY.
HAVE NICE READ I GUESS HAHA
TW: Blood, weapons
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Phils heartbeat raised to his ears in pure horror, anxiety making his entire body heave with shock and confusion. A cold sweat slowly built on the blondes temples.
Where is he?
Where is he?
Where is he?
The thought raced in the avians mind a million different times as he stumbled around the cabin, he teared the place inside out, his stress greatly increasing for every room without a blonde head of hair or a goofy smile.
The ruckus had woken up the piglin, who was once resting peacefully upstairs, now was down stairs by Phils side, confused and worried as he lightly grabbed his father's shoulder after he saw the mess.
"Phil..? What time is it?" Technoblade stared at Phil with tired, and bothered eyes. He moved stray pink locks out of his face. Technos stance is tense and stressed, the avians aura was incredibly contagious, and quite frankly, freaking Technoblade out.
Phil spun around, wings ruffled and messed up from the frantic search that had just halted. His wings are never like this, somethings up.
"He's not here." Phil croaked quietly, an ugly, worried expression stained his usually bright and smiling face.
"What?" Technoblade is still half asleep, snapping out of it almost instantly at those words.
"Tommy's not here" The piglin could practically hear Phils dangerously fast heartbeat.
Then the words settled in.
"He's not here-?" Technoblades own heart beat increased, he forwarded his eyebrows, trying to think of any situation where Tommy would want to leave or run away, and Phil was thinking the exact same thing.
"I just don't get why he'd leave I-" The avian took a deep breath, he was trembling.
"I didn't think he was mad about the cliff thing, fuck I-" Phil is close to tears, his eyes quickly turning glossy.
"Phil- Phil." Technoblade grabbed the blondes shoulders, he needs to calm him down.
"Tommy was not mad about that cliff, he wouldn't stop talking about it for the next hour when you got back."
The pinkette could almost smile at the image of the smiling boy, if it weren't for the overwhelming fear for his brother swalloing his body whole right now.
"Tommy had no reason to leave-" Technoblade let go of Phils shoulders, crossing his arms.
"Think about it, Phil. He was practically terrified of the outside world because of Dream possibly being able to find him."
The piglin could practically hear his and Philzas soul chip at the realisation that Tommy didn't leave willingly.
Or by himself.
Tommys worst fear had came true, the fear Phil and Techno had promised to keep him safe from.
They had lied to him.
"Gods-" Technoblade inhaled through his teeth, anxiety brewing intensely inside him.
"How the fuck did Dream even find us?" Phil ran a hand through his hair, attempting to process everything.
Technoblade could hear the voices crying in his ears, wishing for Tommy to return home, safe and unhurt.
"I.. I don't- I don't know. I never gave him our coords." Technoblade said with thought, there was no way for Dream to ever find that information. But somehow he did.
"We need to find him." Phil uttered, his tone laced with a mix of emotions, fury, worry, determination, and fear.
"I just hope Tommy still has that compass I gave him." The pinkette dragged a hand down his face, his growing fatigue clawing down at his eyelids.
"Me too, mate." The avian took another deep breath.
The two then set off around the cabin, gathering things that could prove use when finding the boy.
Techno searched at the bottom of his chest, finding a compass that said with a purple glint,
'Tommy' .
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The earth breathed its life underneath Tommys feet as the young avian tredded through a lively forest, small moths and bugs flying around him, not annoying, more endearing than anything. He's never minded bugs.
Soft, damp moss crushed underneath his feet as he guided himself through the woods, following the glossy compass in his palm. He swiped it.
'home' the corners of his mouth perked upwards slightly.
The trees hung tall over his head, sheilding his body from potential rainfall only a little bit, his feet are numb and unfeeling from the constant cold gracing his feet. He shivers.
The scent of fresh woodland filled his nostrils, the scent for some reason calming him down quite a bit. Once unsteady, heavy, and pain filled breaths, somehow turned from this odd forest, into a slow and more calming breathing pattern.
The bleeding from his wing had calmed down thank the Gods. His extension dragged low, dripping small droplets of blood that stuck to the forest floor.
His wing had been injured from Dreams axe that was now in his hand. His other wing is propped up, comfortable and unharmed.
Tommy, tired as all hell, found a log to sit on. It pained him to hear the satisfying crunch of now dead moss and mushrooms underneath him, but he had to rest his body for a second. The teen had been walking for what felt like atleast an eternity.
The boy stared up above, and the sun had risen, though mostly covered by raining clouds, shining between the branches of the evergreen forest, birds were chirping elegantly and some water from the branches and rain dripped onto his face.
He closed his eyes and sighed deeply as he got up again, wiping the water off his features.
He has to get home.
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"Got everything?" Philza asked after double checking his own inventory.
"Yap." Techno said as he pulled out something shiny from his pocket.
The pinkette held out his compass.
"We've gotta go east." Technoblade said, voice stern and determined. He jumped onto the front of his horse to sit with Phil, sighing slightly.
The constant gnawing of anxiety at the back of their minds that maybe they won't find Tommy is evident, and very possible. Dream could be holding the compass waiting for them and Tommy being nowhere in sight.
"Right." Phil replied on the back of Carl as they suddenly stormed through the snow, making Phils wings flutter back in surprise but quickly folding back in.
"I just hope he's not hurt." The avian muffled into the back of Technonlades robe.
"Don't worry Phil, that gremlin is way too stubborn to die. Especially to his arch nemesis" He chuckles slightly, and Phil does too.
But the fear quickly swallowed them again.
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Tommy had left the forest, he's lost its comfort, and he was now on a dirt path in a field, in the middle of nowhere.
Little whispers in the back of his mind started to make his chest heave with worry.
What if the compass is broken? What if it's broken and is leading me to nowhere? It could've definitely smashed whenever Dream fell. I don't know how to fix a compass.
Those thoughts echoed in his mind, he looked so lost. Like the weak child he once was. What he strived to never be again.
He's all alone.
He screamed for help, but to no avail as only silence answered his shouts, an occasional bird or mob answering him instead.
Tears almost fell, but he kept them hidden, locked away.
Tommy could almost be furious, furious how Technoblade and Phil had lied to him about their location being secret. About keeping him safe.
The boy has learnt the hard way to never trust or depend too much on anyone from this server, and his sleepless nights thinking about this exact situation were right.
They were fucking right.
But Tommy has no energy to be furious. He's tired, and hurt. Hurt in more ways than one.
His thread thins and breakes ever so slightly for every second that passes.
Is family and trust even possible in a place like this?
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Thank you for reading :)
(Pls tell me if there are spelling mistakes, this was rushed)
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