"Techno, I'd like you to meet my friend," George gestured towards the blond. "Clay."

The blond waved silently, and Techno waved back.

George looked towards Dream. "Clay, this is Techno." He gestured towards the piglin.

"I've heard a lot about you, Techno." Clay said.

His voice was smooth and quiet, with a hint of gravel. It sounded like the type of voice that you could only hear, unable to properly tie it back to the person. A disembodied voice, if you will.

The voice had no discernible accent. Not even a slight one, indicating that he was most likely not from around here. Why he decided to travel the world for a wedding where only two or three people knew him was anybody's guess.

"That's funny," Techno said. "Because I've never heard anythin' about you."

Clay chuckled. "Well, George has told me that the two of you don't know each other well. Just ask Wilbur, George talks about me all the time."

The short brit looked over at his friend, smacking his arm gently, a pink hue dusting his cheeks. "I do not."

"You don't sound like you're from here." Techno pointed out. "Where are you from?"

Clay laughed. It was light and airy, making George smile. Techno doubted that George even knew that he was smiling at the blond.

"You're right, I'm not from here. And I can tell that you're not from here either." Clay countered. "I mean, if you've been raised by an Englishman, and have lived with them your entire life, why don't you have the same accent as your dad or your brothers?"

Techno paused. "Look, I don't know man. I've been given this robe and dagger and earrin' by an angel that supposedly keeps me from dyin' and—"

"Wait, hold on a second," Clay interrupted. "An angel gave you a robe, dagger, and an earring to keep you from dying?"

Techno gulped. "Y-yeah, why?"

Clay looked over at George, who sighed. Clay grinned. It was like the two were sharing a silent conversation, their words being expressed through breaths and eye contact.

"Techno, mind following me for a bit?"

~<•>~

The two walked a bit outside the chapel, walking into the forest behind the chapel. Not deep enough to be lost, but far enough to not see the chapel well.

"Are you goin' to murder me?" Techno asked, half-jokingly. "Because we're walkin' pretty deep into the forest, and I don't know you, so..."

Clay chuckled, waving him off. "Relax, Techno. We're just about here, anyway."

"Wha—"

Before Techno could finish his sentence, the two walked up to a large structure.

The structure was a large golden pillar, towering over them. On the pillar was a light blue blob ingrained into the gold, white and navy swirling into the light blue.

It was oddly beautiful.

"What is this...?" Techno asked, taking a few steps towards the pillar. He gently touched the blue, immediately pulling his hand back once he felt the strangely wet texture.

"A portal," Clay said, standing beside Techno. "Are you familiar with the game 'Minecraft'?"

Techno looked at him strangely. "Yeah, my brothers and I play it all the time, why?"

"Who are you in that world, Techno?" Clay asked, still not looking at the piglin. "A healer? Builder? Storyteller? Engineer?" Finally, he looked at the piglin. "Or maybe a warrior?"

"What are you gettin' at?"

"I'm not from this world, Techno." Clay explained. "I come from a world very similar to that game...where you can be whoever you want. Only catch? You're only given three lives. After that third life...you're dead.

"But you have magic. Be whoever you want without consequences. You want to wield fire? Sure, why not? The laws of physics don't reach us there.

"Plus, what is a year for us is a month in the real world. You can come with me for a week, and no one would notice that you were even gone."

"What are you suggestin'?"

Clay looked Techno in the eye. Green eyes meeting amber ones.

"Come with me, and live in my world."

~<•>~

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