It's been a few days since Tommy harboured a wild Technoblade in his house.
Technoblade finally began to warm up to her.
She was unsure what to do, as there wasn't much but read, spend time in the forest and go and restock on food.
He started to be fond of the idea of travelling for a short span of time.
Not for long periods, of course.
She wouldn't pull a Philza, obviously.
It was night, and Technoblade was simply reading a book near the fire.
It read 'The Art of War'.
Typical of him, to be honest.
It was one of his favourites, alongside Greek mythology.
Tommy decided to go outside and lay on the grass again.
It was one of her favourite passtimes, anyways.
Sure, it was night, and going out to the forest was dangerous, especially noting who he was now.
She was weak, and defenceless.
But he did bring her weapon along.
Just some safety precautions.
She sat on the grass, the dew brushing against her fingertips.
It was cool and refreshing, a feeling he enjoyed.
He looked up, gazing at the stars and the moon.
It reminded him of her mother ever so slightly.
It relaxed him, and she rested her back against the ground, arms under his head.
A few trees circled the area around her.
It was the perfect spot to stargaze, if he was honest.
She hummed as her eyes softened.
The glow of the stars comforted him, almost as if singing her a lullaby.
She closed her eyes, listening to it's song, smiling softly.
rustle
Tommy shot his eyes open immediately.
Something was watching.
Tommy got up into a sitting position, scanning the area.
She dismissed it, shrugging as he was about to lay back down.
The rustle was heard again.
Someone was fucking with him.
She stood standing, scanning the area once more.
"Is someone there?"
No answer.
Tommy could hear some weird clicking noise from behind.
She froze for a split second in fear, only to shake it off as he unsheathed her sword, turning to be met by a terrifying creature.
It was pitch black, and was illuminated by green eyes fading to a red.
Horns and a tail could be seen sticking out.
This definitely wasn't Ranboo. He can't even be alive right now.
This was a Dreamon.
Tommy retreated to make space, only for the dreamon to snarl, lunging at him.
Fuck.
How do you deal with a dreamon?
She attempted in wounding the creature, however it managed to dodge.
When he aimed for it again and struck, the dreamon simply held the sword by the fucking blade.
Tommy's eyes widened further.
What the fuck?
It pulled the weapon out of her grasp with immense power, then wielding it.
It fucking disarmed him.
Tommy was sure it was trying to communicate with her.
It let out a low and horrifying rumble.
"You will be my host." it snarled, almost demanding.
Oh fuck.
He was going to either die or be consumed by evil.
"No." He found her breath, "No I will not."
The dreamon cackled.
"You have no weapon. You are weak, mortal child."
Tommy felt the anger boiling inside of her.
"What did you call me?" He asked, voice softening as he stood straight.
The dreamon hunmed in a confused matter.
"A mortal child?"
Tommy saw red.
"You did not just fucking call me that." she hissed, shoulders raising in anger.
The dreamon cocked its head to the left slightly.
Tommy tackled the dreamon to the ground, returning the favour by grabbing the weapon by the blade like it had done so and dragging it out of the dreamon's reach.
She held it by the hilt, "Now we're even," he spat, ready to attack as the dreamon shot back up.
The dreamon was seemingly amused yet shocked.
The mortal had imitated it.
"This fight may be the first to merely interest me in years." it snarled, claws seemingly ready to be plunged in Tommy's flesh.
Tommy exhaled sharply.
"Well, come at me then bitch?"
The dreamon cackled, thrusting itself towards Tommy.
Its eyes were narrowed into intimidating slits.
The present Technoblade was more imitating than this fucker, Tommy thought.
He'd seen worse.
Tommy managed to lead the dreamon near her cabin.
She could tell Technoblade had noticed, as the door snapped open.
There was a Technoblade, armed and ready.
"Good afternoon, Technoblade! Now will you kindly help me out here?" Clementine grinned.
Technoblade's eyes widened at the scene.
"Clementine, please do not tell me that is a dreamon." He yelled, rushing towards the two.
Clem shrugged, "Fucker found me in the forest."
The dreamon wasn't easily defeated, and even Technoblade gained a few scars.
One of which was a deep scratch on the nose.
That was most likely going to hurt.
Even T- Clementine had recieved some, one which was under the eye.
The dreamon finally gave up and retreated.
Tommy knew it would be back.
They were in danger, and the dreamon knew their location.
Technoblade sighed as Clem dropped to the floor, sitting tiredly.
"Can you kindly explain how you managed to be found by a dreamon of all things?" Technoblade unenthusiastically demanded.
Clementine grinned sheepishly.
"It found you, didn't it?" Technoblade deadpanned.
"Well, you see, I was stargazi-"
"Nope, we're going inside. You're injured."
"But you're injured too?" Clem raised an eyebrow.
Technoblade deadpanned once again.
"Not as bad as you." He sighed.
She rolled her eyes, getting up while following the piglin hybrid back inside.
This was most likely the most intense moment they've had so far ever since Clem helped Technoblade.
The battle simply resulted in Clem covered in a few bandages while laying on a couch and Technoblade reading a book, near the fireplace.
"You could just, I don't know, come and sit on the couch rather than the floor? It's much more comfortable than there." Clementine sighed.
"Nope," Technoblade denied, popping the 'p', "Don't want to sit next to an orphan."
Clem groaned, slapping her face.
"Sometimes I don't just get why you hate orphans so much."
Technoblade finally raised his head from the book, an eyebrow raised.
"That's the first time I've called you an orphan?"
Clem widened his eyes.
Fuck.
She got confused with Tommy, forgetting that he was Clementine now.
"Right, I might have mistaken you for saying that alot previously." Clem dismissed.
Technoblade was still suspicious of her, nodding slowly while eventually going back to his book.
Tommy sighed mentally.
That was close.
He almost fucking blew it and the timeline.
"Hey, Techno?" Clem looked towards the piglin.
Technoblade answered by looking up at her.
"What day is it today?"
Technoblade snorted.
"How could you not know? It's the 17th of may, XXXX."
Clem widened her eyes.
"Why so shocked?" Technoblade asked.
He sighed, "Just didn't know time went by so fast. Didn't keep track of the days."
Technoblade nodded once more, returning to the book.
Tommy hummed.
He really reincarnated that long ago.
It was precisely about 200 years in the past.
She sighed, rubbing at his eyes.
It was late, and it was about time to rest.
She got up, heading towards his bedroom.
Technoblade simply slept a little later than her, and he practically had his own room (which was previously the guest bedroom.)
Tommy looked at himself once more at the mirror in her room.
He really was someone else now, wasn't she?
She exhaled softly, turning from the mirror as she changed into his pajamas.
It was best to rest for a while, especially after that dreamon attack.
It badly drained her energy.
And so he laid on his bed, eyes fixated on the roof, mind pondering in thought.
Her eyelids drooped, eventually closing while her mind drifted elsewhere.
And so she was fast asleep.
꧁꧂
It was 12:32 PM, and Tommy had just woken up.
She had changed into his normal beige sweater and jeans and headed down.
"Morning, sleepyhead." Techno greeted.
Clementine, confused, looked towards the clock, only to widen her eyes in shock.
"Did I really sleep that long?" He gasped.
Technoblade chuckled, handing her a plate with some eggs and toast on it.
She thanked him as she went and sat on the table, beginning to eat the breakfast he was kindly gifted.
"About that dreamon from yesterday," Technoblade began, "We may want to relocate. It knows exactly where we are, and it may come back for a little late night visit."
Clem froze, placing the food she was about to eat back on the plate.
"And leave the house I spent my entire life in?" She stated, fake anger in his eyes.
He had to at least pretend she was from this timeline.
"I think I would rather let it host me." She grunted, resuming the meal he was eating.
Techno's eyes slightly narrowed in disapproval.
"What do you mean 'let it host you'?" He demanded.
After swallowing the food she was chewing, Clem spoke again, "It said I would be a great entity or some shit to host last night, and that's when the fight began."
Technoblade exhaled sharply.
"And you didn't tell me this?"
"Why do you want to know that badly? It's just going to control my fucking mind, that's all. And if you wanted me to tell you then you should have told me sooner." Clem replied.
"Clem, if that Dreamon hosted you then you wouldn't be able to resist anything it says. You need to understand that a Dreamon's power is amplified in a human body, and worse is that it is 3x stronger in a hybrid's than human's."
Clementine nearly choked on her toast.
"We fucking AMPLIFY their powers?" she screeched.
Techno nodded, unamused.
Clem groaned, running hands through his hair.
"This would have been much more useful if I was told." She noted, then shooting a look at Technoblade.
"What?" He began, "I never knew one would find us?"
"This is all your fucking fault, mighty blade. You owe me."
Technoblafe scoffed, "And what do I owe you?"
Clementine hummed.
"You fight really well, you know that?" She smirked.
Techno deadpanned almost immediately, eyes widening soon after.
"You aren't telling me-"
"I would like you to help improve my fighting. In other words, train me motherfucker." She cackled.
Techno was seemingly disappointed in himself as he slammed his hands against his face.
Clementine knew he most likely is going to annoy the fuck out of Technoblade.
Poor little fucker.
He was most likely crying his shit out in his mind.
Techno's going to be in a hell of a ride.
Boy was this going to be fun.